❝ at the risk of sounding like a broken record; i don’t care what you believe. i’m not my family and i’m most certainly not my father. my name is ky’lar richardson and this is my story. ❞
↳ indi | private | mixed canon| mutuals only | 18 + | triggering content | runs off queue | penned by andre |
“COME, NOW WE ARE CIVILIZED people. the both of us.” mar-vell assumes anyway. even if he is a kree. his business is helping people and saving the day. doesn’t mean that sometimes he’s an asshole. especially if an individual rubs him the wrong way. “instead of attempting to dismember me, why not ask nicely. i may be more inclined to help you out.”
“AND YOU’D DENY MY REQUEST? no thanks.” violence wasn’t always the answer, but it was the solution. talking could get him far, but not far enough. a reason to why he resorted to threats first, action second, and if all else failed? talking would be dead last. “so, let’s get something straight, shall we? among other things,” he said, taking a step back, and a deep breath in, “i want to get back home, but seeing as that isn’t really an option? well, i’ll settle on figuring out what type of situation i’m in – word of warning? don’t piss off family members.” or in his case, a very powerful demon… who just happened to be his grandfather.
she caught the beer with ease — eyes never leaving him — and opened it as he continued speaking. he wasn’t wrong about privacy, especially in the world they were living in, just about anything could be bought and sold as long as someone was willing to pay the price. she’d paid plenty for her own life, time and time again. but that was a story for another time. ❛ and your family matters — ❜ s he latched onto the comment as it was offered, using it to leverage her own dialogue, but kept her tone light and conversational all the while. ❛ — are they becoming problematic as of late ? ❜ one brow climbed higher on her forehead as she took a drink. natasha could understand being on the move, staying under the radar, it was all she’d known for a long time. what she needed to know now was the extent of his situation, and what kind of problems might crop up as a result.
his family was always problematic. hiding from them proved to be impossible. a stark realization that he came to when he attempted to do just that. it lasted for a short while actually, but then everything went down hill. he was found, dragged back home, and while he didn’t truly remember the rest? he doubted it truly mattered. least of all at the current time.
there was a reason he’d been keeping his head down and avoiding his almost usual tendencies. well, avoided was one way of putting it, but not exactly the best. nothing had changed at all. ky just made sure everything he did was under the radar – that way he wouldn’t have to worry about being tracked or little visits like… this.
❛ well, i’m sure someone has a file on me. ❜ if not, he’d want to make sure they made one – if only due to the fact of record keeping and everyone had one didn’t they? he thought as much. maybe he’d actually make a point to steal it as well. maybe that way he’d see what they said about him. ❛ and my… family members. ❜
there was a shrug. ❛ well, you know how they… can be. ❜ instead of elaborating, ky moved to take a drink of his beer. ❛ — annoying. ❜
I’m probably not going to want to RP with you (especially not shippy stuff) if you actually hate/rag on my character to me/on the dash. You don’t have to love them like I love them. But you need to respect that I love them.
As much as Ky enjoyed Peter’s company… there was limits to what he could actually take. A reason to why he was hoping for a night alone. The only problem was it didn’t exactly turn out that way.
He glanced down to Peter for a moment. An urge occurred to him to push the other off of him, but at the last minute he hesitated and ended up patting Peter’s head.
Seemed like someone was getting attached.
“Not a good idea norman is pretty old. You might kill him on accident or something. Wouldn’t be entirely against scaring him though maybe he’ll come out of it with the realization that he should treasure people close to him?”
“I fail to see how that would be a bad thing. Besides, I doubt I could target those he cares about.” Or he could do both; target the one’s he cared about and then kill the man. It wouldn’t be any sweat off his back to speak, but he doubted Peter would approve.
🕸 ❝ now THAT I CAN DO . . it looks to be a small thing so hopefully its not super big explosion kinda deal. but i can work with that. good luck on . . disarming the bomb, man, i’ll get people outta the area. ❞ he murmured, giving him a slight glance before swinging away from their position to corral people out of the immediate vicinity.
if it was UP TO HIM, he’d not be anywhere near here; he wasn’t a hero. he wasn’t anything close to that little title. and yet here he was – trying to save people due to the fact he FOUND himself in the situation. either way, he gave a slight two-fingered salute in their direction as they left.
it WOULDN’T take him long to do what was needed; several options were at play here. disarming the bomb, letting it go off, throwing it into the ocean, or down a back alley. there were MORE options than just those, but with time being LIMITED, he chose the DISARMING option due to the fact that it would take MORE time to do either other option at the current time.
❝ alright, ❞ he said, taking a glance at the wires, and then he rubbed his temples with his left hand. ❝ let’s see if this works. ❞ time wasn’t something he had on his side so… he decided to just yank all the wires out at once. if he was lucky, maybe he wouldn’t end up destroying everything around him, but at the same time? well, it wasn’t like he had any other choice… besides just throwing it into a river or something like that.
“I could help with that you know. Murder is my speciality.”
“I don’t want him to be murdered. I want him to be put into parenting classes, and rehab, and jail, and give a medicine that makes people nicer, and for him to apologize to Harry.”
“You want him to be a whole other person then.” Ky could relate on some level considering his own ‘father’ situation. “I could… beat him up then. Maybe even break a few bones – if you’re interested in something like that.”
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