★ | oo1 | A stranger.

[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

[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.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

I do whatever I want. [It's a matter of fact.]

It is more of a waste of time if there is nobody around to accidentally get hit.

[pchaaair]

... Uhh, wait. So.

Do you, really want people to get hurt.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

Humans more than others, but in general: yes.

[pchaaair]

If you don't, err, mind me asking, why do you want them to get hurt? Because that doesn't sound, um, very good.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

Why not? Else they are constantly in the way - and they become less boring when they suffer.

[pchaaair]

[Yeah, he's definitely decided that he Does Not Like whoever this is.]

But... most of the humans here, seem nice, and they don't seem that boring to me.

[silenthotaru.livejournal.com]

[Too bad, so sad. After all, Mistress 9 is the most social being ever. If you are dead. Or slavishly devoted to her and/or cause. Or suffering at her hands.

...Okay, his dislike might be completely justified here.]

But they are! They are so pathetically fragile, not to mention all their useless feelings...

[pchaaair]

I don't think, um, there is anything wrong with feelings, and, I guess they might be fragile, but that's not a bad thing, necessarily.

[Whoever this is seems so much like someone else he really dislikes.

And someone he's scared of. Wonderful.]