The large rifle suddenly aiming at his head has him freezing on his spot, not daring to make the slightest move because he might be fast, but no where near as fast as a bullet. Slowly, he flashes a smile and clears his throat, getting up from the bed in slow motion before inching towards the window. “And what kind of game are we talking about, hyung?” He emphasizes the word sort of mockingly while trying to estimate his distance to the nearest window without letting his gaze trail from the taller man, wondering how high above the ground they are right now.
"Just a game. Training, so to speak." He closely follows all your movements with his eyes, watching your small steps. He wouldn’t simply shoot you right here at gun point but he already has something in mind and if you’re just a bit like him, you would enjoy it just as much. "You’re a son of Ares, so… let’s fight. Blow off some steam," he smirks, tapping the business end of his rifle against the younger boy’s chest. "You sure look like you could use it, if you ask me. What do you say?"
He quickly catches his fall and steadies himself on the bed, carefully crawling backwards to put a bit of distance between himself and the older man. The whole situation rubs him the wrong way and the ovious signs of the other having a clear advantage over him made his stomach clench. He really doesn’t want to piss off his own family, but at the same time his stubborn mind refuses to give in easily. He was never one to go down without a fight. “Rephrase that? Fine, I’m sorry I didn’t immediately tell you my name, fucker.” He bares his teeth with a grin and readies himself for whatever violent reaction there might be for him as he glares up at the man.
"This is why you will always keep getting your ass handed to you, kid," he laughs, shaking his head. The younger male’s cursing and sassy behavior doesn’t bother him much at all but he enjoys the teasing and the tense atmosphere. There is a dark aura wavering around the younger and he knows just the right way to help relief that pressure on his brother. Shrugging his shoulders, he walks over to his shelf and pulls out a rifle, aiming it steadily at the boy on the bed. "How about a game?"
In the upcoming event, soon to come yes sit tight students, there’s a lot of plotting needed. Thus we have decided to do it like this;
Anyone who are willing to be given plot prompts and actually go through with them during the event; please reblog.
Prompts will be given on anonymous randomly when it’s seen fit during the event. More info about the event itself will come at a later time!
— not dead, just occasionally lurking (mun will be in the tight claws of accounting until the end of the week, ugh).
dionysus-bansin said: An Ares spawn, huh? There seems to be a shit load of you sometimes. Some of your siblings aren’t half bad, I suppose. I don’t know if it’s a pleasure to meet you just yet, but history tells me what you’ve heard of me is probably not good.
Seems like father’s been quite the busy guy, eh? So far I haven’t had much time to bond with my siblings, but from what I’ve seen they’re all pretty interesting, which pleases me. Nothing is more boring than dull people. Which is also why I wouldn’t judge what I’ve heard about you. Not that it’s been much, just bits and pieces here and there, but… You seem like the kind of guy that enjoys having fun.