tiir rumibul; oo3

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
Where: Somewhere on the streets.
When: Morning.
Style: [I'm lazy sob]
Status: Open!
Warnings: Blood and death, because Tiir is a psychopath like that. Also be warned that if you attack him, he will probably just leave the scene f-fffff. :D;

[... Ah. Ahaha—

Guriko is gone again. He should've expected this.

Either way, he goes out to do what always comes to mind when he's in a bad mood: kill. In the back of his mind, he knows that it's wrong (Minato would disapprove—) but he made no promises. He agreed not to feed on others, yes, but not on taking a life.

And right now, morals be damned—he needs to kill.

Consequently, one poor local is getting his head grabbed by Tiir, whose eyes are glowing brightly as he applies pressure. It's a bloody means of killing, but it's familiar and that's exactly what he's aiming for as the man's head bursts, soaking a smirking Tiir in blood.

Tossing the body onto the ground, he starts to laugh, even though there's nothing particularly amusing about the situation. He laughs, because he doesn't know how else to react.

... It's better than crying over this, at least.]

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[bakegarasu]

[It's early, and Otoha is starting to get tired. It's getting close to time for him to go to sleep - and then he hears the laughter. He recognizes that kind of laughter, and he runs across the rooftops towards where it's coming from.]

[The scene he comes across is... not as bad as he had expected, so he jumps down, grabbing a window ledge to break his fall a bit before landing neatly on the ground. He walks towards Tiir.]

Hey.

[contemptibility]

[He turns to look at Otoha, his expression calm.]

Here to scorn me?

[bakegarasu]

No. Though if you keep doing it... well. Probably a bad idea.

[It's just about the balance. It's always about the balance. A few people dying isn't a problem. Too many people dying tips the scale.]

[contemptibility]

[He laughs again.]

If this were my world, I wouldn't have hesitated to kill every last one of them. Here, though... I suppose there are limits.

[bakegarasu]

There are. And I can't speak for the circumstances in your world. Maybe you'd be justified there.

[Look he can use big words.]

[contemptibility]

But not here?

[bakegarasu]

Did these people do anything to hurt you?

[asea]

[Given his tendency for it, it's not hard for Walter to ignore most goings-on of those around him. There are a few things that divert his attention from the road before him, however, and the sight of a familiar man bursting another's head from the corner of his vision is one of them. It's distracting enough that the violence brings Walter to a stop a couple yards away.

Certainly, it's gruesome. It also might have been considered unacceptable in another universe, but the local is not someone Walter should find himself caring about, so it doesn't provoke much of a reaction beyond staring. (And flaring up defensive instincts, naturally.)]

[contemptibility]

[... Ah.

Him.

Now this is amusing, that he'd encounter him now. Tiir wasn't in the mood for a fight, as a part of him realized that he shouldn't drag this on, but...

He can make an exception.

He laughs again, his eyes flashing.]

... You truly are a fool, you know.

[He should've run.]

[asea]

[This time, he noticeably reacts by shifting his dominant foot forward when he sees the flashing eyes. It doesn't take a mind reader to see Tiir's words as potential threat -- especially with how Walter already views everything with cynicism -- and running is . . .

Well, even if he wanted to there isn't a place to which he can.

So is it a fight that you want?]

[contemptibility]

[Kill him. Kill him. Kill him—

The only reason he held back before was because of Guriko.

But she's not here anymore, is she?

And so, Tiir lunges, aiming to slice through his side—no point in going for non-fatal attacks this time.]

[asea]

[It's a lunge to kill.

He's not stupid to think otherwise, and it's not a big surprise.

He's vaguely familiar with Tiir's prowess after the first time, so the inhuman speed is nowhere near as foreign and that allows him to narrowly dodge to the side -- just narrowly enough that a corner of the fabric of his top tears. Simultaneously, he twists his upper body in Tiir's direction to throw in a roundhouse kick.]

[contemptibility]

[He leaps back to dodge the kick, before moving forward again—and, in just a moment, ends up behind Walter before aiming for his arm this time.]

[behind_my_smile]

[Fai had been heading back to his apartment when the scene unfolds in front of him. His golden eye widens and shock and fear registers across his face. It is the first violent act he has seen since coming to this world (minus that odd dream world..).]

What..what have you done?

[Fai's feet were glued to the sidewalk, his legs unable to walk away. He couldn't just let this person continue killing like this!]

[contemptibility]

[That kind of expression is nothing Tiir hasn't seen before—shock, fear, disgust...

... That's how everyone seems to react, isn't it?

How utterly predictable.]

What does it look like I've done?

[behind_my_smile]

[That one eye narrows and he tightens his hand into a fist. He isn't one for outright attacking someone but he just can't walk away after watching this.]

You shouldn't do that. Killing isn't right and even though I don't know the circumstances, I'm sure that person didn't deserve to die.

[contemptibility]

[In reply, Tiir looks rather unimpressed.]

And what makes you think I care about your opinion—particularly one so unoriginal?

[behind_my_smile]

I'm sure you don't, and I didn't really expect you to. But it had to be said regardless. If you intend to kill more..then I'm going to have to try and stop you. I'd really rather not fight but I can't walk away at this point either.

Why are you doing this?

[contemptibility]

[He spreads his arms out.]

No reason.

[And before, he wouldn't have thought anything of it. Now, though, he's starting to realize that perhaps it's not all right—but his grief over losing Guriko means that he doesn't particularly care about morals right now.]

You don't have anything to fear, though. I'm not looking for a fight—not now, at least.

[rainbowarch]

[It's the smell of blood that catches Cielo's attention. He's not interested in eating right now. Mornings aren't exactly a great time to devour.

That, and he had eaten recently.

And then he hears the laughing, and while the sight he comes upon is gruesome, it doesn't disturb him. He's seen things like this far too many times.]

Tiir?

[His voice is filled more with concern than anything else.]

[contemptibility]

[... Well.

For a friend, he can bring himself to calm down a little—though, to be honest, he still doesn't fully see anything wrong with this.

He turns to face him, smiling. It'd seem almost pleasant, save for the fact that he's drenched in blood—]

Ah, Cielo. What is it?

[rainbowarch]

Did something happen?

[Yeah, that's a vague question, but that leaves it open for Tiir to answer however he chooses. For all Cielo knows, that local might have attacked him.]

[contemptibility]

Oh? Why do you ask?

[rainbowarch]

'Cause you don't sound very happy, bro.

[contemptibility]

[... Ah. At that, his smirk softens.]

Well, to be frank, I suppose things could be better. I'll be fine, though.