_{@hellfirebound / sc ! *}

“I THOUGHT WE ALREAD established that i wasn’t going to tell you what you need to know. you can keep following me all you want, but i’m still not changing my mind. not till you man up.”

^{“AN’ HERE I THOUGHT YOU would have changed your mind,” his done dripped of sarcasm as he took a step forward. “everything will end once you tell me what i want. if you don’t? well, i’m known to be quite creative in some circles.” his lips then pursed into a thin-line. “either way, i’m ready to end this little game of ours, but the real question is… are you?”}

_personatvs:

it’s the way that the man SPEAKS that tells volumes dripping in the bindings of the soldier’s history. it takes a moment for him to shake it off —- to truly relinquish all that he used to be ( an impossible journey, yet he tries…oh, he tries ) as a reminder that he was no longer a SOLDIER, he no longer served an army of any kind.

❛ —– well i’m not one of THEIRS ❜ not anymore. no. he’d been an asset, a fist meant to change the world as the way they saw fit — but not anymore, he simply wants the answers but this man didn’t seem inclined to just hand them over.

❛ all i want is an answer. you’re on a LIST, they want you dead. i want to know why. ❜

he’s teetering on the brink of attempting something dangerous, but no — even in his lapse of control he’s still too STRATEGIC for this and instead simply takes a quarter of a step closer, one ditch effort to show that he’s not there for MALICIOUS reasons, whatever had him on the list he’d prefer to ignore if for the better part of shaping the century.

❛ a long time ago i was brought in to erase names off a list, i don’t know who else is on it, most of the ones i found are already DEAD, so now i want to know why. ❜

it seems like a simple task to find out what the endgame was —- but the man took a step forward that risked a THREAT to his well being, the rise in his voice only brought the defensive stance from the well trained assassin himself and he huffs. again. not looking for a fight, but those words don’t come out, instead he meets the other man’s gaze with one that would have sent anyone else to their knees.

❛ NEITHER am i. so i just want answers. ❜

_{‘and i can’t give them!’ he wanted to already rip bucky apart. maybe then he’d stop talking and breathing. maybe then ky could get out of here and try to find another place to stay it for a night. over-sea’s was looking so much better by the day. so much more lively than here where it looked like he couldn’t even get any sort of rest.}

_{‘everyone is on a list,’ he tried to keep himself from getting angry as he slammed his fist into a nearby wall. oh, he’d end up paying for that eventually – the slam was hard enough to make an big impact. an impression that served to show just how unstable he really was. ‘it doesn’t matter what it’s for – someone will always show up either in a suit or wth an army an’ give you an offer.’ that was the truth of things – ky didn’t exactly decline last time, but now? he wished he would have just accepted. maybe then he wouldn’t have to deal with any of this shit.}

_{‘if you want answers,’ he said, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. his hands balling into fists as if maybe that way he’d be able to get somewhat centered as his voice was turned a bit shaky. ‘find them somewhere else.’}

_{in all reality, ky didn’t think he had the answers, and even if he did? there was doubt it could have helped his situation too much – still, there was a slight chance that this could help him. if he played his cards correctly. ‘—i don’t,” he said, rubbing his knuckles, ‘i don’t have any answers – none that would amount to anything.’ a pause. ‘last time i started looking…’ he gestured towards the hole in the wall. ‘that started an’ a man in a very nice suit came to visit.’}

tries to grab ky’s tail

_{oh, he wasn’t happy – not one bit about this. of all the people who decided today was the greatest day to grab his tail… it just had to be thor. sure, ky was being obnoxious – poking thor with it repeatedly, but to grab it? it was just pain out right rude!
“let it go,” he said, almost to the point of snarling, “or i bite your hand off.”}

_{thesilvrsurfer:}

He loathed to admit it, but the Silver Surfer wishes he could care less too. To not care about the universe, Earth, Zen-la, everything. But he had been down that route under Galactus and it was too high of a cost. “We must deal with things our own way I will concede. I cannot speak for your situation but I know for myself, not caring will never be an option. It is a burden I am willing to carry as long as I live. Perhaps someday your situation will change.”

