I. Underground Overcrowding The Vault has always made him more irritable than when he's dealing with difficult patients, but the current situation's even worse. There's simply too much to deal with, too many people, too many complaints, too many unprepared for the drastic changes of uprooting the lives they knew to follow what they hoped would be better. Tau certainly hopes the experience doesn't make them regret their decisions, even as he wishes they weren't all crammed into this place.
"HEY!"
Maybe his shout is missed for the anger-fueled yelling that's devolved into shoving, and he anticipates a fist to fly any time soon. Now, were you instigating, or the one being pushed to respond?
In any case, there's now some skinny looking teenager glaring between both parties, holding back that arm with frightening ease.
"Normally this is where I toss someone overboard. Think you can cool off without? Or you want to try me?" He might be raring for a fight himself.
II. Better Drink Tau... is not a drinker. Back in Flotsam he's been known to toss drunkards into the sea if they were getting too rowdy. But he's also known for highly effective but terribly tasting hangover remedies. Some believe it's just because he's sadistic like that, but he insists the worst it tastes, the more effective, and unfortunately no one's been able to refute that.
So he's claimed a table just outside of the new drunkards' row, calmly crushing and preparing ingredients. It's actually a little disturbing watching how very careful and deliberate he is in applying pestle to mortar, like he's envisioning something else as he works. Like the heads he'd love to crack together of those who are currently being particularly loud, repeat offenders no doubt.
Tsuyukusa (Tau) // Amatsuki
The Vault has always made him more irritable than when he's dealing with difficult patients, but the current situation's even worse. There's simply too much to deal with, too many people, too many complaints, too many unprepared for the drastic changes of uprooting the lives they knew to follow what they hoped would be better. Tau certainly hopes the experience doesn't make them regret their decisions, even as he wishes they weren't all crammed into this place.
"HEY!"
Maybe his shout is missed for the anger-fueled yelling that's devolved into shoving, and he anticipates a fist to fly any time soon. Now, were you instigating, or the one being pushed to respond?
In any case, there's now some skinny looking teenager glaring between both parties, holding back that arm with frightening ease.
"Normally this is where I toss someone overboard. Think you can cool off without? Or you want to try me?" He might be raring for a fight himself.
II. Better Drink
Tau... is not a drinker. Back in Flotsam he's been known to toss drunkards into the sea if they were getting too rowdy. But he's also known for highly effective but terribly tasting hangover remedies. Some believe it's just because he's sadistic like that, but he insists the worst it tastes, the more effective, and unfortunately no one's been able to refute that.
So he's claimed a table just outside of the new drunkards' row, calmly crushing and preparing ingredients. It's actually a little disturbing watching how very careful and deliberate he is in applying pestle to mortar, like he's envisioning something else as he works. Like the heads he'd love to crack together of those who are currently being particularly loud, repeat offenders no doubt.