v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 ) – Page 67

_{“don’t mistake my composure for tolerance, thor.” there was already enough blood on his hands today and he didn’t need anymore; his abilities were going hey-wire. he couldn’t even stop myself from killing a kid who just wanted to get away. all ky was capable of right now was holding himself back, but even that wouldn’t last too long. “i’m giving you one chance to go.”}

_{// @fryordie}

_{untamedtempest:}

“An uninhibited reckless use of my powers…”

Someone who could singlehandedly snap a tsunami in two shouldn’t forget that same power might summon lightning in a fit of anger and strike any unfortunate passerby, or mistakenly usher in the next ice age. Control and care were things the mutant had been mindful of since her weather manipulation abilities first manifested as a teenager but time hadn’t made the constant vigilance any less draining. For her genuine misbehaving happened during those rare indulgent moments when she’d cut loose bending the heavens to her every whim.

“And since that can easily lead to countless charges of manslaughter I suppose our definitions are not far off.”

_{“well, my own abilities could be called… many things.”}

_{reckless, volatile, and fatal were just the terms that were usually used. not to mention that he didn’t know the true extent of his powers. well, he knew somewhat of what was possible, but not enough to know how far it went. nor did he have the opportunity to actually test his theories in the way that he needed to.}

_{“murder just seems to be one of the few things i do best.”}

_{it doesn’t sound like he’s asking at all, nicely or otherwise. sounds more like a demand and he has no right to do that when he’s not the one she takes orders from. this is why she works best alone. “your definition of ‘nice’ needs some work.” whatever he thought it was, he was clearly mistaken in that area.}

_{“yeah, well, i don’t think it matters.” not to him and most certainly not now. then again, he had over half a mind to just walk out right there. forget everything, find a nice hotel room, and make sure it was close to freezing. at least then he didn’t have to deal with anyone. “not here.”}

_{even if he’s right, it doesn’t change anything. she can’t look at the world with such a cynical perspective and still do her job effectively. terragenesis gave her a gift and she promised herself that she would do something good with it. she’d make a difference. or at least that had been her ambition when she was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. now that she isn’t anymore, she doesn’t have a primary objective. “I don’t believe that. there’s always good people out there, always. its the ones like you that try to stifle their voices and I’m not letting you do it to me.” he can’t corrupt her because her faith was unshakable. if there was no hope left for humanity than they were lost and she can’t accept that.}

_{“i highly doubt that.” he wasn’t trying to cover up anyone’s voice. no, he was simply laying out the facts of the matter towards her. if that meant saying harsh facts? so be it, he could deal with that when the time came. “people are never truly good. i know that as fact.” or that was just what he thought at least. “believe what you want, but every human is a potential killer.”}

vvallcravvl:

❝ did you just set that thing on fire? ❞
he’s more excited than frightened, as per usual. it’s never been weird for peter to geek out when someone does something cool. sometimes he still can’t believe he has powers himself.
❝ bro, that’s INCREDIBLE! ❞

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_{❝ does it really matter? ❞}

_{setting things on fire was easy; a slight spark could bring down whole buildings. the only problem was making sure the spark lead to a fire and that took precision of sorts.}

_{❝ it’s all in a day’s work. ❞}

_selfexiling:

      and here she was almost hoping he’d agree with her words prior. instead she’s given a vague response; one that causes her brow to rise curiously. —– but another bite is taken before she could pry. better not get too comfortable with one she plans on selling for booze money.

      there’s a second apple nearby and she considers slicing this one to at least feed the poor guy. ( it may very well be his LAST meal before facing up against the MIGHTY Hulk soon. ) and so she reaches for it, doing just that. —– the only bit of kindness he’ll get from her before being thrown to the wolves. as she begins slicing the fruit, eyes flicker back to him over his question.

      ❝ for your protection, ❞ she offers with a hint of a smirk. ❝ even if you don’t try to escape, you might try something stupid. I’d hate to have to hurt you before your big match. —– which I’m betting against you, so make me proud. ❞

      she stands from where she’s been sitting, crosses on over and holds out an apple slice to his lips. ❝ now open up; you’ll need the energy. ❞

_{of course it was for her protection; if he was left to his own devices, maybe he would have had an upper hand. still, his outbursts were always violent – very violent if he was being honest with himself. a reason to why he couldn’t blame her – not really at any rate – for the precautions that were being taken.}

_{❝ i don’t need to eat. ❞ a simple truth as while he would have enjoyed the slight amount of food… he really didn’t require it. it would have helped give him energy, but beyond that? no, it didn’t help sustain him much.}

_{❝ i have to ask though, who am i fighting? ❞ while he thought he could handle himself in most circumstances… knowing at least slightly about who he was meant to fight would be helpful. even more so since it seemed there was no way out of this situation he found himself in.}

_{broughthelltoearth:}

“A demon after my own heart, truly.” An echo of laughter, a choice made with hesitation of course, but a fair enough choice all the same. Ky’lar was a demon sure, one of fair standing as well, but still Blackheart rooted around and gazed into the mind of the other. He knew the answers to these questions were he to ask them of himself, and if he were to dig around further inside the ‘boy’s’ mind, then surely he’d know his answers as well. But still he asks.

