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[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

Characters: Mistress 9 and you. Yes. YOU.
Setting: Room 1-07, Floor 4.
Format: Starting in action, but I will match your style.
Summary: Possibly meeting roommates and other people? Also, failed attempt at breaking out.
Warnings: She's an alien woman possessing a little girl. I will update this should anything else come up.

Room 1-07

[Mistress 9 was currently digging through her trunk. The letters explaining where she was and what has happened had been tossed aside carelessly upon reading, she refused to believe that something had destroyed her world and her home, the Tau Centi Star System. Master Pharaoh 90 would have prevented that, for sure. And there couldn't possibly be something stronger than him

... right?

Whatever had happened or not, it unsettled her less than the sleep paralysis had; for a brief moment, she had thought she had lost control over the girl's body.
The collar around her neck was not exactly calming, either. Her attempt at taking it off had failed, though she would try again as soon as she had a mirror to actually see it. She had even tried to shift from her normal form back to Hotaru's- the shifting itself had worked just fine, but it had not changed anything about the collar. It still fit snugly. Great.

Anyway.

Anybody who walks in will see a young girl searching through her trunk. There are two dresses lying on the bed, both significantly too long and wide for the frail (and sickly) looking child, who happens to wear a school uniform that had seen better days. Other things lying around are a hairbrush and a stuffed toy bear, nothing unusual.]

Germatoid? [...Maybe she heard you move/enter the room.]

Floor 4

[Mistress 9, now in her adult form, was simply looking outside. 'Walls made of glass...'

She could probably guess that it won't work, but she tries anyway.
Not feeling the need to be very creative, she simply blasts raw energy against the glass-wall.

Surprise, surprise. Nothing happens.

Well. Except the backfire, maybe.

To whoever may stand somewhere behind her: Dodge or die.]

Comments

Floor 4

[spacehipster]

[HITS THE DECK

YIKES]

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry. I hope you are not hurt. [She sounds amused, not worried.]

[spacehipster]

Not to worry. Not to worry. Perfectly fine, me. Being fine is something I do. It might even be my specail skill. Or rather, one of them.

[He stands up and grins]

Hello, I'm The Doctor.

~totally filling out the permission post atm~

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

One of them? [She turns to face him.]

I am Mistress 9, the Messiah of Silence.

[spacehipster]

You could say I'm a special guy.

Messiah of Silence? Curious title, that. What does it mean?

Floor 4

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

...

[He's lurking in a nearby doorway. Silently. Honest, he just happened to be nearby, and yes, he does normally stare quietly at people he doesn't recognize.]

...!

[OH DEAR A LASER BEAM. Though fortunately he happens to be out of backfire projectile range, so really all that happens he backs up a few steps. Well, and puts his hands up for protection, etc.]

...

[Aaand within a few seconds he's back to his stoic ninja self in the doorway.]

[Also. Notice those ellipses. You'll be seeing a lot of those.]

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

[She isn't an interesting person to stare at. Well. If you ignore the alien thing, the energy blasts... and the insanely long black hair.

Feeling watched, she takes a look behind.]

How long have you been standing there?

OOC: If Ienzo's non-capitalized-ness bugs you, tell me and I'll turn it off. :3

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't matter if you're interesting or not. He will seriously set up camp and observe you anyway. Like you're a specimen or something.]

[...As a matter of fact, he probably does see you as a specimen.]

...not long.

:D it doesn't, don't worry~

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

[Well, his answer was short and to the point. She likes that.]

But long enough, I assume.

Who are you?

Re: :D it doesn't, don't worry~

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

[If she's into short, to-the-point statements, then these two are going to get along wonderfully.]

...ienzo.

Floor 4

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutaoru was reading in his notebook, looking over words he'd seen hundreds of times already, trying to see if there was something he was missing - some piece of the puzzle that he could figure out when there was a sudden discharge of power.

He bolted from his seat, tossing the book away, and in a swift motion, pulling out his belt and a Memory to transform. The voice of his belt rang out right after a cry of "Henshin!" - METAL!

Just enough time to catch the edge of the blast in his chest after transformation. A shower of sparks spewed from his armor, and knocked him to the side with a clatter and a yell.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

She turned around upon hearing a voice, just in time to see the end of his transformation and him getting hit.

For humans, the blast would have been enough to kill them. Wondering how much damage the armor had prevented (or not), she asked: "Are you injured?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou stumbled up, clutching at his chest. There was a scorch mark there, and it hurt like hell. The next morning, he was gonna have one helluva bruise.

"Ah..." Shoutarou leaned on a nearby couch, his breathing coming off as rather strained. "...could be worse." He looks up at her, though he can't quite emote with the mask, his voice is stern. "Next time, give some warning, huh?"

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

She turned back to the glass-wall. Nothing. Not even as much as scorch mark like on the armor. It was as if absolutely nothing had happened to it in first place. "It would have been too easy," she muttered to herself.

Glancing back at him, Mistress 9 smirked. "But where would the fun be if I would warn you?"

[thisclinchesit]

"Fun? Lady, you could have killed me, and you're worrying about fun?!"

That's an attitude he hadn't encountered in a long time. It reminded him all too much of a certain man with a lust for power.

Floor 4

[pchaaair]

[SO THE GROUND?

THAT LOOKS AWFULLY COMFORTABLE RIGHT NOW.]

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

[It is. Way more comfortable than taking the blast would have been. Less deadly, too.]

I didn't hurt you, did I?

[pchaaair]

[Toooooooootally agreed.]

Um, no, but. Why were you doing that, if you don't mind me asking.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

I was trying to destroy the glass. Obviously, it did not work - and backfired.

[pchaaair]

I know that, uhh, you might want out, but could you maybe, if you want to, not do something like that again.

At least, um, when there aren't other people around.

Floor 4

[fractus-animus.livejournal.com]

[ ... Y-yeah okay dodging. Good god, what even-- ]

...

[ He has to interject here. Before someone ELSE gets hurt. Or he does. Not that he cares, or anything, really, but... ]

I don't think that they'd leave us in a tower with walls we could easily escape from.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

I had the same theory, now I have a proof for it as well.

[She takes a closer look at the point where the blast had hit. No scorch marks, not a scratch or any other sort of sign that she had done at least a little damage.]

[fractus-animus.livejournal.com]

[ ... WELP. ]

... I expect the collars are on us for if we do escape, anyway.

[ She doesn't seem like the type to care about people getting hurt. ]

Have you tried removing it yet? They don't really come off by force.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

[She isn't. She is the type that enjoys other people's suffering. More so if she caused it.]

I briefly tried to get rid of it, though not too forcefully. One never knows what kind of side-effects could possibly be triggered when handling such a collar too roughly.

[She was thinking about electric shocks. Or the collar growing tighter and tighter until the poor victim smothers...]

[fractus-animus.livejournal.com]

[ ... She reminds him too much of someone he doesn't like. Regardless, he has to admit he's thought the same. ]

I personally figured they're a kill switch. Even if we did get out by force, the collar would probably do something like that.

[ Meaning hey you should probably be a little less... um... destructive? ]