“You don’t wanna know.” Or perhaps the other did know what he could see. A finger raising along his lips, Jas never took his glare from ‘Ky’lar’. Though his disposition seemed care-free, there was an underlying tone to it, as if he was capable of doing something despicable.
“…keep your distance, Ky’lar, and keep to yourself as long as you are in Italy.” He knew the threat that came out of his mouth was brazen, yet he meant every syllable of it. Evil forces were taking over his country; eradicating one would be of no heavy conscience to Jas.
“Do I now?” A slight grin pulled at his lips, but it quickly faded. Oh, he had some ideas, but he wasn’t about to share them. Not here and certainly not now. There was no fun in it – not really at least. “All I am is a man – one who just happens to be in the country for a while.” Not long, maybe as short as week, but plans could change.
“At any-rate,” He said, taking a step closer, “You can be rest assured that I don’t plan on getting any closer than I am currently.” For the moment at least. “As for keeping to myself? I can’t really promise that – good try though.”
“Your assumptions prove to be correct at the moment, unless you convince me otherwise.” Jasper’s eyes locked onto the being with a steady alertness, his body shifting a little more upright. He could feel a conflict brewing already, and he honestly couldn’t say that he wanted it prevented. There was just too much wrong with this…
“Is a name too much to ask of you? Or should I go by what I see .” He interrogated, arms crossed with a suspicious glare.
“Well, that would depend on what you see.” Ky personally didn’t think his presence here was a bad thing, but he always knew that stepping on toes was inevitable. Even more so these days.
Still, he was going to attempt to be nice ( even if he knew it would fall flat in all reality ). “It’s Ky’lar.” He could have said more – maybe even given an Alias, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with that. Not yet at least.
“Perdonatemi straneiro–pardon stranger–but my time is rather limited; I must be on my leave.”
Jas did not even take the time to look up at the presence beside him. Tired and irritable, the red haired soul needed to be in Rome for tonight, finishing his business in Viena before the venture. However, a quick glance made his orbs go black. As if he had seen the devil himself, Jas stopped in his tracks, an eerie look forming along his face. This being–for such darkness could not come from a human–gave Jas a feeling similar to that of the hitmen, only more surreal.
“Who are you; more importantly, what business do you have in Italia?”
“you can just say that i’m a friend. one, that just happened to be in the area, and decided to enjoy themselves.”
the reality, however, was a stark contrast; friend was not something ky was ever called. at least to many – usually nuisance was the best explanation for what he was. not that petty titles mattered to him. maybe once, but not anymore – not when he fully well knew that such matters were below him.
“I’m going to assume that’s a problem, isn’t it?” a pause. “at least for you.”
Hellfirebound 