Plain White Ts (Tyrial)

[Tiorak Tioravi]

2nd of Summer, morning

It'd be a warm day, but for the moment, such predictions were contrasted by present conditions. Last of the night's chill still remained within Lhavit's half slumbering shape. It was time for one of their famous rests to end. Tiorak naturally had no idea which one had it been or for how long it ran... even after years, the timekeeping they used was completely alien to him. How humans could live such lives filled with constant interruptions of everything, or rests, as they called them, was absolutely mind shattering to him. It was bad enough to be made to halt every night by his own brain, yet to have the whole city give out under its own weight every few bells made for some quite interesting, if lonely, walks.
„Mornin' Tiorak!“ a familiar voice tinged at his thoughts just long enough to keep him from walking past. It was his name after all. „Mornin'....“ he'd struggle with it a bit. The face was someone he had seen before, but where and to what end, he couldn't be sure „...my good man! 'S there something you wanted?“ keeping it cool, he was getting rather edgy with anything besides his mouth. He wasn't built to stand still like this. Not built for it at all!

Even if the response was almost immediate, Tiorak's patience seemed shorter still. By the time the trader's voice had reached his ear, he had already begun playing with the rim of his cloak. There was something shiny about its worn edge that soothed his mind in the mornings.
„There's been a fella to my stall just before you“ he sighed muttering something about young kids these days and added „picked up this here shell straight from the shelf“ and then snickering „paid for it and all... and then forgot it here. I reckon you could walk up to him for me and hand it over? It's on your way even, if you keep the direction that is...“ hopeful, he glanced at Tiorak again while the boy wondered what had he done exactly to warrant such trust. Then again, it was all paid for and the customer barely cared enough to take the item with them... so maybe the merchant didn't care much for the outcome either?
„Aye, I'll do it!“ he'd say while stretching out his hand and fidgeting his fingers as if to tell the man to get on with it. Then the man'd proceed to give out vague descriptions of just about any male inhabitant of Lhavit. The one thing that stood out to the man, he made sure to translate to the boy, talking about unusual eyes for anyone of proper human origin. There were additional mutters containing Kelvic gibberish, but Tiorak took none of it too seriously, and departed as soon as he was able. If he was supposed to find this man, he'd know it when he saw him.
Venturing on, he'd keep sliding the curious shell from one hand to the other, carrying it in the front like a torch. Figuring that even if he can't make out the man, the other could still spot the shell for what it was. Long legs that outpaced anyone were set to their optimal speed that kept him passing people as he walked. As he did, he'd glance about here and there, trying to spot unusual eyes. This earned him a few unusual looks, but alas, only regular eyes were involved.

[Tyrial]

After waking up Tyrial heard some noise from the streets of Lhavit, and decided his legs needed a stretch, so he dressed. As he stepped outside he decided go between the people who weren't worthy of his presence. He did learn to, well you couldn't say like, but at least put up with a person. The man was merely a merchant, but gave Tyrial the respect he deserved. So Tyrial said to himself “Let’s go get the daily dose of respect I deserve”. Arriving at the merchant’s he already spotted a shell that was somehow glimmering, everything else around him was gone and he could just see the shell. Tyrial knew he must have it, so he started bargaining with the merchant. Tyrial didn’t have much mizas with him so he wanted the price to be as low as possible, but that wasn't as easy to achieve as Tyrial expected. After all Miroke is just a simple merchant with not much brain in his head as far as Tyrial could notice. In the end they agreed that the price would be one miza. After the deal was done, Tyrial was so excited so he decided to go see what's happening in the streets, of course without saying goodbye to Miroke, who yelled goodbye each time Tyrial would decide he had enough of his presence wasted on the merchant. Wandering in the streets now and searching for something interesting Tyrial wanted to see the glimmering of the shell in the morning sun once more. He put his hands in his pockets, but no shell. He fidgeted his hand around his pockets thinking it might have gotten tangled in somewhere in his pockets, but no, there was no shell in the pockets. Where might he have lost it? Who might have stolen it from him? At this point Tyrial was scared he might never see the more than breathtaking glimmer of the shell. But then he saw it and rushed directly towards it pushing people away, knocking some of them down and at the moment he had a clear path he couldn't repress the urge to run after the shell like he was hunting his usual pray in the woods. So he started running, getting faster and faster. At the distance of a few feet from the man he jumped at him.

[Tiorak Tioravi]

It was weird to see people in any particular rush here. At least it was to him. Then again, what he considered to be rush, most people would take for a sprint... even so, something was definitely making people uneasy not far off. Muttering was afoot and before he could really make heads and tails of it, a strange eyed man sprang forward from the mass, toppling people as he did. It took Tiorak a startling moment to grasp what was actually happening, but then he perceived the stranger's eyes for otherworldly things they were. And judging from the speed of the other man's trajectory, he had seen Tiorak from further away than should've been possible with all the commotion. The boy wasn't sure what to make of this, but a distant memory of his father talking about vision enhancing oculars of some sort sprang up naggingly.

