she didn’t want to help him. hell, she didn’t even want to look at him anymore but the dude was resilient and certainly didn’t seem the type to just walk away- clear seeing as she’d been as rude as POSSIBLE towards him but the man hadn’t budged. like a shadow he clung and followed.
“ here’s an idea: go to the nearest hotel and ask for a map. or even a coffee shop would have one. because the LAST thing i’m going to do is give you my phone, ” jessica tells him sternly, keeping to herself that her phone was almost dead, had no internet, and had a cracked screen. she just wanted to relay the show that she wasn’t planning on helping him even though she had the means to do it.
new york could sometimes be a sketchy place, especially for an ex-hydra agent on the run from hydra. who knows if he worked for them or someone else she had pissed off in the past. right now she just needed to get rid of him and get to safety.
He didn’t expect her to give him anything —- maybe walking away after a bit more debating, but actually helping? Well, it was getting to the point that it wouldn’t happen as time went on.
“You know, the last thing usually is what happens when it comes down to the final line, but fine. You don’t want to help? Well, it seems that you are a waste of time.” He could have mentioned a swarm of other things to honestly call her, but he was far too tired to deal with that this late at night.
during the many years she had roamed the earth and hell, the smell of another demon was not something to neither ignore nor miss. the hair on the back of her neck would get up, the shiver peel into her skin.. satana looked up from her nails, lazily turning on one heel towards the other. she’s not concerned — or if she is, she didn’t show it. left corner of her lips up she pressed her arm against the cold brick wall.
“ don’t be shy, we were both made out of the same type of MUD andCLAY. …well ——— almost. ”
“Almost —– isn’t that ENLIGHTENING.”
Sarcasm dripped from the man’s lips easily as his arms crossed firmly across his chest. She, for a lack of better term was an unknowable, and that was slightly common these days. Ky’lar rarely enjoyed spending time around anyone — let alone someone that could consider themselves his own ‘kind’ —- on his good days.
“—- And here I thought that someone was wanting to drag me back where I belonged, but he WOULDN’T go for sending a lackey.”
“ REQUESTS TO BE TORTURED – even sarcastic ones – usually signal deep-seated desires. ” cafe-au-lai-colored lips are licked, biting back a grin. head is rolled around before she stops to peer up to the one before her, dyed strands falling to rest at the very side of her face. natasha had no problem whatsoever to use the powers of her tongue to get what she wanted.
“ would youlike me to torture you ? ”
“Desires? Well, i’ve never managed to hear that one before.” The man rolled his eyes with a slight chuckle, “I thought if you were going to do so, it would have been done already, but i’ve been through worse. Served time down south for a while… i’m used to being tied up.”
❛ Because you don’t CARE about yourself, I understand that PERFECTLY.❜
At least not enough. SURVIVAL and SELF PRESERVATION were key in the Brotherhood. Granted, Ky’lar was here for what he FIGURED was temporary...Still, if there was SOMETHING he could walk away with, let it be this at least.
❛ You’re running on LUCK. How long before THAT runs out? What, then? You DIE and no one REMEMBERS who you are. Is that REALLY how you want to leave your MARK?❜
The answer was meant to be RHETORICAL. His own IDEALS were hard to consume and Magneto had IMPOSED them on others before. Still, this was BASIC.
He had ENGAGED in reckless behavior before, and MOST of the missions done could be considered SUICIDE missions, at best…but that didn’t mean he didn’t CHARGE in without knowing himself that he had a HUNDRED percent chance of survival.
The argument was SPEWED from the mouths of two VERY OBSTINATE individuals…yet Magneto wanted to get his POINT across regardless.
He came close to the other, gently placing his hand across Ky’lar’s cheek.
❛ You may not agree with MY methods, either…and I don’t expect you to CHANGE for me…or for ANYONE. But can you understand THIS, at least? I do NOT want you to die. I said you don’t GET to bury me…because I do not WANT to bury YOU.❜
Ky’lar refused to care for himself for a REASON; for all that he was, for all that he could ever be, he would still be a MISTAKE. One, that while he may be AMUSING at times, was still living on BORROWED time, and eventually, that same time would run OUT.
Luck or not, Ky would have rather done what he WANTED to than deal with ORDERS. If that meant running on LUCK alone? Well, it was something he would deal with when the time came to it.
