tiir rumibul (
contemptibility) wrote2011-08-24 05:19 pm
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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...
[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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And though you may say that, I've yet to see proof of such a thing. Again, such decorated words hold no meaning for me.
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Have you been willing to look for it?
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[...]
I do believe that you have been unfairly treated. But the answer to that is not to act unfairly towards others. What would that accomplish?
If you want change, you're going to have to give us the chance to change.
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[...]
I have no reason to believe in pointless desires, after all.
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At the very least, I want to understand better, so I don't make the same mistakes other humans have made towards you.
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He doesn't believe so, but he won't outwardly disagree. He simply bows his head placatingly.]
I'm sorry that you think so.
But I would still like to understand your viewpoint, and your perspective.
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Does it have to benefit me...?
You don't have to believe in me either. Will it cause harm if you explain to me what is wrong?
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But it doesn't have to. Not if understanding is made.
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And why give humans that chance when they never take it? It doesn't matter how much you give them—they'll never return it in the end.
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And then he sighs, shaking his head.]
Because without chances, nothing will ever change.
Either way, it is your decision. You don't have to tell me anything--but if you ever do want to, I would be happy to listen.
[He falls silent for a moment longer, and then--]
Could I at least know your name?
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... After all, it's always been a simple fact of his life: to try and connect with humans will only bring him pain.
And so, there is no reason to even try, because believing will only make it worse.]
... Tiir Rumibul.
[He won't ask for Minato's.]
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Instead he sighs quietly and bows his head in greeting.]
It's a pleasure, Rumibul-san.
I hope that you are able to adjust soon, and find a way back to what you need to do.
[And then he turns and begins to walk away. He won't give up, certainly--but he also won't impose on someone who clearly does not want his company.]