Tamaki ✣ 050

[spectaculaire]

Who: Tamaki and somarium I MEAN IT.
Where: EVERYWHERE~!
Style: Either!
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN
Note: Oh and pretend this happens in mid-morning.

[such depressing dark days, especially with such ominous black ice covering everything. even Tamaki had been subdued for the past few days

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[candidate_no_12]

(Wrath is already outside, but when he hears the racket that is more appropriately made by small children or chimeras, he certainly regrets it. He stalks over towards the boy and stops at the snowbank where the snow meets the ice. He watches the irritatingly cheerful boy call and coax out the other residents from their homes. Wrath is able to remain collected and genial.)

(Until_the_boy_starts_singing. He has not heard such an ear-splitting cacophany since Hughes' child cried at her father's funeral. He loses his temper, his visible eye widening in immitigable rage and tears off down the ice, not bothering to use his Ultimate Eye to check for imperceptible cracks in the surface. He stops right in front of the singing boy and draws his sword, prepared and eager to cleave him in two.)

1/2

[spectaculaire]

[he thought he had heard something, but by the time he turned around, all he could see was SWORD COMING DOWN UPON HIM.

so he did what any normal person would do:

yell and frantically move out of the way. or in this case, dive to the side since he could really...skate back in his current position]

2/2

[spectaculaire]

[of course that kind of sent him off balance, but manages to bring himself upright to spin around and face him]

Wha-!?!?! Sir, p-put the sword down!! We can talk this out like gentlemen!!! [not that he's. really sure if he can BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. if worse comes to worse, he'll just book it because surely he should be able to skate faster than a man walking on the ice?

but how did he...get this far...without skates.......]

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[candidate_no_12]

(It has never happened to him--this hesitation. Even when a target screams, when they are wounded, he does not stop. His compulsion to kill has never wavered just because the target held up his hands frantically and pleaded with him. It may be because the screecher looks so pathetic. It may be because there's something about Somarium that is keeping his livid rage in check. It may be because he has met more humans and their ways have seeped into his consciousness. In any case, Wrath does not strike.)

(He cannot read the screecher's thoughts, but can clearly read the emotions emanating from him, since the offending party makes no attempt of disguising them. Fear of Wrath's sword--he is possibly looking for an escape route--incredulity at something.)

(Wrath's rage weakens, becomes anger, maskable anger.) No need to be scared, son. I was only joking with you. (Wrath sheathes his sword, chuckling good-naturedly at his almost-victim. His certain victim if the young man starts singing again.)

[spectaculaire]

A...a joke...? [the words come out rather weakly, and it takes every bit of strength he has to not fall to his knees as he normally would. however, his body was still on high alert. despite the man's words, and though he may not be experienced on battle, his natural instincts had told him there had been great danger. of course, anyone would think that when suddenly faced with the edge of a sword.]

That's...quite the sense of humor you have...

[candidate_no_12]

Why, yes. (Wrath answers in affirmation, his right eye closed in complete geniality. He notes the youth's voice is weak--still standing, but struggling to stay upright. And he is wary. Perhaps the blonde boy is not as much of a simpleton as he initially judged.)

At my age, it's necessary to have a little levity in one's life. (He gestures with his hand at the young man.) Just like you.

[spectaculaire]

[still...nervous because of the sword but he relaxes a bit-if only so he doesn't fall onto the ice]

I suppose everyone has their own way, ah hahaha. [and a clearing of the throat] But how are you this fine day, sir?

[candidate_no_12]

(The screecher becomes once again irritating with that foolish look of his. At least he has manners. He switches between a fool and a gentleman quite rapidly. Hm.)

Why, I'm doing quite fine. If not somewhat hungry--I have not eaten at all since I've come here. (Wrath dismisses the importance by gesturing with his hand.) Oh, look at me. Foolish old man who cannot stop groaning about his problems. (He looks at the the boy's skates.) What is the point of going out on the ice? Will you not fall in?

(Wrath has a mind to cut the ice underneath the blonde boy.)

[spectaculaire]

It was a thought, but after a few days of trying it out, it seemed like the ice was safe enough. Besides, if it does break, I shouldn't have to worry about water since it's covering the street. [at least. he hopes.]

But if you're hungry, I could suggest some fine eating establishments nearby.

[so blissfully unaware of Wrath's hidden intentions~]

[candidate_no_12]

Why yes, suggest away. (Smiling, smiling, and...)

(SLASH.)

(In the space of a split-second, Wrath has coldly drawn his sword and has gouged it into the ice in a circle around the blonde boy. Grinding of metal on ice fills the air sharply as he forms the circle. As he is an accomplished swordsman, he is aware precisely how far to cut so that he does not overreach and submerge the blade into the water.)