_{“Not likely,” He said bluntly. “Dear ol’ family won’t allow that.” Then again, his family was complicated, and rarely did any family ‘reunion’s’ ever go well. They ended in violence, death, or even both. A reason to why he stayed away from them and usually any mention of either his Father or Grandfather. That way… they more than likely wouldn’t show up to ruin whatever little peace he had. “Caring is a weakness – one I know they would exploit.”}

_mysrybled:

_{gaze shifts to the index finger pressed to your suit , ❛ don’t touch me . ❜}

_{“ will you look at that! you can say more than simply no! ” his tone dripped with sarcasm as he moved his hand back. “ think about it this way; you give me what i want and i’ll go away… peacefully. ”}

mysrybled:

_{❛ … ❜ a pause , ❛ no . ❜ // open starter .}

_{“actually,” he moved to poke the other right in the chest, “that’s a yes!”}

Ruin

“Right now I’M the one that wants you skinned alive,” she growled.

Natalia refrained from HITTING her so called ‘perfect’ boyfriend that had once seemed TOO GREAT to really be happening; now she was wishing she had just WALKED AWAY when they first met.

“…I want you to LEAVE. And don’t come back next time. I’m DONE.”

_{“what’s the word most say these days?” a pause. “oh- yes!”a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments; eyes narrowing on her form. “i believe that it’s called get in line. i have so many people wanting my head- even my family, but this won’t stop. not until i had myself over or i tear every last one apart.” he wasn’t ready for either choice, but he was at least setting the facts straight ( for the moment ). “so, if you want me to leave? i’ll leave, but do remember that this isn’t over. not by a long shot.”}

Eyebrows push together, jaw going slack and Peter knows the man is messing with him, yet the more he talks, the more he explains himself – what he wants… It leaves him feeling nervous. There’s an anxious flutter in his chest, an urge to flee the situation except Peter is glued against the wall. “I’m not going to do anything illegal.” His words come out firm despite how he’s feeling and he tries to straighten his back.

Shoulders taught and there’s determination in his eyes. “Simply telling me you need access isn’t going to get any kind of help from me.” Peter takes a step away from the wall, pushes down his nerves and the fleeing sensation. “What is it that you’re after – or need?”

_{“Is everything so black and white for you?” Maybe it was and Ky would have to work through that, but for now, he was going to start small. Something that while he didn’t want to – would more than likely be better than requesting that Peter steal the file for him.}

_{“Legal, Illegal, Right, and even Wrong. It’s all just perceptions.” A pause. “Or, you can think of it as different points of view.” Either way, it didn’t matter to him – not really at least. “As for what I want,” Ky took a few steps forward, “It’s simply a little distraction of sorts. See, I have been tracking down this little piece for years, and to be quite fair? it’s rightfully mine. So, it’s not stealing… just reclaiming.”}

_fryordie:

Whilst he would strongly deny that he wished such to be the case, the lie he tried to sell was hampered by his desperate actions, fingers turned crimson tipped as he scratched and shredded his own flesh in trying to move what remained unmovable when it desired to be a hindrance. “Curb your tongue, vile one! You know not what you speak of!” More desperate mewling tears from the blond’s quivering jaws, fear transmuting into recovered rage as more time passes without further incident witnessed.

Spiralling, the Odinson paid little heed to Ky’s outpouring of honesty, the reversal of roles near enough complete. Mjolnir was gone from his grip, doomed never to return before its destruction whilst, a demon through and through, an enemy he had come to blow with more times than he had fingers to count with was appointed as his immediate successor. None it made sense; not the mallet’s change of heart nor the reason why it would go to Ky of all candidates other than a matter of proximity.

