“Yeah, likethat’ll be the day.” A chuckle flees from his mouth that’s tinged with a slight amount of nervousness. It wouldn’t hurt, he deems, to show caution around this descendant of Mephisto. Given his dismal track record with the rest of his family so far.
“Want some words of advice? Best get gone, before I show you out personally.”
“That day may be sooner than you think,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “Much sooner actually.” Of course, the validity of that claim could be debated… more or less.
“So, think about it this way; you can keep your advice and in turn… you stay out of my way.”
(For the unworthy / hell plots) Why are you pickin fights with other ppl when you’ve still got me tRAPPED IN HELL? // @fryordie
That was the question, wasn’t it? For why Ky always attempted to pick fights with someone else and not Thor, the one that was rightfully his. The true answer was that he got bored easily, but that wasn’t exactly the case this time around. No, Ky just enjoyed having more options; sometimes, he enjoyed fighting unknowns, but usually they beat him. Something… he was still trying to grasp his head around. Not that he’d ever mention it to well… anyone. There was a reason Thor was trapped down there and it was in line with the same reason Ky should have been down there (instead of causing havoc on Earth). He needed to train or at least learn some basic discipline. At the moment, both seemed like a far stretch, but in time it was possible.
“Have you ever thought that maybe…i’m just not that into you, Odinson? The cosmos doesn’t and has never evolved around you.”
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Well shit that wasn’t what he was expecting. Though he should have known someone who’s power he could sense would react this way. Violence and darkness were in his blood, and no doubt in this man’s as well. It was only a moment he had to look Ky’lar over, and it didn’t tell him much. He was an older man, by probably ten years. Confident, but more than that. Self assured, someone with experience. So many things Aaron lacked, no matter how hard he tried.
“Well, I’d be obligated to stop you from doing that, for one thing.“
“You’re strong, but do you want to risk taking me on?“
Putting his hands on the chair opposite Ky’lar, he leaned closer. This wasn’t what he wanted to have happen here. He didn’t want to be starting fights, much less ones he didn’t know for sure he could win. “You’re not the only one here with power. So just… listen. I’m sure it’s in everyone’s best interest.”
Taking a step back, Aaron put a hand in his pocket. Fingers around his Avengers Identicard, he wondered how long it would take reinforcements to get here. No time at all, once they were in a quinjet. But how long to do that? Too long, if lives were on the line. He had to make sure it didn’t come to violence.
“My name is Aaron, and I… could sense you. I needed to know if you were someone I should be concerned about. If you were coming after me, were a threat to me.“ Honesty hour, as it were. “And if I thought you were… I told myself, I’d have to take you down. So, the question is… are you?“
Reaching for his drink, he gave a slight glance towards Aaron, but then returned his gaze back to the screen. He wasn’t going to deal with this right now. “Fifty Eight seconds,” he said, moving the cup to his lips, and drinking it down.
He was at least giving Aaron time to explain. As for how long? Not enough, but quite honestly, Ky didn’t truly care either. In his mind, Aaron was someone who was a threat; one that could take his time away from him.
“I’ve taken my Father on on several occasions and beings larger than Stark Tower,” he said flatly. “You still have time to explain yourself and prevent… a blood bath.”
Either way, Ky didn’t care what happened, but this place was the only coffee shop this side of town with an excellent selection. So, he had a slight soft spot in his mind for it, but not a large one.
“So, the question isn’t what I am,” he said, moving to take a sip, and then sighing that the cup was empty. “It’s how you’re going to explain why someone so… lesser than myself is interrupting me.”
“Kiddo, if you’re looking for a fight you picked the wrong person. You can’t even beat your granddaddy. What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”
He wasn’t in the mood for this. Not for Blackheart, not for Mephisto, not for this little shit. Johnny tiredly ran a hand through his hair and took a swig of something that burned his nose as well as his throat.
“An’ you could do better?”
Johnny wasn’t wrong though – Ky couldn’t beat either of them. Not even if he pulled every trick he knew. Maybe one day it would be ideally possible, but not right now. Not when he could only win fights by the skin of his teeth (on good days).
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