towerofanimus | ★ | oo1

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.]

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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?"

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?"

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?"

"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.

"I could have- but I didn't." Now, is that good or bad for her?

"It is not solely about fun, of course. How funny would it have been if you had died?
...But the way you coped with it was indeed entertaining."

Lust for power, yes. Wish for destruction even more.

This was not what he needed. Just the edge of that blast had caught him off-guard, and done a fair bit of damage, even while using the form with the highest defense available to him.

"I've got better plans in my future than death - or being someone's entertainment," he replied with a harsh tone.

In most cases, Mistress 9 left the fighting to her minions. These energy blasts, though undoubtely effective, had the disadvantage of weakening her at the same time. Not enough to seriously harm her, but if she would repeat the attack two or three times, she risked to suffer of some kind of seizure, which would leave her very vulnerable. She could only guess how strong his armor was and how many blasts it could take before it would be destroyed; the risk did not make it worth trying anytime soon.

"Not surprising. What kind of plans?"

Shoutarou reaches down, disengaging the transformation and putting the Memory away, all the while giving the woman a pained scowl.

"Like getting the hell out of this place for one."

His pained scowl is enough to save her day. Nothing better than a human being in pain.

"Apparently, we have something in common there," she says bitterly.

He's had worse - mostly from his own foolhardiness backfiring on him, but this is still pretty rough.

He straightens up with a grunt, adjusting his hat. "And that's all we'll have in common."

"I don't find the idea of having something in common with you thrilling either, human."

Admittedly, she thinks he is entertaining.

Shoutarou goes to scoff, but it comes out more like a strangled grunt. Easy on the torso-heavy motion, Shou.

And she's condescending, and not human at the same time. Lovely. He'd had enough of that already back home from undead and psychic supersoldiers.

"Well. The sooner we're all out and back home, the better."

She grins at the sound he makes. Yes, she is officially happy now.

The next one was interesting. "You don't believe your world got destroyed?"

"No. There's far too many people that could prevent such a catastrophe."

"I would say that there are far too few who could cause a ... catastrophe of such a size."

"I've known, and stopped a few in my time." Granted, he had help each time, but still.

"You certainly don't look like it... right now." But she believes him. When a group of teenage girls in mini-skirts can do it, then a guy with some sort of instant-metal-armor can do it, too.

A quiet chuckle comes from him. "Just a badge of manhood."

"You ought to know."

Okay, summing up what she knows about metal-armor-guy.

Oh.

That's about it. How inconvenient. "What is your name?"

"Shoutarou Hidari - yourself?"

Hopefully she won't hold him too long. Finding a big bag of ice and his bed sounds really damn good right now.

"Mistress 9, the Messiah of Silence."

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.

"A curious name. However, if you'll excuse me, I've got business to attend to," he answers, stooping to get his previously-dropped notebook with his back to her. He bites his lip to keep from audibly wincing, then stands up with a sigh.

"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."

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