“ In that case I’ll be sure to pack you off somewhere TOASTY.” After all, there’s little satisfaction to be gained in enacting such threats unless the optimal discomfort is achieved. It’s a pleasing thought but regrettably ( and yet, thankfully ) the PEST relents. A single brow raises passively at his declaration; what is he expecting? Sympathy? Help? A confidant? The Sanctum’s guardian is rather skeptical that he’s the man for the job.“ Well maybe you’d have LESS if you stopped threatening to break people’s toys. No one likes a bully.”
“no one likes a n y o n e or anything. not truly; humans might be able to RELATE in some level to one another, but take away their filters, and they become even WORSE than MY kind.” on most days at least. though, talking about humanity WASN’T the reason to why he was here, but since he was at it? might as well take the proverbial door that was OPENED. “you send me someplace TOASTY and someone will get ANGRY – so, to save us ALL the bloody trouble? you stop RUINING my little bit of FUN!”
he didn’t do his little rescue out of kindness. nor did he do it out of a simple amount of willingness to help. no, ky wanted to make his presence known, long before they could even be considered enemies, and this was the only way. sure, he saved him, but that could quickly change… if he felt like it at least.
“to talk,” he said, leaning against one of the walls in the dirty, cash only hotel room. it wasn’t where he wanted to be in; not clean enough for his liking, but it would suffice – especially for the moment. “among other things.”
“so,” his arms folded across his chest, “do you have a name?” a pause, “a real name – not just spider-man?”
truth be told, ky was expecting more of a response from steve. a reason to why the lack of it was… unsettling for him. not due to the point he didn’t get what he wanted, but it was since he got… around zero reaction at all. where was the fun in getting under his skin if he nothing out of it? “did that patriotism wear off or is this just an off day for you?”
“you never like anybody, that’s nothing new.” it doesn’t really bother her because neither did she most days. her tolerance waxes and wanes yet he doesn’t have much of that, no matter who or what it’s regarding. “so what put you in a mood? it’s not like you’re the most charming person but you’re not usually this grumpy either.”
“who do you think?” he didn’t even need to say the name – his father had been hanging around enough. so, that was one of the primary reasons he was upset, but the rest? well, he was just having a bad day, and usually that meant far more than just an ounce of slaughter.
he looks so smug as his eyes get to her, but it brings out no EMBARRASSMENT, only annoyance. she would love to take him by the back of his neck like a dumb kitten and body slam mercilessly like a demon only could. ❛ look at you. can’t even say ‘daddy issues’ in the same breath. ❜ a brow up, head tilts. now she’s the one wearing a smile, although it’s a little pitiful. ❛ what’s your name again——kebab ? doesn’t matter. you may go on your merry way, or i can barbecue your head and serve with with a side of some french fries. ❜ in her hell it would be a most wanted delicacy and consequences be damned, she’s quite tempted to do just that.
she pauses, gaze turning towards their audience — she has lost her inspiration to play with her food, thus she grabs the bible turned to her in one of the human’s hands and gives a good beating with it ( ha ! she’s always been a fan of tasteful irony ) before throwing the book away. ❛ so ? what it’s going to be, daddy’s boy ? ❜
❛ oh, i just came for the show. ❜ among other things, but if she didn’t want him here? too damn bad – he wasn’t in the mood to deal with leaving. well, not for the moment at least, and he wanted to honestly have some amusement.
so, if that meant possibly steeping on her toes? so be it. ❛ please, do go on. ❜ it was his own way of saying he wasn’t leaving. at least anytime soon as he moved to grab a drink off of a table. ❛ i’d love to see you in action; unless, you have a problem with me being around. ❜ he took a drink. ❛ if so? tough luck. ❜
Jemma screamed when she heard the voice, immediately dropping the device and pulling out her gun. She looked over to where she heard the voice, “How poetic,” she finally mumbled.
She took in his appearance and could not say he looked familiar but since the reason she’d been sent was because of a strange energy source, she felt he may have the answers.
“I don’t think I could go through with it, hes my superior officer,” she explained with a shrug. “Who are you now?”
“well, there is a first time for everything.” more or less, but mistakes could be repeated. even so, he simply gave a light shrug as he leaned his head back against the wall just a bit more – all for the aesthetic.
“as for who i am? well, that’s debatable.“ even more so these days. “though, i never have been one for labels… i think the term of unstable comes to mind. at least on most days, but i’ve been wrong before.”
“LET’S NOT GET CARRIED AWAY.” It’s beginning to dawn on Yondu that he’s mess with the wrong guy. “Don’t shoot th’ messenger, an’ all tha’.” Does that apply here ? He hopes so. It’s not like he decided on a WHIM to steal anything —- he’d been hired for it, and really, can he be blamed for simply doing his job ?
“SHOOT YOU?” he couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at the very notion of it. “no, if i wanted to do that, i’d have done it already.” actually he’d have attempted to rip the other in two. more or less. “and we WOULDN’T be having this truly DELIGHTFULconversation.” though, it was still possible they would be in the same position; just a slight different set of circumstances. “you can be sure about THAT.”
THE PAIN IN HIS CHEST grows worse . hands curl and uncurl into fists as he looks at the words streaming across the screen . not the way he wanted the news to be solidified ; that his best friend and king is dead . the agent sucks in a breath and bows his head . he is regent now . he is responsible for wakanda . while ross knows he can handle the responsibility , he can’t believe the news . he can’t process it . he looks over to the man on his left , still unsure of what to do or make of him . they may not be friends or allies , but they fought well together .
“ AND SO ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST. ” he reveled in the IRONY of his words; so many had died. so many had fought. so many lost everything . for what? he didn’t even know – this wasn’t his war. this wasn’t his fight and this wasn’t his world. he could leave and turn a blind eye to the workings of this world – of all the realms – and he would be alright with it. “ —- time to let the LESSER one’s clean up the mess. i’m DONE here. ”
gloved hands turn pages in a worn book peacefully, “i’m sure you’re about to tell me why you’re here without prompt. but the polite thing to do would at least wait for me to ask.”
a pause.
“may i help you? Ky’lar Richardson – Son of Blackheart, Prince of Hell.”
“the polite thing would have been for me to knock.” more or less. though, that would have meant more motivation on his part, and he wasn’t in the mood to give anyone that sort of effort. not at the moment at least.
“—- it depends.” on several factors, but for now, he would play his own games, and go from there. “would you if i asked?”
“to be quite fair? i don’t think there is a law that says i can’t sit on them.” even if there was, he would still do so – just to annoy the other. “so,” he said, head leaning back for a few moments. “anything else you want me to annoy me with?”
Hellfirebound 