towerofanimus | [OPEN] I want, I want to finally meet you, something real to cling to

Characters: Darkleer and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-18, the Cafeteria, the Workshop, around the Tower.
Format: I'll start with Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Darkleer wakes up in an unusual place and goes about trying to find it in himself to care.
Warnings: Darkleer being a painfully polite, looming giant that keeps banging his horns into the ceiling.

[Lying back is awkward and a little unnatural for him. The bed creeks unpleasantly under his weight, as he looks around, frown deepening as he took stock of the unfamiliar surroundings as well as the strange white fabric on his skin. The collar causes a spam of annoyance that takes him five deep breaths to control, so by the time he's reading the letters, he finds himself more or less serene. Suspicious and more than a little indifferent, but serene. He explores the contents of his trunk, finding more relief in his wrench and his work rag, than the clothes or the armor or the bow. Though admittedly the bow and the arrows are a nice thing to have. After some considerations, he simply rips the white bodysuit off his person and proceeds to don the armor. If he was given weapons, it might have been for a reason.

So if you walk into 1-18, you will find him giving the final adjustments to the armor, quiver hanging off a belt to his side and Bow hooked on a leather strap on his back. And of course, the familiar, glowing helmet that obscures his eyes. He's slouching a little, as his horns almost scrape the ceiling when he stands up to his full height. He's wearing a fantastically puzzled expression, but hey, for all he's big, he doesn't seem particularly violent.]

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[When you enter the cafeteria, you will find Darkleer in a corner, in full battle armor and with a look of supreme confusion on his face as he has a very serious stare off with a plate of oatmeal. It's a fantastic stare off, mind, he's slouching forward, hair curling down his shoulders and mouth set into an unamused, thin line. Seriously, oatmeal? Really?]

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[When he finds this floor, he finds himself drawn in almost magnetically. His fingers twitch to take and test and make and create, but he contains himself for a while, studying the racks of tools and materials. He resists for a while longer, but eventually picks up a bit of this and that, before unloading a collection of random spare parts and metal and tools on a workbench. Carefully placing down the bow and the quiver, he sets to fiddle with them, not really sure what he's doing except fitting them together and pulling them apart. He relaxes visibly the longer he's at work, and before he realizes it, he's working on something that looks definitely arm-shaped.]

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[Not sure why he shouldn't, and not feeling particularly threatened, Darkleer wanders around the Tower, looking at the various floor and peering curiously at the strange, foreign things in every corner. The supremely confused look remains firmly in place, but once again, it's not necessarily hostile. Just. Kind of intimidating.]

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[...if only you weren't tiny and cute and essentially everything he likes about most things, you little--Darkleer lets out a long suffering sigh. Well, this is clearly not a troll, who would obviously know better, so perhaps he can cut him some slack.]

What should you do, when you offend or insult someone, be it with words or with actions?

[Though he remains severe in his expression, there is something patient in his words.]

[Oh, this one is easy. Whenever a demon is insulted, one should never apologise, since it just made you seem as weak or indecisive! They became enraged if you continued to provoke them, however, so...ah, it would be easy to know if this was a demon with an actual class...]

...you compromise a price to continue the negotiations. I do not have much on me, however, so I can only pay with my body or knowledge.

[Yeah that sounded bad, but he just meant his body's energy. Some demons devoured living essence in exchange ;v; ]

[Well, that wasn't entirely misguided.]

Almost, but not quite. You apologize first, then you attempt to compromise and resume the conversation. And you most certainly do not act entitled to something you have no claim to, nor should you speak in a manner befitting of your station.

[Yamato blinked, looking a bit flummoxed]

What? You want an apology? That usually angers the offended party though...

[And what was that entitiled nonsense? He was the sole heir to the Hotsuin Clan, he was allowed some leeway in the pursuit of knowledge]

[Kid, you're not even a troll, and he's a highblood. An exiled highblood, granted, but still. Stop poking his poor, abused dignity, or what remains of it, with a stick. It's rude.]

First of all, defer to your elders with the respect they deserve.

[This is gonna take a while, isn't it.]

Secondly, if your apologies are anything like your questions, I am not surprised at all they end up being counterproductive. Nonetheless, you are at fault. First you apologize to acknowledge said failing, then you offer compensation.

[HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS, MY GOD.]

[OH COME ON HE'S EIGHT. CUT HIM SOME SLACK. ALL CHILDREN ARE RUDE LITTLE MONSTERS THEN.]

Hm...

[Yamato's thinking...thinking...be lucky this isn't adult!Yamato, because he would have just blown you off and stalked out cackling to himself. Adult Yamato is a crazy jerk is what I'm saying. His kid self is much more...reasonable]

By respect, I assume you want me to refer to you with some sort of title?

[Maybe 'sir'? Or something.]

[And Darkleer is a thousand years old, but he was not a rude little thing when he was eight, he'll have you know. HE HAD MANNERS. ...and Issues. Oodles and oodles of issues and we probably don't want to talk about that.]

You are already addressing me by a title.

[...dude you don't think Darkleer is his actual name, right?]

So no. It is rather that you must keep your arrogance in check. You are wholly too young to be using that tone.

[Alien or not, definitely too young to be bossing him around.]

[Ah. Okay. That was the wrong thing to say.

Yamato's expression flattens, his eyes narrowing a little. Young? He was not a child despite his age. He was practically an adult in his maturity and knowledge! Well, the Hotsuin say he is an adult, so he is not too young to do anything!]

I am not too young.

[His tone is practically sub zero]

Child.

[Dryly.]

I find it hard to believe you have live for long, if you carry yourself in such a disgraceful way.

[In other words, keep being rude and you're gonna get ~~culled~~ killed, man.]

[Yamato's eyebrow twitched. Disgraceful? How was he-?!

Frustration rising...!

Though Yamato knew better than to pick a fight with a strange entity that was about three times as tall as him, and probably had hundreds of kilos on him. He clenched his jaw, and forced the bubbling irritation right down into the small box where he stuffed all of his emotions in.

Okay.

And.

Blank. Yamato is calm and blank.]

...

[Darkleer scoffs a little, since from his point of view, Yamato is just throwing a tantrum.]

You are not helping your case any.

[Okay. DEEP BREATH]

...very well. If you want me to apologise for an offence, I shall do so. I am sorry.

[GOOD ENOUGH YET?! If it isn't then he is giving up and going to throw a real tantrum]

I suppose it is a start.

[Well fine, okay, at least that's over with]

Is it satisfactory?

For the time being.

[He might possibly be a little amused right now, though he's trying to keep a lid on it. It undermines the effect.]

[Yamato almost sighs. Socialising was extremely tiresome, with weird laws and rules...mn, he never had to do this with Alcor...

Maybe he should look for his caretaker again.

Yup, now you will be faced with another rude aspect of Yamato's personality: the inability to finish conversations. He'll just turn around and go now.]

[Will just watch him go with a risen eyebrow and only facepalm once he's out of the room.

But seriously.

What.]

[Hey, he leaves conversations in mid-sentence usually, so at least he kind of 'finished'...

Kind of.

There is no excuse for him. I apologise]

[It's okay, Darkleer needed a project to keep himself entertained.

...teaching tiny human runts proper manners is as good a project as any, right.]

[Well someone needs to do it. Considering that his caretaker is a bit of a, er, doormat]

[Can't be too hard, right?

~~Famous last words.~~]

[Ahahahahaha

ahahah

hhahaahaha

hah.]

[...oh boy.]

[Alcor was not lying when he said Yamato was wilful - he's like a wild mustang man]

[...can we not. Make horse analogies. When dealing with a Zahhak. They get creepy real fast, man.]

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