Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-01-21 09:12 pm
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-01-21 09:12 pm
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.
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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.]
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[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]
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.]
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[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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Maybe when you're not wearing it! Sheesh!
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[WTF did he get himself into. B|]
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[Note, Vash, how his apartment number magically draws into the screen.
There.]
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What? He has little he has to do today.]
Helloooooo! Anyone home?
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Maybe they secretly enjoy breaking things. I could've swore my door was unlocked...
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[... that's a lie BUT STILL]
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Oh wait... that's right. His coat.
With an embarrassed laugh, as if Kotetsu had somehow just read his last train of thought, he shrugs off his coat and hands it over.]
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You can use one of my coats or somethin', if you're cold. [He hefts the jacket, raising an eyebrow.] Geez, do you wear something this heavy all season? It's kinda' much, isn't it?
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