“ You are not trying hard enough. ” Yulian's voice is unimpressed from where he's seated, his rifle dismantled in front of him. Every part is carefully placed on the table. He's cleaning the barrel, not even bothering to look at her. “ Try again. ” He urged her.

“ Have you tried drinking gasoline? ” His own little joke almost causes him to smile. He looks over in her direction. “ You are anxious because of it. Which makes it more difficult. And you are not in a bad, stressful situation. ”

They? Yulian shoots her a quick look. There's always something magic voodoo nonsense going on. It's way above his paygrade. “ You did not tell me what happened... ”

𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 (Classified Telekinetic)

“ Just human...? ” His lips curl into a smirk. Oh, how wrong she is. “ You need a reminder. ” He places the barrel down, folding the washcloth neatly. As he stands, he grabs one of his many, newly cleaned knives. “ Focus. ” He throws it at her, aiming for her chest.

He's suspecting the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧* is stalking him. Yulian decides to confront them in the library. “ Hi. ”

Yulian sits down across of them. “ You look at me as if you know me. So... I assume you are not following me around half of the city to kill me? ” Yulian attempts a smile. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. He does not recognise Hobie. Couldn't. Not since his brain got damaged.

amadeus.⠀ Trying to find muse for Yulian again. Especially now since I got some free time. If anyone wants to plot let me know. 🫶

“ Hobie. Wow, your mother did not like you? ” A rude joke, a resemblance to the Yulian of old. Maybe some parts of him were not truly lost. “ Did we work together, Hobie? Are you a member of the avengers? ”

Hmm. Maybe he was wrong? Yulian grabs another knife. Slowly approaching her. “ Hydra would be disappointed. ” Yulian crouches down next to her. Cold calculated eyes scanning her face. “ Is this what you call focus? ”

“ Not an avenger... ” That's disappointing. Yuli looks Hobie up and down, frowning slightly. As if to make up his mind if he trusts him. If they were friends before, shouldn't some memories come to him? “ We were friends... Do you know what I am? ”

some children are simply 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 with tragedy in their blood some 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 are made into . . . 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

amadeus.⠀ i think i might want to change fc for yuli but im not sure who

Narrowing his eyes, clearly not amused. “ But does it not make you angry? ” Yulian stands up. He makes no attempt to assist her. “ You should be a weapon they fear. They should regret what they did. ” He's flipping the knife in his hand. “ Stand up. ”

“ You are not a failure, Hazel. ” Yulian points at her with the blade. “ All I am hearing from you are complaints. Who would fear that? A girl who only feels sorry for herself? Not... very scary. ” He shakes his head. “ I do not believe you. You are not angry. ”

“ So do something about it. ” He holds out the knife, the handle towards her. Offering it to her. “ You are not alone in your hatred towards them. They made me their perfect soldier, a perfect tool. Something they will regret. Stop whining, and use your anger instead. ”