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திருவள்ளூர்: `கொரோனா தடுப்பூசி போடச்சொல்லி மிரட்டுகிறார்கள்!’-கொதிக்கும் அங்கன்வாடி ஊழியர்கள்

நாடு முழுவதும் கொரோனா தடுப்பூசி அவசரகால பயன்பாட்டுக்கு வந்திருக்கிறது. முதற்கட்டமாக, முன்கள வீரர்களான மருத்துவர்கள், தூய்மைப் பணியாளர்கள் மற்றும் காவல்துறையினர் உள்ளிட்டோருக்கு தடுப்பூசி போடப்பட்டு வருகிறது. திருவள்ளூர் மாவட்டத்தில் அதிகாரிகள் அங்கன்வாடி மையங்களில் பணிபுரிந்து வரும் ஊழியர்களைக் கட்டாயப்படுத்தி கொரோனா தடுப்பூசி போட்டுக்கொள்ள நிர்ப்பந்திப்பதாகவும், தடுப்பூசி போட்டுக்கொள்ளாதவர்கள்…

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[Tirru]: “Touching.”

Vesta knit her brow, and looked up to Vyen in concern. She admittedly looked a bit upset, perhaps somewhat hurt. "You-.." She caught herself short, and froze at the voice as it made itself present. Again, she'd been glued to her spot... terrified to move for fear of what reaction it may pull from Tirru.

Vyen turned back around and lowered his shoulders down, but this time, his gaze nearly turned to a glare. ".. Well... You decided to show up, now, didn't you...” He spoke the words in a bitter tone. "I shouldn't have drank that damned vial.. I should have known better...”

Tirru drew a hand back against his waistline, dragging the few tips of slender digits against the spine of his revolver. Runes would shimmer to life in their numerous incantations that decorated the otherwise black, obsidian frame. His head would tip a degree to the side; all but a select icy eye would cast through the silken rivulets that formed the brim of his cowl. "- But, Vyen." He began, his tone rather innocent and saccharine. "How else would you truly feel the burden of your guilt, if not by just a little shove in the right direction?" Despite the seemingly pointless play of his phantasmal digits against the revolver, his thumb slowly and surely depressed the hammer with a few metallic clicks, one slowly after the other as it declined in it's mechanism. "Now, I feel you've been -educated- on my intentions; if Vin had decided to inform you."

Vyen actually stepped forward, and growled, "Vind didn't... because Vind doesn't betray her comrades...” He said rather viciously, hands tightening into fists. ".. What was the point... What were you expecting... Wh... Why??" He gnashed his teeth down, as quickly, the black lines drew down from his eyes.

Vesta had been poised to run, her form tensed and in visible discomfort.... But her fear was jostled from her mind as Vyen moved toward Tirru, and away from her. "Vyen-..." Her tone chimed weakly, and she'd no words to give... she'd hoped that perhaps he'd pull away, and to step from the situation back toward her.. Alas, she hadn't felt he would, and thus pressed one heel out behind her, and again; repeated until she was a number of feet away from the pair.

Tirru huffed a rather humorous, and sweet tone as Vyen encroached with the little bit of pent aggression. The animalistic Elf would slip his right flattened sole against the flagstone, bringing it in a 'c' motion behind the other. His body waned to Vyen, disregarding it in the most primal divulgation of his naturally well-hidden thoughts. "Watch your tone, Vyen~" He'd purr; voice coaxed in darkness, swarmed with a reserve of such sadistic venture. His hand remained lazily against the cusp of his revolver, and it had been primed, ready for use despite it's positioning. "I can take whatever you have in the blink of an eye. Do you wish to test me, -little lamb-?" He'd say in the most sarcastic tone, his pallor lips tugging to a grin, just out of view, as shade shored low upon his timeless visage. Icy eyes were half-laden, depicting little emotion on the matter; a guise of indifference.

Vyen tried to rush up to the man and take him by the collar of his tabard, baring his human-like teeth angrily, His eyes flared; His runes started creeping out from his back and over his form.

