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towerofanimus2012-08-29 03:57 pm
wipeyourtears) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-29 03:57 pm
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The Bear Woke Up?!
Characters: Kintaros and you!
Setting: 4-08, then wandering the floors looking for people
Format: Starting with prose, but I can match
Summary: Kintaros is disconsolate and in disbelief.
Warnings: None, really, but an upset big bear guy running around.
Being frozen even for so short a time upon waking is a new experience for Kintaros. He waits it out, staring at the ceiling, then slowly, stiffly sits up with a grunt.
He starts to ask himself what's going on, but stops as he realises his bulky frame is crammed into some sort of bodysuit and that he is in a strange room he doesn't recognise. The whole picture is doubly puzzling since the last thing he remembers is sending the DenLiner off while he stalled the Imagin army. The suit is a terribly itchy thing, all his fur flattened under it; he reaches for the neckline to pull it off and finds a collar in his way. He scowls, confused by its presence, and promptly tries to rip it off. To his surprise, it doesn't give, not even in the slightest.
"What the–?" Because he wasn't giving it his best effort the first time, he tries again. And again. And once more, with both hands this time. Same results. Mildly irritated and unsettled, he hooks his fingertips under the edge of the suit and unceremoniously peels that off, tearing it in places where his claws and shoulders catch in the fabric. He doesn't feel much better for the release of the effort and gives the collar another awkward tug. Then he finally spots the letters on the nearby nightstand. The first one he picks up gives him an idea of where he's awakened, at least, but not how he arrived here. He carefully refolds it, mindful not to tear the paper, and sets it aside, then opens the second letter.
For a long moment, he stares blankly at the words on the page, not making a sound. They don't quite sink in at first, the immensity of their meaning a little too much. His hands begin shaking.
Your world has been destroyed.
"But…" he blurts out only to fall silent again, his voice catching in his throat. His face burns; his heart aches; tears sting behind his visor. It can't possibly be, can it? Ryoutarou is a strong young man, growing stronger with every moment that passes. Surely he succeeded in stopping Kai. Surely, Kintaros tells himself, leaving Ryoutarou and the DenLiner wasn't for nothing. He knows his friend's heart; therefore, the letter must be a lie. But if so, why is he here? What happened to the others?
Once the numbness of the letter's revelation wears off, Kintaros is upset. Deeply so. Letter clutched in one fist, he leaves his room on a mission. He keeps an eye out for someone else, anyone else, as he aimlessly wanders. Anyone here must be able to answer his question, he reasons. It's a simple question.
He doesn't think about how he must look, lumbering along with his hands tight at his sides, grim expression on his face. Or what impression that will make on anyone he encounters.
Setting: 4-08, then wandering the floors looking for people
Format: Starting with prose, but I can match
Summary: Kintaros is disconsolate and in disbelief.
Warnings: None, really, but an upset big bear guy running around.
Being frozen even for so short a time upon waking is a new experience for Kintaros. He waits it out, staring at the ceiling, then slowly, stiffly sits up with a grunt.
He starts to ask himself what's going on, but stops as he realises his bulky frame is crammed into some sort of bodysuit and that he is in a strange room he doesn't recognise. The whole picture is doubly puzzling since the last thing he remembers is sending the DenLiner off while he stalled the Imagin army. The suit is a terribly itchy thing, all his fur flattened under it; he reaches for the neckline to pull it off and finds a collar in his way. He scowls, confused by its presence, and promptly tries to rip it off. To his surprise, it doesn't give, not even in the slightest.
"What the–?" Because he wasn't giving it his best effort the first time, he tries again. And again. And once more, with both hands this time. Same results. Mildly irritated and unsettled, he hooks his fingertips under the edge of the suit and unceremoniously peels that off, tearing it in places where his claws and shoulders catch in the fabric. He doesn't feel much better for the release of the effort and gives the collar another awkward tug. Then he finally spots the letters on the nearby nightstand. The first one he picks up gives him an idea of where he's awakened, at least, but not how he arrived here. He carefully refolds it, mindful not to tear the paper, and sets it aside, then opens the second letter.
For a long moment, he stares blankly at the words on the page, not making a sound. They don't quite sink in at first, the immensity of their meaning a little too much. His hands begin shaking.
Your world has been destroyed.
"But…" he blurts out only to fall silent again, his voice catching in his throat. His face burns; his heart aches; tears sting behind his visor. It can't possibly be, can it? Ryoutarou is a strong young man, growing stronger with every moment that passes. Surely he succeeded in stopping Kai. Surely, Kintaros tells himself, leaving Ryoutarou and the DenLiner wasn't for nothing. He knows his friend's heart; therefore, the letter must be a lie. But if so, why is he here? What happened to the others?
Once the numbness of the letter's revelation wears off, Kintaros is upset. Deeply so. Letter clutched in one fist, he leaves his room on a mission. He keeps an eye out for someone else, anyone else, as he aimlessly wanders. Anyone here must be able to answer his question, he reasons. It's a simple question.
He doesn't think about how he must look, lumbering along with his hands tight at his sides, grim expression on his face. Or what impression that will make on anyone he encounters.
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[His laugh is less a laugh than a brief grunt, optimism tempered by the sobriety of the situation. His tone when he speaks is the same, and his steps are heavier when he starts walking again.]
Maybe it's only for this moment.
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[Sort of? Human relationships are confusing. She falls into step.]