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vatheon2012-09-14 03:37 pm
contemptibility) wrote in vatheon2012-09-14 03:37 pm
Entry tags:
tiir rumibul; oo5
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?]
vatheonWhere: 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?]