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vatheon2013-03-30 02:49 am
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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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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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Yukari just watches him carefully, since the blood is a little hard to ignore. Normally it might bother her, but after dealing with the Dark Hour, she finds herself a bit numb to it now. Even the smell -- which really, could be a lot worse anyway.]
At least you didn't fall into the fountain.
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I think once in my life is enough, thank you.
[As he speaks, though, he's perhaps staring at Yukari a bit more intently than need be.
... It's still strange, to be talking so easily like this with a human—but Yukari is Yukari, and, well. He decided to give this all a chance, didn't he?]
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She smirks a bit at his comment and leaves it at that; but when she notices him staring, she has to break the silence that's formed.]
So . . . you're really okay, then?
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A lot has happened. More than he can fully register right now, at least. And yet, in spite of all that's changed, all he can truly think of is how utterly relieved he is.
He knows that while the storm has passed for now, things will more likely than not get worse from here—but for once, he wants to believe that everything will be all right.
He nods, smiling tiredly but entirely genuinely.]
I am. I think I'm more 'okay' than I have been in a while, to be honest.
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Yeah. I guess blood's never really bothered you, has it?
[Said jokingly.
Actually, now that she thinks about it, she wonders if it's even his . . .]
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I can't say it has, though I would rather it be my opponent's than my own.
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What happened?
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At the question, he looks away for a moment, his expression grimmer as well, before he lets out a sigh.]
We... were under attack.
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. . . Okay, maybe it wasn't that obvious. She notices how his expression darkens, too. Definitely not a topic she'll want to dwell on, but she can't exactly shake away her curiosity that easily either.]
'We'?
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[He vaguely gestures in the direction of his eyes to indicate just what exactly his friends are.]
It was one person. I don't know how he got past our traps, but he did, and...
[He pauses.]
... Do you recall that dream I had?
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. . . She gives a nod, though her demeanor is notably not a confident one.]
A little bit. It's . . . been a while.
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He's seen this family die often enough, and to see Ene die was by far the worst wound.]
... There was a girl in it—my leader. In my dream, she was killed.
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So . . . that actually happened?
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And after how adamant I was that it was nothing but a dream—rather pathetic, isn't it?
[Even now, he certainly wishes it were nothing more than a dream, though by this point, he's too glad that there was more to it than that to fully care anymore.]
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[Which is probably the closest to "don't be so hard on yourself" as she'll get. She's not sure what else to say, yet . . . but she's seen that expression on him before.
Yeah, she'll be treading carefully.]
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... He really is just too tired by this point.]
Well, either way, I'm glad that reality continued where the dream ended. That girl in my dream—Ene, my leader—was killed, but... she's alive now.
[He laughs quietly, briefly—but above all, relieved.]
She's alive now. Really, that's all that matters to me.
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She lets those thoughts stew for a while, seeing how relieved he is while he explains.]
That does change things, doesn't it . . . ? You must've been surprised when you saw her again.
[She knows that feeling all too well.]
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[He smiles weakly.]
To see someone you saw die just moments ago live again—it truly is amazing.
[Of course, it didn't come without a price—none that Tiir had to pay, as far as he's concerned, but a price for her, Lieral, and Ryner.
Still, while he's sorry that Ryner had to suffer in his place, he's grateful beyond anything that Lieral gave Ene life again, as he wasn't sure if he'd have been able to go on back then.]
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[Maybe it hadn't been 'moments ago' for her. In the case of Minato, it felt like forever ago since that day on the rooftop; and in Shinjiro-senpai's case, it'd been months. Several months.
But still . . .]
To have access to magic like that. That is pretty amazing.
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[... Things certainly did turn out weirdly. From trying to kill Lieral to working with him (even if only because Ene told him) to being in his debt forever—]
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Well, then, that uh. Sounds . . . pretty awkward. She does look a little surprised.]
Sounds like you got lucky he was willing to help. Things must've changed, huh?
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Well, after my attempt to kill him, Ene decided to form a partnership of sorts with him, so he spent some time around our group.
[He shrugs.]
You can imagine that I wasn't exactly pleased with it at the time, but now...
[He's utterly thankful that Lieral was their ally, needless to say.]
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Heck, she'd change her tune, too, if it were her.]
Does . . . that kind of power work on anyone?
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It's easy, sometimes, to forget that resurrection wasn't as simple restoring life without any other consequences—but that isn't reality.
He is, above all, grateful to have Ene back, but it's not like life returned to the way it was.
He smiles sadly.]
I don't know. Perhaps it would... but it's not as if it could happen a second time. A power like that doesn't come without a price.
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What was she thinking? It'll never be that easy.]
What happened to him?
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