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vatheon2013-03-30 02:49 am
contemptibility) wrote in vatheon2013-03-30 02:49 am
Entry tags:
tiir rumibul; oo9
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—)]
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—)]
lalala I feel silly
Faris was yoinked over by a local and pretty much just lifted his shoulders before going after his hair.]
Oi. Don't ya know how to dry someone off properly? Get up here so he doesn't get sick.
[Gosh, silly locals.] Also clothes. Go get him something dry to wear if you're going to be adamant about this.
[Those are a lot of layers, man.]
pfffffff
Regardless of your intentions, I don't need all of you doing... this. I'm fine.
no subject
[Wasn't that a great thing? Look how concerned the locals were.]
Alright. This is what we're going to do. Going to take you to a store to get some dry clothes and appease this lot. [Draping the towel over Tiir's head as he slid an arm across his shoulders to pretty much drag him to the closet store.
The locals seemed happy by this. Maybe they won't follow. Ignore the fact that it was a dress shop. Faris wasn't actually going to stick him in a dress. Honest!]
no subject
[alksdjlasd he tenses somewhat at the contact, as it's not entirely welcome and wow he doesn't need you dragging him!
... But if it's getting rid of the locals, then he might as well go along. Except—]
Ah...
[???
HE'S A GUY, OKAY.]
I had thought I got this :<
It seems to be working. Hopefully.
Just going to open the door and usher him in.]
They usually have back doors in these shops, right?
[Snagging a shawl from a display to drape it over him. See locals? He's being taken care of!]
We'll slip out when they aren't paying attention.
pan tag (yay)
[Not like he goes around exploring human shops—but he'll follow his lead and accepts the shawl.]
You seem to have experience with this kind of thing.
pffft. I'm slow <3
[How to answer that? Snagging a hat to pop on top of Tiir's head as well. Why not? It was just black with a red feather sticking out from the top. Giving a wave to the local behind the counter as he headed for the stock room.]
Let's just say that it comes with the job.
[Oh! Back door. Awesome. Faris removes himself from Tiir's space to open the door.] After you.
no worries <3
[... He feels slightly ridiculous like this, but if it gets him away from the locals, then he supposes he can't complain.]
... How kind of you.
[Stepping out!]
\o
[Not like anyone is going to see him like that-
Well, anyone who actually mattered?]
Or you can just drop all the special names and call me a pirate.
[Whatever rocks Tiir's boat. Following behind.]
Think the coast is clear, bucko. Might want to keep to the alleys.
o/
[Normally, he wouldn't care for a human's name, but, well.]
... You don't really suppose they'd go to that extreme, do you?
[Then again, given the local's... enthusiasm, nothing is sure.]