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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[contemptibility]

[And sure enough, the barrier dissolves when Tiir comes into contact with it. At the kick, however, Tiir jumps back, his smirk never faltering.]

Not going to run? Then again, I suppose you can't, can you?

[asea]

[Recalling his extended leg, he stands straight and pins Tiir with a glare.]

What do you want?

[Besides an arm and a head. He knows Tiir means to kill him, but this is entirely too sudden after everything. Still, it's not surprising in the least.]

[contemptibility]

[He tilts his head to one side.]

Isn't it obvious?

[asea]

[Yes. But -- ]

Then why?

[contemptibility]

Hmm...

[He appears thoughtful, before smiling mirthlessly.]

Well, if I must have a reason, then it's because I simply don't like you.

[asea]

[It must have to do with that girl. It would explain Tiir's borderline explosive behavior. They've never liked each other, anyway. And they never will.

His frown deepens.]

There's no longer any point to talking.

[There will be no running here as Walter falls back into position.]

[contemptibility]

[His smirk widens.]

Very well.

[A flash of red—and then Tiir's behind Walter once more, moving to slice across his chest.]

[asea]

[Seeing the incoming flash of Tiir's hand, Walter raises both arms to shield his chest. Consequently, his forearms take in another (bordering on deep but largely superficial) gash as he falls back before spinning on his heels for a side kick to the rib.]

[contemptibility]

[The kick connects, albeit just as Tiir jumps back, minimizing the damage.

He jumps forward again—but now, instead of appearing behind or in front of Walter, he attacks from above, aiming to grab his head.]

[asea]

[It's a little harder to judge distance and speed when Tiir is descending upon him. Walter has just enough time to step back, which removes his head from the line of range but as a consequence exposes his non-dominant shoulder for the grip instead. Not entirely as planned, though preferable to what could have been -- ]

[contemptibility]

[Well, never let it be said that Tiir can't go with the flow of things.

And so, when he ends up grabbing Walter's shoulder instead, he doesn't hesitate to throw him into a building wall.]

[asea]

[The feeling of being picked up and thrown is something Walter is far too well acquainted with at this point, especially after his last scuffle with Tiir. The unfortunate part is that, however much he braces himself for it, it still knocks the breath out of him when he collides against the building wall and tumbles onto the cobblestones -- the fortunate part is that his back took the brunt of the hit, and not somewhere more vital.

He promptly rolls back up, inhales, then kicks off for a punch.]

[contemptibility]

[His eyes wide as he smirks, he jumps back, before lunging forward again in a flash, aiming to grab Walter's neck and slam him back against the wall.]

[asea]

[This time, his neck does indeed get caught. Stubbornly, Walter grits his teeth as his back smashes against the wall again, and swings his arm in an arc to punch Tiir in the face.]

[contemptibility]

[Tiir tries to back away, but he's too late—the punch connects.]

You—!

[This time, annoyed by the hit, it's Tiir's turn to grit his teeth. He lunges forward again, but now he's aiming simply to stab through Walter's chest.]

[asea]

[The annoyance is mutual.

As Tiir lunges, Walter rolls off to the side -- to safety, which the wall might not be able to say the same for. Pushing off, he quickly kicks out to catch Tiir in the stomach.]

[contemptibility]

[When his hand connects with the wall instead, Tiir pushes himself away from it, dodging Walter's kick. Spinning slightly on his heel, he reaches out to grab Walter's leg.]

[asea]

[Still in the process of twisting and just about to return, there's really nothing to stop Tiir from reaching his leg. And so it gets caught, and Walter begins to steel himself -- ]

[contemptibility]

[Tiir smirks—a wide smirk that spells danger for anyone who isn't him.

... Unfortunately, Walter happens to fit that requirement.

And so, Tiir pulls, intending to rip Walter's leg off—]

[asea]

[The pain is instantaneous; unsurprisingly so, given the sheer velocity at which Tiir makes his move. The bones and tendons in his legs break and tear near immediately, then he bleeds internally --

The pain and shock knocks him off his good foot, and he hits the ground unceremoniously with a strangled gasp.]

[1/3]

[messianic]

[Minato heard the commotion.

He's tasked with defending Vatheon, but that's not why he is drawn to the noise; he's drawn to the noise for the simple reason that there may be someone who needs his help.

He will always be there for anyone who needs his help.

So he is running, skidding into the street--

And he freezes.]

[2/3]

[messianic]

[Blood. Blood and blood and Walter and Tiir and--

No no no no no no.

Guriko is gone.

He should have expected this.

But he messed up. He got tied up. He hadn't wanted to think about it, because imouto--

His screw up. Walter shouldn't have had to pay for it.

And a pained shout--]

Tiir-san!

[3/3]

[messianic]

[But there's really no time to lose.

Walter is very badly injured--so Minato just whips out his Evoker, bringing it to the side of his head in one fluid motion and firing.

Bang!

And Messiah appears, the Persona always nearest and closest to his heart and mind, and the wide-ranged, soothing white light of Salvation settles upon both Walter and Tiir.

It always leaves him breathing rather heavily, a healing spell of that magnitude, but it is important--

And only then does he fearlessly run forward.]

[1/2]

[contemptibility]

[At Minato's voice, Tiir halts, his eyes widening.

Minato.

He lets go of Walter's leg, jumping back in case of retaliation—though, all things considered, Walter isn't in any condition to make a proper counterattack. Dimly, his mind registers the magic, but mostly, he's simply staring at Minato.

... Just like back then, he's painfully aware of how this looks—is. He's covered in blood and just killed someone—and was about to kill another. Shame will never be a familiar feeling to him, but it rains down on him once more.

... Ah. Haha—he hasn't changed at all, has he?

He can't understand why Minato respects him at all. Minato should hate him, as he stands for everything Minato's against. Rejection, killing (eyes that "devour life"—he was born to take life, never preserve it). He should hate him for everything—but by this point, Tiir can't even will himself to wish for Minato to do that.

Rather, he's pleading inside for Minato never hate him. He's not a God's Eyes bearer, so he has no reason to stay with him—but don't let him hate him, however selfish that wish is.

He's taking advantage of his kindness.

(And he hates this place all the more, because he never doubted himself like this before, never felt ashamed—)]

[2/2]

[contemptibility]

[—Then he won't think about it.

If it's a hindrance, then it's better not to think about it. Self-doubt and shame won't get him anywhere—so he has to be sure of himself.

(Even if he hasn't been for a long time now.)

He can't afford to make mistakes, after all.

And so, he closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them again as he smirks at Walter.]

Well, well. It seems fortune is on your side today...