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]
If you want the full run down about them, I'd rather do it in person. It... could take a while.
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
[He was just planning on drinking and sewing. Speaking of drinks.]
How about meeting at Good Spirits - it's the village tavern here. Would that be alright with you?
Re: [Voice]
...
I just woke up in there, actually.
[Voice]
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
Even with the wings, it isn't hard to feel like you're on drugs. [Ahaha... that first day in Luceti was... something. And freezing. Can't forget making a trek across the mountains in socks, shoes, and New Feather pants. He still considers himself lucky he didn't lose fingers, toes, or manparts to that.] Still like that some days. Alcohol is good medicine in these parts for that.
Re: [Voice]
If you're trying to make me feel paranoid for the future, it's working.
[Voice]
... Oops. Didn't mean to do that; the paranoia sets in nicely on its own. [Even though it's said lightly and with a joking tone, the kernel of truth is there to be heard.] But really, this place is manageable most of the time. Difficult but manageable.
Re: [Voice]
Law, was it?
[Voice]
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
Oh. Let's see. Around seven? It lets me get a little dinner down before I come join you.
Sounds good?
Re: [Voice]
[Voice -> Action]
[And there Law is in the bar on time, at a table with a clear view of the room and the entrance. Sipping a beer and slouching back in his chair.
Sumire is in his lap. Which is the only time he'll willingly bring her down to the bar (the rest of the time she escapes the house and follows). Figured after the initial confusion, it would only be fair if you met her.]
[Action]
Yo!
[Action]
[Beards, hats, and big ass swords (not the only thing he's armed with, but the most visible). He scratches behind the ear of his lazing kitten.]
You should get yourself something to drink. You look half frozen!
[Action]
Maa, maa, just a little. The weather's not so bad if you run it off.
[Action]
[Draining that beer.]
Anyway...
... so... you wanted to know about the Malnosso. Where do you want me to start?
[Action]
The beginning. Maaa, well, as close to the beginning as you can get, anyway.
[Action]
They've been around this world a long time. Lifetimes. Apparently the Third Party was here first, or so everyone supposes. I'll get to the Third Party in a little bit - they're important. Anyway, we, the people trapped in the other enclosures, the people on the outside and the Malnosso? Have something in common - we're all drawn from home into this universe by things called Shifts, and sent back at random times by the same means.
The big difference is that for us, the people trapped? We get sent back so much faster. Sometimes days, usually months, in a few cases, years. There are only a handful of people remaining in the village from when Luceti was 'founded'. Not so for those that are free. They can go lifetimes before going home - living, dying, and reviving. And some, I suppose haven't gone home at all.
And they are desperate to get home, or so the story goes. So some of them banded together into this organization known as the Malnosso. Any means possible.
Which is where we come in. We are their lab rats, soldiers, toys, and servants - whatever they need us to be, be us willing or no. All for the purpose of going home.
[Action]
And he wrinkles his nose at the rest, frankly.]
So they put us below them out of some sort of... seniority or somethin'?
[Action]
... to be fair, it's the same thing for a lot of us here. Most see the Malnosso as nothing but monsters. You get less sympathetic as time goes by.
[Action]
Maybe somewhere in that mess of monsters, someone cares about their tools.
It's a passing thought, but it's his silent optimism nonetheless.]
So they've been around for a long time and they're jerks. Anything else we know about 'em?
[Action]
Maybe they were just a bunch of bastards from the beginning.
Who's to say.
... - and he begins to see a genuine honesty behind the Third Party claims that a final death is a release from suffering. Degeneration. The cancer of time and the continual cycles of life and death making malignant a person's soul. But it is not a cure. It is simply giving up on the patient from the start. - ...
... how long before that silent optimism withers at the stalk?]
Few more things. For starters lets talk external politics before moving onto all the internal strife within the Malnosso Organization. As you may have heard, they're at war and they draft us to fight their enemies - the Third Party. That also has been going on a long time. It seems they're at a bloody deadlock right now, and as time goes by, the worse things get on the outside. Basically a war of attrition.
The Third Party's goal is simple - or so it's been presented. Free everyone... [And he begins to call up a very particular entry on his journal. A very particular one.] by sending all of us to the afterlife.
Permanently.
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]