Tag: v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 )
“Or maybe, you just don’t like that i am his son.” Honestly, that was a low blow – even for Ky, but deep down? He just didn’t care. “I may be many things, but do remember that there is even a limit to how much I can handle.”
“Yes, actually, I was.” Not that it mattered to Ky. One person vs his own comfortableness was a small price to pay. He could have done something – maybe even offered a hand, but why do that? It’s not like he cared. “Is that a problem?”
“When it suits me to listen, yeah, I do.” There was no hesitation in his answer, parting with it as easily as breathing. The spirit that granted him supernatural power in exchange for planting a ceaseless need to track down the guilty and devour their sins was a potent force to be reckoned with, but Blaze had gained mastery of it, as well as a resilience to its tempting ways some time ago.
The piece of metal is tossed aside, its purpose spent. They needed to track down the escapee, preferably before their true nature was revealed– granted they were a demon and not something far worse than that. Given Johnny’s luck, though, he is convinced that this incident was about to get far more complex.
“Never had prey that ran off on me like that, either.” That flame engulfed head turns to Ky, suddenly inquisitive. Could this be more proof he needed to send the bastard down below? Who knows.
“Does that happen to ya often?”
Any other time and Ky would have rolled his eyes and gave a quite rude comment towards Blaze. That would have been the easy thing to do should they not have been in this situation.
A situation that was getting worse by the moment. It was only amplified due to the fact that Ky was getting agitated – more than he already was – the presence of the Rider always unnerved him and it cased more than just unease. Ky didn’t notice, but his arm was slowly shifting… revealing his true form.
“No.” A simple answer, but it was clear – just by the tone of his voice- that he was angry. Well, far more than he was a moment ago. There was only a limited number of people who knew the exact nature of Ky’s existence – that number went up by one- and while he didn’t think it was a big deal. Nor did he want to investigate the matter… he knew that their problems were just starting.
“We’ll find them and then F͟Ǫ̸̴R̶C̨̨E͞ ̧̕͝th̶̡͠e̷ a͘͟͠n͠͡s҉ẁ͞͏e̷̛͢r̨ś͠ ̨͠ou͘t.”
His expression shifts, a look of mild disgust at the fact the other man gave him. “You don’t have to eat? What are you?” It’s a rather rude question, but at the point Peter doesn’t care anymore. His mind is focused on only two things now, and with his added sense he doesn’t feel much of a threat coming from the man. It doesn’t mean he isn’t worried about what can be done, it just means he isn’t fearing for his life.
There’s still a lingering sense of danger, but nothing that hits his chest hard enough as a warning. “You say proper questions, like I haven’t been asking you what it is that you want me to take… Sir.” Peter grins cheekily at that, amusement rolling through him. “I’m less likely to fight if you tell me what’s going on.”
Ky didn’t have time for these foolish games. Stating the – almost to – obvious was not going to get him anywhere. Nor did he feel the need to admit that he absolutely needed assistance from the Spider.
No, instead, Ky went with what he knew; violence and threats. It was an assured way to either get what he wanted or… at least prove that he had the ability to do so himself. Either way, he didn’t feel like explaining (what he thought) as the obvious.
“There is a proper term,” he said, sucking in a deep breath, and then letting it out slowly, “for what I am, but i doubt your little mind would understand it.” In truth, not even Ky understood exactly what he was at times, but… he doubted admitting such things would ever really help his case. Not here and certainly not now.
“More importantly, you haven’t proved to me you’re… worthy to know exactly what’s going, but that could change.” His lips pursed into a thin-line as he thought for a moment. “If you were faced with… enemies on all sides what would you do? More so, imagine these… people who want you dead are your own family members.” He then gestured towards peter. “You see, what I want – what i need you for – will help me get on an even playing field.”
“As it happens, I do, but I ain’t gonna waste my good material on V̨É̶̡R͠M͘͡I̡͡N̴ like you.” Had those been his own words, or those selected by Zarathos? It was getting difficult for him to distinguish himself from his demonic other half when in this man’s presence. And did not seem concerned about this in the slightest. “How much time ya got to spare? Should we be expectin’ visitors? ‘Cuz it feels like whenever one o’ you bastards show up, more tend to appear in the same place.”
“I’m about as H̸҉UM͝A͠Ǹ as Y̧͜͡Ǫ̧͘͠Ú̴͢͠͡ !“His voice raised much higher and was far more distorted than he realized, but Ky didn’t care. Not at the moment at least. Vermin he may be, but in his mind? He saw Johnny as no different than he was, but in his own case he didn’t really have a choice. “And trust me… the only one’s who ever bother me are the two of them.” And hopefully neither of them showed up. That would just make things far more complicated and no doubt violent.
Would it do for him to groan? Probably not, but he knows what must be done now regardless of personal opinions. At Ky’lar’s approach, he offers the man a tight smile, ever the courteous chauffeur, if for dropping the man at the nearest inhabited town. Leaning back on the chopper he’s tentatively straddling, hands are planted around the saddle, nodding to the space behind him for the man to take a seat.
“Hey, stop dawdlin’. If you want a lift, hop on now, or else enjoy trying to tough it out here in this desolate place after dark.”
“Will you look at that – Johnny Blaze is offering me a ride.” Ky could have made a few more vulgar smart-assed comments, but restrained himself. After-all, Ky could have made it out of here with-out the other’s assistance, but it would have been far more taxing. So, he chose the easier option… this time around. “I wonder,” he said, getting on the bike with a smirk. “If people will talk about this. I mean, Johnny blaze giving the son of what was it – arch-enemy- a ride?” Obviously his words were sarcastic, but truthful all the same.
It wasn’t worth it. And it wasn’t just because of Mephisto finding out. No, Norrin was just tired of these demons and their games. He held great suspicion Ky’lar was only using him. People were always using him for one purpose or another.
“I highly doubt you could make it worth my while Ky’lar. I’m not interested.”
Maybe it wasn’t worth it. Ky had given it his best effort and failed. He should have cut losses before this point, but he was still attempting to obtain what he desired. “You really don’t know me well, Norrin.” Though, Ky doubted anyone did these days.
“You might not be interested now, but i’m sure… we can come to some arrangement.”
“I liked you better when you were… unworthy.” At least then, Ky could stand to be around the other, but now? It was like nails on a chalkboard. It was getting to the point where every moment near Thor was excruciatingly painful.
“It’s true, you may not ever see a side that has us as… allies, but you need to decide on where you stand.” Not that Ky cared – he just needed to see if his current plans would work. If not, he’d have to make another plan, but truth be told, he had hoped deep down they could have come to some… arrangement.
“If you force me to leave, i’ll take it as you’re siding with them,” disgust spread across his features as he took a step forward. “I’d advise you to chose your next words very carefully, Odinson. Lest you regret them.”
⌲ IF I AM ABLE TO BEST THE BEGINNING OF YOUR BLOODLINE ⌲ A TINY HALFBREED SUCH AS YOURSELF WOULD BE NO MORE A CHALLENGE THAN A BOOT CHALLENGING AN ANT ⌲ YOU WOULD NOT SURVIVE A DUEL WITH ME KY’LAR ⌲ IF YOU LICK MY BOOTS, I MIGHT YET LET YOU LIVE
[ TEXT→ THOR]: We would have to see. [ TEXT→ THOR]: You might be many things. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Prat among them. [ TEXT→ THOR]: However, I doubt you’d last long in a true fight. [ TEXT→ THOR]: And I don’t lick boots. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Not now. [ TEXT→ THOR]: Not ever.