“What would you do for the status you seek, Ky’lar?” Blackheart knew what he’d do, what he’d done, and how he’d continue to pursue. He knew that in time he would be his father’s assassin and in truth so did his father. A mocking form of paternal guidance, where he intentionally tried to train the maker of his own demise by repeatedly humiliatingly defeating him.

_{“Take a guess.” Oh, there were many deplorable things he would do to obtain what he wanted. All he needed was the right push and the right time. He would do them – there was no doubt about that, but he preferred to stay on the sidelines until the time was right.}

_{That way, he wouldn’t bring far too much attention to himself, and he could keep building up what he needed. Though, the point of it was that he was far less powerful than he believed – especially when he came across some of the more heavy hitters. The only reason he survived this long was due to the fact he was able to outwit others… if just barely. “If it takes me closer to my goal… i’ll do it.”}

_{lesserthanman:}

Teeth bind together in a vicious showing of fanged ivories, a noise, comparable to that of a hostile growl ripping forth from the runt’s throat when talk spoke of wasting life.True, his own hands were far from clean; hundreds if not thousands of lives lost because of his actions, reprogrammed and brainwashed enough times to make any sane person pale at the thought.

Maybe that’s why he was given to the savageness that lurked within his core, showing in moments like this to remind the world that he was merely a beast trying to act like a man.

“Damn bastard! I’ve half a mind to gut ya like a trout and end it already! Not all’a smells human– an’ not much gets past this nose. S’how I know you ain’t nothin’ but a bad seed, needin’ to be dealt with.”

_{at the growl, a step back was taken, but not out of fear. instead, it was an instinct reaction – one that he had no control over. true, he wasn’t human – not even by a long shot. that little term didn’t pertain to him anymore, but he still never could never break some of the more… ingrained instincts.}

_{“many have tried,” a simply put comment, “and many more have failed.” it was the truth, but not exactly all of it. sometimes, the demon just took on what he couldn’t handle, and was forced to admit defeat.}

_{though, he doubted this would be one of those times – especially since he wasn’t going to let pesky rules get in the way of this little bit of amusement. “so, i welcome you to try.”}

Oh he was willing to do more than that, if not for the offence of leaving when requested then for that defiant mouth of his.What stroke of luck did he have to always come across the chatty ones?
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there waitin’ to stop ya at every chance.” He had little use for his free time, anyway, having been counted amongst the dead for so long only to return with a fancy stone stowed away in his back pocket. “What’s it goin’ to be, bub? It’s your choice t’ make.”

_{“well, if it’s up to me? i think… endangering the lives of everyone in a twelve block radius seems to work out fine for me.” it was ky’s way of saying the fight was worth it for the moment. not to mention he rarely got choices these days – at least one’s that he could truly say were his own.}

_{“i mean, with any luck, a few people might live, but do you really want to risk all those lives for a little disagreement? i mean, i shouldn’t smell that bad… i haven’t even been back to my grandfather’s realm in months.”}

_{lesserthanman:}

No stranger to grappling in the muck and grime in the name of seedy business, his nose twitches over hearing that remark, the shadow of a frown hooking at the corners of his mouth for a moment, but it stays set in a thin line. “S’fair. At least ya can’t say I didn’t ask nicely.”
Abandoning pleasantries, the hirsute mutant swelled in size, diminutive stature made up for in the fierce intent that he began to evince. “Nothin’ ‘bout ya gives me any reason to trust you, so if you don’t plan on taking yer leave when asked, I guess it’s left up t’ me to throw yer ass to the curb.”

_{“you could try,” he said, arms crossing over his chest. “i mean, it is possible you could get far – might even work.” of course, that wasn’t to say that it would last. ky loved a good game, but he rarely played one for long – especially since he got bored quite easily.}

_{“then, i’d come back, “ his tone darkened, “kick your ass, and then maybe we’d call it a day.” though, the more likely factor was if he got the point of fighting he’d lose control, and then things would get to be very interesting.}