voice/video; oo2

[contemptibility]

[Warning: Blood, implied death (of some poor natives), and implied cannibalism.]

Aha. Hahaha…

[At first, the feed is black, as the video hasn’t been turned on, so there’s nothing but laughter—rather hollow laughter at that. It starts off quiet, but gradually increases in volume—]

Hahaha—!

[He’s probably sounding a tad crazy, before his laugh dies down and in its place are the sounds of movement. Many will probably recognize the sounds of fighting, albeit a very one-sided fight, with the noise of something splattering across the ground. For a moment afterwards, there’s silence, and then—well, you’re probably better off not identifying the sounds.

And then, once more, everything is quiet, save for something that’s either crying or more laughter. That lasts for a few seconds, before there’s the sound of movement again—a jump, to be precise. Another few moments pass, and then the video feed finally turns on—]

Well, everyone.

[Standing on the roof of a building, Tiir smiles bitterly, his eyes still glowing a faint red. He then wipes the blood off his mouth with his sleeve, though specks still remain on his face.]

I hope you’re all having a good day.

[Minato—

And with that, the feed clicks off.]

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action;

[asea]

[He doesn't laugh.

It figures that he'd be on his way elsewhere when Tiir's mess obstructs it. Walter is no stranger to such gruesome sights, however, and he proves that he has no interest in deriving pleasure from Tiir's suffering -- or anything, really -- as he steps around the broken bodies.

The suffering of another who isn't Ferines means nothing to him.]

action;

[contemptibility]

[Fortunately, even in his grief-driven anger, Tiir is rational enough to realize that he doesn't particularly desire Walter's death.

Still, it doesn't stop him from sitting down, as he swings his legs idly and calls out once more.]

I could kill you right now, you know.

[However, the dimming of his eyes should make his intentions clear.

... Heh. Didn't he say something similar to Minato once? And just like then, he doesn't quite understand why he doesn't—]

action;

[asea]

[Walter doesn't so much as grace Tiir with a glance or a momentary pause. He continues walking, the distance between them increasing.

He doesn't quite agree that Tiir could kill him right then and there. While it is true that the power difference is notable, he refuses to be such easy prey. He isn't. He must be strong; he is strong.

And he replies.]

Take it up with Lamufao.

action;

[contemptibility]

[It's just the kind of curt reply Tiir expected from Walter. The predictability of it makes him laugh—just as empty of a laugh as before.]

... Perhaps.

[He doesn't move from where he is, instead watching Walter walk away.]