4933/Not all Hunts end in Blood.

Not all Hunts end in Blood.
Date of Scene:	16 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Kid, Marvel Boy

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Kid has posed:
When day turns into night, that is when a whole new set of afrights come out. The fungus threat is notably less active dureing nightime, but not all togeather gone. This has set up a rather interesting situations. More people appearing at night, which equates to more robberies, muggings and what have you. Of course not everyone is after money and purses.

Some are out for the hunt, and there is more than one way to attractice.

A siren like song calls in the night in the minds of those willing to listen...
"Will it be tomorrow?"
"When our time will come?"
"Will it be tomorrow?"
"Will it ever come?"

Only a few individuals hear this song, and do their best to follow it. One man in particular was getting close, as he heads towards a seemingly abandon building, as if the song was originating from there..

"Have the faith that moves so fast, or do they ever go?"

The song pulses and calls to the oncomming man.

Marvel Boy has posed:
Fungus among us. He caught that spray painted on the side of a burned out automobile husk. Seemed appropriate. Noh-Varr, the newly minted Marvel Boy by the press of this weird little dirt ball(and his own furious ranting on camera months back), is in the middle of doing absolutely nothing at all when he hears that sirens suggestion. It's a weird thing. He hears it. Knows it's compelling him. Knows full well that it's bait and there could be a hook at the end but... He follows. A smile on his face, Noh-Varr hops off the defunct radio tower he was perched upon and plummets to the rooftop below.

The Kree diplomat, fully surrounded by a rough stretch of humanity, moves with the lack of caution and brisk pace of a young man who completely believes that he is an untouchable god-king on some weird barbarian dirtball. Because he is. In his head. Marvel Boy follows the call, coming up to a blacked out building and pauses. Arms cross over his chest, one hand lifts to tap his chin.

"Trap."

He says definitively and follows the call. Creeping all weird alien ninja scientist style toward the side. Circling wide. Cautious in his blind acceptance of the bait.

Kid has posed:
And Bait is was. The first man attracted dissappears into the building. He can be heard calling out "Hello" inside....but there was no reply. Infact, as Noh-Varr would quickly realize, the 'bait' has ceased it siren like call.

Inside, a large creature can be heard. And if Noh finds a window, he may come to notice that a very large man, or gorilla depending on how effect Noh is, is moving by human standards, very silently.

This being jumps down in front of the now startled human. No words are said as he grabs the human in a bear like hug, the human barely having a chance to react. The human manages to let out a single yell before going silent. Kids eyes glow lightly as the man in his grasp lightly twitches.

Marvel Boy has posed:
Primative trap structure. It's all so taxing, these humans. Games and games. The rewards rarely pan out. As Marvel Boy fluidly scampers up the side of the mostly abandoned building, he watches a human take the bait before him. Tragic, really. It's like that scene from Jurassic Park with the goat. He just watched it last week. Very informative. Shaking the sidetracking thoughts free, he finds a window with ease. The hinges creak and in slips Marvel Boy. Through the shadows and dust.

His senses sharp like knives, Marvel Boy clings to the dark and the stone of the cement. Watching the bait boy follow the call. Then it happens. Mammal. Large. Human? Ehhhhh, close enough, right? So hard to tell with this lot. Then Kid strikes. Noh-Varr winces. Sympathetic without sympathy. Like when you watch a nature documentary. Smiling a touch, a bit amused, he lets go and slides down the wall. Hitting the floor in an easy stride toward Kid and his limp prey.

"You know, some people frown on that. Me? What is the saying? Fifty-fifty?"

Kid has posed:
No words where said at first. Soon enough Kid's prey goes completly limp, and he hefts the human onto his shoulder. Even a cursory glance would reveal the human was still alive...but certainly not moving.

Kid looks over Noh. Definintly not human brainwaves, bit too calm for the situation. Finally he lifts his hands and begins signing, a watch on his watch speaks loudly "Beats me. I am still learning human sayings. Got mangos? Or ammah going to have to suck you dry too?" it was a 'mobster' accent the watch gave, and it was difficult to tell how serious Kid was being, as he just stares at Noh, trying to get a read on the man's surface thoughts.