As if he wasn't shifting around before as a result of his usual restlessness, the charging stranger threw in a new dose of uncomfortable into the mix. Before he even had time to think about moving someplace else, a form filled his vision and soon two of those were flat on the street. Even if he knew it wasn't his fault, he hoped all this ruckus wouldn't be involving the Shinya soon. For all his supposed innocence, he was still uneasy around police forces of any kind. It had been so since the first time he had witnessed a Wave guard's work day. The memories from back then still made him uneasy, even currently.

Struggling to both get up and get away from the man, he also realized he couldn't cover his agitation. He didn't need any of this. He didn't need the stupid merchant or the stupid shell... and he especially didn't need some foreign moron flying at him at the speed of sound. No, thank you!
„What the petch was that about?!“ he flipped out as he pushed away from the man. The shell still firmly in his hand, he agonized over whether he should break it or not. In the end it wasn't the shell's fault that the customer was such a scatter-brain.
After the initial outburst, he even calmed some. Angry still, but calmer, he pushed past „Why would you jump on people like that?! Don't you think that if I stole it from you I'd also hide it from sight? Or does prancing around with a stolen item like some sodden moron seem like a good idea?!“ and there cool went out the window again, as his agitation focused him enough to keep his hands from momentarily shaking as well.

[Tyrial]

Sitting there in front of the man on all fours, Tyrial couldn’t get his eyes off the shell. The man was talking something about him jumping at people and a stolen item, but Tyrial only cared about the glimmer of the shell. Yet he still managed to snap out of it and give some of his precious attention to the man who was raging and yelling. The reason he managed to snap out of it is the way the man was talking to him, he was insulting his pride, not paying Tyrial the respect he deserved. That’s when Tyrial started yelling, and giving of sounds like growling while doing so. He could notice that some people got even scared of the growling but he didn't have time or the wish to hide his anger at this point nor was it important that everyone was looking at him. “Who the patch you think you are you little nobody?! How dare you talk to me like that” yelled Tyrial. Nobody is the worst insult Tyrial knows, because a nobody doesn’t get respected and what’s there more in life than being respected. Tyrial got a grip of his anger and started talking to the man slowly and looking down at him, so to say like he is better than the man, which he of course is and everyone knows. Tyrial had one more thing to say to him “To be honest you do look stupid enough to be prancing around with a stolen item.“

[Tiorak Tioravi]

Even while his words might've claimed some note of conflict, he was just angry. He never wanted this to turn into a brawl, because for one, he'd lose. Then again, he also disliked violence where it could be avoided. As if by some instinct, he got up to his feet, and like a broom in his back something pushed him to stand completely upright. It was he who was now looking down at the silly ingrate who had no hopes of ever matching his height. So apparently in his eyes Tiorak was stupid. Maybe he should just throw the sodden shell to the ground then? Somehow that idea gave him more pleasure than what he thought it could. He clenched his fist a bit harder as if not to be tempted by this illusion... if he threw that petchin' thing down, this was sure to become violent. For some unknown reason, the idiot in front of him was fixated on the shell.

That still didn't mean he was anywhere near to giving into bullying. Here he was doing the asshole a favor, and what he got in return? A bruised bum and a basket full of insults, 's what! Screw him and the trader both! This whole situation made him remember all those awkward times when someone would similarly disrespect him because of his jumpy image. Surely they never did it again, as it would soon come up who were his parents, and conflicts would always be mediated. The whole idea of it made his blood boil – he didn't need his mother to fight his battles! As if the stranger wasn't enough, Tiorak was in an enchanted circle where his own thoughts and memories kept edging him further down the line and for one split second his shivering mind could picture the silly creature before him burn... and it smiled. The wicked thought never left like many of the others... he embraced the pleasure it would bring him, even while never attempting it. Fire was the god he needed, if ever there was one.

„Ask yourself“ he talked fast and paused fast in one quick breath of succession „would a stupid man like me remember to hold onto this shyke of yours for so long?“ and as if to emphasize his words, he outstretched his arm and mocked the man openly. He half opened his hand, the shell almost falling, while moving the whole arm as far away from the man in front of him as possible. What was worse, for all the show, his whole body was really shaking enough for him to drop it accidentally. Now that would be a story...
„Apologize, or I'll treat this much like you've treated me!“ there it was, that confidence he had lost a few moments ago. It was back, spurred by ugly and wicked emotions, but it was back and that was all that really mattered in the moment. Times where men could mock him for no reason had passed. Fire taught him and he listened, he listened all so well. From the side the whole sight looked as ridiculous as ever, two men fighting over a shell, one of them jumpy and shivering for no apparent reason. But it wasn't about the people around and this madness only needed to make sense to those involved.

[Tyrial]

Tyrial should apologize? How dare this, not so little, little punk blackmail him. So what should he do now he asked himself. If he apologizes he will lose the respect of the people around him that he has earned by even being born. Tyrial was in a dilemma, keep his respect and let the breathtaking shimmer of the shell be gone for good or should he lose it to save the shell. Thousand possibilities have gone through his head from letting the moron drop it and then catching it right before it hits the ground or attacking the idiot, which would not be such a good idea since he has no advantage of surprise which his hunting relies on and if he would attack him directly it would be the first open fight, with anything but a wounded animal, he had till now. So what to do? What?!
The moment his mind was overloaded with every possibility that might and might not happen he just started running towards the stranger that was blackmailing him to try to take the unique shell that only he deserved to have and no one else.

