Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildkotetsu) wrote2011-11-03 07:59 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2011-11-03 07:59 pm
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.]
[Voice A]
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.]
[Voice B]
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.]
[Voice A]
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.]
[Voice B]
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.]
[VOICE]
Even if he doesn't have an ass.]That was almost perfect! [/STILL SNICKERING.]
Re: [VOICE]
You've got a pretty weird laugh.
Does this have to do with your friend?
[VOICE]
It does, yes! [Heehee. Okay, calming down now.] You seem like a very nice fellow yourself! I'd rather not mistake you for him, or him for you if he should show up here.
Re: [VOICE]
Maybe have a... friendship password.
[VOICE]
[And he's known so well for paying attention!]
Re: [VOICE]
[VOICE]
Ah! What was your name?
Re: [VOICE]
Pleasure to meet you.
[VOICE]
Re: [VOICE]
[VOICE]
Re: [VOICE]
Thanks for the chat!