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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He hops up and his hair bristles up and he's scanning the scene for what the hell just stumbling over his big stripey body; he doesn't see the thing's face yet, but there's something about it. :|a
He lets out a grumpy growl.]
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In the midst of trying to right herself, Pao-Lin narrowly misses stepping on his tail. When she turns and actually registers that, yes, she did just trip over a tiger, she freezes in fright for a moment before noticing the neon green wings on the tiger's back. Being the Luceti veteran of the Heroes here, she catches onto the situation a little quicker than Barnaby.]
...Mr. Tiger?
[Yes, Pao-Lin, it's been established he's a tiger. Let's move on.]
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His ears twitch and he sits back down, tail swaying, listening intently.
'Sup, what the heck's going on?]
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Can you understand what I'm saying?
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Staaaaare.
He turns and flops back down to be a hazard in the halfway.]
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This. Is kind of awkward. What is she supposed to do now? She's pretty sure this is a post-kidnapping Kotetsu, but he doesn't seem to recognize her too much. But she doesn't want to just leave him either.
Oh! Idea! Maybe she should feed the tiger...?
Except all she has on her are a few protein bars. Not exactly typical tiger food.
Still, there's not much else for Pao-Lin to do, so she unwraps one and holds it out to Kotetsu.]
Want something to eat?
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He looks at her, and then the bar, and then at her, and then the bar.
Really?]
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1/2
OM NOM NOM--]
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PTTTHHHHHHHTT—
PTOOEY.
Okay, so that didn't work out so well. But at least he's not dangerous, right? Besides the danger of accidentally eating your fingers, anyway. He just wishes he had normal tiger food...
Mmmmn, a goat would be good rn. His ears flatten at the thought.]
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Guess you don't like that too much, huh... [She walks over to pick up the remains, carefully tucking it inside the bar's foil wrapper and slipping it inside her coat pocket to throw away later (it's not nice to litter, after all).] Well, I can get you some meat from the grocery store, if you'd like. [Not that Kotetsu can understand what she's saying, but he should be able to understand her beckoning at him to follow her.]
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You're so much more adorable as a tiger, Mr. Tiger.Before long, they're in front of the grocery store. Pao-Lin turns to Kotetsu.]
Sorry, I think you'll have to wait here...it's probably not a good idea to let you inside the store. [Never mind that there are weirder things that have roamed the aisles in Luceti.] Um...sit? Stay? [She points down at the ground, indicating that he should stay put. Apparently Mr. Tiger is a dog now or something.]
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Fine, fine. He plops his fat tiger butt down and... appears to be waiting. As long as a squirrel or something doesn't run by, he'll be a good jungle cat. Promise.]
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These steaks don't even stand a chance, Pao-lin. Not a chance. When he's done he's fat and happy and sassy, so on that note? He walks in a circle a few times, yawns, and lays down in front of the store doors.
`_`
Time for a poorly-placed cat nap.]
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Instead, with one last pet on his head, Pao-Lin leaves Tigertetsu to his naptime and returns to her daily routines.]
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Ooooh, heyyy, this store place smells like meat. P:
GUESS WHO IS GONNA FUCK UP THE DELI SECTION]