Marvel Boy has posed:
"He's still alive, right?" Marvel Boy squints, actually turning his head and cupping a hand around his ear as he listens. Snaps his fingers and nods in the affirmative. "Still alive. Generally seen as a good thing. Though I did watch a man in black put a person into traction. No way that man left the alley without extreme medical attention. He had a thing sticking out of his face. I laughed. Didn't mean to. The sound he made was... wait, wait. You can hear me, right?"

Noh-Varr halts his rambling and lifts both hands palms up. Those golden wrist contraptions catching the light all shiny and new. "I'm still learning human sayings too. It's weird, right? I called someone a Bicken and got punched. Punched. Music is tricky." A white eyebrow lofts upward, his hands lower. Both to his hips. "No mangos. Waaaiiiiiit a second. You're not human. You're a subspecies, aren't you?"

Kid has posed:
Kid smirks and walks over to a dumpster, dumping the human in it. He dust off his hands and walks back. He looked over Noh-Varr as if considering if he would make a good meal. Eventually he begins to sign again "Yes, alive. I am not in the killing buisness, that a waste of food. And yes, I can hear you."

His eyes look over the golden wrist things and hmmms "Sound like bitch or chicken, regardless, both can get you wacked in the right place and time." he let out a harsh beastial laugh and keeps up the signing "Nope! Cousin actually, not subspecies. Granted I look like a cousin, but that because of figmentation. If I didn't have figmentation on I would look quite different, at that point only an idiot would think me a subspecies"

Marvel Boy has posed:
Most people would have some objections to Kid tossing an unconscious person in a dumpster. Noh-Varr is not people. He is Kree and he is pretty much okay with this scenario so far. No harm, no foul, right? "These humans tend to get really weird about termination. With this population to resources ratio? I don't even get it but whatever, right? HBO is still a thing." Brows furrow, he lifts a hand to point a finger upward, illustrating his point. "Waste of food? Starting to make sense now. Like a Quarnat Trap. Drawing prey in and yadda, yadda, yadda. Efficient."

Sniffing at the air once, twice, he scrunches his nose and waves a hand at whatever odors offended him. "I sound like a what now? No, no. Not canine of origin. Mostly Kree with some insectoid varia-" Noh-Varr snaps his fingers and points at the hulking ape-creature. "Cousin. Cousin. I should write that down. You all look so blasted similar, I swear it's like a riddle at times. Oh! Manners. Introductions are important on this little rock. Noh-Varr. 18th Kree Diplomatic Gestalt. And you are...? No longer hungry, yes?"!

Kid has posed:
Kid dead pans and continues signing "Actually the population to resource ratio is fine. There is more than enough food to feed the entire population, can't speak much for housing though. The real problem is humans are wasteful and have this backwards way of thinking that you should have to pay for one basic life needs. Ontop of that, they more or less keep their population from exploding with their wars and stuff, so resources are returned and reused basicly."

He was no idiot.

"Alos, Bitch is an insult. Words in the 'english' dielect of the human language has multiple meanings. Bitch for instance can mean a female dog, or it can used as a way to say someone is worthless for one reason or another. Some language split it further. For instance spanish has several different words for 'love' that are just different aspects of the concept."

He laughs again "That probably because I am making myself look partially human. A moment" a moment passes. And now instead of looking human at all, he looks like just a Gorilla...though he oddly has greenish skin with his black fur. He signs "Kid is what I am called, but it is not a name, I was not allowed to have a name. I use Malcolm for my human self though. And yes I am hungry"

Marvel Boy has posed:
"The 'real problem'. You see it. I see it. They don't. Baffling, I swear it. End result is the same. Scorched husk, humanity spreads like a virus and blah, blah, blah. The equation shakes out the same every time. Except for that one time." Shaking his head, Noh-Varr disregards it all and looks at this creature called Kid with a newfound interest, if not respect.

"So you insulted me. I don't approve of that."

