[It was very late and very dark when Tyki Mikk finally slipped back into the village last night.

He's had a very long, very painful month and more to think about his next moves. His fight with the stupid idiot Exorcist had nearly killed him, and he had the brand new scars to show for it. Healing had taken long -- too long. He'd been without his journal, any way of discovering what was happening in the village, any way of determining what one Allen Walker could be up to.

The words is it worth it ring in his mind, and he hates them.

A Noah he may be, but Luceti has greatly capped his powers, and even over a month later, he's still not 100% recovered from his fight with Allen. So this morning, he has crawled into the clinic...

... as Mick, in his hobo regalia, because it's easier. Because Tyki doesn't feel like dealing right now, but Mick is up to the task.

He'll be vague and nonspecific about his mostly scarred over injuries, where and how he got them, doing a lot of handwaving and a lot of hinting that the truth is better left unsaid.

And once he's done, he'll finally make it back to his apartment -- dusty from disuse -- and locate his journal.]

Could someone tell me the date? Think I've been gone for a while. Still feels like I got tackled by a bear.

Hm. Anyone up for a game a poker? I'm bored, and it feels like it's been a long time since I played some cards.

(ooc; I'm so sorry it took me this long to get him back out. Major apologies for that; he's back for good now. Pretend this post went up at a sane time of June 30th, also.

Anyway. Characters are free to have seen him sneaking back into the village last night, but no action threads aside from the clinic, if you please. Feel free to run into him there or on his way home from there.)

[This one is back in black, and happened to choose the very opportune day and time of raining fiery trees. Awesome.

At some point on his way through town to find a nice bench from which to watch all this fun, one of those flaming spears will definitely come straight for him ... and pass right through him, plunging into the ground behind. Feel free to notice this happening, if you're not too busy running around trying not to get impaled.

Either way, Tyki isn't helping anyone or doing anything at all to assuage the general chaos the flaming tree rain has done. In fact, a few minutes later he's sitting by the fountain, watching everybody run around and smoking a cigarette, perfectly at his ease.

He even takes a moment to write something in his journal. Death, you say? Falling from the sky? Such trivialities are for lesser men.

The next part is written.]

Such a nice day we're having, don't you think?

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(ooc; that is, feel free to catch him in town, or reply to the written part, after he's already taken his spectator's seat.)

[Strolling into town is a hobo. The combination of dusty, loose shirt and ratty new feather pants make his inherent hoboness pretty clear. As for the shirt's origin, well. Someone kindly left their window open; how could he refuse such a blatant offer to quietly drop in and "borrow" that shirt he'd spotted?

And check out those glasses. Looks like this new kid had the good fortune to arrive with those on him. Because he is new. He looks like a complete stranger, anyway. His skin is pale and his eyes are hidden. And gold wings aren't all that uncommon, right?

Must be a new feather. Must be.

Especially since he's turning the journal over and over in his hands, finally stopping to flip through the pages. It is upside down. Hobo cannot read.

Eventually he just shoves the little book in his waist band and calls out to whoever may be walking by.]

Ho! A little help for the new guy in town? Think I got lost, somewhere.

(ooc; feel free to be the offended party whose shirt he stole. first come first served, though keep in mind it'd have to be someone of roughly similar build. |D Xanxus got it!

also, a note: in canon, no one is able to connect hobo!Tyki to Noah!Tyki on sight. they look and act completely different. no one should be able to guess who he is straight off. ping me if you want your character to guess at some point, please!

finally tags likely to come tomorrow because dying of tired.)

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Haa. What a strange little town this is. You've got mermaids, possibly fairies, gods and goddesses, enough heroes to pack a theater to the rafters...

[laughs.]

And we're all just putting on a show for the big bad Malnosso. I think I'd like to meet them.

[trollin' strollin' through town, dictating into his journal as he goes, cigarette long since finished. he seems pretty relaxed. enjoying himself, even, now that his wing is mostly healed. he's not scouting for potential victims or anything.

bored Noah is getting quite bored. Not that he'll do anything now. feel free to approach. he'll be a perfect gentleman. ♥]

[This one wakes up right in the middle of town. Next to the fountain, even. He'll just sit up and mutter to himself, raising a brow as he spots the journal and picks it up to flip through it.

Eventually he snaps it shut in a hand, sighing gustily as he pushes to his feet and runs a hand over his hair. He seems about to set off in search of someone to harass for answers...

... when his hand brushes the edge of his wing. Actually jumping a bit he's so startled, he stares with wide eyes over his shoulder.

And he gives his wings a little flap. Flap flap.

After a moment's total silence, he bursts out laughing, the sound at once amused and terrifying, clapping a hand over his eyes. Before anybody can go over and bother this new feather, much less stop him, he drops his journal, reaches over his shoulder, and tries to rip his left wing off.

Obviously he doesn't get too far. His insane laughter turns into a roar of pain and he drops to one knee, his half-torn golden wing staining rust with blood. With a slash of a furious grin, he pulls his journal over and dictates into it, in case no one is nearby.]

A little help?

(ooc; if you tag this post and you haven't yet, please respond to his permissions post! If you're wondering what the final say on his powers is now, check out the notes at the bottom of his app.)

So here's the post where you let me know what you are and are not okay with happening to your characters. The most important question I need answered is: How badly can Tyki hurt your character?

Anyone he talks to -- his entire CR -- is basically potential maiming and/or killing material, so I need to know what you're alright with, especially if you plan on tagging him! If we haven't threaded before and I tag you, I'd appreciate it if you could come here and respond. Also, please comment here if you don't want your character hurt at all ever, because I'll have Tyki avoid them a bit more (or entirely) in that case.

So have at! Any questions about how his powers work can go here, too.

Praise? Crit? Ramblings? Differences of opinion? Bring it all here. Anon is on, IP logging is off, comments are screened.