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towerofanimus2011-07-15 11:38 pm
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★ | 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.]
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Okay, summing up what she knows about metal-armor-guy.
Oh.
That's about it. How inconvenient. "What is your name?"
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Hopefully she won't hold him too long. Finding a big bag of ice and his bed sounds really damn good right now.
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Oh, she won't. He is free to go whenever he pleases.
But ... she wants to know more about him and his strange armor - and she already has a plan how she can find something out about it. Though today clearly is not the day for such actions.
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"Do be careful should you try any more things like before - this place seems to be quite impervious to breaking. Many of us have already tried."