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 ]
[Action]
Vash may or may not notice that this jungle cat has a gnarled watch and bracelet on. Maybe some tigers just like to look nice. Regardless, when he swallows up that beef, he'll be turning and sniffing the air...
Ohoooo, you have more in your pockets, do you?
/INTENSE STARE]
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He stares the cat down and works on slowly backing up towards his door. You already got his roast beef, he's not giving up his ham! ...or his turkey cold cuts.]
Go on, kitty. SHOO!
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He follows quietly, not looking very intent to kill, at least. That's a plus, right? He lets out a hungry MAUUUUUWWWW, which sounds suspiciously sad. Seriously.]
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BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE THE REST OF HIS GRAND SANDWICH MAKING!] Bad kitty! Can't you talk?! The other animals here can talk! So understand that this is MY coat and food!
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[DRAMATIC FLOP]
MAWWWUUUWWWWWW--!!
[IS THIS WORKING??]
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Hm, you're kinda cute, but you already ate some of the best meat I have!
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you so silly
But he can't understand what Vash is saying, so instead he'll stare up sadly from the snowy ground. You took my bed, you refuse me meat, and now you're ditching me. What the heck, man?]
[Action]
[Well, only one way to find out. He gives the bag the toss towards the sad looking tiger. The cats can do without catnip, he wants to keep his sandwich!]
[Action] 1/?
He moves forward to catch the falling catnip—]
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[Action] done. sad day.
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[Vash isn't sure if he should be glad this tiger is too much of a push over to attack Kuroneko for stealing the catnip; or disappointed.]
Alright. Fine. You win. [Tossing out his turkey. BUT THIS HAM IS HIS!]
[Action]
He eats that turkey whole, before contently licking his lips and padding around and laying right in front of Vash's door. So if anyone decides to leave I can HORRIBLY TRIP THEM.
Yaaaaawn~]
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He just makes a noise surprisingly close to scoffing, before he lays his head back down. Whatever, spikeyheaded human guy.]
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Aaand he's unaffected. Good job.]
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DEEP PART OF SNOW!]
GAHHHHHHHHH! COLD! COLD!
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Heheheheheheh.
I grin at your misery.]
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/no fucks given
Probably because I can't understand a word of it, but whatever! :|b]
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