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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—)]
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It didn't feel right. But she is reminded, and she remembers.
Then finally:]
I can't . . . imagine she was too happy about that.
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To be honest, Tiir really doesn't like thinking about it at all, and prefers to deal with it with a 'if it's relevant, I'll talk about it' mindset, but, well... it's relevant now, isn't it?]
She doesn't know. [...] Well, she had the ability to see the future, and Ryner did tell me that she foresaw her own death, so she might've known, but...
[It doesn't matter anymore.]
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Yukari won't ask him to continue, but she does think about it. She wonders, but leaves it at that; considering if it were her in his position, she probably would've already walked away.
Or tried to.]
Hmm . . .
It's all the past now, right?