When Kid shifts his appearance, Marvel Boy crosses both arms over his chest. If he started tapping his foot, the stance and expression on his face just radiating a sense of fading annoyance. He sighs, pushing it all away before gesturing with his right hand in a flippant wave of sorts. "See, now that is much more appropriate. In this climate, the fur is an absolute demand. Kid. Malcolm. Malcolm it is." He squints, event points near accusingly. "No attempting to eat me. I dislike exterminating unique beings. Really... what's the word? Ah. Bums me out, bruh."

Kid has posed:
"First, do not say that, unless you are going to do it right. Secondly, who says that?" in regards to 'Dums me out, Bruh'. His sign seeming perplexed. "Eh, mabey not. Recently two new variable have been thrown into the 'equation', not to speak of the fact, that the population of earth does not go down without a fight. How long you been here?" he ends the sign

"And no. I was explaing that Bicken sounds similar to it. It closest proximation being 'Bitchin'. Though if Bicken is some alien sogn, well that sounds odd"

"Heh, Gorillas come from warmer places actually, but it is a bonus when the snow comes. Anyways, when i 'eat' a person, they just get knocked out for a little bit, depending on how much I drain. Regardless..." he grins "I do not go down easily" he signs.

Marvel Boy has posed:
Noh-Varr throws his hands up in exhasperation. Everyone keeps correcting him. He tries to aclimate and it always comes off weird. Alien. "Everything is wrong, nothing stays correct for more than ten minutes. Exhausting!" With a heavy sigh and huff, he shakes it off. Still walking in a wide circle, slow and pacing. Hands clasping behind his back. Eyes on the Kid Creature all the while.

"Bitchin'. New. Okay then." Pausing, he looks back to the dumpster. To Kid. Nods slow and understanding. It takes some time, this culture.

"Our crew was shot down months ago. It's been a time. I declared war on the race. Got the blood beaten out of me by people in uniforms. The one liners were painful. So was that shield." Noh-Varr snorts derisively. He then looks to Kid, quiet for a lingering moment before he snaps his fingers and points to him.

"Psychic Vampirism? No, I suppose you would -not- go down easy, Kid Malcolm. Unique. So you don't kill but you hunt these people?"

Kid has posed:
Kid let out another rolling chuckle "Welcome to earth. For me it was Welcome to Freedom. I been learning human culture and stuff for about a year. And I still do not get everything." he signs. "Though have learned a few things"

"You declared war, on humans, because your crew was shot down? Well, you sound as stupid as humans from nearly 100 years ago." which were even MORE primitive than they are now. "So, the beating was deserved. You look for war, you get war"

Kid talks a moment to rub his stomech and signs "Yup, psychic vampire. And yes, I CAN kill, but why kill a rechargeable food source? Sides, I like people, they can make good...friends."

Marvel Boy has posed:
"Welcome to Earth. My welcome was not exactly a warm and inviting one. These -humans- shot down and murdered my crew. A DIPLOMATIC KREE GESTALT! If I have my way, I'll vapori-" Noh-Varr cuts himself off, closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath. Holding it as he counts down the exemplary traits of the Kree empire. Finally he sighs and offers a slim, appologetic smile of sorts.

"You hunt vagrants in abandoned buildings. Let's not get too judgemental." A snow white eyebrow arched sharply. "I demanded war and got it. Lesson learned. I have since dialed back my aggressions. I'm not so proud to think I was without fault." Clearing his throat, he squints a bit. Frowns. Considers this apes words and finally nods. "Friends. You befriended these things. And they you? This happens? Seriously? Aaaaaaand you haven't eaten any of them?"

Kid has posed:
"It is not judgemental, it is observation. Anyways My welcome to Freedom wasn not exactly easy either. Humans killed my mother and captured me. Placed me in a group with other rillas, and than proceded to kill everyone but me. And lucky me, that cause I was telepathic and lo and behold, I got to feel and experince each of their deaths myself. After that...had a GRAND old time of living 16 years of my life in a tiny tiny cage" the amount of venom, and sarcasm his watch emited was nothimg compared to the sheer fury and aggression Kid seemed to emit - he seemed distinctly more primal somehow.

