“Help you with sumthin’, bub?” For the last while, Logan had been keeping a close eye on the man as he milled about the park. There was a stench about him that clawed at his nostrils , causing gruff features to frown disapprovingly. “’Cuz I think you should be movin’ on, now.”
“oh, i’m sure you could help me with something.” ky could think of a great many things that the man could help him with. though, about over 90% of them were highly illegal, and even more were fatal. “ though, I could leave – should leave actually, but what is the term people use these days?” he couldn’t help, but flash a grin towards the man. “not a chance.”
“if i had any other choice i would have left you back there,” perhaps this wasn’t the BEST time to be honest, but instead avia looked up at him with a set smile on her face.
“would have, could have, but here we are.” not that it mattered to him – ky could take care of himself. it didn’t matter who who decided to help. especially when they didn’t trust them.
she SHOUTS as her arms hold up the structure above her ; knows full well that her arms can only hold so much. they shake below her ; the situation had already gotten out of hand and she had NO choice but to make a split second decision: to run and free herself, or to stay back and ensure that the other got out safe. whatever bomb had gone off in the building was barely keeping it up, and the inhuman had already been shot in the leg, making running impossible. “ go – i’ll hold it up until you’re gone. please. “
he shouldn’t have gotten attached – not now, not ever. while daisy wasn’t important, there was still some sort of connection there, and a slight trace of sentiment. maybe he was growing soft the more time he spent around others. maybe he was losing his touch. still, he wasn’t going to think of that – not now. not when she was willing to risk her life for him.
he wasn’t worth that much. not years ago, not in the future, and especially not now. she was someone who could do good and it was why he chose to not leave as she wanted him to. instead, he stayed exactly where he was. “i’m not leaving with out you.” he could – he could have left and never turned back, but he was choosing the higher road this time… even if it would hurt in the end.
“Why do you look like you’re up to no good?” Of course, that begged the question of if a demon could ever really be good, but philosophical debates weren’t really Sif’s thing. Still, she could use some entertainment, and being around Ky’lar was never boring.
“has anyone ever told you that you’ve a knack to point out the obvious? it really can be quite annoying at times.” truth be told, the moment he wasn’t actively up to no good was usually the moment he was planning something. something big – a reason to why he usually caused slight bits of chaos here and there… even if nothing real would come of it.
“i’m ready to die if i need to / countin’ that PRICE, run directly to the fight.” / l.c, @hellfirebound, rebel renegade
“no one’s really ready to die. it may feel like it – that’s life, but when you get to that moment? usually someone or something pulls you back.” or, rather, that is what usually happened to him.
At every turn, he had tried to give the demon benefit of the doubt, invent excuses however imaginative to explain away his increasingly concerning actions as any merciful god would. Unfortunately, such reserves of consideration were found to have previously undiscovered limits, whittled down to nothing by a last, damming act; treating the lives of innocents as if they were a commodity to be expended.
“I understand,” he said, tone both flat and alarmingly neutral, no hint of warmth present nor the icy wrath of someone discovering they had been betrayed. He was Thor of the Thunders, a child of Asgard and of the soil of Midgard. And today, Ky’lar had disappointed him.
“I guess I was mistaken, Ky’lar. You have proven yourself to be born of the devil’s seed than treat your fellow mortals with respect and kindness, and in doing so you have damned yourself to thread upon a path I can no longer support or condone.”
“i never asked you to condone any of this!” nor did he actually ask to be alive, but here he was. living an existence that was difficult at best and agonizing at worst. if it was ky’s choice, maybe he wouldn’t have been stuck in-between humanity, and his more demonic half. maybe he would have been whole one way or another.
“what i was born of has no place here, thor! you talk all high and mighty about kindness, respect, and singing songs around a fucking campfire. sadly enough, it’s not for me!” by this point in time he was fuming and it was quite clear that his anger was starting to take hold of him.
“you say you understand? how can you – your life never has changed in a whole day. you don’t have the fucking fear of getting too close since your father or grandfather will destroy them.” his hands formed into tight fists. “you don’t have all of fucking hell keeping their eyes on you nor do you have abilities you couldn’t even hope to understand.”
