accidental video ｡ oo1

[contemptibility]

[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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[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[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.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

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.

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[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.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

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?

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

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.]

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

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.

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[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?

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

Eh? Keeping what up? [/oblivious forever]

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

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[... Oh, Red.]

Do you truly need me to say what?

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[Still oblivious—]

What?

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[Just. A light chuckle.]

My, how clueless you seem to be.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[. . . ehhh]

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

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

It's simply the truth. Or do you have a problem with that?

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

W - well, no...

[He's slow and he knows it! :'D He just wants to find out...]

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

Then there's nothing to be angry over.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

I'm not angry...

But, I mean it— [What he said earlier.] Take care.

[Since, it's certain that not everyone will react as calmly as he did.]

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[...]

Such concern is pointless, you realize. Mere humans won't kill me so easily.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

It's not just humans that are in this city. You'll eventually encounter unique beings from other worlds... And, not everyone are "mere humans," either.

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

Ah, 'unique beings', are there? I'd be interested in meeting them, then.

Either way, however, I've no need for your concern.

[He's had his fair share of experiences cheating death, after all.]

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

I know... I can't help it, though.

[A faint smile. It's just how he really is. But he won't bother this person further. He understands that Tiir would need personal time for himself now, to let everything sink in and figure things out.]

Well, bye then...

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

... I've told you before: I'd rather that you didn't try to act so familiar with me.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[Then why are you still here.

Oh, right. Red would most likely forget that all over again later, though.]

S - sorry.

[demoniacals.livejournal.com]

[Oh, shush.]

... You truly are clueless.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

I get told that a lot... [///]