More to the point, Ky didn’t want to DEAL with the consequences of his ACTIONS. If he was caught or even CAPTURED, it wouldn’t be good for ANYONE, least of all himself, and it was why he never THOUGHT about what could happen..
However, the TOUCH was what managed to SHOCK him back into reality —- Magneto was still there. Still trying to get him to THINK about his actions and also THROUGH to him.
❛ I’m not going to DIE. ❜
His eyes closed shortly after the statement; fearing that his slight lie would be noticed far before he had a chance to explain himself.
❛ I don’t think ANYONE would let me have that mercy. ❜
He didn’t respond. Not
right away. Instead, he turned to Heimdall, whose eyes were narrowed. The
Gatekeeper saw all, and Thor wanted to know if they could trust this one. He
had lived long enough to know that not all demons were evil and not all ‘heroes’
were noble. What mattered wasn’t his species, but his heart. Did he carry some
dark purpose or was his curiosity more academic? Loki once had more of the
latter as a child.
A curious boy who devoured
information in the library and was eager to learn more about the relics in the
vault. In the end, Loki turned against the Aesir, and he couldn’t blame his
adoptive brother. If a family member could
use that knowledge against them, it would be difficult to judge a stranger’s
character.
Heimdall met his gaze and
subtly shook his head. Whatever the Gatekeeper knew, he wasn’t keen on
divulging. Yet.
“Elaborate. On both weapon and dilemma.”
Thor was usually respectful
of a person’s private life, but when it involved a weapon, he wasn’t as giving. For all he knew, the stranger could be
planning to use the weapon against them, and he wasn’t going to put his people
in danger just to appear friendly.
Nor was he going to step aside until his questions were answered.
❝ Honestly? I don’t even know what i’m looking for. ❞
That much was a lie, Ky’lar knew exactly what he was looking for, but the problem was he didn’t even know if it existed for what he wanted. If it did, there would no doubt be a resolution to this little ‘situation’ he was in, but for now, he would say what was needed, and go on from there.
❝ —— I know that it should exist here, and if it does? I’m willing to do whatever’s needed to obtain it. ❞
Less of starting an incident that no doubt would happen either way —- the moment anyone else found him here would do more than just raise eyebrows. A reason to why he wanted to explain everything later — maybe that way he could at least not seem like someone who just wanted to commit parricide due to what many could call foolish reasons.
❝ Either way, my problem is a bit more complicated than most would think. ❞
A reason to why Ky’lar moved to scratch the back of his neck for a few moments — anything to try to ease him into explaining everything that would no doubt become a bit awkward in the long run.
❝ I need something that will take care of a very powerful demon. Well, with out getting myself bound to some other reality for the next thousand or so years. ❞
Ky’lar must have been BORED if he was deciding to text Magneto of all people. Then again, the fact that it took Magneto so long to return a text ( showing his lack of understanding in this technology ) was probably more AMUSING than anything.
This was a VAST improvement from BEFORE, however…when Magneto couldn’t find a way to control the CAPSLOCK.
[ text: problematic child ]: I use Siri. She’s very helpful. There are no better alternatives. [ text: problematic child ]: I get the feeling you’re in trouble. [ text: problematic child ]: Don’t kill anyone until I get there. If there’s a mess, I’ll be very angry.
If this had been any OTHER time, Ky’larwould have more than likely not even CONTACTED Magneto at all. It would have ended with BLOODSHED and maybe a CALL once the deed was done.
However, this was not a NORMAL occurance, and there was DOUBT that he would be in this situation again. Least of all when Ky’lar was WILLING to ask for advice on the matter.
[ text: magnet dad ] Right, she is helpful. [ text: magnet dad ] Already did kill someone. [ text: magnet dad ] You’re gonna be angry either way.
Which by now, one would think Magneto would be used to it. No, he didn’t DEMAND that everyone obeyed him the moment he gave an ORDER...but this was different. Ky’lar was different. With him, he always opted to remove FORCE from the equation since it wouldn’t have done EITHER of them any good. It would have made him no DIFFERENT from Blackheart if he was CRUEL.
❛ It’s a BLACK TIE event. And I would feel BETTER if you were there with me. ❜
Ky’lar knew QUITE well how unreasonable he could be; it was almost part of who he was these days. Yet, at the same time, even he knew that a REQUEST from Magneto couldn’t simply be DENIED.
