v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 ) – Page 12

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“I doubt it’ll be your only good deed of the year. Bet you see a homeless man tomorrow and give him a dollar.” He was always one to see the good in people, “I really need a new coat. My old one is from fifth grade and is basically just rags at this point, doesn’t do much to actually insulate me.”

_{“Anything else?” He decided to drop the fact about his good deeds; deciding simply to focus on whatever else Peter needed. “More than just a coat – new shoes? Maybe some socks?” Truth be told… Ky didn’t even know if people still wore socks, but that ultimately was besides the point.}

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“Dude it’s not even my birthday, I’m not gonna say no I guess.. most of my shirts do have holes in them at this point, and I would never turn down free food but like.. why do you want to –I dunno do that I guess..?”

_{“Consider this my one – and only – good deed of the year.” Or ever if he was going to be entirely honest with himself. “So, food, and some clothes – just don’t tell anyone.” Not that they’d believe it anyways, but he couldn’t be too careful.}

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“I take care of myself… kinda.”

_{“Doubtful. I’ll raise it to two hundred if you let me take you out to eat and buy you some new clothes.”}

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“I’ve started a fiver. Give me five dollars and I’ll do whatever you want on video.”

_{“I’ll give you fifty if you promise to take better care of yourself.”}

“…I stink?”

“And I am cleaned up…ish.”

_{A deep sigh escaped his lips – clearly what he said went over the other’s head.}

_{“Take a shower. Please?”}

“I don’t—- well honestly I don’t have a feeling one way or the other about you being his son, Kylar. I mean, you act as though your father still has feelings for me and he’s made it abundantlly clear that any feelings he did have— well they are gone. I’m not sure they were even real in the first place. I was— well I was just someone for him to conqueor and that has been done.”

Kara could feel tears beging to rise in here and it was something she’d never want to do in front of Ky. She was sure that deep inside him, there were feelings but when it came to her, for some unknown reason, whatever feelings he did express were always negative. Standing there in front of him, she was sure that getting back into Blackheart and with that Kylar’s lives, she had made a wrong decision. Finally, her eyes connected with his again.

“Honestly, don’t worry. I’m going to leave and I prommise this time, neither of you will ever have to worry about seeing me again.”

_{“i act as anyone would.” his voice raised for a moment as his right hand ran under her chin. “when i claim my throne, i don’t care what you do, but until that time… you, and my father need to step aside.” he already knew this would be tricky, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get in his way of what he wanted. the only one able to do that was mephisto and even then… that was something he hoped he could possibly work around.}

_{“he likes you – i don’t now or care why – and as long as you don’t pull anything you’re fine.” a lie, he wanted them both dead, but why admit the truth with lying was so much more amusing. “i think a more… human term for this is live and let live, but let me make something clear for you, kara.” his lips pursed into a thin-line as his voice lowered to a whisper. “i always get what i want and if that means forcing my father to give up his right to protect you? so be it.”}

The quickness with which his punches are dished out slow considerably when reminded of their vast difference in age. The blond had known life for several millennia, hitting his stride as a young if brash god when Norseman began to set sail upon the seas in search of distant lands to plunder. He was ancient compared to this viper tongued whelp, and yet you wouldn’t know it to look at him.

It was further proof of how effective this hellish place was of reducing the misanthropic souls trapped within its boundaries to their truest cast.

“Cease your attempts to slander me, should thou wish to retain the use of thy tongue!” Tone filled with hate, the way he now moved revealed what had just stated unnerved him. It caused the ruthless showering of punches and jabs he started with to slow down in the face of Ky’s scathing laughter, as if realising who was the one at fault here – whilst also generating room for the demon to strike back in retaliation.

