Tag: v;; yesterday’s world was soon undone ( 616 )
🕸 ❝ now THAT I CAN DO . . it looks to be a small thing so hopefully its not super big explosion kinda deal. but i can work with that. good luck on . . disarming the bomb, man, i’ll get people outta the area. ❞ he murmured, giving him a slight glance before swinging away from their position to corral people out of the immediate vicinity.
if it was UP TO HIM, he’d not be anywhere near here; he wasn’t a hero. he wasn’t anything close to that little title. and yet here he was – trying to save people due to the fact he FOUND himself in the situation. either way, he gave a slight two-fingered salute in their direction as they left.
it WOULDN’T take him long to do what was needed; several options were at play here. disarming the bomb, letting it go off, throwing it into the ocean, or down a back alley. there were MORE options than just those, but with time being LIMITED, he chose the DISARMING option due to the fact that it would take MORE time to do either other option at the current time.
❝ alright, ❞ he said, taking a glance at the wires, and then he rubbed his temples with his left hand. ❝ let’s see if this works. ❞ time wasn’t something he had on his side so… he decided to just yank all the wires out at once. if he was lucky, maybe he wouldn’t end up destroying everything around him, but at the same time? well, it wasn’t like he had any other choice… besides just throwing it into a river or something like that.
“I could help with that you know. Murder is my speciality.”
“I don’t want him to be murdered. I want him to be put into parenting classes, and rehab, and jail, and give a medicine that makes people nicer, and for him to apologize to Harry.”
“You want him to be a whole other person then.” Ky could relate on some level considering his own ‘father’ situation. “I could… beat him up then. Maybe even break a few bones – if you’re interested in something like that.”
❛ oh, yeah. BEST BUDDIES. ❜ the sarcasm drips from his words, and yet
his eyes remained narrowed into slits. it does not go unnoticed that the man had
not answered his question of how he knew his name. still, despite the alarm
bells grant’s suspicions should have alerted in his system, curiously enough,
he’s still there. he’s still sitting across the stranger, not even knowing the
man’s name, and still humoring this ridiculous idea of a supervillain team.
to be honest, the
idea doesn’t sound too absurd, if he only thought about it for real. after all,
SHIELD had sold him back to his brother, and even after he’d tried to give them
treats ——— in the form of hydra agents he leaves on their doorstep
——— SHIELD still left him bleeding out on the floor of that collapsing
building in puerto rico. time and again, he has asked for a second chance, a
second chance that coulson had been very generous to give other people ( akela amador ; even mike peterson, and mike’s
was three chances ) but could never give him. still, he’s the
bad guy, he’s the villain of their story.
quite frankly, he’s
getting tired of trying to prove them wrong.
❛ don’t think i
don’t notice you’re not telling me how you know me. and that you’re not telling
me your name either, but whatever. i’m
past the point of caring at this point. so, tell me instead, what have you got with
this plan of yours ?? who do you have on board so far, and what are
you planning to do once you’ve got your super villain group ?? ❜
a light chuckle escaped his lips as ward finished speaking. ky had to admit that he liked him; so many questions and getting to the finer points of the conversation without having to muddle through small talk. in some ways, he could say it was commendable, but in others? well, it was directly the opposite of sorts.
❛ everything will be known in time. ❜ admitting patience was needed was one thing, but blandly admitting the obvious was another entirely. while it was rare when both were needed at the same time, ky knew how to take things in strides. even if that was the last thing he needed to do entirely.
❛ you could say i’m a friend, but if we’re going to be spending time together…❜ he trailed off for several moments. saying who he was – the entirety – of it wasn’t needed. however, there was no shame in admitting his name was there? no, he didn’t think there was. not truly.
❛ it’s ky’lar. you should know that at least. ❜ well, it wasn’t everything ward needed to know, but he’d get around to it in time. all he had to do was build up to it and maybe one day he’d let ward know everything. for now? well he was just going to start with the basics. ❛ and among other things, i believe this little… group of mine has some potential. ❜ it may not have been a established plan of sorts, but he’d make one eventually; what was better on day’s that ended with the letter ‘y’ than murder? nothing in his mind.
❛ the type that may -if properly motivated- could take on just about anyone. ❜ he left out the part about funding, his family money, and how getting other’s to join would prove to be quiet challenging. no, he’d try to sell himself as best as possible. then he’d go from there. it was the only thing he could do in this situation.
well, besides bribing them with assurances and bags of cash.
❛ all my little… team lacks so far is you. ❜ was it a stretch? maybe it was to admit something that bold this soon. or maybe it wasn’t – either way, he wasn’t about to correct himself. not now. not when all he needed was another man or… rather anyone to help – no assist with his plans. besides… a team wasn’t a team if it only had one person. no, it would take more – many more -, but two would do. for now. if he even got that far.
