vatheon | 07

Who: Walter and you
Where: Nostalgia Nook
When: Early evening
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Walter treats today like any other day, seeing as how the event revolving around it is none of his concern. And today he pays the Nostalgia Nook a visit, though he's not particularly wealthy in StarFish Tokens, wading through the small crowd of children playing at the park to the heart of the shops. This time, one shop of familiar colors catches his attention, and the peddler behind the booth beckons him to come closer. On the display are a few samples not unlike Walter's attire.

The peddler says something or another about what a coincidence it must be, but Walter is more preoccupied with the pamphlet nearby. He takes it.

Shining Blue
Land encompassed by a shimmering ocean [ . . . ] This shop reflects the culture of mythological creatures.

This is outdated.

The peddler offers in an outstretched hand an orange earring like pair on Walter's left ear. He shakes his head, and says maybe a little coldly,]

I don't need it.

[Sometime after that, he'll be wandering around to familiarize himself with what's there tonight, glimpsing at the occasional pamphlet the stores shove onto him; there may very well be a chance he's looking at one about your world.]

( ooc: Feel free to write vague blurbs on what might be found on the pamphlet for your character's world at his/her respective store! )

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[... Well then.

Tiir picks up the pamphlet, reading it over a few times before he turns to Walter again.]

But you're not 'mythological', are you? Rather, you seem to be quite real.

[It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Walter is part of this 'Radiant', given his previous words.]

[He takes a couple steps from the shop, far enough that, with his naturally low voice, the peddler won't be able to hear them.]

The masses believe otherwise. Wait long enough, and they forget.

[He puts the pamphlet down.]

Hmm? If you say so. I wouldn't really know.

[Well, that helps to confirm that prejudice is something Walter's familiar with as well, which Tiir can sympathize with. Unfortunately, Walter's still not exactly his most favourite person, so.]

Though it would seem this place is giving out false information—a pity.

[A pity if he was trying to get the knowledge of Ferines known, but that's not even the last thing he's going to attempt in Vatheon.]

It doesn't matter. I have no interest in correcting them.

[In fact, the further from the truth they are, the better.]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You would rather live with misconceptions?

Telling the truth isn't going to change anything. It's a waste of time.

[A light, mirthless laugh]

A waste of time? I can understand that, at least. A great deal of humans don't seem to particularly care.

. . . none of them do.

[There's a finality to his tone which suggests he's more or less done talking about this.]

[... Heh.

Isn't this familiar?

Tiir tilts his head with a smile.]

How was your talk with Minato?

[Of course Tiir would remind him of that time he is not at all fond of. Walter exhales, observing Tiir from the corner of his eyes.]

I don't see why that matters to you.

[...]

Minato is someone important to me. Of course it matters.

[ . . .

He still stands by his initial words, and he's never eager to share mundane and pointless details, so Walter starts to walk away. There's nothing he has to say to that.]

[... Ah.]

I take it that means that you didn't quite agree with him.

[A temporary pause.]

. . . He wasted his time.

[... This is all so very familiar.

And so, with a kinder—or at least more neutral—expression, he blinks.]

Because we 'Orerines' are wretches and you know that nothing will change that?

[Yes.]

Are you going to argue against that as well?

I can't say I'm in the habit of considering myself scum.

[But he thinks—about Walter, whom he knows he dislikes, even if not nearly as much as he hates humans back home. At the same time though...]

Though no, I suppose I won't. Of course, should you be rude to any of my friends, you shouldn't expect me to take it quietly.

[It's the principle of the matter. He shouldn't and won't tolerate it.]

However, don't misunderstand—I'm not like Minato. No doubt he hopes for you to believe in others here...

[Tiir doesn't—not when he still doesn't believe in humans either. Certainly, he's been trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, but could he say that he has faith in them as a whole?

No, not at all.]

[It isn't that he expects Tiir to take it lightly; he has no expectations at all for the filth around him. Because that's what they are: filth. Minato's intentions may as well fall on deaf ears, for Walter has no plans of mustering up any hope for Vatheon's people of the land. As he's already stated before, Minato is doing nothing but wasting his time.

Wasting -- away.

And Tiir. All Tiir does is try to cater to the naive wishes of his two friends. Walter isn't so easily swayed. His not saying anything at all in response should be enough indication of that. He's not going to bother taking the time to over think it and formulate a reply.]

[Ha.]

... You truly aren't very talkative, are you?

If that's all, I'm going.

[Yes.]

Do you always avoid questions?

. . . You're asking questions you already know the answer to. You don't need me to parrot it.

[Tiir just looks faintly amused.]

You're still supposed to answer. It's not a proper conversation otherwise.

I have no intention of holding any conversation with you, proper or not.

[Which is why Walter needs to scram, and fast.]

And why not?

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