vatheon | tiir rumibul; oo3

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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[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.

[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.)]

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

Here to scorn me?

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.]

[... 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.]

[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.

[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?]

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.]

[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.]

But not here?

[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.]

[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.]

[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!]

[He twists back around to move the target arm out of the way while delivering a punch with the other hand. Consequently, with part of his attention on retaliating, the arm suffers a decent gash from Tiir's attack.

Blood.

Not a big deal. It could've been worse.]

[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.]

[... 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?

[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?

[Likewise, Tiir twists away to dodge the attack, but not enough, as the punch still connects with his shoulder, sending him back a bit.

He doesn't waste any time, however, in jumping for the nearest roof—but, in the process, he aims to slice off Walter's arm again.]

[Ignoring the throbbing of his just injured forearm, Walter pulls the attacking arm back before it springs forward again. In the midst of the thrust, a compact form of his teriques forms around his nails and flies towards Tiir. He already knows it's ineffective; hence, its primary goal is to distract Tiir from reaching his arm, and it quickly dissipates when the adversary hops onto the roof.

This would be the ideal time to use eres, but he remembers the ordeal in the dreamscape and instead clenches his fists, waiting for Tiir to make the next move.]

[He simply laughs from where he's standing on top of the roof before leaping off in a flash, this time trying to grab Walter's head.]

[When he practically disappears like that, it gives Walter absolutely nothing to predict Tiir's movements, and so he calls upon a black spherical barrier to envelop himself at the last second -- again, as a way of staving of Tiir for a good second or two to make time to draw back, because he doesn't doubt that Tiir's body will eat through it. And when that happens, he leaps back to create space for a two-hit kick.]

[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?

[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.]

[He tilts his head to one side.]

Isn't it obvious?

[Yes. But -- ]

Then why?

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