Just Fill a Pail Already, You Two Seeing Tyzias in good shape is something of a rarity, especially with all of the recent looping chaos. She's perpetually messy, exhausted, and as of late always wounded in some way. Richard is probably the only one among the Heroes to see what she looks like when she actually puts some effort into her appearance.
Until now.
Tyzias has managed to divert obsessive attention to detail that she normally pours into her work, studies, and adventures to her outfit for the dance. The dark grey suit is clean-pressed, the teal tie is tied perfectly, her hair looks halfway combed, and... are those cufflinks and earrings with a spades symbol on them?
But perhaps what's even more flabbergasting is the fact that Tyzias has brought a date(?) on her arm. A tall, elegant elezen clad in a flowing white dress, a champagne flute in her other hand. It's difficult to judge whether they're actually on a date, though, considering that they seem to be exclusively arguing.
"That's it. I'm cutting you off, Sharas. It's barely ten in the morning and you're already drunk off you ass!" Tyzias snaps, reaching for her date's drink.
Sharas twirls out of the way, giggling. "Awwwwwwww, c'mon, Tizzy. Live a little! This isn't even my fifth drink."
"Ninth. That's your ninth drink. And don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking shots of Firaga into your champagne. What kind of nooksniffing imbecile even does that? I'm not a sommelier, but that has to taste like shit."
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it~"
"As appealing as it sounds to permanently deaden my tastebuds, no thanks."
"Really. Really. Really! It isn't that bad."
"I'm dead serious. I have no clue how you're not unconscious at this point, for fuck's sake."
"Maaaaaaaybe I would be if I had the alcohol tolerance of a total teetotaler like you. It's the end of the world! Have some fun for once in your life, Tiz!" Sharas headbutts Tyzias's horns, smirking.
The troll blushes furiously. "I HAVE TO FIGHT A GIANT FUCKING DRAGON IN LESS THAN EIGHT HOURS FROM NOW I CAN'T GET DRUNK"
They keep bickering, but... it's looking more and more like they want to make out than anything else. What is going on with these two?
Mingle Thankfully, Tyzias doesn't bicker with her kismesis for the entire night. Eventually, Sharas goes to dance with the other party guests, leaving Tyzias to linger in the corner, looking out at the reception... with a can of beer in her hand. Looks like the elezen won that argument.
Tyzias takes a pensive sip from her beverage as her gaze sweeps over the mass of celebratory Vaikunthans. There, she sees a bangaa who she couldn't rescue in time during one of the early evacuation attempts shotgunning a drink shirtless. There, the other cops on her beat who ended up getting themselves killed trying to save a civilian from a Calamity monster are all toasting to her. A smile tugs at her lips, and she raises her can of beer back as they whoops.
It was weird, knowing that there were so, so many ways she could've screwed this up. That she did screw this up, that she failed to save so many people when if she'd tried just a little bit harder, pushed herself a little bit longer, she could've saved more people-- but that didn't matter now. Not for this loop.
As weird as it was thinking about that, it was weirder seeing all of those people alive. And better than that, happy and hopeful. But it was weird in a distinctively good way, a way that lightened the lead ball of guilt in Tyzias's gut that had present ever since she'd learned what her caste was supposed to do back on Altneria.
Tyzias takes another gulp of her drink. "...you know, it's still kinda hard to believe that we've finally did it," she whispers, staring into the can of beer. "That this is it."
The troll laughs hoarsely. "You know what's fucked up? I think I'm going to miss talking to Karen-From-The-PTA at the beginning of each loop. In some weird, twisted way."
She thinks for a moment. Then shakes her head. "Actually, no. Fuck her. She can deal with her bullshit all by herself now."
Tyzias | OTA | Candlelight Hate-Date
Seeing Tyzias in good shape is something of a rarity, especially with all of the recent looping chaos. She's perpetually messy, exhausted, and as of late always wounded in some way. Richard is probably the only one among the Heroes to see what she looks like when she actually puts some effort into her appearance.
Until now.
Tyzias has managed to divert obsessive attention to detail that she normally pours into her work, studies, and adventures to her outfit for the dance. The dark grey suit is clean-pressed, the teal tie is tied perfectly, her hair looks halfway combed, and... are those cufflinks and earrings with a spades symbol on them?
But perhaps what's even more flabbergasting is the fact that Tyzias has brought a date(?) on her arm. A tall, elegant elezen clad in a flowing white dress, a champagne flute in her other hand. It's difficult to judge whether they're actually on a date, though, considering that they seem to be exclusively arguing.
"That's it. I'm cutting you off, Sharas. It's barely ten in the morning and you're already drunk off you ass!" Tyzias snaps, reaching for her date's drink.
Sharas twirls out of the way, giggling. "Awwwwwwww, c'mon, Tizzy. Live a little! This isn't even my fifth drink."
"Ninth. That's your ninth drink. And don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking shots of Firaga into your champagne. What kind of nooksniffing imbecile even does that? I'm not a sommelier, but that has to taste like shit."
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it~"
"As appealing as it sounds to permanently deaden my tastebuds, no thanks."
"Really. Really. Really! It isn't that bad."
"I'm dead serious. I have no clue how you're not unconscious at this point, for fuck's sake."
"Maaaaaaaybe I would be if I had the alcohol tolerance of a total teetotaler like you. It's the end of the world! Have some fun for once in your life, Tiz!" Sharas headbutts Tyzias's horns, smirking.
The troll blushes furiously. "I HAVE TO FIGHT A GIANT FUCKING DRAGON IN LESS THAN EIGHT HOURS FROM NOW I CAN'T GET DRUNK"
They keep bickering, but... it's looking more and more like they want to make out than anything else. What is going on with these two?
Mingle
Thankfully, Tyzias doesn't bicker with her kismesis for the entire night. Eventually, Sharas goes to dance with the other party guests, leaving Tyzias to linger in the corner, looking out at the reception... with a can of beer in her hand. Looks like the elezen won that argument.
Tyzias takes a pensive sip from her beverage as her gaze sweeps over the mass of celebratory Vaikunthans. There, she sees a bangaa who she couldn't rescue in time during one of the early evacuation attempts shotgunning a drink shirtless. There, the other cops on her beat who ended up getting themselves killed trying to save a civilian from a Calamity monster are all toasting to her. A smile tugs at her lips, and she raises her can of beer back as they whoops.
It was weird, knowing that there were so, so many ways she could've screwed this up. That she did screw this up, that she failed to save so many people when if she'd tried just a little bit harder, pushed herself a little bit longer, she could've saved more people-- but that didn't matter now. Not for this loop.
As weird as it was thinking about that, it was weirder seeing all of those people alive. And better than that, happy and hopeful. But it was weird in a distinctively good way, a way that lightened the lead ball of guilt in Tyzias's gut that had present ever since she'd learned what her caste was supposed to do back on Altneria.
Tyzias takes another gulp of her drink. "...you know, it's still kinda hard to believe that we've finally did it," she whispers, staring into the can of beer. "That this is it."
The troll laughs hoarsely. "You know what's fucked up? I think I'm going to miss talking to Karen-From-The-PTA at the beginning of each loop. In some weird, twisted way."
She thinks for a moment. Then shakes her head. "Actually, no. Fuck her. She can deal with her bullshit all by herself now."