contemptibility | accidental video ｡ oo1

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accidental video ｡ oo1

[ooc: As a warning, this post contains cannibalism, blood, and all that stuff, though nothing especially descriptive.]

[The feed turns on to reveal a figure, sopping wet. A newcomer—nothing usual in itself. What might be of more interest, however, is the fact that he appears somewhat battered, with the blood running down his face making it clear that he's been injured recently.

Unsurprisingly, he seems rather disoriented as he looks around, taking in his surroundings before wiping away at the blood running over his eyes. An annoyed look passes through his face, and then—

—And then things take a turn for the unusual, as his eyes glow red and he then proceeds to grab the head of the nearest unsuspecting local.

Fortunately, his back is to his feed, his body hiding the local's, so the... gorier details can't be seen, though the blood flying from roughly where the poor person's head should be is likely a good indicator of what's going on. The sounds, at least, should make it even clearer.

Finally, he drops the now quite dead local to the ground with a thud, before turning in the direction of the SFC, his eyes back to their normal blue. The more observant might notice that he no longer seems wounded, his injuries healed.

There is also, rather prominently, far more blood splattered across his face, which he wipes at with his sleeve, leaving behind red smears.

A smirk, before he speaks.]

Well then... I suppose I should figure out where I am.

[And then his expression becomes serious, as he mutters to himself.]

If this is Gastark's doing...

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Eheh... I can't really prove something like that now. It's up to others to determine if I am or not. It's not something I can control...

This is how I really feel. A lot of people laughed at me for it, but I always felt that since we're all in the same situation, maybe we can all help each other.

I'm not asking them to help me if they really don't want to, though... But, if there's something I can do, even if it's just a little thing, I want to do it.

Ah, but it's far easier to say something like that than to actually carry it through. Coming from a human, such words are meaningless to me.

[Sorry, Red, but Tiir's... stubborn.]

I don't mind. [He's... actually happy enough with Tiir accepting the towel. He shifts the basket in hand, then turns slightly.]

Um... If you would like to come with me, I can lead you to where you can get dry clothes.

[Red is just as stubborn, it all works out. c:]

[A pause, as he thinks this over.]

... Well, I suppose that would be the wisest course of action to take.

[While he could likely find clothes on his own, he has no real reason to turn down the offer. It's a trivial enough thing so that it shouldn't matter.]

Then... let's go, okay?

[Red gives him an assuring smile for a second, then turns around to lead the way. But he stops at one corner and looks back again, realizing—]

Oh! My name is Red, by the way.

There's no need to make it sound as if we're friends.

[Aka stop being so friendly—]

[B-but... it's only a name. ;_;]

Sorry...

[Well, it's fine, as long as Tiir has a name to look back on... Maybe not now, but with how everything is here, it would be better to have at least one person to contact.

He turns around again and continues to walk down the street, eventually arriving at the side of a boutique. He gestures to it after they stop.]

Well... Just let them know that you're a newcomer. They'll let you have what you need.

[There is no such thing as positive relationships when it comes to normal humans and Tiir. No such thing.]

Then I take it no payment is needed.

[Well. Miracles can happen . . . c:]

That's right.

[This time, he slides out a brochure from that basket. He shows the cover, displaying the name "Vatheon," clearly printed.]

After that, I'll let you have this, and... this. [He sways his hand with the basket a little.]

This one contains basic information about this place. It also has a map.

How convenient. Though, over being compensated, I'd rather not have been brought here to begin with.

[His smirk takes on a wryer note.]

You're quite the helpful one, aren't you?

[Though seeing as how it was said in his usual smug/nonchalant tone, it might be a bit hard to take as a compliment.]

I suppose I'll have to accept basic information for now.

A lot of us feel the same way, but... there's really little we can do.

[He's been trying so hard, for all too long. And he wasn't alone in that, either.]

Then, please take your time. I'll hold unto them while you change.

Is there? I suppose I'll have to see for myself.

[He can't be stuck here, damn it. He has things he needs to do...

But with that, he enters the boutique.]

[While waiting, Red leans against the wall and sits on the ground, knees in front of him. He puts the brochure in the basket again, then sets it aside on the floor next to him.]

... I think you're a good person.

[It's just a feeling. He says that to himself, really, since Tiir is already inside at this point.

If Tiir just murders people for the hell of it, why didn't he hurt him at all? He was nice enough to word things that he did, instead of pushing him away completely. He wants to find out this person's reasons... There's definitely a story behind it.

At the same time, he doesn't want to push his luck. He didn't want to intrude into anyone's life, too. Maybe Tiir is just scared of being hurt.]

[In order?

Because he didn't feel like it.

Because he doesn't hold back in his opinions.

Because of a lifetime defined by racism, on both his part and the other side's.

Be glad that he wasn't around for that comment, Red, as he might've killed you for it. After all, if there was even just the possibility that Tiir might've believed in his kindness... then he'd rather have simply eliminated that possibility right there and then.

... Maybe a part of him is scared of being hurt.

Either way, he eventually emerges from the store—dressed in black, as it's his standard colour—with his normal clothes in a bag.]

Ah, you're still here, after all.

I said I'd hold unto it for you, right?

[He stands up shortly, then offers the basket out now.]

You should be able to find your own place to stay after reading the brochure.

[He takes the basket, albeit without thanks—though that should come as no surprise.]

Among humans? I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that.

What? [Shinking a little here. If Tiir doesn't want to stay in, how is he going to sleep properly? This is definitely a concern! ~~Please don't turn into a hobo.~~]

Well, there are houses that you can occupy by yourself, aside from apartments...

Um, if you really want a private place— [He turns a bit, then points out to the distant Forest Quadrant.] There's a forest over there. Not much people come into that area. Even if they did, they won't really stay long.

B - but, there's really no houses there at all. How are you going to sleep?

I'm used to travel. It's hardly a big deal.

[And while he does prefer shelter, thank you, he's too used to living estranged from humans to be anywhere near comfortable with the idea of living so close to them for a long period of time.]

Oh...

[Well, if camping is this person's style, then that's... good enough to hear. He won't have to worry too much.]

All right. Then, I guess... I hope you take care.

[Either that or he'll just. Apartment hop or something because staying in one place for too long is also something that he's not quite comfortable with, being used to living on the run.]

You're still keeping that up?

Eh? Keeping what up? [/oblivious forever]

[... There's a reason why Green constantly facepalms over Red's company, after all.]

[... Oh, Red.]

Do you truly need me to say what?

[Still oblivious—]

What?

[Just. A light chuckle.]

My, how clueless you seem to be.

[. . . ehhh]

[Being teased makes Red puff his cheeks a little!]

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