Vesta had remained where she stood, though jade hues scanned between the forms for any body language that may imply she ought take to the embrace of surrounding shadow... She'd not wished to cause any more trouble for Vyen than she'd already had... but he seemed to make it clear that he was causing plenty for himself all on his own anyway. A grotesque shift of snapping bone echoed from below the leathers, reforming to a different purpose... though she'd attempted to tame the sin away; to hold it back despite situation... "V- Vyen... I'm not sure that's...-" A whimper escaped the tiny form, and she fell silent once more. She was just in the way at the moment...

Tirru drew the revolver up in a fraction of an instant as Vyen moved to grip the silk covered collar of his lithe form. He was a roguish Elf, and for perceptive purposes, not terribly much larger than Vyen. His quick movements wrought a phantasm of shadow to guide the revolver against the boy's abdomen, it's violet hue trailing along the runic scriptures that enchanted and empowered his arsenal, from it's point of origin, before it's trail slowly reduced back to the shadowy origin of his runes. Before Vyen may have even fully closed his fists to form the striations of tension in his muscles, three thunderous shots would ring out, painting the barrel's end in a violent violet flame. It would flash between them, a personal affair and transaction. Even Tirru's head inclined to cast the deathly ice of his eyes upon the boy. There was no grin, nor any brunt of emotion to be shown as the light flashed over his pallor visage, before letting it returned to the dark recess of his cowl. Blood-tinged fangs were barely pointed over the flesh of his bottom lip, as they were parted almost thoughtlessly- and, that action was just that, thoughtless; an instinct.

Vyen gripped onto Tirru's tabard tightly and choked on his words rather. In his own reaction he threw his free hand up towards his neck to grip it tightly. His runes flared, violently dispersing over his form, especially to trail up towards the hand reaching for Tirru's throat. The boy's touch was searing, as if it had been pure flame itself, had it been allowed its contact. Vyen didn't seem to hold any fear after knowing well what had happened, but his body had started to tremble.

Vesta's attentions shot to the brandished weaponry, the features on her form only worsening as it fired off in trio; both worry and fear consumed he, and she felt so terribly useless against Tirru and the situation as a whole. She couldn't do anything... she couldn't fight, she couldn't help. She could only sit and watch as Vyen took injury for defending her. "I.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, Vyen...” Her eyes flickered back to the man before him, and she thought to plead, quite pathetically, but no more words found her.. And she could only sit and endure, to watch from where she stood.

Tirru didn't fight the grapple at his neck, he left it to connect, and let the boy's own empowered strength take to cutting what little blood he required from getting to his head. As for his airway, it was occluded, and Tirru held his breath; he knew the attempt would be futile, and he didn't seem to regard it. He was as meditated and subtle with his every demeanor. The Elf's half-laden, icy eyes would pierce the veil at the boy, and his revolver would remained pointed against his abdomen, ready to punch more of it's powerful caliber into his soft tissue and organs. Though, instead, he raised his other hand, placing his palm up against the boy's heart. His carpal would pivot just slightly, and a click of a mechanism could be heard to release. Though, nothing seemed to happened. Tirru refrained from speaking, but his tightened jaw, and ever-staring eyes may have spoken volumes to the sound Vyen might have heard.

Vyen gripped Tirru's neck tighter for a moment, but the grip loosened as he started to slowly drop down. Even the boy's hold on Tirru's tabard had released. The half-elf had gone completely pale, and unless Tirru had stopped him, he would have ended up dropping below the man's feet while he tried to take in a few pained breaths.

Vesta had half-taken to the shadows surrounding her, but ceased the action quite abruptly as Vyen dropped low. Tears began to swell over jade, and threatened to spill out over her cheeks, but she held them as best she could bear. "You've hurt him enough! Leave him be, please! Please...” Her voice had trailed, and she seemed even further intimidated than she'd been prior.” Please, just... Why are you hurting him... He's been blindly loyal to you...”

