Was it worth fighting ALL NIGHT over? Natalia had been in this PARTICULAR situation many times over, and despite the ANGER she was shooting at him with her eyes, knew it would only last for another week before the two had made up again.
“Oh, SCREW YOU,” she hissed as he tried to get another insult in. But she didn’t admit it – that one HURT.
“I mean, you HAVE before, but that is besides the POINT, isn’t it?” he smirked as he made his way towards the door. “Maybe you should be a bit more GRATEFUL that i even STICK around here.” Not that it mattered to him, but he was past the point of being DECENT for the time being.
There was a roll of his eyes at the comment from Johnny. It didn’t matter if it was the Rider speaking or otherwise. It wasn’t Ky’lar’s problem if someone asked too many questions. Nor did he feel it was necessary to investigate.
In Ky’s mind, he’d been keeping out of trouble, and he figured that was enough to keep the Rider from sending him back ‘home’. Of course, there was doubt in his mind it would last for long – Ky never could restrain his tendencies… no matter how hard he tried.
“Do you always listen to what IT says?” The answer didn’t matter to Ky. He didn’t care about the Rider… just as long as the spirit didn’t come after him. “Or is this just a special case?”
❛ That’s cute, but I’m gonna have to decline. ❜ So much for first warnings. Why couldn’t life be easier where people were more coherent and actually listened to you? While they may be right about him not exactly wanting to be here, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t be. A stream of webbing attaches to their shoulder from the base of Kaine’s wrist, beginning to pull them into melee range. ❛ So I’m going to make this quick for BOTH our sake’s. Fist, meet face. ❜
Of course they’d decline such a wholesome offer. It wasn’t every day he opted to resort to non-violence and now that option was denied in expert fashion. Oh well – Ky would deal with this little problem, and then shift his attention to his original plan later on. ❛ Such a pity and here I thought we were getting along, ❜ he mused out as he was yanked forward. ❛ Now, are you going to just TALK or day or are we going to FIGHT? ❜
❛ obviously not. ❜ the shield huffs, turning her head to the side. what kind of half assed information was this ? valerie’s gaze intensified, the curiosity similiar to the one she had while getting to know the world for the first time. ❛ where are you from ? ❜
❛ do you want the truth or do you want the answer i’ll give you? ❜ the question was asked out of pure amusement, but then he shifted right back to his usual tone. ❛ i could give you the answer of two people had sex or… do you want to know exactly where? ❜
He gives the other all the time that he needs to prepare and then explain the nature of his call for assistance. It also allowed Thor to form his own assumptions based on how they had conducted business in the past. The man was never known to stop by for a friendly chat, and so he found that whenever and wherever Ky showed his face, some new and near impossible task to achieve laid in his future.
A heavy sigh escapes him as Thor’s deep blue gaze bears down upon Ky’lar, glinting brightly beneath the winged helm he once more wore proudly. “When is there an occasion where thoughts concerning thine relatives crowd not that conflicted mind of yours?” He’d almost venture to say it was an unhealthy exercise, had he not already known what his family was like.
In fact, he found it impressive that he was still capable of forging his own path, given the pressures and expectations that were frequently piled upon him.
“Regardless, what is it this time?”
His family was always on his mind or at least in the back of it. Ky couldn’t go a week with-out either his father or grandfather interfering. Once, he was able to go a month, but then he was dragged back home quite forcefully afterwards.
Now, Ky was asking Thor – the one person he wanted to avoid – for help. It was a strange turn of events, but not entirely unexpected. “My relatives seem to believe they know what is best for me.” It wasn’t the best way of putting things, but not the worst either. Elaborating was needed, but he wasn’t about to tell Thor the entire truth. No, he’d get to that later.
“Unfortunately, I disagree with their methods,” he let a deep sigh escape his lips. “ What I need form you is a way…” he trailed off with a cough. “What I need,” he said again, repeating himself. “ Is a way to prevent being dragged back to my Grandfather’s realm.”
feint magics tickled the back of his mind — whispers of distrust weaving through his thoughts as he listened to the other man speak aloud his.. alias. he would not mention the fact that he did not fully believe his white lie — but he wasn’t truly all that interested in knowing his true name, at least not at this point as it did not matter.
“ it’s a pleasure to meet you, james.. ” he quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly as he paused. “ i apologize in advance for appearing a bit.. melancholy, it’s merely been that sort of day, so far. ”
“those sort of day’s happen far too often to count.” ky knew that first hand. if it wasn’t one thing… it was another. the harsh part about reality was something would always go wrong regardless of where he personally stood on the matter. “and the pleasure is all mine – i’d offer you a drink, but they don’t serve hard liquor here unfortunately.” if they did… ky would have downed at least three bottles of whiskey by now. “so, a coffee will have to suffice.”
