tiir rumibul; oo5

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon
Where: The plaza.
When: Afternoon
Style: [♥?]
Status: Open!

[It may not be the time for newcomers, but someone's still arriving in the plaza, soaking wet—and also bleeding profusely, because being skewered repeatedly tends to result in that.

Hissing in pain, Tiir collapses onto his knees and onto the pool of blood beneath him. However, for anyone concerned about his wounds who might try to help him, there's no need. After a few moments, his injuries repair themselves, though it takes most of the remains of the magic he's recently devoured.

His memories not quite back yet, his head snaps back up as he looks around. There's a strong temptation to devour the people wandering about, before instincts (?) kick in, telling him that he shouldn't. Why—?

... And it's then that the memories start to trickle in, as he starts to realize where he is. After letting out a frustrated cry, he swears under his breath.]

Damn it—!

[Lieral isn't here. Tiir can't carry out his task like this. Why, again, did Vatheon have to take him at the most inconvenient of times?]

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[closedcircuit]

[People bleeding in the plaza is a thing that badly needs to stop. Ky doesn't take the time to let who it is sink into his brain before heading to him, because who it is doesn't matter. (Even if there's the selfish part of him that hopes it isn't Squall. Not because he's scared of what that might mean for his -- he is, but it's irrelevant -- but because Squall is something like a friend and he's gone missing.

He doesn't stop until he he gets there, then he stops some distance eyes worriedly looking for a source for the blood.]

Should I call for help?

[contemptibility]

Don't bother.

[Tiir slowly stands up, brushing sopping bangs out of his eyes. He definitely looks like he's had better days, but at least he's not still injured.

Likewise, it doesn't quite register who this is yet, as he instead tries to focus on the returning memories—and his current frustration at having been taken during a fight again.]

[closedcircuit]

Or just get anyone at all for you?

[Tiir had said that he has a list of people, perhaps one of them would be able to help him, or maybe they'd just like to see him.]

[contemptibility]

[Right, this was that human, that annoying one who kept talking about justice—

Tiir grits his teeth.]

Stop that.

[Don't pity him. Don't sympathize with him. Don't be kind to him—not when he's trying to deal with the returning sentiment that perhaps not all humans are scum.

Don't. Don't. Don't. This is degrading—]

[♥♥♥]

[fullmetalfanboy]

[He was returning from the library with a book tucked under his arm when he was greeted with the smell of blood. Selim followed his nose to the source. Book was dropped as he crossed over in quick strides to check on the injured male.

Just for a moment, his eyes might have been a different color. Maybe it was just lighting?]

Are you okay, mister? [His gave might be locked on the closing wounds though. That certainly was curious.] What happened? Were you attacked?

[♥♥♥]

[contemptibility]

[Tiir isn't looking closely enough to notice the colour change—and even if he were, he's seen eyes change too much to really take note of it.

He's tempted to snap back, but the fact that it seems to be a child does soften him slightly, even if he's still none too pleased.]

It's nothing.

[booyaka_boom]

*Selphie just sees the guy on the plaza, and at the first sight of blood, she rushes over to give some help. But somehow, as she gets closer and he screams, his wounds seem to heal. So, Selphie ends up standing just by him as he curses.

Concerned, Selphie kneels down to get a better look at the painful-looking heap on the ground. And she extends a reassuring hand towards his shoulder*

[contemptibility]

[He doesn't even bother to look at who it is, instead slapping away the hand as he stands up. He doesn't want reassurance right now.]

[booyaka_boom]

Well gee, if you're gonna be that charming then I'll just leave you here to sulk...

*But she's Selphie, so of course she goes nowhere. Instead, she sits down on the ground beside him, clear of any blood*

[contemptibility]

[Something about those words seems familiar, though it doesn't quite register until Tiir finally looks at her.

He blinks.

... He knows her. It's that girl who kept bothering him before she left. He can't remember her name or if he ever knew it to begin with, but...]

... It's you.

[tsundyne]

[Yukari's almost become numb to people she knows disappearing, by this point. Minato, Serph, then Tiir... Cielo. Even Squall. And of those, only Serph had returned, so far. It stops hurting so badly after a while, and the only thing left is to wonder whether she'd be next. When would it happen, already, and how long would she have to wait?