If it was anyone else, they would have been FORCED to go, but even Ky knew how things were different for him. Cruelty only got HATRED from him and REJECTION.
A prime reason Ky’lar had came back to EARTH; he wanted to be around actual PEOPLE again and not DEMONS…. not his FAMILY.
❛ Fine. ❜
He wanted to say MORE. To EXPLAIN why he didn’t ENJOY being at EVENTS or parties anymore, but INSTEAD, he ended up agreeing due to the fact it was EASIER than any other option.
❛ Just this ONCE. ❜
“ i’m not what you would call CREATIVE——— ” you talk to voices in your head, david. that’s pretty damn creative. i didn’t invent you, that’s different. it’s rather difficult for david to keep a CONVERSATION going most of the time due to the voices ; he’ll disappear into his head, talking to the voices, laughing and telling jokes. this is simply WHY they locked him up to begin with. he would much rather have conversations with the people inside his head than real ones. however, it’s ky’lar’s next particular WORDING that catches david out of his daze, blue eyes snapping up to look at him. “ sorry—–did you just say HUMANS ?? ” he’s never heard anyone refer ANYONE as just humans…. which he found odd. but then again, it may have been a slip of the tongue ; maybe he forgot the word PEOPLE and didn’t know what else to call them. david had that problem sometimes. “ why aren’t they friendly ?? ” peculiar, isn’t it? david doesn’t even seem to add himself into that category.
david might not have been ‘creative’ but that didn’t mean ky’lar wouldn’t have his own fun. if anything, the slip of the tongue wasn’t intentional, but it was rare he got to be with anyone for longer than a few nights. long term relationships were not for him; especially when someone would mess things up — usually ky’lar himself if he was being completely honest.
❝ people, specifically, humanity fear what they don’t understand or can control. ❞ that was one way to put it as ky leaned forward for a few moments,
❝ i’m many things, but out of them all, the most dangerous species on this planet is humanity. they fear what they dislike and then wipe it out with out any mercy.❞
The last thing she needed was some civilian getting in the mix of all this. Colleen pulled her hood down a little more, holding her katana out to him. “I won’t ask again, you’re only going to find pain here.” His pain, their pain, it didn’t matter to Colleen. If he was a part of the Hand she wouldn’t hesitate.
Colleen heard sirens and she turned around to look for an exit, she wasn’t going to stay around to try and explain this. She looked at the person down the alleyway and then sprinted for the fire escape. Jumping up and hoisting herself up and over the metal railing, Colleen sprinted for higher ground in hopes of losing him. She thought about calling Danny, this wasn’t the first time they’ve had to squash Hand business but this was the first time they were caught. She slid behind an air conditioning unit, catching her breath.
It was just his luck that there were sirens : if he was alone, he might have been able to get them to back down, but as it stood, the best option was to stay out of their sight. Police forces could be unpredictable at times and unstable at best. A reason to why he ended up following her.
While it was mainly out of his own amusement, Ky’lar knew fully well that if he wanted to at least get some answers, the best bet would be to not lose her, and if that didn’t work? Well, he would have to resort to more desperate measures, but for now, the best bet was to catch his breath, and the move on from there.
❝ —— My own pain is irrelevant. ❞ It was a delayed response once Ky’lar thought he was in the general area she was in,
❝ I’m just looking for answers and I bet the cops are as well. ❞
. luck ends up being on their side. by the time bobby’s suited up in a practice suit ( a duller, darker blue rather than his ice blue & white ) the danger room’s free, recently vacated by a couple other students. as he waits for ky’lar he takes a casual position against the entrance, leaning with one leg stretched in front of him to make him look longer than he really is. bobby picks at his nails idly, cleaning the dirt from underneath them.
ky’lar changed as well ; finding one of the the practice suits was easy, but he wasn’t comfortable with just wearing it alone. a reason to why he slipped his usual jacket on over it — that way, he would have a sense of some normalcy while they were training.
not that it would be much, but it still was enough that ky managed to feel comfortable —- even though he knew how he was when he fought. he avoided it for a reason and using his abilities made the situation worse; one little moment of weakness and it would take him weeks to regain himself… if not longer.
❝ if i get out of control…. shut me down. ❞
it was a bold request; one that ky’lar hoped that bobby could honestly fulfill if things went badly. therefore, he had his gloves on as a secondary comfort —- he had outgrown the use for them a while ago, but they still helped when he got out of control.
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