Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-01-08 07:49 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-01-08 07:49 pm
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5 • Wild Tiger • [Action]
[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 fromliteralwildtiger ]
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
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...tiger with a bucket on its head.
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kay. Please hold.]
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still thrashing--
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i cant even]
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There is a tiger in her cottage who is almost certainly responsible for the damaged trees outside.
There is a tiger with a bucket stuck on its head.
Flailing about like a giant feline klutz.
With sharp teeth and claws.
...and wings.
Wings?
Oy.]
2/3 I LIE A LOT IN THIS THREAD
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[She is not taken in by your moe, taiga. B|]
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HNNNRGH
He responds by standing up and walking backwards as though there is no such thing as forward, knocking into things and tilting 'em over to fall. Such is the life of a dumb cat. The tiger makes a threatening noise, but it's not... exactly aimed at Nami.
IT'S DARK WHY IS IT DARK IN HERE]
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[Because screaming at a tiger makes her feel better, okay. The threatening sound would be a lot more threatening if you hadn't just walked backward like a big dopey cat in the most comical way like you're trying to walk away from... that ...bucket...
... oh hell.]
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[Whether or not the tiger 'comes here', she's going to the tiger, cautiously at first. Not quite game enough to sit down completely, and laying down the business end of her climatact nearby so she can fry the heck out of him if need be. Nami reaches out and wraps her fingers over the bucket's rim, tugging lightly back.] Try now, you big idiot.
[Of course, this is asking that the tiger understand her. So after a few lighter tugs, she gets more forceful. One way or the other, this bucket is coming off B|]
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He lets out a big rumbly noise and finally pops right out. While he's big and manry, Nami is... not so much. So enjoy possibly flying backward with a bucket in your hands; he's just happy to be out, rubbing his face with a big ol' paw.]
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yeah okay, tumbling backwards with a high-pitched squeak and getting a hand temporarily tangled in said bucket. She flings it across the room a second later and reaches for her climatact because you are a tiger and eventually you will stop doing that and she wants to make sure you won't eat her. 8|
So she'll just. Sit here awkwardly on the floor brandishing a staff at the tiger and seeing what it will do next.]
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Look, the memory-part of it isn't important. He's plopped down to sit, waiting to see what you're doing. 8|]
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STARE OFF, WHO WILL WIN
Well okay, if neither of them are doing all that much besides, eventually Nami notices there's something wrapped around the tiger's paw.
...familliar-looking beads and watch. Um. Her eyes narrow. Yeah, give her a second, she knows she's seen those, she's just trying to place them--
--oh, fuck off, Malnosso.]
...Kote...tsu? [Are you really a tiger. 8| Don't answer that.]
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He walks over and leans into her, chuffing a friendly hello. Maybe he just realized you got that bucket off his head. Or maybe he thinks that was magic and he's only recognizing you as Nami. Probably the latter. :|a]
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oh dear. It takes a bit, and more staring down bemusedly at this tiger leaning into her and making that sound and dear lord what does she do with a Kotetsu tiger-- her arms come up to give him a gentle tentative sort of hug, because-- she doesn't really know how much of you is in there, really. 8|]
It'll wear off soon. Or they'll fix it. [That's just in case he can understand. Urgh, that paw looks horribly constricted.
And speaking of which--] Gimme a sec. [Given previous conversations, she tries to lift up the relevant paw to see if there's currently a wedding ring being particularly painful and buried in that fur somewhere.]
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not that she knows it's super-duper technology anyway.;~; seriously though, my paw? killing me.
He looks at her and lets out a mighty mauuuooowww. Translation: THIS ACHEY PAIN IS DISTRESSING ME MAKE IT STOP.]
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Okay, gimme a sec. Let's see if I can get that off without destroying them. [She's got long fingernails, at least. Excuse her, trying to work the catch without accidentally breaking the bracelet, 'k.]
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Yesss.
For your valiant efforts, Nami, you get a friendly forehead squished into your boobies. :|]
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he puts a paw on top of his head, looking betrayed
I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?!]
GDIT /flips a table
And don't give me that look either! It won't work!
[It's working. 8|]
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WHERE IS THE LOVE, NAMI. WHERE IS THE LOVE.
I'll just lay here and look like an abused cat, thanks.]
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Look. You hungry?
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