Tag: v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 )
there were quite a few ways he could have answered the question. in-fact, he could have simply told the truth, but he doubted that it would have been taken at a face value. a reason to why he decided to start out small, and then work his way from there.
“i don’t want a fight.” a lie, ky had a good feeling he could come out on top if a fight called for it, but he didn’t think it was necessary. not when he could avoid it by simply playing along for the time being.
“i simply like it here.” it wasn’t exactly the truth, but not a lie either. not fully at least. “among other things… i don’t feel like going back home anytime soon.”
The stranger’s triumphs over all pretenders has no effect. Logan was poised to scrapping, regardless if victory was assured or not. If he went down, he’d rise again, hours, days or even months later. Even hell couldn’t keep him contained, and he made the devil well aware of that fact.
“Gonna do much more’n try, boy!” Throwing his arms sideways, fingers grasping at invisible levers fastened to fists as his claws were unsheathed, long blades of bone cast in unbreakable adamantium and tapered to deadly points that emerged with an audible snikt.
The second they emerge, Logan was on the move, taking a few quick steps forward to build speed as he then lunged at Ky, claws first. Unless agility was on his side, the stranger would end up skewered.
now, this was interesting; someone with metal claws. he’d managed to read a few things here and there, but nothing that really stuck his attention. after-all, ky didn’t care for most things these days – not when he could end up stuck in his father’s realm for what could feel like an eternity for a simple indiscretion.
however, for the moment, ky didn’t have time to think over multiple options for this little spat. no, he chose to do what came naturally, and that wasn’t moving out of the way; no, that was standing right where he was as he shifted.
ky’lar was going to meet logan with spikes and all. that way, he wouldn’t just have an even playing filed, but rather, he’d have – in his mind – an assured advantage over the other. after-all, if logan wanted a fight? he would give it…by tapping into the one part of himself he was trying to desperately to control, but neglected to even try at this moment in time.
Natasha swung her leg over the bike, frowning. Perhaps she’d lost her tail but she couldn’t be sure. So she merged onto the highway and made an illegal U-turn. Someone in a larger vehicle probably wouldn’t be able to follow and she could ditch the bike back in town. But why were they following her anyway? She decided to play it safe and ditched her bike a mile away from the exit in the woods she could make it the rest of the way on foot.
The moment Ky’lar appeared she shook her head, “Oh no, hell no. I do not have any interest in your kind of bullshit.”
“and here i thought you’d be happy to see me.” honestly, it was just an assumption on his part, but all the same, he was at least attempting to be decent. well, as best as he could be at any-rate. “or is this the point i sigh, walk away, and track you down when you’re in the middle of doing something important?” well, more important than what she was doing right now.
“it’s only stealing if someone misses it or you get caught,” he said, matter a factly. “so, the moral of the story is simple; i’m not going to get caught.”
she was leaving school a little late, forced to stay behind for detention since she cut school like five times last week. most students were gone and the area was empty save for her. so, jess took her time moving along the sidewalk with her headphones in. there was no danger in the area so why should jessica even bother being on guard?
it had been years since he’d ever been near a school; he thought once about taking a few college courses, but that meant having a permanent address, and sticking around for several months. still, this was the longest time he’d ever stayed in one general location, and he was more or less exploring. not to mention it had been years since he’d been near a high school, but then again… he barely even remembered his four years that ended with him killing his best friend.
“you know,” he said, taking a stride a few feet beside, but also behind her. “isn’t a little late to leave this place? i was only held after when i started a fight or didn’t turn in my shit.”
there was a reason for everything he did these days; proving he was worth more than he was before was a hard road. even more so when he had to learn restraint the had way – he lost it at times, but the rewards were exactly what he wanted. no, they were far more than that. to be considered more worthy than a god – to be able to lift a hammer that few had ever held. it was oddly fitting in it’s own way, but even ky knew it wouldn’t last. a hammer was only a tool; it could be used to build or destroy. if he was being honest with himself, he was using it to build himself up, and obtain confidence in his abilities ( as well as himself ). still, the moment he got his point across… he would most certainly give it back to it’s rightful owner. the one who truly deserved to have the hammer; not some half-breed with anger management issues such as himself.
