Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ○ Wild Tiger (
wildkotetsu) wrote2012-03-12 03:39 pm
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8 • Mr. Legend Record • [Action/Voice]
[Kotetsu's been laying low, for the sake of... well, not getting into trouble. He's been doing pretty good, okay? Like, exceptionally! Today is just 'Filter Through the Item Shop' day, where he's getting a few simple things; a camera, a new coat, and the usual sort of thing. Of course, he hardly expected to run into a box of familiar old records--his own, right outta' the apartment back home. He's excited and grinning when he slides back the opened top a little.]
Maaa, no way! This has my Mr. Legend albums and everything!
[Hell yes, today is the best day ever!
... Eh? What's this?
He removes the top completely and narrows his eyes at the small notebook on top. It'd have his recorded regression of power inside, he knew, and there was nothing like a brief reminder of your disappointments to kill the mood, right? But he just grumbles in annoyance under his breath and tucks the small journal away in his back pocket before hoisting up the box of goods.
Perfect. Now there was only one issue.]
[Voice]
Oi, oi, anybody got a video record player they'd let me borrow for a while? Nothing fancy, just whatever'll play my old records! Or a record player for my music, anyway; do the malnosso give those kindsa' things out?
I searched the store, but I didn't see any...
[Hnn.]
Actually, I was wondering if you guys had any kindsa' heroes back home; not like, officers and army people—those guys are heroes, too, but I mean the old fashion Heroes! With capes and masks and all kinds of cool stuff like that! The ones who have neat powers and fight the crooks!
Things like that are the coolest, don't ya' think?
[Afterward he lankily walks off to work, whistling into the kitchen. And practically drools while he sweeps, because my god, why did he work in a place where food was made specifically not for him. :C
He needs something to listen to to get his mind off things.
KITCHEN NEEDS SOME MAD TUNES, PEOPLE. COME ON.
...
I-is that a pie on the oven?
/looms]
Maaa, no way! This has my Mr. Legend albums and everything!
[Hell yes, today is the best day ever!
... Eh? What's this?
He removes the top completely and narrows his eyes at the small notebook on top. It'd have his recorded regression of power inside, he knew, and there was nothing like a brief reminder of your disappointments to kill the mood, right? But he just grumbles in annoyance under his breath and tucks the small journal away in his back pocket before hoisting up the box of goods.
Perfect. Now there was only one issue.]
[Voice]
Oi, oi, anybody got a video record player they'd let me borrow for a while? Nothing fancy, just whatever'll play my old records! Or a record player for my music, anyway; do the malnosso give those kindsa' things out?
I searched the store, but I didn't see any...
[Hnn.]
Actually, I was wondering if you guys had any kindsa' heroes back home; not like, officers and army people—those guys are heroes, too, but I mean the old fashion Heroes! With capes and masks and all kinds of cool stuff like that! The ones who have neat powers and fight the crooks!
Things like that are the coolest, don't ya' think?
[Afterward he lankily walks off to work, whistling into the kitchen. And practically drools while he sweeps, because my god, why did he work in a place where food was made specifically not for him. :C
He needs something to listen to to get his mind off things.
KITCHEN NEEDS SOME MAD TUNES, PEOPLE. COME ON.
...
I-is that a pie on the oven?
/looms]
[Voice]
[Voice]
What's the matter? Think all hero-type-guys have to be human-like-things?
[Voice]
... or a talking bird...
[Voice]
I'm just the coolest! [The loudest would be more accurate. Or the one with the biggest ego.]
[Voice]
The malnosso don't seem too bright.
[Voice]
[She lets that hang for a second, before:]
... Tell me about it. They're the most lame wings ever! Can't fly with 'em or anything...
[And they are organic, which is always unsettling, but she tries not to think about it.]
[Voice]
[i am comforting a talking bird
...
i'm okay with this]
[Voice]
Pretty useless ones... my own wings are way cooler!
Though at least they're not a dumb colour. Coulda been worse, I guess. I've seen some guys with really ugly ones!
[Voice]
Mine's a pretty bright green, but at least I really like green...
[Voice]
... Unless I'm in my Dragon Form. Then they just look dumb. [She needs armour for the stupid things for drafts.]
[Voice]
[now you're just talking crazy
you're a talking crazy bird
yup]
[Voice]
Yep! It takes a Mega Glowbo for Wumba to use her magic to make me a Dragon, but it's so worth it.
The Malnosso-guys seem to be able to do it no problem, too.