_{Now, hatred he could use. It was one of the few things he learned even before his demonic side manifested itself. That hatred was known by most species – man, god, or otherwise.}

_{Once you knew the correct buttons to push, you could exploit them, and then everything would ultimately fall right into place.}

_{In this case, Ky was relying on his more demonic or otherwise feral urges at every opportunity. Coherent thought was out the window and his focus was on taking every advantage possible. if that meant playing dirty tricks? So be it.}

_{“I’ll do far more than that -” words were cut short as he was bombarded by the punches. If he had real training, he may have been able to do better, but so far… he was just trying to find an opening by taking the punishment as he came.}

_{Then he found it. It was when the assault slowed down just enough that he was able to swipe forward and grip Thor’s chin tightly with his clawed like hand. “You’ll be nothing more than a memory of what you are now, Odinson or maybe,” his eyes narrowed. “You’ll be a corpse that i’ll keep for my… amusement.”}

Despite the fact that Venom perennially wore a smile that no amount of disappointment could shake, he appeared to grin wider still at the spiky one’s retort. Admiring their confidence that he had any chance of killing them. “Nice try, but you may find that we are difficult to CḨE̛͡W͏.”
Speaking of food, their – its – thoughts were at risk of drifting again, and quickly lost interest in what the stranger was saying until his next statement caught their attention. Eyes slanting, the parasite shows off some Brock level charm by turning into an investigative journalist for a minute.
“Fun? What do you propose that we do?”

_{Being difficult to chew wouldn’t be a problem; ripping them apart would be interesting. They never fought something like Venom before first hand, but that wasn’t what they wanted. Fighting the Symbiote wasn’t on the agenda; he never thought it would be if he was being honest.
However, having his own bit of ‘fun’ was always on there. Ky’lar may not have been fully human, but he still knew that sometimes enjoyment was needed. For him, it usually meant a mass slaughter or burning down a building – all to please himself. This time around, he thought something that could up the ‘stakes’ would suffice. So, he had just the place in mind.
“How do you feel about an all you can eat meal?”}

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A harsh truth, but all too real. The Odinson responds to this reveal with what dignity he has left to muster; a challenge for one so stuck in the mire of irrelevance as he had been. But, being reduced to so little, he was willing to grasp for what chances to escape were floated his way– no matter the cost.

“I… I will.” The confirmation of his intent sits strangely on this tongue after being aired. He was about to partake in practices that’d see all respect he might still be capable of earning from his observers mutate into a species of hatred, labelling his fall as yet another spirit lost to the temptations of darkness.

Given the necessary of it, the blond was willing to wear such a cloak and inherent the shift in perceptions of him for as long as he needed. What macabre work Ky’lar had meant for him to partake in, he’d carry out without complaint.

“Any who interfere will be dealt with in a most severe manner. Now…shall we begin proceedings?”

_{All Ky had to do was dangle the prospect of something greater for the fallen one, and he’d have a perfect puppet. It would take time of course; getting everything together, but it would be worth it.}

_{Give something, take it away, and keep Thor loyal. If it meant doing things that many would look down upon? So be it. Wasn’t the first time the Son of Blackheart had to get his hands dirty for something far symbolic than material.
Nor would it ultimately be the last. All he had to do was play his cards properly and everything would fall right into place.}

_{“As expected,” he mused out lightly. He didn’t need anything going wrong with this little endeavor of his. Nor did he need any of his family members – specifically Mephisto – to get involved with this. Blackheart, he could more than likely wave off (or so he hoped), but his Grandfather was the more wild card.}

_{Ky attempted to, but never understood him or… his father really, but he knew distance was sometimes the best option. Never digging too far into their affairs and staying out of their fights. It worked… on most days at least – just not when Ky was the entire reason of said fight.}

_{“I don’t expect them to bother us, but someone is always watching.” his lips pursed into a thin-line. “The sooner you come to accept that. The sooner you realize what limited time frame we have.”}

_{He then let a slight smirk spread across his lips. “Let’s get to work… shall we?”}

the shield rolls her eyes softly, _{arms folded tightly against her chest. “ well… from my mother’s uterus doesn’t really count as stating a specific location, does it ? “ clever eyes follow his movement, like a computer collecting data.}

_{he was tempted to say that it was as specific as she was going to get. a taunt of sorts on the tip of his tongue that shifted into a smirk. “you’d never know if it,” he mused out lowly. “even if did… i doubt it’d matter.”}