[Tiorak Tioravi]

The stranger seemed to pause for an awkwardly long time, which momentarily gave confirmation that he was indeed obsessed by the shell. For that one tick, Tiorak relaxed some. His shoulder shifted down and his eyes were cast around them for as long as he could spare. They were no longer observed as closely as they were when they were shouting, which was good. Tiorak didn't want people connecting his name with any sort of civil unrest – he had worked long and hard on keeping a clean record after all. And sometimes it seemed oh so tempting to simply set all those pesky everyday things on fire and make them special... but he didn't. If he could resist such cravings, he could surely resist getting into fights with... after giving the stranger another look, he'd circle it to 'flying, shell obsessing morons'.

His moment of disregard loosened hand's grasp on the shell and fingers tapped across the silly thing with repeated vigor. It was a mistake. All of it. For in his short burst of carelessness, he had allowed the brute to rush forward once again. Also, once again, he had aimed straight for Tiorak, but this time he knew what was going to happen and remained at least marginally ready. Instead of facing the brunt of the stranger's body, his weight arched to the side, to his free hand. He had often tumbled around as a boy, and he still had some of those tendencies to this day, but his body was freakishly larger than the last time he had attempted something of the sort. Instead of pushing off to the side, he fell to the side almost completely, using the free hand momentarily to propel himself away from the charging man. Even so he couldn't move all of himself away and his feet were left dangling to where the man was running. With little luck he would trip over those and be his own downfall without any work on the boy's side.
Moving away seemed like a cleverer idea of course, but this stranger was moving much faster than most men, so he could never hope to accomplish it fully. So laying there, he braced for what he thought would be impact. You could never know though... the man was agile, maybe agile enough to avoid falling over Tiorak's feet? Either way, the boy was amazed by the foreigner's speed. It was something he too practiced without fail, but shamefully, it seemed like the stranger's speed required far less effort than Tiorak's.

[Tyrial]

While incredibly fast Tyrial didn't manage to catch the shell cause the man moved away, not fast enough to totally get away from him but still.
His legs were still dangling to the place Tyrial was running to. Although being as agile as the cat he is, it wasn't of much help, at this moment Tyrial was so fast that he wasn't able to totally avoid the legs of the stranger so he fell over them. But everyone knows that a cat always falls on her feet, and Tyrial was a big one. So he ,instead of falling down on his face, managed to fall down on his hands and feet. The position in which he landed was all too familiar, it was the position a cat takes when facing an animal that threatens her,not fearful but ready to attack if needed.The people surrounding the two of them were looking at him in shock and some of them we're even laughing. Who could blame them? Have you ever seen a grown man hiss at someone? Well believe me it is really funny to see.
So Tyrial remained in that position waiting for the strangers next move.

[Tiorak Tioravi]

Tiorak’s fall hardly hindered the oncoming rush. Instead the stranger pushed through as if it was his job to do anything but stop at an obstacle. Falling over the dangling feet, stranger got to his hands and knees immediately. The manner and speed of this reminded Tiorak of a feral animal, but he still cursed and boiled inside himself. He never intended to take out another man with such a pathetic display of skill, but being hopeful was never too far out.
As the man landed next to him, Tiorak pushed himself away, into sitting position. As he did, he bumped into someone’s feet. The third person fell over Tiorak and between the two in a very comic manner. Surprise was too great for hands to lend cushion, but it was still time enough for a yelp to escape the second stranger’s throat before it suffocated in the stony pavement below them. All of this felt like a dream until pain surged through his hand.

He didn’t have to look to know nothing of his was broken. The ache was wrong and sharp, and it came straight from the palm of his hand. The other person must’ve pressed their weight against him at some point during the fall. Looking partially to the newly fallen person and partially to the charging stranger… he really had absolutely no idea what to do. Instead he just lifted his hand and showcased the fragments of once-shell now floating atop crimson fluid. It almost looked like it was many pieces of driftwood caught between the storms caused by the fidgeting of Tiorak’s hand. He wanted to say something about how he never intended for this to happen, but pain and anger still fumed from him. The other man started mumbling something angrily too, as he tried to get up, not paying enough attention to the man behind him. That first stranger was the cause of all this ruckus after all.

[Tyrial]

Tyrial was looking at the broken shell pieces and felt blood starting to pump even faster trough his veins. The anger he felt was taking him over. He lost control for a moment and started an attack. He ran towards the stranger with the broken shell wanting to hit him directly in the face with his paws. When the stranger was close enough Tyrial swung for the hit, still thinking should he hit him or not. He deserved to get beaten up, he did after all break the shell, but then again the shell is gone, why keep on fighting? Tyrial didn't want to fight anymore. As far as Tyrial goes the fight lost its purpose and he just wanted to go. But there's the crowd looking at them. Would he lose the respect he has if he just walks away? Tyrial decided to try to make it look like he wants to hit the shell-thief for real and use the next possible way out of the situation unnoticed.