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.]
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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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literalwildtiger ]
[Action]
Tag.
This is the face of a tiger who totally caught you. Not that he actually managed it without you backtracking, but still.]
[Action]
Get up. [He starts walking again, pace steadied this time, and not in any way fast enough to disappear] Or I'll leave you behind.
[Action]
ROGER THAT SIR, I AM FOLLOWING EAGERLY. Even if I've just recovered from bashing my skull into a tree; that's just how I roll. So cool, am I right? I'M SO COOL!!
Sanji may not be running now, but Kotetsu is still too energetic, and in a moment he's leaping between Sanji's legs and standing up to carry the chef on his back, rushing toward the village. Look! I can still run more, curly! Old age isn't slowing this old cat down!]
[Action]
One moment he's walking idly, and the next he's riding on an annoying steed. Sanji latches his arms around Kotetsu's neck and hangs on for dear life because this is not what one would call the smoothest ride.
GET HIM OFF THIS THING. D8]
[Action]
He jumps a rather large rock, muscles working overtime, and before long he's too worked up; this is a nice feeling, running through the forest. But it's missing something... and he's getting tired—
Click.
It's like a weird light clicks off in his mind, and suddenly the ride is a lot more graceful as the tiger emanates a familiar blue aura. He leaps from the ground, evading tree limbs, breaking through the canopy and landing back through it just as easily.
... Something about this makes him happy. Not that he realizes it, of course, but he enjoys it nonetheless.]
[Action]
--Kotetsu?!
[Action]
To which he happily trots along a trail that leads over time to the Straw Hat house, flicking the green wings in front of Sanji's hands just a little. AM I DOING GOOD?]
[Action]
Kotetsu has green wings, doesn't he? Sanji never, ever noticed, and never thought it would be important, but staring at them now...
Shit. He's so stupid. What other idiot could this be? And it wouldn't grate on Sanji's nerves so much if not for--
Tch.] Why did it have to be you? [Reluctantly, he glances up, noting his house through the haze of an oncoming headache.]
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He stops in front of the house, looking back at Sanji with a sort of quiet, scanning look. You're home. He's still gotta find his, but. This is a good stop for you, right?]
[Action]
... [Yet, instead of taking off like he wants, he stands with his arms folded, leveling a stare at Kotetsu. Now that he knows who this is, all the reactions and implications that come with that knowledge are running amok in his mind. Like, for instance, Sanji's doubt that you will catch any type of living prey being the idiot you are]
Wait here. [He's gonna disappear into the kitchen real quick]
[Action] 1/3 for your sad entertainment
She's small, but she's shaped very similarly. And the color, too. It's almost like a little version on him, in a way, just less stripey. Maybe she just hasn't collected stripes yet. She's little!
...
A little version...?]
[Action] tell me if this is okay YOU RAN OFF FOR TS3 DAMN YOU
;~; Something...]
[Action] done
Kaede-chaaaan~
paw, paw
Kaede, Kaede~~
Kaede~
Of course from the Straw Hat window, Kotetsu's innocent lickings and pawings probably look hideously close to maulings from there, but whatever. NOT MY PROBLEM, I'm making friends out here.]
[Action] DAW.
Watch it, punk.]
[Action]
B-but kitten-chan.... He chuffs and licks her across the top of her head; please don't be mad at me, okay? Don't hiss at me, I'll be a big sourpuss about it]
[Action]
No okay she doesn't hiss again, or give much of a reaction besides blinking slowly at the gesture of affection, tiny nose wiggling as she gives him another sniff. Then she stretches into a full stance on all her legs, brushing against him briefly before tip-toeing around her surroundings. Not often is she allowed out of the house, okay? This is kinda exciting]
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Unfortunately, there be no gophers here... or much of anything. Comes with the territory when it's winter. Though her sniffing around eventually leads her closer to the forest, and coincidentally...
To the trees.
Funny thing about Pumpkin; she loves to climb things. Humans, animals, furniture, curtains... the higher, the better. And so her tiny head swivels up so she can give the closest tree a lookover, judging the distance of the lowest branch. Her body tenses in on itself, like a spring, and then--
Lift-off. SHE SHALL SEE THE TOP OF THIS MOUNTAIN]
[Action]
COME HERE CHILD]
[Action]
But Kotetsu's obvious displeasure swerves her attention. Perched on the branch, she peers over, tail flicking curiously. What's wrong, bro?]
[Action]
oh no oh no
what if you fall]
MAUUUUUUWWWWW
[It's so dangerous to go doing things like this DON'T YOU KNOW??]
MAUUUUWWWW!!
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[Action] 1/2
Deal with it, tiger. She is going and no one can stop her!]
[Action]
[There's a yell from behind, courtesy of an irate chef dragging along some fresh meat from the freezer]
Cut the noise out, shithead!!
[Action]
MAUUUUUUWWWWWWWUUUWWWWWW.
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[Action] 2/3 I lie
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