“am i now?” a smirk spread across his lips shortly his shirt was grabbed. thor didn’t scare him; not like this. in his mind, he wasn’t just worthy; he was changed. the hammer was a tool, yes, but it was also a symbol. one that would show his worth. his worth that would be tested in this moment; fighting the hammer’s former owner. it would be a test of his restraint and his true worthiness. if he wanted to keep the hammer, he had to do this not just carefully, but skill fully as well,
being thrown to the ground simply made him laugh; even more so since there was no doubt in his mind what could come next. he would be shown just how far the other had fallen. oh, it was rich – to see the god fall so far and yet… he didn’t have time to process it properly. not as he moved both of his arms up to protect his face. not that it would do much – especially since he didn’t have enough time to properly go through the action. no, ky would have to suffer through the beating until he found either the courage to call forth the hammer or tap into his more demonic abilities and change forms.
either way, it wasn’t going to be an easy decision, and it was due to the fact he had to chose what he truly wanted. it wasn’t just about being beaten ( possibly to death ), by thor. It was whether or not he wanted to tap into his demonic side or call upon the hammer. and as he was beaten by the unworthy god he wasn’t sure what he wanted… not yet. he wasn’t sure if he wanted to shed the title of being the son of blackheart or not. he wasn’t sure what he should do.
The putrid stench of his own burned flesh clogs his nostrils, but it doesn’t force him to look away. His gaze is locked on a target, and won’t be shifting without his permission, relying on the glare he pins Ky with in addition to the hunched stance he takes to communicate what severed vocal cords can’t until the regenerative process restores them. The runt was engaged by the half-breed’s quick thinking, though he only had himself to blame; a trap had been set and Logan had been caught by it, receiving a blast of heat and bathe in fire for his troubles.
it was far more than simply a trap; it was a plan laid out specifically for the one who triggered it. so easy it had been to say the right words, at the right time, and obviously in the right manner. anything less would have derailed his plan to turn the wolverine crispy. still, this little spat wasn’t over yet; not until the other learned their place… or ky could no longer find himself in a winning position. “you look better this way,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm, and yet there was a touch of seriousness in it as well. “much better.” his lips pursed for a few moments. “i wonder how good you’ll look in my grandfather’s realm – like this until the end of days.”
THE WOUNDS ON HIS FACE drip crimson liquid . arm comes to swipe the blood away . ross is concerned at the amount that coats his shirt . still , the ordeal seems to be far from over .
FAR FROM OVER WAS ONLY one way of putting it. arms folding behind his back as he examined his work. if he was in a better mood, he may have stopped himself long before it got this far, but he wasn’t. in-fact, all he wanted to do was get answers; if that didn’t work? he could just leave the guy here… bleeding out. maybe someone would find him? if they didn’t… touch. “ now, are you ready to do as i ASK ?”
“My brother tells me you are in
search of a relic.”
It wasn’t every day that
Thor brought him someone who was looking for something they had within the
vault. It wasn’t every day that someone was brought to him period, so he had agreed to meet with this stranger. It was a nice
reprieve from watching the trainees trip each other up and make complete idiots
of themselves. While his brother warned him not to trust the man, Loki thought
that he should decide for himself. Even now, he could sense that there was
something different in the other. A darker aura, certainly, but there were many races in the multiverse that had
similar auras.
Well. It was a mystery that
would solve itself in time.
“And what would you expect this
relic to do?”
“think of it more as a means to an end.”
he already was on uneasy footing with everyone here. his arrival had been… difficult at best. most of his connections had been extinguished just to arrive here and it would take decades to regain what he had previously. that was if such a thing was possible, but there was always a slight amount of hope. even if it was just a very small possibility of such a thing happening.
still, he was at least playing ‘nice’ here, and that meant he couldn’t pull his usual betrayal at the first possible moment. no, he would wait till the third… or maybe the forth possible moment to do so. that way, he could build some what of a general feeling of trust, and any uneasiness could fade away – making his actions far worse than they would have been before. even more so if they were… unexpected.
“among other things,” he said, hands sliding into his pockets. “it should take care of a problem; if not permanently… at least for thousand years or so.” maybe a bit longer if he was lucky, but even getting his father out of his hair for a short amount of time would suffice. “killing them would be the best course of action, but if not? i’m open to… other options as well.”
Hellfirebound 