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caughtinanetwork2012-01-31 01:05 pm
contemptibility) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-01-31 01:05 pm
video; oo1
[Warning: Violence, death, and implied cannibalism.]
[When the feed turns on, all that can be seen is a dim shot of the ground, the SFC presumably lying somewhere in an alleyway, forgotten. Then there's movement, as a foot collides with it, knocking it around until its position changes, capturing the scene more clearly.
Tiir's standing, surrounded by three locals—or rather, four, with the fourth lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
... The blood and all-too-pleased look on Tiir's face, along with his glowing eyes, should make it clear exactly who the culprit is here.
Then there's another flash of movement, as the upper half of one local is suddenly sliced off—those with sharper eyes might've caught that Tiir did it with his hand, now covered in blood. However, he doesn't waste any time in using his momentum to swing up in the opposite direction, cutting off the arm of the second local. He easily catches it as it flies into the air, before lunging towards the third local, grabbing his head with his free hand. A bit of pressure, and then—
And then it bursts, drenching Tiir in blood, though he hardly seems to mind, his smirk never faltering. Taking a hold of the body before it falls, he throws it at the local whose arm he cut off, knocking him unconscious.]
Not much of a meal, but it'll have to do...
[Placing the arm in his mouth, he then starts to drag the unconscious local behind him—before he notices the SFC. A blink, after which he removes the arm from his mouth, casually tossing it to the side before picking up the SFC.]
Ah... this device does seem to enjoy activating at the strangest of times, doesn't it?
[Though it should be obvious from his tone and expression that he's not sorry at all, before he turns it off—]
[When the feed turns on, all that can be seen is a dim shot of the ground, the SFC presumably lying somewhere in an alleyway, forgotten. Then there's movement, as a foot collides with it, knocking it around until its position changes, capturing the scene more clearly.
Tiir's standing, surrounded by three locals—or rather, four, with the fourth lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
... The blood and all-too-pleased look on Tiir's face, along with his glowing eyes, should make it clear exactly who the culprit is here.
Then there's another flash of movement, as the upper half of one local is suddenly sliced off—those with sharper eyes might've caught that Tiir did it with his hand, now covered in blood. However, he doesn't waste any time in using his momentum to swing up in the opposite direction, cutting off the arm of the second local. He easily catches it as it flies into the air, before lunging towards the third local, grabbing his head with his free hand. A bit of pressure, and then—
And then it bursts, drenching Tiir in blood, though he hardly seems to mind, his smirk never faltering. Taking a hold of the body before it falls, he throws it at the local whose arm he cut off, knocking him unconscious.]
Not much of a meal, but it'll have to do...
[Placing the arm in his mouth, he then starts to drag the unconscious local behind him—before he notices the SFC. A blink, after which he removes the arm from his mouth, casually tossing it to the side before picking up the SFC.]
Ah... this device does seem to enjoy activating at the strangest of times, doesn't it?
[Though it should be obvious from his tone and expression that he's not sorry at all, before he turns it off—]
[voice]
[Literally. He can stand there as they blast him with yummy delicious spells.]
So what is it then, you have something against our magic?
[voice]
[He'd prefer it over this, even. But—]
However, I had my reasons for asking for a favour back then. It wasn't meant to be a common occurrence.
[voice]
And why not? Is right now really so different--or were you just desperate back then?
[voice]
Well, I suppose that's one way of putting it.
[voice]
You're taking this so lightly. I don't really understand what about this is so funny.
[voice]
[voice]
That person had a right to live, and you took it away. Just what kind of world do you come from where that's something to laugh about?
[voice]
[... There's one thing she said that strikes him, though. He smiles grimly, even though she can't see it.]
But... the right to live? And what exactly determines that? What gives anyone the right to, in turn, decide who has the right to live and who doesn't?
[His tone still retains its typical smug quality, but if Yukari's listening closely, there's also a fair amount of bitterness in it as well.]
[voice]
At least, not for the moment.]
It's not like it's some sacred right. We all pass judgement on who should live and who shouldn't, based on who they are and the morals and values that we've picked up in or lives.
The only difference here is that you acted on yours. So you tell me: what made you think that your need for "food" was more important than his life?
[Especially when he'd had other options he decided not to pursue?]
[voice]
[voice]
...No, you aren't the only one. But you are the one I'm speaking with at the moment.
[A pause.]
And now you're speaking as if humans are the only ones who have trouble seeing their own flaws.
[So do you, Tiir.]
[voice]
You'll have to forgive me if I don't see what I did as a particular 'flaw' of any kind. I simply choose not to play by the rules of humans.
[voice]
[Sarcasm. But she knows he doesn't really care.]
What are you, anyway?
[voice]
[Yeah, he doesn't. It's kind of hard to when you've never really not been surrounded by them.]
That always does seem to be the question.
[voice]
Uh-huh. So what's the matter, afraid to answer it?
[voice]
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[voice]
[voice]
[They both are at this point. Stubborn.]
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