by Avytrius Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:47 am
As Kyte continued strolling at a leisurely pace through the woods, he heard men in the trees. Their very breathing was privy to his ears, as were the cars a kilometer or two away. He heard three of them, specifically, and they sounded military duty; like a jeep, or a humvee. He decided to keep walking as if he didn't know, forming the chain on his necklace and some of the pendant itself into a small knife, which slid nicely fit into his inside pocket of the suit jacket.
Ignorance was bliss.
When they finally showed up to surround them, Kyte turned directly towards the one that would open its door, hearing someone fumble with the handle, and then heard the screech. It was annoying.
Interesting. I can't sense the metal anymore. Was it the screech?
Kyte furrowed his brow as soldiers and a boy emerged, the soldiers all aiming at him with laser-sight automatic weapons. Kyte didn't seem the least bit threatened.
No...it's meant to hurt and disorient. Mostly human species, I imagine. It can't disable powers. That must mean it's a suppression field. Quite curious that they could come up with the technology; though I'm sure the sudden appearance of us in their city isn't comforting.
The boy addressed him as a citizen, remarking how late the night was for Kyte to be out and about, and apologized for being so rude in his introduction, carrying on with it as Ares Ryker. He said he was the new Alacritas military commander, and said they had caught his little display of powers on cameras laced throughout the city. He said he was looking for Kyte's help, trying to enforce the safety of their people. To do that he said they would need his blood and a description of his powers.
Kyte observed his fingernails, before noticing the silence, indicating the boy was done speaking. He smiled, dropping his hand.
"Ares Ryker. Interesting name, especially the personal one. Ares, the Greek god of war. Unless you've actually seen combat, I'd say this would be the first time in your life that the name actually suits you. Because, you see, there's a few corrections that need to be made on your analysis.
One, I'm not a citizen. I do not reside within Alacritas, though it's a nice place. City noise isn't much for me.
Speaking of which...you're on private property. I paid your government quite a pretty penny to make this land mine, and the terms were quite clear. Ares was a fitting name for you, boy, because I can't kill you for trespassing. I'm required to give you a warning first. Ignore this warning and I will slaughter the lot of you without a second thought. I appreciate your desire to protect your city and country; really, I feel the same way about my family. But I don't appreciate you running up to me half-cocked with a platoon of soldiers armed to the teeth and looking at me down their sites.
If you're going to apologize for being rude, do it right, and lower your weapons.
Onto the final matter, I have no problem giving you a description of my powers. You could have just asked. The simplest explanation of my powers that detail them is as follows:"
Suddenly, a brief, but loud, metal screeching sound was heard, as Kyte suddenly disappeared from Ares's sight, and reappeared inside the opened humvee with his hand through the device that robbed him of his powers. However, if there was simply a labeled "off" switch, he wouldn't destroy it, and therefore the only sound Kyte would have made was when he spoke next.
"Out of your league.
I'm sorry to have to be so rude on this matter, but I believe this infringes on my personal rights. You may not understand, but to someone like me, it's like having a gun pointed at them...that destroys your very soul.
Now I'll make myself very clear. According to the rules I had on the deed, which were agreed to, I'll let you leave here unscathed if you leave right now. You can stay, too, but guns aren't a nice way to talk to people; especially not to me. I want them in a pile in the center of these vehicles if you want to talk.
But if I so much as hear a click of one of your men's guns going into a position to fire, I will paint these trees red with your blood. I think it's only fair."