Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (
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.]
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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.]
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shut up ilu
Oh well. He just keeps eating anyway WITH THE MOST DISSATISFIED CAT FACE EVER.]
quietly facepalms
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. ]
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What is that noise.]
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IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER
that is a familiar face-thing, right there.]
...........
don't be that way baby
yes I really made this face
Can I rub up on your leg with my furry face?? Y/Y??]
welcome back you ridiculous person you
barnaby stands his ground and frowns down at the tiger that's now trying to get all up in his biznizz. he thrusts out his hands to try to push away that big giant furry head. ]
Aah- please, stop-
ngl i'm pleased to be back 1/2
After he confirms it in his weird brain he peers up eagerly at Barnaby and seems to be... searching for something distantly. Perhaps trying to piece together what he should be doing. There are things that you do, as the thing you are, and he should be doing them...
:|a Hrmm....]
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YOU SMELL LIKE NATUUUUURE]
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but.. ]
.. Kotetsu?
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Kotetsu means him... or... at least it means something is being directed at him.
Like a wonderfully complex animal call.]
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and yet he's falling to his knees regardless, and staring into the tiger's deep browngold eyes, and holding out his hands. ]
That's you, isn't it?
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oh jeez that's enough answer for him. barnaby stiffens momentarily, then quickly closes his arms around the big furry beast's neck, squeezing tightly. god he's been so worried you don't even know. ]
look up chuffing I'm too lazy to link you :|
But he's cool with it, and chuffs, kneading around playfully at Barnaby's ribs and shoulder with his nose at the contact; you wanna' wrestle or something? I mean, that's cool if you don't, I can just nuzzle some more. Until he smells that food and realizes he's still hungry, but that can wait.
AIBOU I MISSED YOU AND I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT!]
lmao lucky for you i already know what chuffing is
but jeez you don't know your own strength do you; barnaby is very nearly knocked off balance by kotetiger's playful headbutting. he retaliates by giving that big goofy looking head of yours a good shove. ]
Hey! Watch it, you big furball-
edit button alas
He hobbles back toward the mess he made, lifting his front paw awkwardly; that stupid watch was still so tight it was pretty painful. He beaded bracelet, on the other hand, is a pile of little purple balls at Barnaby's left.
I gotta fix that later... When I'm not so furry...]
lmao no paids for kittycats
Still hungry?
[ fatass cat. dusting off his hands, barnaby kneels again to take the torn, still half-wrapped steak in his hands; kicking open the trash bin, he tugs off the remaining cellophane and dumps it into the bin, then overs the steak. gross he totally needs to wash his hands after this. ]
Here, kitty kitty.
:C that's species...ist......
You are in my belly now. Prepare to be digested.
Alright, let's see what else we've got over here.
He reaches up with one paw and grips one shelf in the fridge, yanking the whole thing down on his head. FFFF. On the plus side? There's some left-over spaghetti in a tub he's prying open.
:|]
DEAL WITH IT
(that's a lie he probably will)
anyway, barnaby darts in, arms waving, voice raised, and hopefully that's enough to tell your dumb tiger brain to stop doing what you are doing. barnaby grabs one of those massive paws and gives it a good yank, tugging it back and away from the shelf. ]
Stop that! Let me get it!
[ BAD KITTY. ]
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Nnnnghrgh
He plops down in disappointment and waits. No tail swishing either, 'cause I am UPSET WITH YOU ALRIGHT.
SO UPSET.]
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first of all, barnaby needs to clear away all of this broken glass so you don't get any in your kitty paws.
and to keep you busy in the meantime here he's gonna toss you another unwrapped steak. enjoy. that's the last one. ]
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I'm just going to eat this here and watch you work. Don't mind me.]
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anyway he's just gonna get this broken glass and all of these bottles out of the way so you don't hurt your little paws. and now it's time to stand guard. there's a few more slabs of varied meats in the freezer but hopefully you won't need them.
anyway for now he's just gonna pad back over and kneel down, lifting the poor sad widdle constricted paw. try not to whine too much as he works at the clasp. ]
Still hungry?
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but he whimpers, shoving Barnaby's hand away at the twinge in his limb. He's not sure how this works, but pain typically means to make whatever's causing it to stop. He figures you not touching the mangled watch is close enough.]
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Stop, Kotetsu.
[ >8( be a good kitty.
anyway it's a bit of a tight clasp, so it takes a little finagling, but after a moment he works it open and the strap pops open and falls away. ]
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