...Still, the fresh air of the plaza helps.

Even if she hadn't been expecting to see Tiir collapsed over like that.]

...

[Watching the wounds heal leaves her a little speechless. But nevertheless, she approaches, just in time for him to yell out. And she decides to stop a few paces short, to give him space.]

Um...

[Maybe she should...wait until he's not so on edge to say more...]

[contemptibility]

[Though his wounds have healed, Tiir stews in his frustration for a few more moments. He needs to kill Lieral, needs to protect Ryner, needs to do so many things—

He can't be here.

Still, the fact of the matter is that he is. Eventually, his anger begins to fade (even if only somewhat), and he registers the voice, turning to look at her.

... This is someone he knows.]

Yukari...

[tsundyne]

[She can't help but feel a little relieved that he remembers her. It really would've been a pain in the ass if they had to start over again from scratch, so to speak-- and it wouldn't have been the first time she had to do that.

But at the recognition, she steps a bit closer...]

Are you okay?

[...No matter how much he hates pity, she feels obligated to ask.]

[contemptibility]

[Fortunately for Yukari, the fact that he knows her (and, as strange as it is to admit, doesn't mind her), he doesn't snap at her. Rather, as he slowly stands up, he says quietly, if not in a restrained voice—]

Yes. I'm fine.

[It occurs to him that magic would be more than welcome right now, but he's still loathe to directly ask for it from a human.]

/tags Jan instead of just lurking in her plurks GASP

[zelda_hylia]

[All Zelda sees is a man hitting the ground and in pain. She can't see under his clothing, she has no idea that he's been healed up. And though she does recognize him as the man who's made a bloody mess of the locals more than once (she does watch those broadcasts, she just chooses to forward them to the Defense Force rather than respond with her horror), she can't feel any animosity towards him right now. Not when he looks like this.]

Sir?

[Hopefully he doesn't mind her kneeling right next to him. If he can sense it, she is a good source of magic.]

fffffffff

[contemptibility]

[Unfortunately, Tiir lacks that sort of ability, and so barely glances at Zelda as he stands up.

Actually, he essentially ignores her presence as he brushes his wet bangs out of his eyes, surveying the area again as he tries to remember.]

[zelda_hylia]

Ah, don't stand up so quickly! You might still be dizzy from blood loss.

[Though she's hovering nearby to brace him if he stumbles, Zelda doesn't actually touch him. It doesn't seem like a good idea to touch someone she knows can fly into a psychopathic rage suddenly.]

[contemptibility]

[He doesn't even look at her as he speaks.]

I'm fine.

[While it's true that his head is far from clear at the moment and that he might not be entirely steady, he doesn't particularly care.]

[bufudine]

[Serph had been sad to discover Tiir had left the bubble in the time he had been missing. But perhaps it's better that Tiir had returned to his world; Tiir had seemed eager to return to the unfinished business he'd left behind in his world.

So he doesn't expect to see Tiir, blood all over him. Serph can see the damage leaving him -- strange -- and approaches.]

Tiir.

[A single clear, but quiet word.]

[contemptibility]

[For a moment, Tiir doesn't quite register the voice. It's unfamiliar, in a way, and yet familiar to invoke some sense of grief in him. Why—?

And then Tiir looks up, and he remembers.]

Serph...?

[You were gone.]

[bufudine]

[Serph nods at the sound of his name. Yep, he sure is here. And he does what he'd do for any comrade. He silently holds out a hand to help Tiir up.]

[contemptibility]

[Serph, you are almost one step away from getting hugged.

... In any case, a smile breaks out across Tiir's face, as he takes Serph's hand and stands.]

... You're back.

[demonicbookworm]

_{[Ruca approaches the injured person the moment he sees the blood.]}

A-are you okay?

_{[He doesn't even wait for an answer and tries to get a better look at the wound. When he realizes the wound is closing he looks a little surprised first, then sighs with relief.]}

[contemptibility]

[Tiir glances as Ruca as he stands up, before looking away.]

I'm fine.

[He doesn't need pity or sympathy.]

[demonicbookworm]

<sub>[But he's worried.

Ruca frowns slightly.]</sub>

E-even if you say so, I think it would be better if you rest...