http://silenthotaru.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] silenthotaru.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-07-15 11:38 pm

★ | 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.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[This world does not contain his research notes; they were too numerous to fit in the trunk. Therefore, he does not care.]

...i am accustomed to dodging explosions.

[He is. He sooooooo is.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, have fun with that.]

...experiments often explode.

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
i am.

[Just ignore the fact that he's eight years old and everything will be fine.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
...darkness... and its interactions with the heart.

[Hearts and Darkness (capitalized) are actually existent in his universe. ...It doesn't help that he sounds like some babbling little kid to pretty much anyone else.]

OOC: Sorry! ; A; Herpaderp moment on my part.

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Hmm. It's not as if this isn't common knowledge... ]

...yes. ...i take it this doesn't occur in your world?

Re: OOC: No problem at all! :D

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
...i see. [Hmm. A living being without a heart...? Well, like she said, perhaps biology does not work that way in certain other worlds.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Great. A smartaleck.]

is that so... would you perhaps care to enlighten me?

Re: edited for icon fail. orz

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finally, a trace of emotion. His eyebrows rise slightly.]

[Hm... magic?]


i've no other business to attend to...

[Besides, now he wants to hear more about this woman. Girl. Thing.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daimon. Hmm. A new species? ... Earth. That world had come up once before, with Romeo. A large world indeed. ... 'Help out'. Uh-huh...]

...help you how, exactly?

[He still has a poker face on. But he followed.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods, waiting for her to continue (if she will at all), but doesn't speak.]

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's clearly finished talking... though he seriously doubts that, considering her disdain at him in general, that this is the full version of events.]

...and the energy blast? was that a power carried over from your previous form?

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that's okay then.]

...no. you are the first.

OOC: Further explanation

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually, this post reminded me that there might need to be a briefer post on the funky ways of the Darkness, so in case you're kind of going "...uh?" at what he just said, this should help a bit (http://tempustemporum.livejournal.com/2536.html#cutid1).