tiir rumibul; oo9

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Noon
Where: Plaza
Style: [c:?]
Status: Open!

[It comes as a somewhat unpleasant shock to suddenly awaken, drenched. The water mixes with the not-quite-dry blood in Tiir's clothes, with tears in them indicating that at least some of the blood is likely his own, creating a bit of a watery bloody mess. His eyes are red—and not in his usual manner, that is—like he's been crying recently. While disoriented for a bit as he gets up, his memories of Vatheon return to him soon enough, fortunately, and combined with everything that's happened back home, there's so much he needs to sort out—]

Ah—?

[—Not that he gets the time to, as there's suddenly there's a local up in his personal bubble with a towel, wiping at his hair, face, and anywhere there's blood, really. Tiir's gut instinct is 'kill her', before quickly reminding himself that that would be a Bad Thing, and likewise deciding that even knocking her unconscious would probably be excessive force (and he never expected to think that about a human, but, well, things have changed).

And so, as he tries to decide just how much force he can use to stop her while still not being rude, exactly, he protests, though his voice is hoarse, as if his throat's been torn to shreds.]

I'm not some child, so don't touch me, hu—

[Wait, no. Using "human" as an insult is also a Bad Thing. Trying to overcome his hatred, right. Reminding himself of that, Tiir settles for more... normal protests that ultimately seem to have no effect as he attempts to back away.]

Honestly, I'm fine.

[... Ryner told him to trust humans, but he didn't tell him how to deal with fussy humans who apparently have no concept of personal space, damn it.

Help him out? (Or ignore him and his awkward misery—)]

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[donotcomprehend]

... Tiir.

[The plaza always seems to end up covered in blood whenever someone returns. But at least Tiir has come back- if he's not been returned without his memories, at least, which is a possibility, considering the time of month.

It's impossible to tell without asking. Which is what Gale does.]

Would you like to return to the base?

[contemptibility]

[Upon seeing Gale, Tiir pushes the local way with another protest, before turning to Gale.

... Ah. For all that he dislikes about Vatheon, it's always nice to know that he still has a place here.]

Of course. How are things?

[donotcomprehend]

So you do remember. [Gale gives a pleased nod.] It is the time of month for newcomers. [In other words, he was worried Tiir was one. But he brushes that off.]

Uneventful, but for your disappearance.

[contemptibility]

My memory's a bit muddled right now, but things should clear up soon enough.

[And with that, everything he needs to think about.

His head leans to the side slightly.]

Oh? Well, I suppose that's better than something ill happening. And what about you? How are you?

[donotcomprehend]

There has been renewed discussion of our feeding. We may not be close to a solution, but there are new theories to be tested, if Zelda is to be believed.

[Which is... good. There have been plenty of moral struggles over this, especially after getting back from the real world and seeing the way the Karma Society hunted.]

[contemptibility]

Is there? I'm glad to hear that.

[He's never exactly had any problems with devouring others—though all things considered, he realizes that he should rethink that, particularly back home—but he knows that it's been an issue for the Embryon.]

Do you know what kind of theories?

[donotcomprehend]

I do not know the details, but there was a discussion of souls.

[He'd love to get details, but all of his information in this situation is secondhand. Maybe when they get closer to figuring it out, he'll learn more.]

[contemptibility]

... Souls? Interesting. That sounds similar to the way my powers work, though I doubt it's the same...

[After all, it's not as if his situation is the same as the Embryon.]