“Oh yeah? Watch your left foot.” She nudged it a little farther with her own foot so his stance was correct. “I’d love to go look at some weapons with you. Are they purchasable weapons?” Colleen moved again, this time behind him. Her hands slid over his and helped him with the motion of the katana. “What do you mean? What happened a few years back?”
The idea of Col learning something from Ky almost made her laugh, but she couldn’t help but think that maybe he was right. It wasn’t like she had that many friends in the city anyways and Ky was certainly one of those unusual friends.
A faint chuckle escaped his lips as he shifted his foot after it was nudged; just to make sure he was doing everything correctly. It would take time, he knew that better than anyone else to master it, but just knowing would be enough for now ( or so he hoped ), “Well, i decided i could take on some sort of hell-beast,” he said, “Don’t really remember what it’s called, but think of something out of Dante’s inferno. Something that’s huge — nine to fifteen feet tall.”
Of course, he doubted that she would even believe him, but all the same… he didn’t want to face something like that again anytime soon, “I made quite a few extended family members angry and well… let’s just say that the challenge wasn’t as fun as i thought it was.” rather, he survived when the intention was to die… mostly.
there was a reason he hated his own kind; demons always were busy or working on some scheme. not that he could really complain — he had pulled enough of them in his lifetime to know that sometimes failure was the only option. not to mention that interrupting a demon nine out of ten times was dangerous, but that didn’t mean that it would stop ky. in all reality, it just meant that he would have to press forward — just for his own personal amusement.
“right, don’t care.” it was simply the facts — being truthful was always harsher than not, but then again. lying was only useful when the truth wouldn’t get him what he personally wanted.
“is that what i’m reduced to? simply making an appointment and waiting years like,” his voice turned deeply sarcastic, “some common rabble.”
❛ oh i’m sorry. did i let dinner get away ? what a shame. ❜ sarcasm dripped from her tongue while blood dripped from his chin, and she was more than a little bit annoyed that he’d called her out on the lecture before she even got a chance to start it. it had been a trying day, and buffy was ready to give someone an earful. instead she huffed, stake-filled hand flopping to her side in frustration.
❛ you know i was going to, because it is wrong, but clearly you’re on the don’t-care side of the spectrum so why don’t we cut right to the slaying portion of tonight’s entertainment ?❜ maybe then she’d feel better.
there was a full out roll of his eyes at her comments. if it was up to him, he would have been half-way out of town by now, but it seemed he still had to deal with this. just his luck the one night he was trying to make himself feel better… he had to come across someone who wanted to stop him. of course, that was to be expected, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.
❛ actually, ❜ he commented, ❛ i’m move of the very expensive steakhouse or places it takes months to get reservations for. ❜ even though he was being slightly sarcastic himself… at least he was being somewhat truthful ( for the most part ).
❛ then again, consider me on the; i cared once, but then endured hell, and now i don’t really care about anything, ❜ a pause, ❛ side of the spectrum. ❜ he didn’t care if she believed him — didn’t even believe himself half the time as he slipped his bloodied hands into his pockets, ❛ so, if you’re going to attempt to slay me, please make sure to get it done right. i would, ❜ his tone turns sarcastic, ❛ hate to miss this meeting later tonight. ❜
❝ Some may die. I’ve been alive for two thousand four hundred and something years and tried every which way to die so trust me it ain’t that easy mate. But hey knock yourself out. ❞
❝ well, seems i just have hundreds of years ahead of me to keep trying then. ❞ not that it actually mattered that much. ky doubted anyone would ever let him die — not with the shit that he’s pulled over the last few years, but those were just the facts. living, for the most part, was more painful than dying, ❝ then again? i might get bored. ❞
Sam is swallowing hard, trying to control himself from doing anything that would end up being a stupid move, his eyes find the other’s “ you will have the colt, once you agree to this deal, it’s yours, I am not going to use it on you, You know nothing about me, so the deal are you in or out?”. He pauses once more, as hands are folding over his chest.
“i know rumors.” he mused out lowly, “i know enough to be… what one would call cautious.” that much was putting it lightly. of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do what was needed — he was just stating his own version of the facts, “either way? i’m in.” a pause, “however, if you decide to betray me? i’ll drag your soul to the last place anyone will be able to find it.”
he doesn’t say a word; he doesn’t need to around her. instead, he just leans forward, and lets a deep sigh escape his lips. it was one of those few days that he felt worthless — something that he usually could forget about… with her help, but this time around… it wasn’t so easy. a reason to why he was struggling with keeping himself from going into a blind rampage.
“Ky’lar, I brought you an ironic Christmas gift from this human shop.” It was a santa hat, her own wrist had jingle bells on them. But it sounded eerie down here, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Before he had a chance to protest it was on his head and a selfie was snapped.
“I think you’re getting a better gift from …. Mmmm well all of us.” Producing a different box from her bag, “If you ever need a power boost or something.” In the long box was a single white feather. She winked. One of Lucifer’s feathers. “Fun right?”
it was far more than simply ironic; it was insulting, but that didn’t mean he would protest too much about it. everyone had their fun, even ky on most days, but hopefully… the photo wouldn’t be passed around to everyone on hell, heaven, or even earth.
either way, he rubbed at his eyes for a few moments as she continued to speak, “all of us?” it was a simple question as his eyebrows lifted for a few moments, “consider me… impressed.”
She’s currently walking out of a burning building, unscathed, whilst downing a bottle of Jack Daniels, before tossing it aside, after she completely empties it, the sound of glass crashing onto the pavement, whilst her boots thud against the hard asphalt.
he would have wanted this to be an easy rest of the day; have a nice drink, ruin a few lives, and come back to his hotel room where it was close to freezing. that way, he could actually relax after a ‘hard’ day’s work. of course, what he didn’t expect was to run into her or… anyone honestly ( walking out of a burning building or otherwise ), “fun time in there?” he asked.
Hellfirebound 