The dropping of human guises is a development shared by the foul mouthed blond, who in his anger finally gives way to the spirit bound within him, a curse of violent fury to be bestowed upon the sinful.
Flesh and muscle dissolve, leaving behind the off-white scaffolding of bone as Blaze appears to gain a few inches in height. Zarathos’ unrivaled might becomes the factor that empowers such a vessel of death and unavoidability, the objectives of the host replaced by what vengeance embodied wishes to attempt next.
“The choice isn’t yours to
M̵͢͢A͏Ķ̢͢E,” intones an ethereal voice, showing that a new player has entered the fray. Before the Rider’s gaze, Ky’s petulant habits prove to be an ineffective offense. No amount of yelled objections could change a mind so bent on avenging the innocent that matters relating to circumstance are put aside.
“This place is not your home. You will be returned to your fetid place of origin before the next break of day.” Placing himself on a time schedule, the Rider sets to work by first securing the transforming half-breed more than already was, chains turning red-hot and searing as a raised boot is used to push the young male back onto the ground, like prey presenting its belly to the hunter.
“Ky’lar Richardson, your penance is
P͜͠A͏̀S̨̛͡T ̢D̡U͞͏Ȩ͢.”
The half-breed absolutely thought he had more time to explain himself. To attempt to worm his way out of this mess, but doing so now seemed close to impossible.
Fighting could get him far – maybe even manage to get him out of the chains, but he doubted it would be worth it. His limited knowledge of the other didn’t benefit him – all it did was serve to make him a bit more nervous. More so as he knew this would most likely end badly.
At least with Johnny – the human part – he may have had a chance to explain himself. With the Rider, it looked like any, and all attempted explanations would inevitably fail.
However, that wouldn’t stop him from trying; not even as the chains that bound him became tighter and then started to burn his flesh. If he had a real plan, maybe he’d been able to get out of this, but no such luck.
All he could possibly do was let out a deep hiss as he was kicked back to the ground like a common murderer or even criminal. He wasn’t one though – there wasn’t anything common about him.
The lives he took were a mere handful in the grand scheme of things ( or so he thought ) and there was doubt in his mind they even mattered. It wasn’t like he could simply stop himself from losing control. Maybe at one time he had a chance to, but he blew that away just like any offer to help gain some semblance of control.
“You’re wrong,” he managed to spit out through pained hisses. “I was born here.” Ky was about to try to explain more, but instead he yanked at the chains. In his mind, it was an an attempt to get free…even if it wouldn’t get him far.
“I’m not… going back. You don’t know what they’ll do me.” It was uncertain what exact ‘punishment’ his family would enact for being sent back so… forcefully. Even more so being sent back by the Rider, but there was one thing that was clear… He’d hear about it until the end of days.
He might have been persuasive but not clever enough, in Thor’s opinion. Why was he depicting himself as someone who shouldn’t be allowed inside Asgard? Then again, maybe that was a good thing. It certainly made his job of driving the stranger out easier than he anticipated. In his mind, he fully believed that he could defeat anyone who threatened either him or his people.
While his brother would have cautioned him against underestimating someone by their looks alone, he tended to rely more on brute force to determine whether someone could easily be bested or not. And from the stranger’s thin, scrawny appearance, any fight between them would last only a few seconds.
“Then it is a mistake I shan’t make. Leave.”
Maybe he should THANK the man for being so forthcoming with his true persona. The thought of letting someone like him into Asgard no longer sat well with him, and now, he saw no reason to continue the conversation and to give the stranger any space to move forward.
“It’s not as simple as that.”
Actually, it was. Ky could have took his leave right then and never looked back. It would have put a major damper on his plans – even to the point where he’d have been set back for months or even years, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Nor, did he truly believe it would be the last.
However, he wasn’t going to let that happen this time around; if this didn’t work, he’d have only a few options left. One, would be a straight up idiotic idea, and the next would simply be to submit. Both options, for the moment were not appealing, and it was why he wanted to create a third or even forth.
“Or, maybe it is, but I didn’t think Asgardians were willing to throw anyone into a needless slaughter.”
“EVERYONE IS. BE MORE SPECIFIC.”
the giant ordered, his voice a menacing rumble. of course he was searching for something on earth, as did galactus himself. but if other sentient beings had no use for him, then they fell into one of two categories: F O O D or nuisance, which generally shared the same outcome: annihilation. this demon behaved in an unnecessarily reckless manner, almost as if he willingly I N V I T E D trouble in his life. and if that is what he wished for, then the cosmic entity would provide.
“how specific?”
the question was asked out of amusement rather than true clarification. the demon could have answered easily; stating the quite obvious with-out even a second’s hesitation. he just didn’t truly feel the need to – not now at least. maybe later when he chose the option to be less difficult.
Hellfirebound 