Thumping the side of the hammer with the heel of a hammer in sheer frustration, such venting had the luck of coinciding with Ky’s recollection of the hammer, at which it was sent flying away, allowing the former Thor to roll onto his side, inhaling deep, hurried breathes. Relieved to be freed, he wastes little time in clambering awkwardly onto his feet, icy-cold hues glaring the other’s way as he stands unsteadily. Unable to accept that he no match against the empowered demon so long as that blasted mallet deemed him worthy.

“Clearly that wish has been granted! And look at how you’ve chosen to spend it!” Tone dripping with cynicism, the Odinson slowly stumbles toward’s Ky’s position, one foot dragging behind the other in a display that showed the blond was one of the walking wounded; too stubborn to read the writing on the wall. “You’ve squandered every chance ever put before you, Ky’lar Richardson. This latest…insult…is but a temporary arrangement. You’ll fall and fail again just as you’ve always done, due to your inability to control your own nature.”

_{Ky knew his words would sting in some form or another. The truth of the matter was that no matter what he said… he wouldn’t get through to the former God. It was a change of roles; the demon acting more like the once God and the former God acting more like the demon.}

_{Still, it didn’t stop a grin forming across his lips as the hammer was back firmly in his gasp. It was a testament to what he was now – not Demon, not Human, and not even a God. He didn’t even know what he was these days, but the boost of self-confidence the weapon gave him was enough to push him in the right direction.}

_{Ky’lar felt like he could not just climb mountains, but move them as well. He could bring his family to their knee’s and take what was rightfully his. It would have been so easy to do so, but he didn’t want that position. Nor did he want to fall back into old habits.}

_{Instead, he focused on doing what could to keep himself at peace with himself. He focused on keeping himself centered and moving in a better direction. That way, maybe if he ever lost this hammer – this tool and weapon? Maybe he wouldn’t revert back to the very way’s he saw Thor in now. Though, Ky… he was worse and he knew it.}

_{There was no comment in return for the quip about how he chose to spend his newfound power. Nor, did he think that it would be beneficial to respond to any other insults. After-all, why should someone who was worthy listen to one so unworthy?}

_{A bit of self-ego was coming into play and was only tripled by the unworthy one’s next words. That name – everything was was drowned out as he heard that name that haunted him day and night. That same name the proved that he would always be less than he was now. He’d always be chained to it- like a feral dog on a leash.}

_{Ky wasn’t a dog – not anymore. One day, he’d break those chains; break that name and forge a new one. Something that would just be him – not that stupid idiotic human name. The very name that served to prove just what he was and could never be.}

_{A reason to why a low growl escaped his lips as his eyes narrowed. Thor was wounded; it would serve no purpose to simply fight him like this, but this wasn’t a fight. It was a simply going to be a warning; one that would hopefully serve a true purpose.}

_{“don’t,” he sucked in a deep breath as he let the hammer almost fall from his grasp, but the grip was kept on it, “use,” he pulled his hand back, “that,” he then threw it right at the former God’s chest, “name!”
it wasn’t meant to hurt the former God badly, but instead, it was meant to keep the other on the ground. That way, Ky could give a verbal battering with-out any true risk to himself.}

baptizedtears:

“ _{the mere idea of you believing you’re clever enough to outwit me is amusing, don’t you agree?} ” _{blade quickly meets the throat of her enemy without slicing through just yet. the lady loves a good hunt and tailing down this demon was surely one of the many adventures she strode on without faltering far behind. thousands of years in experience blessed her well, mind and spirit,}“ _{a name would be nice.} ”

_{@hellfirebound | x.}

_{oh, he was smart, but all the same, mistakes were made, and while he thought he was ahead? the reality was he was already a step behind. typical in all reality – ky always knew his ego would get him in trouble and this was just one of those times.
“what is more amusing is you being able to keep up with me,” he said, as he lifted his neck slightly – a grin following suit. this would be fun, but only if he played his cards right. if he didn’t? well, things wouldn’t go over well… least of all for him. “an’ it’s ky’lar.” a pause, “the son of blackheart.”}