Tirru exhaled rather calmly, reaffirming his airway. His eyes would close momentarily, and his shoulders fell very short to a vertices, almost unnoticeable in it's magnitude. The dark Elf's hand would fall away, had it been lingering where the boy's heart had been. With the movement, his hand would turn on its axis, locking the mechanism upon his wrist that had been recently released. As Vyen fell away, the point of his barrel would be directed towards Vesta; perhaps not intentionally. The collateral threat was soon extinguished as he dropped his revolver towards his waist, sinking it into the black holster that covered the ever-shimmering expanse of runes that were wanton with anticipation upon Tirru's cold, calculated touch. Finally, he inclined his head to peer at Vesta, hearing her words in full, and even taking a moment before answering. "- I remember your taste, little dove." His words were soft, archaic in their dialect as he ran his pinkish tongue over the course of a select blood-tinged fang. "It is toxic to those with even the smallest amount of good in their heart-..." He paused his words, giving his attention to Vyen, his lithe form leaning down to the leather-coveted hinge of his left knee. His left hand would rise after having placed his revolver in it's holster, the tight leather glove twisting about before he visage as he took in the scent of Vyen's blood, which had spattered against the slender convex of his digits. Thoughtlessly, he ran his tongue slowly along the space between his pointer and thumb, until he reached the tip. His other hand moved down to place against Vyen's collar, only setting it there as he looked to him fraternally. "You are a temptress to those who are too weak to resist you."

[Tirru]: “- Though, I do believe you've yet to find that about yourself. Innocence is the most venomous form of seduction- it seduced the heart; not the mind.”

Vyen laid there and whimpered quietly, trying to get his hand up over the wound. He only tried to mouth out words to them as they conversed, but was unable while trying to still breathe. His hand would not rest still against the wound, as he had been shaking far too much.

Vesta willed herself to step ever forward, heels tattooing softly against the stone below. "I do no such thing.. I strayed from him as he found me and he made the choice to pursue... I was willing to let him stay from me...” A nervous glance made way between both Vyen and Tirru now, and the tears that had threatened found their way through her struggle to keep them hidden. "Please, regardless of... of what you think of me, please let me help him... You can't let him die; surely you must care something for him to have kept him around you so long.." She'd have naturally taken offense, entirely, to his words, but her concern and upset for Vyen's condition washed any harm of Tirru's words away. It was possible she wasn't even much thinking on them to begin with.

Tirru would tip his head just a degree at the girl's words. His expression was emotionless, but he held no weapon in opposition to Vesta' encroachment. In fact, as he kneeled over the boy, he'd gesture -very- smoothly over his body, a flourish of a tightly gloved hand insisting to the girl that she do as she wished. "Do as you will, little dove~" He purred, his head was tipped in a way that his icy eyes were veiled behind the brim of his cowl. The pallor visage was dimly illuminated by the cold entities.

Vyen’s breaths had gotten sharp and short, but as they had, his eyes finally closed. At this point, he was barely alive.

Vesta kept her gaze locked onto Tirru regardless of the closeness to her person.. and soon found herself to kneel beside the boy, taking the damage done and pressing her hand quite firmly against it, the other scrawling a foreign tongue in the space surrounding him. "I'm not certain why you see me the way you do, Tirru... but I've no intent against you or Vyen... or anyone you're associated with...” The spell would transfer, and hopefully Vyen would accept, coaxing the wound to stitch and mend together.

Tirru stood rather slowly as Vesta spoke her piece. His light, scrupulous steps evaded his lithe form to the side, as if he were pacing about the boy's body, until he came behind Vesta. The stalking animalistic Elf would remain rather quiet for the moment being, staying out of Vesta's way as she sought to mend the fallen boy. "Perhaps I simply wish to do you harm~" He purred in predation. A hand would slip down dragging a gentle, phantasmal digit along the tip of Vesta' ear, breaking the touch as if he were testing the point of a blade. The white-hot cores of his eyes were set particularly on her and her works upon Vyen. His teeth parted enough to allow his tongue to slip back into its habituous prod upon the tip of a select canine. "How much do you care for this boy? What would you -give- to see him thrive?" His every syllabi was romanticized in the most archaic note.

Vyen flinched as the magics started to work at his form. His breathing had steadied just slightly, but he wasn't responding to anything yet. Vesta’s work had kept him from death.

