heavenfang: (lucid dreams)
-The feed clicks on to show Tir's room. It hasn't been cleaned in awhile. This is not strange. He pans the camera around, as if showing the world the conditions he's living in. Trained eyes might recognize that it's Sakon's apartment. He and Gracia had apparently moved in. After a moment of just the hovering rotation, Tir gets up to close the door to his room. He locks it.

The camera is turned shortly after. It focuses on the nub of his right wrist. Still no hand there. Scars from the automail that once was there remain, but they are far fainter now. The view moves back up, this time to the window. It points outside for.... a good five minutes. Not a word is said.

After another few minutes, Tir sets the device on a nearby counter, turning it once more to look at the window. Tir stands there, though he doesn't appear to be... thinking anything. His face is blank... as if sleeping, almost. After a moment, he steps onto the windowsill and crouches.

Another five minutes passes. And then he jumps out.-


[[ Note: No, Tir isn't dying. He will survive the fall. Ironically by crashing into the same awning that broke his fall when he saved Kallen during the earthquake months ago. ]]
heavenfang: (Tenkai)
-The feed clicks on to show Tir in his winter gear practicing his staff forms on Latimir's roof. Blah blah, yeah it's pretty impressive and nothing a lot of the older residents haven't seen before. Though the newer folks might be seeing the martial artist at work for the first time. Either way, he's using his usual flashy yet effective style. Of course something is different. And because his sleeves are tied up, they might just catch it.

And Gremio will recognize them immediately.

Tir is wearing his father's bracers. And wrapped about his right wrist is a length of pink silk. High quality. This, of course, is Kasumi's scarf.

Once he finishes, he gives a deep bow to the camera.-
heavenfang: (Tenkai)
-There isn't much to the video. Not once does Tir speak throughout.

It's simply him, on the rooftop, performing a series of exercises with Heaven Fang to test out his shiny new metal hand.

Once complete, he bows to the camera before moving to turn it off-
heavenfang: (stunned silence)
Strange.

Talk like this. No true. No lies. Only to be.

Not easy. Talking like this.

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