“you want to know what i am, thor? i am damned. damned to be stuck in-between to different things and the only way to state that urge is to relieve it anyway i can.”
A landing a hit, Thor stays were he was, a voluntary punching bag for Ky to let loose his anger upon. Perhaps with its release, that venting of dark furies that could take hold of human and god alike, the male might return to a reasonable state, far less likely to jump at those who had the misfortune of using his full, mortal name.
Because of his decision to stay put, the blond felt his hand being snatched at but refused to budge, heels forming earthy troughs when the damp ground betrayed his firm footing. Rather than land another attack, he blinked whilst his head titled to the side, wondering what was he intending to gain from this snatch of limb.
No matter, he wasn’t going to wait to find out. Letting his left eye glow with bright white light, he channels electricity into the seized limb, delivering several jolts to Ky in a bid to stop their fight for now.
ky’lar wasn’t above using more of his… fatal abilities if it meant proving a point to someone. still, the use of his name – his full name, rather – sent him into a spiral of rage that even he couldn’t control.
a reason to why he wasn’t caring about what could go wrong. no, he was just focusing on what could possibly happen if he held on long enough. while his abilities were…volatile at best and sporadic at the worst…there was part of him that knew how much damage he could inflict if he got the timing right.
sadly enough, this was one of the few days his abilities ( from his father’s side ) were not entirely active. or it was quite possible he didn’t have enough time to properly activate them. in truth, not even ky understood half of what he could do, but all the same… that didn’t stop him from using them.
still, a moment later – not even enough time to squeeze the other’s flesh-, and he let out a massive scream. it was all he could do as he fell to his knees. the pain was unbearable, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. not when it felt like his entire body was being put through the blender.
suffice to say, ky was on the losing end of this fight, and there was no doubt that it had been stopped for now.
“i doubt anyone would hear good things about me either.” then again, it all depended on his mood. if he wanted to, there was no doubt he could make a positive impact on things, but that meant restraint – the one thing he wasn’t entirely good at. a reason to why he chose to do what whatever pleased him. though, there were times like these he knew attempting to prove he was different ( even if the truth was the contrary ). “my family just isn’t the likable type.” or the most trustworthy if he was being completely honest.
Comfortable with the thought of successfully detaining someone who he had deemed to be a threat to mortals, it took some convincing, but eventually the pieces fell into place. Getting the avengers to coordinating their efforts like the well oiled unit that they were to galvanise Ky’s capture was but a happy coincidence; he’d have still captured the demon one way or another, though at the cost of significantly more property damage.
“You may call it such if you wish, but I still stand by my actions.” Almost able to perceive the extreme fury that radiated from Ky at present like heat, he was immune to its effects, as well as the baneful words that followed. Such mannerisms were comparable to a child denied its greatest wishes, and even though the tantrum that had taken place led to a grave loss of life, it did little to shake his perception of the demonspawn.
“True, but do not use that as an excuse to hinder its significance.” It did, after all, serve as an important reminder; that the Avengers would rise to greet Ky’lar and his schemes, with Thor himself leading the charge.
“You were bested by superior foes, your plans stopped before further destruction was caused. I urge that you dwell on that thought for a while.”
“ taken down by your sorry little group of… what was the name? ” the question was posed as his arms crossed firmly behind his back. “ avengers was it? ” a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments, “ see, if i was fighting you, and you alone… you’d be the one stuck inside this cell. “
it was a bluff, not even ky knew what would have happened between the both of them, but it had been close between himself, and the avengers. well, so he thought at least. if he had more time, things would have gone better – still, he was in here, and the prime target of his frustrations was right before him.
“so, if we were to fight right now, i would make sure you stayed inside this cell for the rest of your days… or worse.” he could get his grandfather involved. it would be a bold move – one that he doubted he could come back from, but it would be worth it. especially if it meant putting thor in his place.
“do make sure you’re making the right choice, son of odin.”
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