“That’s one way to put it.” Ky would admit it wasn’t the best in any part, but he didn’t believe he needed to admit the obvious. “I like to call it… dealing with my family on a day to day basis.”
Was she really that sorry? Most likely not – no one truly was these days. He wasn’t, why should anyone else? He lost a fight and in turn almost his life. Ky’lar may have been foolish, but one moment he thought things were going well and the next he found himself slammed harshly against a wall. Once that happened, everything turned hazy, and he didn’t -or maybe he didn’t want to- remember much.
“Doubtful,” He said bluntly, hands slipping into his pockets. “Losing would have happened sooner or later.”
It was one simple tuck of the hands into unseen pockets, and yet her blood began to boil all the same. There was a certain arrogance in so flippant a maneuver, one that sat wrong upon an already darkening mood, set her green eyes aflame. “Enlighten me, then. What is there to work out?”
“I’m sure if given the right… motivation many things could be.” Then again, Ky had been wrong before. If he was being honest with himself, sometimes putting too much pressure on someone gave the wrong results. A reason to why he wasn’t going to press his luck – not today at least. “It all depends on why you’re here.”
Why she thought this would be easy, she had no idea. “I am not asking you to. I am asking only that you pass a message on to someone who might.”
“Tell me,” he said, hands slipping into his pockets. “Do you really believe i’ll pass the message along? As far as I can tell, messages – all messages seem to get lost in translation.” A quick two second pause, “However, i’m sure we can work something out.”
“I find that a most curious acquisition, Prince of the Infernal. I had thought such an artifact lost to the shades of time. Pausing, her voice takes on a certain sardonic croak, “How fortunate that you have proven the sages wrong.”
She could not say who the artifact would benefit – perhaps Hell, perhaps the owner itself, but she had some vague idea of what would come of it. Weeping. Weeping in the whole of the Nine Realms, to rival the loss of Baldr. Oh, but where were her manners? Always focusing on the might-bes, never on present company.
“How did you come across it?”
“When you’ve had the… opportunity to travel a few reams,” a pause, “or even dimensions, you come across many amusing things.” He could have named off far more than a dozen, but it truthfully, there was no real point in it. Not When it clearly wasn’t needed to make a point.
“Drop a few names in the right ears and you’ll find a few objects. Most of the time they are worthless, but all the same, sometimes you come across great weapons.” He just hadn’t found the one he was looking for yet – or if he had? He understand how to wield it as of yet.
“So, in truth? It was far more than just luck – I had a bit of help.”
“to be quite honest? i really don’t care.” then again, ky rarely cared about anything that didn’t directly concern him these days. “not really at any-rate.”
Hellfirebound 