[It's an ugly and undignified thing, to be ripped from the dirt like a weed. His clothes are ruined by the process, formalwear tattered and dirt-stained, opposite of the polished white dream beginning to fade from his mind. He understands where he is — but it doesn't mean he will like it, or truly comprehend why him when it means he must be separated from his family, from his duty.
Still, the fact of his presence is reassuring. His soul is one piece of many; if he lives, so can they. Eventually.
Out of the ground, Tyki hauls himself unaided, where he stands and begins to brush off his clothes with a well-worn sigh. If there is anyone in proximity, he'll say:] Couldn't there be a better way? I get the symbolism, trust me. New beginnings and all that. But it's just so... primitive.
[However, if he should chance upon another hand grasping into the light, Tyki will take it by the wrist and haul them to salvation with a powerful yank. Still looking annoyed, filthy, and tired.] Don't thank me for it yet. How do you feel about the end of the world? It's a rude awakening for sure.
II. BOUGH-BREAKER, ROOT-QUAKER
[This is really not an ideal situation, somehow getting worse every minute. The miasma is toxic; Tyki isn't used to such a corrosive smell, shielding his mouth and nose against it as he trespasses through that cavernous place. And all the while the Noah in his mind is growing louder, like a ringing black bell — it isn't as if he's denied himself violence in the past. But this clearly is not the time or place. Without his abilities, as Tyki had noticed immediately, anything he does won't even be satisfying. Or so he tells himself.]
What is the purpose of this 'Tree of Life' again? Do we really need to save it? We ought to be on our way, I think, for our own sakes.
III. HIGHSTORM
[The choice is obvious, and Tyki does not spend much longer agonizing in the end. Perhaps he will change his mind at a later time. He isn't resolved against this — but he sees no reason to bring back a world full of God, and Innocence, and troublesome little Exorcists stepping on his toes. A new world is what the Earl had in mind for them to begin with, in those three days of darkness. If Tyki is here, then the Noah will be resurrected just the same. So there is no issue at all. Wipe the slate entirely clean.
He is avoiding the reflection pool, however, after he had crossed it by accident and witnessed an unpleasant memory of a sword slicing through him. (REF: 1, 2.) There were strangers nearby; he can only hope they did not witness it too.
At one of the tables, picking over a plate of fancy hors d'oeuvres, Tyki makes small talk with his company.]
So, what happens if that little crystal is destroyed? The 'Shard', was it?
IV. COMMUNION/WILDCARD
A. [The images received through Communion are senseless and overwhelming — twisted mangled bodies, death and war, chaos, countered at odds with sentiments of warmth and compassion, an evocative enjoyment that pervades everything. Somewhere within this reel of countless lifetimes comes a question. It is not spoken in words, but somehow solidifies in the recipient's mind all the same.
Do you believe in God?]
B. [A more normal Communion this time, please ignore that other thing.]
Does anyone know where I might be able to find some new clothes? I'm afraid these are beyond repair.
[And a brief image of his filthy suit.]
[ooc: Open to other ideas or scenarios! Hit me up at magisterium if you want to plot, I have no plans for team stuff, I am wingin' it. Also pretend I didn't change my character plans at the last second.]
tyki mikk | d.gray-man
[It's an ugly and undignified thing, to be ripped from the dirt like a weed. His clothes are ruined by the process, formalwear tattered and dirt-stained, opposite of the polished white dream beginning to fade from his mind. He understands where he is — but it doesn't mean he will like it, or truly comprehend why him when it means he must be separated from his family, from his duty.
Still, the fact of his presence is reassuring. His soul is one piece of many; if he lives, so can they. Eventually.
Out of the ground, Tyki hauls himself unaided, where he stands and begins to brush off his clothes with a well-worn sigh. If there is anyone in proximity, he'll say:] Couldn't there be a better way? I get the symbolism, trust me. New beginnings and all that. But it's just so... primitive.
[However, if he should chance upon another hand grasping into the light, Tyki will take it by the wrist and haul them to salvation with a powerful yank. Still looking annoyed, filthy, and tired.] Don't thank me for it yet. How do you feel about the end of the world? It's a rude awakening for sure.
II. BOUGH-BREAKER, ROOT-QUAKER
[This is really not an ideal situation, somehow getting worse every minute. The miasma is toxic; Tyki isn't used to such a corrosive smell, shielding his mouth and nose against it as he trespasses through that cavernous place. And all the while the Noah in his mind is growing louder, like a ringing black bell — it isn't as if he's denied himself violence in the past. But this clearly is not the time or place. Without his abilities, as Tyki had noticed immediately, anything he does won't even be satisfying. Or so he tells himself.]
What is the purpose of this 'Tree of Life' again? Do we really need to save it? We ought to be on our way, I think, for our own sakes.
III. HIGHSTORM
[The choice is obvious, and Tyki does not spend much longer agonizing in the end. Perhaps he will change his mind at a later time. He isn't resolved against this — but he sees no reason to bring back a world full of God, and Innocence, and troublesome little Exorcists stepping on his toes. A new world is what the Earl had in mind for them to begin with, in those three days of darkness. If Tyki is here, then the Noah will be resurrected just the same. So there is no issue at all. Wipe the slate entirely clean.
He is avoiding the reflection pool, however, after he had crossed it by accident and witnessed an unpleasant memory of a sword slicing through him. (REF: 1, 2.) There were strangers nearby; he can only hope they did not witness it too.
At one of the tables, picking over a plate of fancy hors d'oeuvres, Tyki makes small talk with his company.]
So, what happens if that little crystal is destroyed? The 'Shard', was it?
IV. COMMUNION/WILDCARD
[ooc: Open to other ideas or scenarios! Hit me up at