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]
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!!
[/DISTRESS]
[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.
[Action] 1/2
[Action] 2/3 I lie
[Action]
[ALERT BRAVE VESPERIA. GET THE CLINIC ON STANDBY. HIS BABY IS IN A TREE. NO ONE RESTS UNTIL SHE'S BACK DOWN]
Oi! It's dangerous up there!!
[Action]
[Action]
He doesn't even need Sky Walk. The chef jumps into the branch, gently, so as not to jostle the young cat who is now eagerly meowing - either for food or attention. In fact, she trots right into his open arms when he bends down]
Maaah, your goal in life is to give me a shitty heart-attack, isn't it? [;A; He can't even be angry. Just grateful she didn't decide to climb higher. He knows she would've.
And he's coming down, Kotetsu. B| Stop your distressed sobbing.]
[Action]
He slumps down, heaving a humantastic sigh. |^(
Naa, what is with your daredevil kitten.]
[Action]
Of course, the answer comes to him the moment the question's out of his mouth. This is Kotetsu; answer enough.
Pumpkin is also extremely... unrepentant. She graciously accepts Sanji scratching behind her ears until antsy curiosity has her wiggling her way up to his shoulder, only to catapult herself to the ground. And then it's walking back near Kotetsu, as if to say "See? I was fine."]
[Action]
[Action]
Re: [Action]
[Action]
Because there is food that's caught her attention. She's sliiiides away from under Kotetsu's paw to investigate this deliciousness.]
[Action]
is that heavenly smell?
He sniffs the air and is suddenly very interested as well. Whatcha' got there?]
[Action]
Since I doubt you'd catch a deer, idiot... [He nods at the slab of meat] Try that.
[Action]
He chomps into it like he hasn't eaten in years; it's not taking long to demolish this meal. He even nearly chokes in the middle of it. It's what happens when you inhale food like a vacuum. `_`
OH WELL, he accepts this.]
[Action]
Pumpkin watches in what you could equate to a huffy pout, meow dipping into a high-pitched growl that's too cute to even resemble threatening,, and she fights a little harder against Sanji holding her fast] Oi oi, you'll get your food in a sec, Pumpkin-chan. Let the idiot enjoy it while he can.
[Action]
[Action]
for now]Try not to starve from here on out, alright? [Meaning you're free to drop by for feedings if that's what it takes]
[Action]
Time to absorb some sun.]