"And I do not hunt vagrants. Rich or poor, young or old, it does not matter. He answered the call, that was the ONLY deciding factor. If it was only you who came...well" he smirks as he signs "we would have been duking it out I imagine. Also, considering the amount of trouble aliens have given earth, it not to surprising they don't about you being kree. And they are not things, they are people, just like you and me. Anyways, they are not things, but people like me and you. Yes I have befriended a few. I ate a FEW of them, but with them it usually with permission."

Marvel Boy has posed:
"They killed your kind. Your family. You -felt- them die. They imprisoned you, like they did myself. How do you NOT rip them limb from limb?! Baffling! Absurd! And yet here you are, surviving. Not exactly thriving but surviving none the less." That primal rage, that pure anger in the advanced creature is something that Noh-Varr understands well enough.

"To be fair, we aren't exactlty watching Netflix and relaxing so duking it out could still be in the cards. Doubtful. You aren't so offensive. 'Alien' bias aside, they are -not- people like us. Clearly we are more advanced. Some more than others." He says that last part under his breath. Probably still audible. The jerk alien. "Hold the telecommunications array. They let you feed on their mental energies?"

Kid has posed:
Kid says, "Oh, I did. Or more accurately, I made them do it to themselves. Untill they...put me under" he rubs the back of his head "They had a contigency plan. After that was put on a much tighter leash. And hey, I am thriving. I am not here because I do not have another place to be, I am here by choice. I have food, water, I sleep where I like, plenty of access to parts to tinker with. Compared to what I had? This is the life" he reaches up and pulls himself up onto a rafter "No more cages for me, no more scheduals, no more being prodded and poked, no more being forceably starved!" he signs "It is a matter of perspective.

"Also, thanks for acknowledging I am more adcanced than yea" having heard the underbreath comment. "Also...what is Netflix?" okay so he was still learning. T.V wasn't exactly at the top of important things to learn. "But yes, they do. But that requires a certain level of...trust. Trust is a commodity one should not waste""

Marvel Boy has posed:
"All that and you didn't declare the race of humanity to be a nemesis? Madness. I can still taste their blood on my teeth. Smell the wreckage. The static itch of the stasis bubble." Marvel Boy sneers at the memory, shakes it off and points to the now elevated Kid in the rafters. "You are either a paragon of forgiveness or completely crushed."

He snorts. Drops his gaze and considers what that would make him. Itching the back of his neck briefly, he gets lost in his thoughts. Missing the part where Kid declares his standing above his own genetic elevation. "I have no idea what a Netflix is. It's something I heard on a broadcast." Lifting his gaze back up to Kid, he squints a little more. Eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And you trust some of these Humans? Why would you?"

Kid has posed:
"I am just not an idiot. One must merely look at humans to understand - they are not all the same. They do not look the same, they do not act the same, they do not agree on the same things. If they did, they would not be in poverty, they would not be having war with one another, they would not have such opposite views on the exact same problem. Just look at the news regarding asgardians? A third of the world seems to be for them, agaist them and indifferent to them respectively" he signs.

"Of course, it would behoof me to not give credit to my Uncle Juan...." rage turned to saddness.

Marvel Boy has posed:
"I will admit that you have the benefit of time in dealing with these Humans. Though that time was spent being abused and imprisoned, you still came out the other side without harboring too much of a grudge. You are a confusing creature, Kid Malcolm." Tapping one of his gauntlets, he scrolls through a few hard light screens of information before flicking them away. "Asgardians. I have yet to come across them. I've heard enough to know where to base my approach."

Looking up to Kid in the rafters, Noh-Varr smiles just a little. A slim curve at the corner of his lips but it's there. A smile. "You are an anomaly. Give your Uncle Jaun my regards. I've got a meeting to keep. Assuming you aren't going to attempt putting -me- in that dumpster."

Kid has posed:
"I would. But he is dead." he signs. There was something in Kids face that said trying to pusue that subject further would have dire consequences. In otherwords, this was a good a time as any for Noh-Varr to slip away without incident.