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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[messianic]

[Nope nope nope.

There's too much to think about and he'll worry about it later, but for now he sees that anger and so he lunges forward between the two of them, Evoker still clenched in his hand.

He trusts Tiir--so he instead faces Walter, his back to Tiir.]

Walter-san.

Do you want to die?

[Because you're not going to win this fight against Tiir. Isn't it obvious?]

[contemptibility]

[When Minato moves in, Tiir narrows his eyes. He won't hurt him, which Minato undoubtedly knows if he's showing his back to Tiir.

Minato's trust in him never fails to baffle him—though that's not important right now.]

... Minato, get out of the way.

[asea]

[Shocked limb be damned, he immediately pushes himself onto his feet at Minato's words with balled fists, riled up more by what he perceives to be a statement on his weakness.

When has he last won an actual battle with someone?]

I'm -- !

[Already . . . already? No. He corrects himself.]

I'm not running.

[messianic]

[Minato's fists clench as well, one around his Evoker, but he ignores Tiir (and he knows Tiir could kill him if he wanted to, but he won't).]

Don't be so quick to throw away your life.

[And his tone grows a little quieter, but also sharper, and it might just be intended for Tiir as well.]

There's no point to this.

[contemptibility]

[... Tiir frowns slightly at Minato's tone, but disapproval is something he's used to—something he's lived with and has learned not to care about.

And so, he smirks.]

It seems that he would rather die than live, and I, for one, would be happy to carry out the deed. That's enough of a 'point' for me.

[asea]

[That sounds like a demand, and that is a tone Walter refuses to tolerate from a mere person of the land. Even angrier now, he raises his voice slightly, ignoring Tiir again.]

What I do with my life is none of you Orerines' concern!

[Who is he is to tell him how to manage his life? Who is he?

He's losing his cool, getting ahead of himself again, this is approaching a territory he needs to immediately withdraw from -- ]

[messianic]

It is my concern!

[While Minato's tone rises, it's still unusually calm considering the circumstances. He stands fearlessly between Tiir and Walter, expression solemn and steady.

...]

It is my concern, because I don't want to see either of you hurt.

Not again.

[contemptibility]

[... Tch.

Tiir knows how stubborn Minato is, as he wouldn't have put up with Tiir for this long if he were willing to stand down so easily. And while it's a trait that Tiir can respect, it can be a bit annoying—particularly in a situation like this.

He sighs.]

I won't do anything while you're in the way, Minato. You know that.

[Though he could easily move around Minato, there's no way to tell how the boy will react, and Tiir would rather not risk having him jump in and take an attack meant for Walter.]

[asea]

[While Tiir talks, Walter exhales deeply in an effort to maintain some semblance of calmness. The frown on his face doesn't let up, but that hardly matters when he whips around on his heels to storm off. He's had enough of this caring nonsense, and this is nothing more than a waste of time -- of energy and effort.

And he's sick of this illusion of "caring for one another," sick of this blasphemous city and the people in it.]

[messianic]

[Minato is, overall, unimpressed. He gives Tiir a quiet nod, acknowledging him but otherwise saying nothing to him yet.

Instead he steps forward, reaching to put his hand on Walter's shoulder.]

Walter-san, what are you running away from?

[Orerines? People?]

[contemptibility]

[... Well.

This feels all too familiar, considering he was once in Walter's position. All things considered, he should be glad that he's gone past that—though incidents like these make him wonder if he has at all.

Either way though, what happens between Walter and Minato isn't his problem, and so he steps back with the intention of leaving.]

[asea]

[As soon as the hand touches his shoulder, Walter whips around, his own hand flying up to swat Minato's away with as much ferocity he puts into his words, low as his voice is.]

And if I am? What of it?

[Almost violently, he thrusts an accusatory finger forward.]

The one throwing away his life is you. You think you have the right to say anything?

[messianic]

[Minato meets his eyes steadily, hand still out though no longer touching Walter.

He'll have to find Tiir and apologize to him later.

But he can't look away from Walter in this. Because this is important.]

Maybe I don't have the right. But this isn't about me.

What are you running away from, Walter-san?

[contemptibility]

[He looks at Walter, his eyes flashing red—a warning.

Hurt Minato and Tiir will personally hunt him down and kill him.

And with that, he walks away.]

[asea]

[To his credit, Walter ignores Tiir -- he sees the gesture, but he's more occupied with the resilient Minato. His gaze flashes to Tiir for a fraction of a second, then he's right back to the one who refuses to let things die.

. . . hm.

He lowers his hand, some immediate anger of the moment subsiding with that outburst.]

I have no reason to answer you.

[messianic]

[A slow breath, and Minato quietly tucks his hands into his pockets.

...]

No, you don't. And you can do whatever you want. I can't force you.

[...]

But at the very least, I want to understand, if you'll allow me to.

[asea]

[Without missing a beat, Walter shakes his head. He doesn't need to think, doesn't need the silence nor time.]

There is nothing for you to understand.

[messianic]

[He stands strong, not moving forward nor back, hands in his pockets but clenching there--

But he is calm, if a little challenging.]

Nothing?

What of the Orerines? And what the ocean is to you?

[A slow shake of his head.]

There is a good deal to understand. It is not fair to you if I do not make the attempt.

[asea]

The ocean [ -- this ocean -- ] has no significance here.

[There's so much he want to let out, but this is neither the place nor time for another outburst. No, everything is supposed to be concealed, a sacred secret. He's already said too much between then and now. Foolish mistakes of his . . .

His own fists clench.]

It doesn't matter what you think is fair.

[Because he doesn't care. Walter would simply rather they all died. Ceased to exist. Be gone.]

[messianic]

[He remains standing firm, shaking his head slowly, wanting so badly to understand.]

Here? But it has significance to you at home, doesn't it?

[asea]

[It does. And he may never return to it -- ]

This is not there.

[messianic]

[...so it does. At home. He nods quietly at that.]

It isn't. That doesn't mean that your home isn't important still, right?

[asea]

[Home. He keeps saying home.]

That place is not important here. All Lamufao cares about is the power of the people from it. [Only to preserve the city -- ] And they have no need to, either.

[messianic]

[...that place.

Why...? He doesn't understand.]

Perhaps they don't. It's not them I care about right now, though. It's you.

You...don't have to abandon your home, do you...?

[asea]

[Him, him. No, it's not him or about him. It has never been about him, and it never will be. Walter turns away again.]

Don't care. I'm not interested in answering any more of your meaningless questions.