5 • Wild Tiger • [Action]

[wildkotetsu]

[He wakes up groggily from the sedatives and decides it's entirely fine to try to walk with what's left of it in his system.

The first thing he doesn't notice is that instead of walking on two feet, he's staggering around on four; the reason being, he's just a silly old tiger, one with poor memory and very poor human skills, possibly because he has none whatsoever; the train of thought a human would have is lost on him—there are trees and he knows they are good for scratching claws on. There's snow on the ground from a night's snow a few days prior, and he's aware it's wet and cold.

He's also aware of something squeezing his wrist uncomfortably. He gnaws the shit out of his watch before he gives up and let's it stay on his kitty wrist, accompanying a extremely-stretched bracelet of beads.

And he's hungry. And still tired. Mmm... Sleep is good.



There might be a tiger finding a place to sleep around you; be it in your room—a window or an opened door, perhaps—in your bed, on your couch. There might be a wild jungle cat just sleeping it up. There might be one out on the path curled up snoozing. Or... for some people, he might recognize your house or apartment and sneak in to sleep in your abode or on your step.

Either way, there's a tiger with green wings hanging around.

Or.



You may wake up to find a strange sound in the morning... The sound of shuffling, of glasses breaking, of cupboards and fridges being broken. That is because this confused tiger, caught between its natural and unnatural side, can't for the life of him figure out how he works this thing or how he recognizes the shapes of certain objects. Like handles. Which he breaks pretty easily. He's a big-ass creature, you know.

Walking in may reveal wraps and plates and misc. things on the floor; he's possibly enjoying a nice uncooked chicken breast or ripping your cereal box to shit. In fact, he might just bust into the restaurant, grocery store, or any other place with food so that he can devour it.

Don't worry, though. He's a pretty friendly tiger, for the most part; as in, he won't try to eat you. Because as animal as he is, he hasn't forgotten what he is: that thing being that he's a dumb but relatively heroic fella. His hazy mind vaguely recalls this strange desire... Can't go beating people up and ripping out their innards, y'know.]


[[ooc: all replies coming from literalwildtiger ]

Comments

I'm running out of threads with you 8| /fixes this

[mikangirl]

[Nami's taking advantage of the lull between snowfalls to be out in the orchard today, checking the trees for damage and encouraging healthiness where she can by gentle application of filial magic. Her journal's open beside her to check for the return of certain missing mothers (8|) but otherwise today is a COMPLETELY UNEVENTFUL DAY.

...feel free to change that.]

hnnngh

[literalwildtiger]

[She might notice a few scratches on her beautiful mikan trees... like something was sharpening its claws on them instinctively. Yep. Sorry about that.

And the sounds coming from the cottage? A lot of really muffled animal noises and clanking sounds. Guess who got their heads stuck tight in a bucket that had some sauce left in the bottom of it?

This guy, that's who. He's flopping around the floor trying to get the damn thing off.]

1/3

[mikangirl]

[MY TREES. GDIT I DON'T CARE IF THIS WAS MORO, YOU'RE GOING DOWN, YOU VANDAL.]

[mikangirl]

[Of course, the whole clunk-clank-bang sounds coming from her cottage are going to get her attention pretty damn fast. It's the guttural animal sounds beneath all that clanking that give her pause. What is that...?

A bear...? Or a big ...cat thing... god, she doesn't know. Um. But they're definitely coming from her cottage.]

3/4 >>

[mikangirl]

[...her cottage. First her trees and now Bellemere's cottage, you big jerky animal thing. This is Nami slamming the door back with climatact in hand, because fuck you pal--]

I don't care how big your teeth are or if you're a friend of my captain's, you can get the hell--

[mikangirl]

[...



...tiger with a bucket on its head.

o





kay. Please hold.]

See?

[flickerflash]

[Oh. My.

Covered in so much snow like that, you almost look like a log, Mr Tiger. Well, an orange stripey log, at any rate. Katie's going to stop when she sees him, crouching down by a tree just to watch for a moment; those green wings twitching a little. Headtilt. Study. Peeeer.

Yup. That's a tiger all right.

...a tiger that dreams of superheroes and little girls and ... and robot bunnies or something. She doesn't think those are regular tiger meals. Except maybe the fat one. 8|a

Awesome.]

YOOOOU

[literalwildtiger]

[sniff. sniff.

Smells weird. He stirs and lifts his head blearily, still sort of floating around on tranquilizers, before he gives her a lazy tiger stare. And then he... just lays his head back down and huffs through his nose.

fuck man what did they DO TO MEEEEE]

MEEEEE

[flickerflash]

[Katie would like to inform you, Mr Tiger, that she doesn't smell weird. B| How rude. She just tilts her head more at the stare, then purses her lips as he lays his head back down. That's a very tired tiger.

...she wonders if the tiger will protest if she creeps up and flops down in the snow next to it, huddling up against its big warm flank and brushing off some of that snow.

One way to find out.]

oh jfc

[mindgooshed]

[ ugh WHAT IS THAT NOISE IN THE KITCHENS OUT THERE barnaby had planned on sleeping in a little today but apparently that isn't going to happen.

he comes tromping out of his apartment and into the kitchens, all disheveled and looking harassed. ]

Just what do you think you're--

[ holy shit that's a tiger ]

1/2

[literalwildtiger]

[Can't see you too busy eating shit in the fridge. The one with the door torn off. Yep. Got some pick of wrapped meat and I am trying my best to unwrap it.