Vesta made complete the spell without struggle, given Vyen's current state. Even as she'd ceased movement and conjuring, the remaining wound would continue to mend until all damage had been repaired, from the inside working it's way to the surface flesh. The little elf turned her head stubbornly as the glove-bound hand set for contact, though she wouldn't react much else wise. "I would give all but my children.. They've no reason to suffer for whatever I've done against you... I.. I offered Vyen to give myself to keep you from him, but I don't believe I ever gained a response.."

Tirru grinned beneath the shadow of his mask, leaning down behind the girl as he'd set a hand against the nape of her neck, beneath the tresses of blue that may have washed over the dark grasp upon the affair. "Then, today is your lucky day, dove~" He'd respond in a gentle purr, as he leaned into her, almost brushing his features against her hair. If the hand made contact, the runes upon his arm would flourish in their sapphiric light, shedding the smoke-like shadow that seemed to take an animate embodiment of tendrils and sleek darkness. The chilling touch of shadow would run over her neck, seeking to delve beneath the armor at her collar and make it's way down her arms to wrap about her wrists and toil to solidify roughly to tug them together and bind them before her in the form of obsidian shackles. If they'd made it so far without some sort of shattering resistance, they would form sapphire runes to litter the glossy dragonstone, glowing with incantation.

Vesta instinctively reared from him as he touched her, uncomfortable with even the slightest touch.. the chill that consumed her person only made it worse, and the paranoia in her that had been lingering before finally made it's way to surface once the bonds formed. "B-But... But I haven't done anything to you... “Her gaze shifted up to the towering form, the tears returning, and all the more frequent to spill down her features.”I really don't understand... I've never done harm to you...”

Tirru stood away from the girl as the shackles solidified, his hands extended in a manipulation of the magic. The runes flourished over his body, matching the same blue glow that toiled in his half-laden eyes. Vesta would feel the shackles begin to manipulate the movement of her arms, lifting and attempting to bring the hands above her head. Tirru would step closer, and the shackles would rise, as if to lift her to her feet, before slowly, forcefully pulling to the wall like some sort of magnetic jolt of force. If successful, she would be shackled there to the side of the building, the shadow tendrils growing from the binding item to connect to the woodwork and stone, deep within its construct. "Do not cry, little dove. It will be all over soon." He cooed in the gentlest tone. Though, it was cloaked in a evil sadism, as pallor lips tugged to a grin, baring fangs and Elfish pearls. "Sweet little dove."

Vyen slowly lifted his eyes as they opened to the two, barely conscious enough to recognize what was happening. Though, he jolted, runes shooting up over his form quickly. He brought a shaky hand down on the pavement and started to push himself up. His eyes slowly hued over in the white glow. "V.. Ve.. " He mumbled out, breathily.

Vesta had surprisingly little resistance to the movements that were made by said bonds, and instead glanced nervously to Vyen, as if doing so would provide her some little aid; perhaps a futile hope he'd stand to assist her. Panicked whimpers and sobs found her shortly after, however, realizing that Vyen, even if he were to get right up, likely wouldn't be able to do much against the man regardless. The paranoia that followed her thoughts of Tirru were so painfully evident on her features now. "P-Please stop... I-... I don't understand what I've done to make you hate me so...”

Tirru followed the girl until she were locked against the wall. One hand was still extended sedately before his waist, controlling the incantation until it was solidified against the wall. The melding, forging shadow would falter away from the bonds, serpentine from the crystallized shadow to diffuse in the air lifelessly. "-Hate?-" He echoed the particular word as the girl cried, his tongue unnaturally saccharine. "My little morsel, I hardly hate you." His body came ever closer until he was nearly touching her, his icy eyes meeting her own as he leaned down to sanctify their proximity. His left hand rose to set the tightly gloved hand against the side of her face, slipping it back to fish the slender digits through her slate-blue hair. Then, without warning, the grip would close, tightly tugging a fistful of tresses to tug her head to the side and expose her neck at the other side. His touch was rough, dominant. The animalistic Elf looked upon the small-statured girl with utter sovereignty. "It is time to act upon your words- give yourself for your mate." His grin would widen, priming such fangs in a wicked accord.

