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
literalwildtiger ]
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Oh. Hang on now, wait--] Hey! [Following!] Where are you going?
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What, did you have something else you wanted to say?
...
...
There's an elongated grrrrmmbblbbeeee noise, from his stomach.
;-;]
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Hungry after all, huh.
...come on. I'll take you into town. [Maybe she'll run into Bani that way. She grabs her coat 8|]
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Not that he knows what good things are in store for him, but still.
His tail swishes around expectantly, watching her move toward him. Well, if she wanted to go too, that was fine with him! After all, he knew her. Somehow. They're... friend... things. Whatever that was; it's all pretty weird to him right now.]
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Well, assuming the tiger comes in the same direction 8|a]
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1/2
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Because one's stumbling out of the bush right now. He's coming to say hi! Or...trying to rescue Nami from a tiger. One or the other. |D]
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DINNER!!! 8D
Pardon me, just gonna give Biri a look before starting off toward him. I may be a hero, but even that cannot save a creature from looking delicious, sorry. :|]
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[FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, TAIGA, THAT DUCK IS LOADED! Giving chase.
Meanwhile, Biri screeches to a halt when the tiger rounds on him and flails around for a second or two in total indecision, before deciding this situation is too complicated for him and attempting to make a run for it >_>]
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COME HERE BIRDY I WILL EAT YOUR FLESH
sorry nami did you say something]
1/2
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[The bird is easily tackle-able for a big strong tiger.
On the other hand, ENJOY THE CONSEQUENT FRYING. BZZZT. GET OFF.]
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WHELP.
I'M JUST.
GOING TO LAY HERE.
AND DIE.
OKAY?
OKAY.]
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Biri takes off, and Nami will just sort of...loom over the frazzled tiger.]
...hey. You okay?
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my whiskers are all messed up
put me out of my misery
big dumb tiger whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine]
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