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towerofanimus2011-07-15 11:38 pm
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Entry tags:
★ | oo1 | A stranger.
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.]
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.]
no subject
... 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.
no subject
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...]
no subject
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? ]
no subject
Well, whatever these collars are supposed to do, the technology isn't as flawless as they would like it to be.
[She tried merely to see if anything happened. It didn't. Result: she won't try again. Not because she puts the health of innocent bystanders at risk, but because she risks her own well-being by overexerting herself.]
no subject
[ He's figured that there's probably a different reason for her having stopped by now. To be honest, he's... not bothered.
She only fired once, after all. ]
... I'm certain there's a way to get back to where we all need to be eventually. Until then... I don't believe I know your name? Mine is Minato.
[ He might as well introduce himself. He saw no reason not to. ]
no subject
[Silently agreeing to the later. She needs to get back, after all.]
I am Mistress 9, the Messiah of Silence.
no subject
Messiah of Silence...?
[ A messiah was a savior, but... hm. This is an odd title, he feels, though it's more important that he knows something else. ]
Perhaps the fact the collars need check-ups means that they can also be removed. Being hasty about it won't help, but I believe that if we gather information on this place, we can at least figure out what to do from there.