Vyen shot his eyes wide as Tirru's words registered in his head and he pushed himself up even faster. Once he stood, however, he nearly toppled over again. Surely, the woman had healed his wounds, but blood loss still had to be taken into account. He stumbled, dazed for a moment, until he caught the crate nearby to keep himself up. "You-.. Y-" He took in a sharp breath, baring his teeth. "You st... step aw... away from her... RIGHT... R... RIGHT NOW!" His determination was fueled by anger which seemed to rush through his system like an energy, revitalizing him slowly. The black lines drew down from his eyes once again, and the sides of his face darkened with the onset of the formations from the Oath.

Vesta made every effort to keep her head turned from the man, to avoid eye contact where possible, and try to simply avoid his touch, though hardly able given her current position. The harsh pull at her hair didn't faze the woman much... His demand, however, did, and she simply -stared- at him for some while, attempting to translate the exact request in her mind. What -exactly- was he expecting her to do? Vocalize her devotion? She surely couldn't move to show such... The movement of the boy behind him immediately caught her eye, and she'd nearly snapped at him for having gotten up so soon. "Vyen-..." His defense toward her only made her emotionally worse, and the tears spill even more so; upset and frightened whimpers followed, and were likely all that would be until Tirru demanded else wise.

Tirru hummed sweetly as he heard Vyen's words, his icy eyes wouldn't shift away from the girl for a long moment. Though, given such time, he'd slowly slip the hand away from her hand, his other hand rising to slip its cold leather against the side of her neck in a dominant notion, a symbol to be shown to her in the most primal display of such an alpha-like control. The hand would have slipped behind her raised arm, connecting at the nape of her neck beneath the blue hair there, allowing the hued tresses to

Tirru wash over the blackened leather. His lithe form would turn to Vyen, his other hands slowly rising to gesture a smooth misdirection along Vesta' body. "Oh, Vyen~" He cooed gently, his form brushing close to the small-statured Elvin girl. "You've little to be angry about-..." The hand would rise from it's gesture to cup the girl's opposing cheek, attempting to persuade her gaze towards him, to bring the jade hues to meet his half-laden icy eyes, and stare into them almost wantonly. "She'd made her decision- all in the name of her love for you." The gentle touch would remain, to keep her enthused to that stare. Despite the sweetened accord of his words and movements, he'd strictly be displaying such dominance, taking her form unto his manipulation with that of animalistic ownership.

Vyen’s eyes widened with fury, his hand gripped the edge of the crate so tightly the wood frame snapped underneath his fingers. His mouth was shut, nostrils flaring while he stared at the ebon-clad elf. The runes moved up over his face, and the bulky, rock-like scales had formed on the sides of his face, down his neck, over the tops of his arms.

Vesta fought the forced movement of her attention for some long while, though the gaze of jade finally fell on the man nearest her... though her eyes displayed only complete fear of him, and nothing but. Multiple times she attempted to draw her eyes back to Vyen, but fear of what he'd intended to do to her returned them each time... and any effects of his touch would be fought with what will remained of her. She'd even pulled her head from him if she were able to manage it. Despite all her efforts, however, she was unable to contain the demonic features that naturally consumed her form; and the work of obsidian-hued scale began to bristle over the pale flesh.

Tirru would take a step back as if he'd been satisfied with something upon his steadied touch to the girl. The gilded soles found an easy slide against the flagstone, and the shackles that bound the girl would begin to deteriorate; he may have planned for upon

Tirru binding her, but Vyen certainly would do his best to see such things hadn't happened. Perhaps another time. The fuming shadow that showed the breakdown of the crystallized darkness upon Vesta's wrists would accume towards the Elf, reabsorbing upon the runes. Then, in the same volatile display of energy, it toiled upon him. "Everything you have, will belong to me, Vyen~" He said as he began to disappear.

"-Until you can earn them back."

Tirru would disappear into the fading dark.

Vyen gripped the crate and threw it over himself, only to have it shatter in pieces where Tirru once stood. Splinters flew everywhere, and the chunks of the crate managed to even fly past the tree. The boy stood there, baring his teeth and staring angrily where the man had been. Slowly the formations had moved up over his mouth and he bowed his head down to try and contain himself and his fury…

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