❛ and how could you be sure that it’ll be worthwhile?? ❜ but the curiosity soon leaves him the moment his name falls from the other man’s lips ——— the man he has never met before. eyes narrow, suspicion swimming in the orange specks of his brown orbs in place of curiosity. ❛ how do you know my name ?? ❜ he has to wrack his memory for any recollection, an introduction from years before that he might have forgotten about. maybe a welcome wagon from his shield days ?? a welcome wagon for powered individuals to be enrolled on the index. if that’s the case, and he cannot recall anything, he’s already at a disadvantage. the man knows him, but he knows nothing of him.
those were the two important questions weren’t they? not just the reasons to why, but also how he knew of Ward. suffice to say, a welcome wagon was one way of putting it; not the best, but most certainly not the worst. ky had his sources; a name was just a name, but knowing some about Ward was key to his plans. It wasn’t much, but anything was far better than nothing when it came to information these days.
❛ so many questions; here i thought were already great friends. ❜ there was enough sarcasm in his tone to tell he wasn’t serious, but on some level… ky thought they were going to be great. maybe not right now or anytime soon, but one day it was or could be quite possible.
❛ it will be… enough to make sure we’re feared; maybe enough to take on a few teams, but i doubt we’ll get that far with-out some ground rules. ❜ or knowing how to actually work together, but all would come in good time (or so he hoped). ❛ i wouldn’t want anyone going in… and then fighting amongst themselves at a vital moment, would you?❜
however, the key point for how he knew ward still wasn’t touched upon. in-fact, he didn’t even see it as necessary for the time being. ❛ besides… we’ll have great outfits. ❜
❛ that or i’m just making sure your super villain team is worth my time. ❜
a slight smirk spread across his lips for a few moments. as much as ky wanted to say it would be? he wasn’t going to do down that route – no, he was going to try something a bit more… risky. ❛ well, i can assure you it would be worthwhile. as for being worth your time? well, that is up for debate, isn’t it ward?❜
‘no need to be so h o s t i l e. would rather not have to REPLACE anything in here due to an outburst.‘
‘you see, i’m ALWAYS hostile. it doesn’t matter when, where, or who i’m with. in-fact, maybe i SHOULD have you replace something. just for good SPORT.’
“If you’re going to start ripping each other apart… at least let me get some popcorn.”
At the peal of a distant bell being rung, Thor springs into action, keeping both axes held out behind him as he led with his head and shoulders first. After trading a conventional hunk of uru for an arsenal that had something for every situation faced, he was forced to adapt and change up his fighting style to suit each hammer of the week.
Some, as he discovered the hard way, were not able to endure as much pressures placed upon it and promptly shattered, falling to pieces in his very grip, whilst others put an onus on functionality and flare over walloping foes. The duel axes he had gone for, which constituted one of his more offence orientated options, were already battle tested and had served him well as a focal device in the summoning and subsequent channelling of his lightning power.
And so, confident that the tools he was about to swing at the demon would not break easily, Thor partakes in Ky’s so-called games, letting his opening stroke be that of a pincer manoeuvre. Each axe is drawn level with the other and is promptly swung inwards, edge first, intending to wedge themselves into the demon’s side had he not the temerity of mind to try to dodge and evade such a bifurcating gesture.
A grin pulled at his lips as Thor granted his request for a fight. Such an interesting creature he was. He wasn’t just a Hero, but rather, he also was a God. One, that people still prayed to, and that made him just the adversary he didn’t just need, but also wanted.
Discovering his strengths was an ever evolving process that he doubted would ever cease. Weapons were decent and all, but they had much to be desired. Guns were far too unpredictable for his tastes. Bladed weaponry worked to an extent as their uses and yet they still lacked a certain touch. Magic, on the other hand was another thing entirely, and was far more specific than a blade or bullet.
However, Ky always preferred to use a mixture of magic, and hand to hand combat when needed. It may not have been the best of idea’s, but he was still a demon. He’d make sure to use whatever was on hand to win… even if he knew the odds were clearly stacked against him.
So, when Thor slammed both blades into his sides… he took it joyfully. The blades digging their way into his flesh as his left hand lifted to send a blast of dark energy at Thor to not just blast him back, but also to sear wherever it hit with burns. It was intended to strike him off guard even though it was a major risk if he failed to do what was intended.
“Yeah, don’t fuckin’ bother.“
Nick took a drink of his bourbon, not noticing the burn anymore. Perhaps he was actually still dead, and this demonic blooded idiot was here to torment him. No real way of knowing, was there?
“It’s a waste of time. Trust me, I’ve tried it. Never works.“
“It hasn’t worked for you.”
Was he being a bit too bold? Most likely. The warnings wouldn’t stop him from doing anything rash, but he’d at least listen…. more or less to them.
“I’m sure I can come up with something that won’t fail or be a waste… if everything goes to plan.”
“I’m busy,“ Nick replied without looking up. He poured himself another drink, letting a fair bit of bourbon spill before being done filling the glass. “Got all kind’s a shit goin’ on, can’t you see?“
“Everyone’s always busy or not interested.” There was a full out roll of his eyes. “So, I guess i’ll try someone else – unless you have any potential recommendations.” Even if this specific individual didn’t work out… he had other options. Several other options… just getting that desperate was something he dreaded.
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