The laughter finally subsided and Mik felt that warm sense of peace that usually came from a hit or a shot or three. All loosey goosey and shit. He stood, not particularly tired. Ivan breathed and only had a slight scrape on his cheek from the fall. Coulda been worse.
The sounds of the sirens came to him and instinct lanced through him. Get the fuck outta there! Buuuut....he still needed to see on a few things. Ivan was good, moaning a bit but that was about it. So he'd keep. Couple looky-loos stood around with cameras. Morons. Li was over with another chick who looked to be holding him up. Kinda funny, actually. She wasn't exactly huge. He called out, the power amplifying his voice and Mik took notice.
Yeah, little miss thing was swaying,bloodied and beaten, looking defiant and spitting rage and blood at Ryker. The fuck was going on? Last inkling he got was that he was trying to stick it to the Spider. Not that Mik wouldn't go for either as well- or both for that matter. Now that would be a thing. But she was nowhere to be found. Probably trying to salvage this mess. Guess his and Ivan's little tricks ended up being unnecessary- for now.
Anyway, where was he? O yeah, Ryker, looking at Ori like he wanted to throttle her. Which he just didn't plain get. Hatred was such a fucking waste of energy. Revenge, sure. Payback. But taking shit too seriously was the biggest joke of all. It was why pops had had such a rough time of it. And so many others. Ego was stupid. At least in so far as it made you do stupid things. Having fun was one thing. Being a little bitch, quite another.
And Ryker was being a little bitch.
He looked at Ori as he approached then at Ryker, shooting fire or whatever from his eyes. He slipped into the role easily enough, stepping between them but slightly off to the side, not making it seem he was blocking the man, smiling and laughing good naturedly, as if it had all been in good fun. Mostly cuz it was. "Come on, bruh. You got your ass handed to you by that thing. So did Ivan, poor bastard." He chuckled slightly, gesturing with his head in that direction. "He's out for the night. But you're standing. Let's go drink it off." He purposely didn't look back at Ori.
The power was still coursing through him and he wasn't exactly worried. He felt nothing from Ryker. But bringing a guy down from a temper was an art.
The sounds of the sirens came to him and instinct lanced through him. Get the fuck outta there! Buuuut....he still needed to see on a few things. Ivan was good, moaning a bit but that was about it. So he'd keep. Couple looky-loos stood around with cameras. Morons. Li was over with another chick who looked to be holding him up. Kinda funny, actually. She wasn't exactly huge. He called out, the power amplifying his voice and Mik took notice.
Yeah, little miss thing was swaying,bloodied and beaten, looking defiant and spitting rage and blood at Ryker. The fuck was going on? Last inkling he got was that he was trying to stick it to the Spider. Not that Mik wouldn't go for either as well- or both for that matter. Now that would be a thing. But she was nowhere to be found. Probably trying to salvage this mess. Guess his and Ivan's little tricks ended up being unnecessary- for now.
Anyway, where was he? O yeah, Ryker, looking at Ori like he wanted to throttle her. Which he just didn't plain get. Hatred was such a fucking waste of energy. Revenge, sure. Payback. But taking shit too seriously was the biggest joke of all. It was why pops had had such a rough time of it. And so many others. Ego was stupid. At least in so far as it made you do stupid things. Having fun was one thing. Being a little bitch, quite another.
And Ryker was being a little bitch.
He looked at Ori as he approached then at Ryker, shooting fire or whatever from his eyes. He slipped into the role easily enough, stepping between them but slightly off to the side, not making it seem he was blocking the man, smiling and laughing good naturedly, as if it had all been in good fun. Mostly cuz it was. "Come on, bruh. You got your ass handed to you by that thing. So did Ivan, poor bastard." He chuckled slightly, gesturing with his head in that direction. "He's out for the night. But you're standing. Let's go drink it off." He purposely didn't look back at Ori.
The power was still coursing through him and he wasn't exactly worried. He felt nothing from Ryker. But bringing a guy down from a temper was an art.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods