ain't that precious

AU role play blog for Tyrann from the video game NieR. Affiliated with the rpg group cieli-stellati, but will rp with anyone. Account is multiship. Mun is 18+. M!A Status: Currently void.

[yuramasayoshi]

[ The unmistakable noise of shattering glass echoed throughout the perimeter. The source of the disruption could be located at the scene of the crime: a single, rotting red apple, rolling across the ground in a lazy manner. Across the way, Tyrann stood, arm slowly lowering. ]

. . . 

[ Well that hadn't exactly been the plan. Did he really throw the apple that hard? A quick glance around, and-- ]

Wasn't me.

[yuramasayoshi]

I'm not sure if I owe people things or not, but if I do, feel free to nudge me.

If not, and you want to plot, feel free to hit me with something and demand plotting. 8D Ehe.

Tyrann-mun out!

[guitaristotoya-deactivated20160]

Spluttering snow everywhere, gloved hands moved to wipe over his face. It stung a little, like it naturally would if you just had a ball of icy snow slapped across your face— but other than that, he was A-OK.

"Nng— ye-yeah. We were just having some fun-!"

Did that guy have an arm on him, or what!? 

The teen honestly had no clue who this man was, but.. he had to be part of the school if he was here, right? RIGHT! It made perfect sense.

Not wanting to stand there like one of the many surrounding trees, Otoya’s nose scrunched up and all, before he reached down to scoop up his own handful of snow. “Ah, sure thing, mister!” The redhead had no problems with the man joining in (despite the terrifying force he seemed to put behind snowball throwing), however, those the teen had originally been playing with seemed to be a tad more hesitant about continuing.

[yuramasayoshi]

Tyrann let the ball of snow in his hands bounce a few times within his grip. Despite its seeming fragility, the little orb of frost stayed solid through it all—a testimony to how sturdy it really was. The smile hadn’t left his face even as he began to approach. If he noticed the hesitance the other participants had begun to display, he didn’t seem to care.

“Are we on teams or is it every man for himself?” He questioned, eyes scanning the crowd. In situations like this, it would have been best to be wearing contacts, but he could hardly be blamed for being unprepared for a snowball fight. He was stuck with glasses on, but that just meant he would have to avoid getting hit on the face.

He finally returned his gaze to the other boy, head tilting to the side inquisitively.

[yuramasayoshi]

Sweet, sweet rock n’ roll was what he needed to get this whole trip out of his mind. It was a simple matter of putting his headphones on, pressing play, and—

♪ Silent night, holy night ~ ♪

There was a pause, and then...

“—Who the hell put Christmas music in my cd player?!”

[thecursedsnowflake-deactivated2]

"Why would that be? Snow is something amazing!"  Walking bout of the teachers cabin, Arianne glanced at her fellow colleague with a calm expression. "And if the cold bothers you. Why don’t you get inside?"

[yuramasayoshi]

“That's a matter of perspective, little lady. I ain't ever been much of the seasonal type.”

Tyrann crossed his arms, expression distant as he observed the snowfall. He gave a small huff, sending her a single glance before looking away again and speaking.

“This whole thing's been abysmal. With the way everyone's actin' over this, I'm starting to get sick of people too. Tryin' to figure out which is the lesser evil.”

[guitaristotoya-deactivated20160]

If Otoya wasn’t concerned before, he was starting to be now. The other man wore such an unreadable expression upon his face, and the redhead could only stare, lips parting for words to spill, "Uh— H-Hey, sorry about that!” He laughed away nervously, hands lifting in a way to show that he meant no harm. “No harm done, right…?”

Apparently, words didn’t make a difference, because without so much as a peep from the other, the somewhat intimidating looking male simply rolled up his own ball of snow, sending it on a one way trip right back at him.

"Wah-!"

Of course there was no chance in hell he could avoid it in time. And so Otoya took a rather painful looking snowball to the face, the force behind it enough to send the teen’s head snapping backwards. 

"GHCK-!"

Ouch. Well, that ought to leave a mark.

[yuramasayoshi]

Other than the potential of the snow melting and wetting his hair in the cold, there really hadn't been much harm done. Tyrann was hardly the type to pass up opportunities as they came, however. He stifled a laugh as his snowball hit its intended target, instead smiling in a very catlike manner as he prepared a second snowball. 

“Y'kids having a snowball fight?” Tyrann asked conversationally. In many ways, snowball fights were a lot like baseball, something he was quite decent at--pitching wise. “You don't mind if little 'ol me joins in, do you?”

He cocked his head to the side.

[guitaristotoya-deactivated20160]

"LOOK OUT-!" But it was too late.

A snowball, intended to be hurled across at another teammate in a playful manner, ended up pelting the poor stranger right smack in the back of his head instead. An impressive shot, honestly- though he doubted the older looking male would agree.

[yuramasayoshi]

Despite his dislike of the snow, Tyrann had to at least admit it was peaceful. There didn’t seem to be any brats around. Now, if the stupid snow was gone, he just might be able to get used to th—

Smack.

His train of thought ended abruptly there. Slowly, he raised a hand to the back of his head, feeling snow stuck in the long, tied up strands. And then, he turned.

And stared straight at the culprit. For several moments, it wasn’t determinable what he would do; he was a rather frightening looking man, after all. But the boy would find a snowball, tightly packed and well aimed, flying towards his face in return with frightening accuracy.

[nomuula]

D’you really want me to answer that? Ya look like both mixed into one with a side of creep. 

[Yep. That’s what she said.]

You still ignored the ‘keep out’ signs, mampara. 

[yuramasayoshi]

[ And--there he went. He let out a loud shriek of a laugh, hands coming to a rest on his hips as he observed the stranger. ]

You're funny, sunshine. Got some spunk in you.

Yeah, I guess there was one or two of those hangin' around, but what's a guy to do? Did you want me t' ask the roadkill for directions? 

[yuramasayoshi]

                                    “-------I never wanna see snow again.”

He'd been stuck in this place for way too long, if you were to ask him. The glaring white surroundings were enough to give him a headache on sight by now. 

[864000secs-deactivated20140220]

Valentine restrained himself from giving this guy a thwack to the back of his head. “You must be hard of hearing." He grumbled. Not really wanting to start off their acquaintanceship with rudeness. Though he really didn’t see it as rude, more like honest. "Just call me Valentine. Really anything but kid." If he does say kid again, the guy might just get that thwack.

Oh so he could hear. Although he wasn’t much help. “Ah I see."  scratching the side of his lip. Valentine figured they might as well take shelter in one of the gingerbread houses. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too crowded. Hell maybe if they were lucky they would find one with a kitchen, because he was quite famished. And Meola hadn’t eaten since they arrived. “Well at least I know you’re not working with him.”

Hearing the sudden whine of his pup. Valentine gave her a gentle pat. Informing her that things are okay. With that she remained quiet until she noticed the other. Which caused her to begin barking. “Theres a house or cabin a few feet from here." he replied while giving the pup another pat to silence her. "Sensei, if they have a decent kitchen. I’ll make you something." He was feeling slightly generous, but really he just wanted to get out of the cold and let Meola down. 

[yuramasayoshi]

So his name was Valentine. Not too common of a name, but somehow it seemed to fit him.

“Well then, Val,” Tyrann acquiesced, deciding to play nice for now. He was as much a fish out of water as the boy was here, and while his time in the military a few years back had made him quicker to adapt, it wouldn’t do well for him to scare off the first person he’d made contact with since these shenanigans had started. “You can call me Tyrann. Save the stuffy formalities for when we’re back. Sound good?”

He chuckled lowly at Valentine’s words, eyeing the dog as it began to yip. Indeed, he wasn’t working with the headmaster on this. He hadn’t even been aware this was going to happen; the whole trip to the north pole itself was a bit of a blur to the teacher.

He began walking again, trusting that the other would follow him, slowly approaching the first of a small set of gingerbread-looking homes.

“Looks like it. You a decent cook?” He asked. Tyrann didn’t have much in the way of culinary expertise, so whatever the kid did manage to scrounge up would do well enough. If they didn’t luck out, they could always make a fire, he supposed. As they got closer to the doorway, he finally let go of his jacket, flexing his fingers. 

“Time to see what's behind door number one.”

[nomuula]

I don’t like poachers and leechy tourists.

[She’s not exactly going to trust someone in the middle of the reserve. Much less someone who looks like the creepy poacher type.]

What you doing here, eh?

[yuramasayoshi]

You're breakin' my heart here. Do I look like a poacher or leechy tourist?

[ He probably did, and if she said as much it was likely he'd laugh--but he's just grinning at her for now, taking in the sights around him. ]

Got a bit lost, 's all. Not too familiar with the territory. Is that such a crime?

[864000secs-deactivated20140220]

Woah this guy seemed like quite the character. Maybe it was the large mark/scar on his face. Eyes widening he responded calmly. “Don’t call me a kid." Valentine huffed. His breath visible in the frosty air as he spoke. He was a MAN god dammit. Okay but that aside. He really doesn’t like being called kid. 

After adjusting his scarf to where the pup couldn’t be touched by the arms of the chilly air. He returned his attention to the taller male. He didn’t seem as jolly as the rest, perhaps he was on the same boat as himself. Completely unamused by this whole spectacle. “I’m only looking for shelter, but I spotted you. Believing that you might have some clue as to why we are looking for a someone whom I thought was nothing more than a mere fairy tale." Seeing as he didn’t believe anythingthe headmaster spewed from those tarnished lips of his. 

[yuramasayoshi]

“Whatever you say, kid,” Tyrann replied, brushing aside the other’s comment. It was rare he bothered to call anyone properly by their names, and it wasn’t like he knew this guy’s name in particular anyway. His eyes followed the stranger’s movements, finally seeing the puppy that was being nestled so snuggly into the kid’s scarf. Odd, he thought, before shrugging mentally. He’d seen odder things, though—including that new headmaster. What was with that guy’s wacky pink hair…?

“Shelter, huh?” He mused, raising a hand to rub at his chin, fingertips following the groove of his scar in the process purely by habit. “Not a bad idea. Can’t say I know any more than you do about this whole mess that freak tossed us into, but I do know one thing: I’m ready to do whatever it takes just to get it all over with. It’s fucking cold out here.”

He dusted some stray snow off of his coat sleeve in emphasis, a frown tugging at his lips.

“Y’can tag along if you want to. Not sure if I’m gonna find any decent place to sit at, but fuck, if Santa does exist he should at least have some hot chocolate laying around.”

He’d prefer coffee, but he wasn’t about to pick a fight with a fairy tale over accommodations.

Yet.

[nomuula]

+1

'ey! Mampara, get out the reserve before i 'ave the authorities called.

What is it with you lot and understanding a ‘keep out’ sign when y’see it?

[yuramasayoshi]

I ain't seen a keep out sign anywhere, honeypants. What's the face for? Don't like strangers?

[ He'd totally seen the sign. ]

[something-very-special]

hope you don't mind another question: about ending d....i don't really understand the mechanics behind it. what is it that causes nier to get erased? is it something tyrann did? that would make some sense since he presented the choice, but how is it that he can do such a thing? as far as i know this is never really touched upon. it's a really powerful, emotional moment but i can't make heads or tails over how it actually happened.

It is indeed a thing that Tyrann can do, but in order to explain the situation (at least as I understand it), we have to look outside the game. In-game, it has no context and admittedly doesn’t make a lot of sense (and it’s really to the benefit of the game that you’re too busy bawling to realize it until after the credits), but there is something from elsewhere that might shed some light on what happened.

So lets talk about DRAKENGARD PACT MAGIC! :D

(If you don’t care about my meandering explanation, just get to the big bold-face sentence down below for my conclusion.)

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[unpleasant-nagi]

  Nagi jumped at the older man’s request, “no it’s… o-okay I have to go to my… dorm first.” Lie after lie he was only digging himself a deeper hole. He was an actor for crying out loud! He really shouldn’t be this nervous! The pinket exited the room, trying to quickly walk away and ditch the teacher.

[yuramasayoshi]

He watched as the boy skittered from the room like a nervous animal, and following the boy in a leisurely manner, Tyrann stopped at the doorway as Nagi began to head down the hall. He waited a few seconds, preparing, before finally calling out.

“Nagi,” He said, and gone was his smile, replaced by a knowing smirk. “The dorms are the other way, aren’t they?”

[864000secs-deactivated20140220]

The cold was something that didn’t bother the boy much. Also as much as the fact that Santa had gone missing. If he was about 9 years younger, maybe he would have been more enthusiastic about it. Now it seems that he could careless if he were on the naughty or nice list. Right now he was more concerned about other things.

One of those things was nestled upon his neck. Possibly very cozy as she laid on his scarf. Ears perked up as she cocked her head curiously towards everything. Hiro had gotten left behind, but Meola had somehow slipped within the ride to the frozen ‘wonderland’. Valentine would have preferred her to stay back at his dorms with Hiro, but it seems like now he didn’t have much of a choice.

Looking around, there were houses that appeared like gingerbread scattered about the area. They must’ve been the suppose elves homes. The headmaster sure is going through a lot just to make this all believable. Just before making his way to seek shelter, he spotted another fellow. He had muttered something, but Valentine couldn’t quite make it out.

“Ah.." he took in a deep breath of cold air. His cheeks slightly pink from the frost embracing them. Finally catching up with the guy, the boy gave him a light tug to his clothing. Not really caring if this guy was on either team. 

[yuramasayoshi]

The gingerbread looking houses were beginning to make him hungry, which was quite a feat considering Tyrann himself had never particularly enjoyed anything involving gingerbread that he‘d tried through the years. He couldn‘t decide if the houses looked exceptionally tasty or if his lack of morning coffee was contributing to starvation.

Either way, he hadn't been there for long and already he was despising the place. It looked too damn... cheery, and that was with it being desolate. He didn't want to know what it was like in full swing.

Frost-induced smoke came with every exhale of breath he gave, and as the cold began to settle in, he clutched his coat that much closer.

‘Santa’ better pray he’s dead before I find him if I get sick from this, he thought, quite violently.

He hadn’t made it very far when he felt the tug to his jacket. The teacher turned, peering down through his glasses at the face of the younger male. He didn’t recognize him, but he figured from the lack of pointy ears and his youthful appearance that he was a student.

“Hey, kid,” He greeted wearily, not yet noticing the creature tucked near the other's neck. “What can I do ya for?”

[yuramasayoshi]

    It was freezing. That was the first thing Tyrann had acknowledged upon arriving at the destination the Headmaster had so cordially—and he used this word very loosely—swept them to. It was to be expected, of course, it was the North Pole, but the whole fiasco had left the teacher in a significantly more irritate mood.

    So Santa had gone missing. Why was he supposed to care? Even as a child he hadn’t bothered considering whether or not the red blob of a man had existed. Regardless of that, however, he knew that no matter what he believed that he was stuck here until the old bastard was found.

    “Ain’t so jolly wherever you are now, are you?” He deadpanned, speaking to himself more than anything as he let out a huge sigh. Whatever.

    He began to trek around the area, ignoring the crunching sound his boots made on the snow beneath his feet. He might as well find one of the other poor fools on the ‘nice’ team and try and cover some ground. He didn’t like working with others, but hell—whatever got them out of the North Pole and back home.