You know what, fuck unwrapping it.

WILD TIGER USED MAUL.

IT WAS EFFECTIVE.

bits of plastic is good for a balanced breakfast.]

shut up ilu

[literalwildtiger]

[DSFKSDJF NEVERMIND THAT PLASTIC SHIT IS GROSS.

Oh well. He just keeps eating anyway WITH THE MOST DISSATISFIED CAT FACE EVER.]

quietly facepalms

[mindgooshed]

[ .. wow.

this tiger is really dumb.

okay whatever barnaby is a hero he has hundred power he isn't afraid of some tiger. .... some tiger with .. familiar looking green wings. he's quickly recalling snatches of conversation, things he has researched in the library and on the journals, things about the kidnappings ..

but he's still on edge. barnaby steps closer, then slaps his hand down on the countertop to catch the beast's attention. ]

[i_am_not_cute]

[Hey, guess who just tripped over your furry ass while she was rounding a corner in the middle of jogging around the village? Yup. Hope you enjoy a Dragon Kid literally stumbling upon you, tiger.]

[literalwildtiger]

[WOW RUDE.

He hops up and his hair bristles up and he's scanning the scene for what the hell just stumbling over his big stripey body; he doesn't see the thing's face yet, but there's something about it. :|a

He lets out a grumpy growl.]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash was headed home for lunch after another failed search out in the forest. He was tired, but he had a bag of lunch meat in his hands and even some catnip in his pockets for the cats. It probably wasn't a good idea to give those two catnip, but maybe it would help the house not seem so empty.

Then again these thoughts are broken up when he spots a tiger on his yard asleep.

There's a tiger.

Asleep.

On his yard.









...fancy that.]

[Action]

[literalwildtiger]

[Zzzzz.....

Kotetsu opens one eye, stares down Vash—hey you're familiar—before he curls back up on top of a dumb red leather trenchcoat he found nearby with the laundry. THE GROUND IS ICY, and this feels find of like a cool nest or something. Buzz off, familiar person.]

[Action] /NEVER MAKES UP HER MIND

[concasse]

[Rare though they are, Sanji does occasionally take a day off - no cooking (save for his crew), no visiting, no opening the journal until late evening. He stashes the thing deep into his coat pocket and pretends it doesn't exist.

And then, he takes a walk. The destination isn't too far into the forest, but the area is secluded - just the way he likes it. He's grown accustomed to being the only one who ever visits this place. You could even say he selfishly hordes it, now, from the circle of tall trees and bushes to the small clearing that blooms with blue flowers, despite the icy winter. It's where he comes when he needs to be alone and think, and with his insomnia starting to catch up with him...

He won't stay long. But he settles against one of the pine trees and slides down until he's sitting, soon lost in thought, with only a cigarette to keep him company.]

[Action] GEEZ

[literalwildtiger]

[Everything's so calm and tranquil...

Until a deer goes flying out of the brush; wow, you'd think it was running from something... which it is, because a big blur of orange and black flies out in front of Sanji and tries to follow the other creature.

Problem is that a.) its long gone into the thicket and b.) he's about to run right into Sanji. He skids in the snow bulleting right at the chef, his butt raising up dramatically as he slides. And then he just collapses a foot away from Sanji, huffing a huge breath through his nose.

Dude, I could have killed you with my huge bod.]

I guess both you guys get the elf-and-kitty show...

[soulboundhunter]

[Not too far north of the village, there is the scent of a fire, skins, and...is that meat? Yes, that's meat. Probably rabbit, a few fish, and so forth. It's all hanging on a rack next to a nicely done hide tent, apparently being smoked for storage.

There is, however, also a very large liger cat laying next to the log that's next to the fire that's next to the rack.

And that cat, should Mr. Tiger decide to follow his nose, will be watching this new-comer when he appears in the camp.

Very. Intently.]

LOL, oh boy

[literalwildtiger]

[Kotetsu wanders along toward the fire, taking the most cautious steps; you wanna share that, other fellow cat? Because he sure would love to eat some, too, and if you're not doing it...

We... we cool...? Yeah...?]

[ahardwiredheart]

[Yusuke was walking along a path to get groceries, when he noticed something orange with stripes. At first, he didn't look at the feline directly, but then it registered into his mind that something was off.
He took a closer look at the cat using the tree as a scratching post.]

... Is that... A tiger?...

[It obviously is, but it's unnatural for there to be a tiger around here. Animals can talk, right?
He's going to approach the tiger now.]

Excuse me... Are you lost?

[literalwildtiger]

[... He turns and gives the guy a confused stare. DON'T TALK TO TIGERS THEY MIGHT EAT YOU, geez; Kotetsu doesn't really recognize him, so he just continues sharpening his claws and rubbing his shoulder and flank against the bark.

Nice try, at least, but this massage feels too nice to leave.]

[lostinmyway]

[What a lovely day to go for a walk! The trees look so beautiful with the snow on their branches and gigantic scratch marks on their trunks...

...?

She totally hasn't noticed, you know, the wild tiger asleep not far away. Not yet, anyway. Give her a few seconds. Or a few hours.]

[literalwildtiger]

[Zzzzzz.

Yeah, that's all he's got. After spending some time getting the tranquilizers out of his system, he's suddenly realized how nice it is to just plop on the ground and doze like a moron.

His ear flinches at the sound of her, but he's content to just curl up more.]