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—)]

Comments

[asea]

[Walter is more than willing to brush past the scene when a hand clamps over his shoulder from behind. He stiffens and glances over his shoulder, where another local nearly shoves a towel in his face and motions over to Tiir. They're only a couple of yards away; handing the towel over would take seconds. Not that Walter is willing, but it's a battle he was destined to lose from the start.

He marches over to Tiir and the local, and extends the towel to the latter as he ignores the former. Yet the moment he attempts to pull away, this local clamps a hand over his shoulder and bids him to help out in wiping down the poor foreigner who has returned.

. . . Indeed, it's odd that Tiir is as soaked to the bone as any other newcomer, but it's not Walter's business what he's been up to. Or where he's been by the coral's whims.

In the end, it's another battle he's destined to lose as the female local suddenly grabs his arm and raises it to Tiir's chest so that the towel in his grasp rubs at the dampness. It's awkward for all parties involved but that of the local, who systematically pulls Walter's arm into a circular motion, then a pat to soak in the water—

Walter jerks his arm away.]

[booyaka_boom]

*First off, Selphie just spots a newcomer having a bit of an issue with a local. But closer she gets she realises that it's Tiir - he's back! So she rushes on over, knowing that this can only mean trouble for the poor woman*

Here...Let me take that.

*She smiles, just about managing to pull the towel from the woman's hands, then passes it to Tiir so that he can sort himself out, as she's sure that's so much more preferable*

Welcome back.

[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?

action

[techno_shaman]

[So it would appear that one of the Embryon's honorary tribe members has returned. They haven't spoken much, but perhaps Sera can get the local to stop invading his personal bubble? She joins the two of them, a towel in her hand.]

He'll be okay! Please... [Please leave him alone. She's too nice to scold them or scare them off.]

[demonicbookworm]

<sub>[Well last time he met Tiir it seemed like Ruca was only a bother to him, but... he couldn't just simply ignore it, when he saw that Tiir had trouble with a local.

Ruca quickly grabs a towel and rushes to the woman and Tiir.]</sub>

E-excuse me! Um, I'll make sure he's okay, so... could you please... leave this to me?

_{[He isn't sure how to tell someone to go away without sounding rude.]}

[tsundyne]

[Yukari is walking about the Plaza, which is more crowded than usual, as to be expected. She's been lazier with greeting the newcomers this month, so maybe she's trying to make up for it today -- but she stops rather abruptly when she sees the commotion, and a familiar head of black hair at the center of it.

. . . Though he's left and returned before, a part of her thought she wouldn't see him again. Her mouth parts in surprise as she observes the scene, unsure of how to react, but she feels like she's gotta do something. The local hasn't noticed her, but that would change.]

S'cuse me.

[Yukari's voice is firm as she approaches -- just on the verge of being angry, but only to scare the poor girl off.]

Someone over there needs your help. Can I take over from here?

lalala I feel silly

[seablaze]

[That means he wanted more humans without the definition of personal space, right?

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.]