Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (
wildkotetsu) wrote2011-11-03 07:59 pm
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1 • Paperboy Hat • [Action/Voice]
[Start of the day: waking up flopped across a bar counter missing a shirt with a monster headache.
The day before: nothing at all like this or leading up to this.
It makes him wonder. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, rolling off the table in alarm, slams face-first into the floor with a muffled grunt, before patting around for a bar stool to use for leverage. And he drags himself up, his entire face pounding now—
Oh, this place is apparently closed. Or maybe just really empty today (feel free to prove that last point). Because the doors are shut, the lights are dimmed, and he's flopping himself back up like a half-baked penguin to a seat that is next to a lot of empty seats. Hoooo, my head is killing me. First thing to notice, his side was nearly entirely healed up. The remnants of a burn were barely visible in the room. The second, the wings. The wings that were attributing to his headache. The things that only birds should have.
Those wings.
Alright, alright. He's obviously just tripping some heavy balls right now. As he leaves the building looking unbelievably confused, he messes with the journal. It... sort of reminds him of stuff back home, only... he's pretty sure paper doesn't work like this. There are people talking on it. He can read their stuff. Er, watch it, even.]
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Oi, oi, what's the big idea here? Where's my city at, huh?
... Did I get dumped in the countryside?
[Mrrr. Ojisan isn't much liking the cold air—he lets out a biting sneeze, before mumbling,]

I must be going crazy... Talking to books...
[Doesn't matter! What does is finding some clothes that isn't showing off his poor cold bod. He's partially successful, but not entirely. He finds his very own clothes—but. But there are important things missing.]
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Aaa, if anyone sees a few things, could you tell me? A really cool paperboy hat, for one. Can't find it anywhere. [he rubs his noses, trying to sound casual about this] I found my watch, but I'm still looking out for a ring... It's just a normal silver band, but it's pretty important. If you find it, could y'let me know?
[If you'll excuse him, he's got a item shop to dig through with determination.]
The day before: nothing at all like this or leading up to this.
It makes him wonder. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, rolling off the table in alarm, slams face-first into the floor with a muffled grunt, before patting around for a bar stool to use for leverage. And he drags himself up, his entire face pounding now—
Oh, this place is apparently closed. Or maybe just really empty today (feel free to prove that last point). Because the doors are shut, the lights are dimmed, and he's flopping himself back up like a half-baked penguin to a seat that is next to a lot of empty seats. Hoooo, my head is killing me. First thing to notice, his side was nearly entirely healed up. The remnants of a burn were barely visible in the room. The second, the wings. The wings that were attributing to his headache. The things that only birds should have.
Those wings.
Alright, alright. He's obviously just tripping some heavy balls right now. As he leaves the building looking unbelievably confused, he messes with the journal. It... sort of reminds him of stuff back home, only... he's pretty sure paper doesn't work like this. There are people talking on it. He can read their stuff. Er, watch it, even.]
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Oi, oi, what's the big idea here? Where's my city at, huh?
... Did I get dumped in the countryside?
[Mrrr. Ojisan isn't much liking the cold air—he lets out a biting sneeze, before mumbling,]
I must be going crazy... Talking to books...
[Doesn't matter! What does is finding some clothes that isn't showing off his poor cold bod. He's partially successful, but not entirely. He finds his very own clothes—but. But there are important things missing.]
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Aaa, if anyone sees a few things, could you tell me? A really cool paperboy hat, for one. Can't find it anywhere. [he rubs his noses, trying to sound casual about this] I found my watch, but I'm still looking out for a ring... It's just a normal silver band, but it's pretty important. If you find it, could y'let me know?
[If you'll excuse him, he's got a item shop to dig through with determination.]
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A WILD TIGER APPEARED!]
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M-Mr. Tiger?!
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Drago— [Wait how does this thing work, what if it's a network; he really isn't good with these sorts of things. He gives his scalp a good itchin' before clearing his throat.] Pao-lin?
Where are you? How'd you find me?
[What the hell is going on.]
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I mean, I know lasers might have lasting effects or something. I just want to be entirely, 100% sure that I'm still alive and kicking.
[Maybe I fell into a coma. I'm having a crazy coma-dream. You can have those, right?]
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Oh, good, a newsie. You know, if there's one thing this place is missing, it's a good old fashioned newspaper. Why don't you work on that. As soon as you find the appropriate corresponding hat, of course.
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Just what I need in my life, someone else with annoying sass.]
Hey, I don't live in this place. You can make your own paper.
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Where is here? Why is this book working like some fancy touch phone?
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Oh, but, see, I don't have the hat for it. That's, um, a pretty obvious problem.
[Okay, fine.] Here is Luceti--and no, before you ask, this isn't your world and no, you can't go home. Kick in the pants, isn't it.
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[WHAT A NICE VOICE YOU HAVE]
Someone say something?
[Maybe if I hold it up to my ear like a phone?
I am a genius.]
I think you got the wrong number! Aaa? Hello?
[I THINK I SHOULD BE SAYING THAT TO YOU]
[OH RIGHT]
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Sanji.
Welcome back.
[That sounds like a man's voice coming from this... book... maybe secretly a crazy tablet imitating a book thing. No man face though. Instead have a cat. Licking its paw and washing its face and staring down with the same calmness and dare we say slight indifference of the voice.
No. No. Of COURSE, Kotetsu. Cats don't talk.
... or do they.
Crazy coma dream is sounding more and more plausible, isn't it?]
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Cat... Talking... cat. He leans back, confused, fairly certain he is still tripping on some kind of drug or something. That just has to be it. Also WHO THE HELL IS SANJI AND WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME.]
A-aa, who is this, exactly? I think you're mixing me up with someone else...
Am I hallucinating?
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Ah, sorry! I'm telling you all that and you just arrived. You must be really confused as to where you are.
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[So there we have it.]
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[Because it's kind of sitting on his head at the moment. He found it in the store and thought it was neat, okay.]
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[Finally, some good news around here! He claps his hands together, grinning.]
Maa, thanks a ton! It's one of my favorites! Don't go many places without it.
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[Seriously how is this even functioning. Where do the batteries go?]
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[He really needs to get with the times. Maybe Bunny was right...]
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... and, you know, he sees some guy wandering out of the bar. ] ... What the hell?
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I don't think you would find batteries if you take this journal apart. It seems to be a combination of magic and science.
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