towerofanimus | First Climax || Beginnings Are Always Sudden...

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First Climax || Beginnings Are Always Sudden...

Characters: Momotaros and you!
Setting: Dorm floor near 2-18, Art Gallery. Backdated to the 21st.
Format: Starting prose, will follow.
Summary: Momo wakes up, and goes exploring.
Warnings: Angry swearing Imagin with a sword.

Dorm Floor 2

The door to room 2-18 flies open and crashes against the doorstop on the wall, and out stalks a horned red and black man carrying a matching sword. He jerks his head back and forth, before yelling out to anyone within earshot. "WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA, HERE?!"

Art Gallery

Anyone visiting this floor, or near the entrance will see Momotaros come fleeing out of the back, then put his back to one wall - he's kinda shaken, and muttering to himself. "What kinda jerk puts stuff like that on in art?!"

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When a policeman hears loud crashing and shouting, it's only natural to then investigate. This is the situation Terui Ryu finds himself in as he was sort of just wandering the dorm floors, still trying to sort his thoughts out about what he was dealing with here.

Regardless of his situation, he still feels the same obligations, so he does indeed investigate.

As soon as he sees the demon-like creature wielding a sword and screaming his head off, he's on guard.

"I could ask the same thing," he says calmly, though he clearly LOOKS tense.

"Tcccchh...!" Momotaros stalked toward Terui, and pointed the sword at him once, rather than using a hand. "Just who the hell are you, where the hell am I, and where's the DenLiner?! And who put me in that stupid suit?!"

...

Ryu's not much fazed by the sword. He's seen scarier, for certain. He's much more annoyed by another factor.

That was four questions.

Five, if Ryu were to count the first.

By the last one, his eyebrow's twitching. Just a tad.

"Don't question me!" he snaps after only a second, completely on instinct. Really, more than anything, it just slips out of his mouth without even a thought paid to it.

He pauses briefly, and then looks away a bit shiftily.

"Besides that, demanding answers at weapon point isn't likely to get you far here, I expect."

Momotaros takes a half-step back when Terui snaps. "Eh...?" Then he barges up closer. "Hey, put yourself in my shoes, jerk - I wake up in a strange place with some kinda collar on my neck like I'm a dog or somethin' - I'm gonna ask everybody questions! The sword's just insurance!"

Because if he's come down with case of Nogami luck from hanging out with Ryotaro and Kotaro, well, he'll probably need the sword.

In all actuality, Ryu knows this is a good point. Especially about needing the sword - really, he probably does.

He grunts.

"Either way, if you carry yourself like that, something that looks like you is asking for trouble."

Momotaros grunts in return - though his carries a lot more frustration. "Well, maybe I am! Takin' me from where I was without warning - they asked for trouble first! Now if you ain't answering questions, get outta my way so I can find someone who will!"

Naoki nearly had a double take when he saw Momotaros emerge. A demon? Here? He looks pretty enraged too.

There might have been a small grin sneaking on his lips. Finally! He could use a little battle. Demi takes a fighting stance as Pixie speaks up.

"Hey you! What demon clan are you from?!"

Oh, damn it, this was ALL he needed! A noise of frustration leaves Momo, and he stamps his foot once, then points his sword at the pair. "I'm not a demon! I'm an Imagin! Now where the hell am I?!"

"Never heard of a Imagin!" Pixie replied crossing her arm. Neither of them seem to really mind the sword. In fact, Naoki takes a step forward, almost taunting him.

"You're inside a tower. No one knows what this place is." She shrugged. By this point, the both of them had accepted it. They'd seen worse, after all.

"Well. Imagin aren't demons! I might look like one, but I can't help that!" The stripe-covered fellow gets a slight head-tilt for that approach, but Momotaros shoulders the sword for now, and turns his attention back to the fairy. "That's a lousy answer!"

"Well it's all I have for some dumb...not demon guy like you!" She stuck out her tongue at him while Naoki tried not to laugh. It was just so unexpected of her, after all. Now that the sword wasn't aimed at him, he crossed his arms.

"What kind of lame name is Imagin anyway?"

"Why you over-sized housefly--!" Momo growls, stepping up to get closer - and invade personal space if he could without provoking. "It's the name of my race!"

Echidna was just walking through with the intention of passing on to the next floor, when suddenly there was this...big...red...thing running out of Gallery and mumbling and what in the world.

Yeah she was just going to stare dumbly for a few minutes while she tries to process what is even happening. Whatever it was, it did have a collar, so....

"Uh... what?"

The girl gets a momentary look before Momotaros jerks a thumb back toward the rest of the gallery. "What kinda sicko puts stuff like this up, huh?!"

"Uuuh what stuff?"

She let go of how weirded out she was by his appearance and look curiously towards the art gallery, peaking her head inside.

"Dog pictures!" The way Momo spits it out, you'd think he was talking about something actually terrible. Like torture porn, or Twilight fanart.

"..."

Echidna retracted her head to look at Momotaros again and just kind of started dumbly for a moment or two. "Uuuh...is that it?

"...'is that it'?! I'm not very fond of dogs, kid!"

Why, the way he's acting, one might think he's afraid of them.

A few months ago a big red monster with a bigger sword would have sent him running, or at least slowed him down. But he had seen scarier things and the collar round his neck showed he was a prisoner and not one of the usual monsters. Though being a prisoner did not always mean they were nice Romeo always gave people a chance.

"You've been stolen sir, by bad people."

"Eeeeeeh?" The kid got a curious look. Momotaros shouldered the sword, and squatted down to get more on the kid's level. "Whaddaya mean, 'stolen'?"

Romeo shrugged, "They stole you, like kidnapped but you're not a kid. They keep saying the world ended but lots of the adults say they are lying."

He himself isn't sure anymore, it's been a long time.

Momotaros considers this for a moment, then shakes his head. "That don't make sense! I'd think I'd have seen the end of the world coming, and told it to go right back where it came from!"

"Yes that's what all the adults say! There's lots of people who would be able to stop the world ending!" He tilted his head, "But they are bad people and bad people lie so I don't think it ended at all."

So at first Saber was all 'pulling out her sword to attack the demonic thing that had left the art gallery.'

But seeing how shaken said demonic thing is, she questions her judgement. This is a tower with people from many worlds. Why not a demonic thing that was, in essence, a regular person?

So now she's lowering her sword, the thing being invisible so it looks like she's holding nothing at all, and staring at him incredulously.

"What sort of things may I ask was in there?"

By this point, Momotaros has moved away from the gallery, and is trying to regain his composure. "Bad stuff! Scary stuff!"

"What sort of 'stuff'?" Seriously, what could possibly scare a demon to the point of being so, well, freaked out by it? An even more powerful demon?

"DOGS!"

Yes, dogs. Big scary red guy, frightened by friggin' dogs.

"....Dogs?"

If this was a comedy setting she would've fallen over in surprise at that punchline. Instead she's just going to give the demon the most disbelieving look ever.

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