wildkotetsu | 6 • Kotetsu T. Kaburagi • [Action/Voice]

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6 • Kotetsu T. Kaburagi • [Action/Voice]

[The first sensation Kotetsu feels is pain: a headache, which is already pounding away at his temples; there's just darkness at the moment. He can feel that his eyes are closed, hearing an inhuman sigh--a lion?--and it's pretty weird because it sort of sounds like it's coming from himself. But that wouldn't make sense. It's a few minutes later that he feels his body twist and change, but he can't snap himself awake despite his mental efforts. When he finally cracks open his eyes, he's acutely aware something is really weird.

That is, he's laying on Barnaby's couch naked. With a collar hanging off his neck. With no memory of how he got there.

...

Oh my christ.

He leaps up in horror, throwing a blanket off him. For some reason, his balance is weird, because he feels like two legs just isn't enough; there's a crash as he collapses forward into the table, knocking his journal around--just a short, horrified sort of message is sent out in the process--]

What the hell--

Where are my cloth--

[Ooooouuurgh. He feels his stomach churn--must've been the food he last ate, not that he remembers, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, stumbling to his feet as he drags the blanket with him. In no time he's in the bathroom leaning over the toilet, retching the last remains of a particularly not!human meal. Just gonna... sit here for a second. Phewwwww.]

[Voice]

[Okay. Once things are all sorted out and these hangover symptoms of his experiment are settled, he finally realizes he accidentally sent out a voice message over the journals. Can't let it be just that, since... you know, he didn't want to worry anyone with terror. So he composes himself, itching his hairline in embarrassment. He's finally remembering bit by bit of his tiger experiences. Huh. Weird.]

Naa, I guess I... uh, was pretty weird these last two weeks. If you ran into a tiger, thanks a lot for keeping me company!

I hope I didn't cause anyone too much... trouble...

[He's thinking of you specifically, Nami.

Aaand he groans, rubbing a hand across his face.]

I'm never eating meat again.

[Which is a total lie, but whatever. He'll be out and about if you want to meet him in person; the grocery store, to apologize for wrecking havoc on their deli while he's there, to the restaurant to get some real food in his stomach, and then maybe the orchard to make sure it's not... completely... ruined. :|]

[[ooc: replies will be delayed! Just wanted to get this up on the day it happens. :)b]

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Yup!

[SIMPLE LOGIC THERE!!]

Alright then. Wash dishes for a week and your damn debt is paid.

[Straight to the point. Easy job that will be difficult to botch up]

Think you can handle it, Hero?

[GRIN.]

I think I can pull that off. As long as you don't have monsters hiding near the sink drain.

[|D]

[~~TOO MUCH MOE. ABORT MISSION. D8 REPEAT, ABORT MISSION.~~]

You're in luck. [He doesn't smirk, but his tone might've lightened underneath that calculated passiveness] I ran out of those shitheads last week.

Perfect! [He whips off his jacket and makes a determined fist, wandering off before he even knows what to do with himself.] Gimme an apron and let me at it!!

[This will cost him a fortune in plates, won't it?

But the guy's excited and eager; he doesn't have it in him (not yet) to ruin his fun. He figures the monotony will do the honor of that]

I've got a spare one in a closet. Wait a sec.

[SPARKLE SPARKLE.

Okay not really, he's too busy being a creeper and looking around the kitchen. He's not in a big cool cooking kitchen very often, he'll have you know! Like on those Cake Baking Shows or those Extreme Chef Shows, or what have you in Sternbild.]

[Kotetsu can look all he wants; just no touching. He'll be breaking his weight in dishes soon enough, Sanji can sense it.

When the chef returns, he throws the promised apron - pink in color - on the other's head]

There. Put it on and I'll show you where to get to work.

[asdlkk I'M BLIND I'M BLIIIIND--

Wait, it's the apron. Roger that. He looks at it, gives it a scrutinizing look, and then grins and snickers.]

... Pink, huh? Not usually my color.

You'll live. [No apologies here. Sanji likes that color, sue him]

Get over here. [By the sink, specifically, where a sizable stack of dishes are waiting to be scrubbed clean]

[ALRIGHT!! He ties it on, grinning.]

It's not a big deal, just that my pink is my partner's thing. They typically stick me in the green clothes to match the suit, and all that.

[:|a I used to be a blue guy! MY CRAPSUIT WAS COOL OKAY.]

I guess that's one good thing about being here; less of the weird 'celebrity' stuff to do.

The bunny? [Kotetsu never gave his real name, imagine that]

And tch, they turned you into a celebrity? [A light scoff]

Er--Barnaby. [A quick nonchalant correction, guaranteeing he won't be fixing it later.] It's sort of part of the job--sometimes you gotta do magazine interviews, or TV ones, or photoshoot things. I don't really like it though; never been very good with talking into a microphone...

[:| sigh, seriously just let me bust down walls and save people]

If I could, I'd just make Bunny do all that. He's better at it...

So this Barnaby guy has an actual head on his shoulders while you go around busting shit in the name of saving people.

[The plot of Tiger and Bunny, ladies and gentleman]

... Nothing wrong with breaking a few things to save people.

[MAD DOGGIN' YOU RIGHT NOW SO HARD.]

Heroes are supposed to work for the people, not do all that weird celebrity stuff anyway!

[This is Sanji, grinning in the face of that mad doggin']

Oi, calm down. You're talking to a pirate. [Filling up the sink with warm, soapy water] Half my shitty job is collateral damage.

[Huuuuh.]

I'd probably get called to arrest you for that, too!

[huehuehue]

Oi, oi, would that make us arch enemies?

Edited 2012-01-27 03:47 (UTC)

Arch enemies implies we're on the same level.

[...]

Hey, you shouldn't count people out so quickly...

[Shoving a sponge into his hand]

Wash, Hero.

[huff

He takes the sponge DEFIANTLY!!!111]

Tch, why did I decide to pay back a bratty pirate kid anyway...

I'm not a kid, asshole!

And if it bothers you that much, leave. I can wash my own shitty dishes.

[Wow, 'If you don't like it you can quit' flashbacks over here. It might explain the impulsive urgency when he turns back and starts speedily cleaning dishes.]

No, no, that's alright!

... [staring blatantly. >_>]

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