towerofanimus | Confusion, Snacks, and an Angry Bird

Characters: Ankh and eeeveeerybooody~
Setting: Room 2-10; First Floor Kitchen
Format: Have prose, will match
Summary: Ankh wakes up and he is pissed. Off. The best way to rectify this is with ice cream.
Warnings: Rampant jerkishness and insults and maybe a few curses. Also possibly a floating arm.

Room 2-10

Ankh jerked awake on his bed. Wait on his bed? He didn't even have a bed. He was sweating. When had he fallen asleep? No, better question, why was he dreaming? That had never happened before.

He was panting heavily as he stumbled off the bed, glancing around a bit before stumbling towards his trunk, yanking a red satin drape from on top of it and shoving it open. Good. The medals were still there. Good. He shakily (he was shaking?) stumbled to the door, wrenching it open and peering out into the hallway. "What the hell is this...?!"

Kitchen

Whatever, this was nothing to worry about. There was more important things to deal with. For one he had to make sure none of the other Greeed were lurking around. And for second, this place was supposedly loaded with ice cream. And so Ankh marched down to the first floor for his secondary objective, inviting himself into the freezer and pulling out the closest popsicle with a grin.

Of, course when he went to eat it, he immediately gagged. "Damnit, what is this?!" Guess no one told him about the oatmeal rule.

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Things seemed to be looking up - there hadn't been any incidents since that bit with the phantoms that would trigger another purple medal freakout.

Eiji had been having some strange things happen in the meantime, however. Occasionally his vision would blur, or things wouldn't feel right. He'd shook it off as something set upon him by this place.

Now, though, now was time for food. Which meant oatmeal. Ice cream was good, but this much was just too much. Unless you were...

Eiji stops in his tracks, looking into the kitchen area. He's gotta be hallucinating. He rubs his eyes, then looks again.

"Ankh?!"

Any further attempts to try and eat were just thwarted by this stupid human gag reflex. What the heck was wrong with the detective's body now? Screw this, throw it against the wall. This was pissing him off.

Ankh stopped when he heard Eiji call his name, turning and already fixing a glare on him. "Hey, Eiji!" He strode over angrily, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "What's going on here?!"

This seriously was not his day.

[ well Ankh has two sets of eyes watching him. One red. One blue. Their heads tilt a bit, both halves of one just grinning from ear to ear.

they're not having issues eating their ice cream. ]

Hehehehe. Thmooth.

Tch.

[Aw this was not what he needed right now. He's just gonna wipe the ice cream away from his mouth and glare.]

What are you looking, brats?

Laying innocently on another bed in the room was Dean Winchester, who just happened to be waking up to hear the other man's cursing. He sat up, rubbing his head and wondering what the hell he'd drank the night before to be waking up in an unfamiliar place like this.

Then his memory came back to him. Wasn't he at Bobby's? Why the hell would he wake up anywhere else? Well, at least it looked like the other guy was in the same boat. No use shitting himself over it just yet, so he called out calmly to the guy at the door.

"Let me guess. You don't know why you're here either?"

Hehehe. Bratth. He called uth bratth.

[ and this one nudges the other. ]

Haven't heard that one in a while.

Ankh stopped at the sound of another voice behind him; in his shock he hadn't noticed any other people in the room. After another moment of shock, he spun around to see the other man sitting up in bed.

"...." He took a moment to respond, letting out an aggravated "Tch" sound before he spoke, trying to not betray the fact that he was still just a bit freaked out. "No. Or where, for that matter." As much as he hated to admit it to some dumb human.

[Alright so they were just some idiots trying to get on his nerves. Delightful.]

I'm surprised you haven't. Wherever you live must be far nicer to you. If it were up to me I'd have ripped your teeth out by the roots.

[He's just a little frustrated.] Get lost, I'm not here for your amusement.

[ tsking. ]

Trolls? What the hell is that supposed to be?

Hmph! As if I'd accept help from a couple of idiots like you.

What the fuck? Are you blind?

Do you think the gray thkin ith jutht a pigmentation problem? The hornth glued on?

You'd be surprised what kind of creatures I've seen or the lengths humans would go to. I've seen beings far more mutated from a human's appearance than just some different colors and a bump. For all I know you are humans and you're lying, or you're hardly different from them. You certainly act like them.

We don't care what you've theen or what you haven't theen. Thith ithn't a plathe where that matterth. We're all from different realitieth and worldth. Fuck, we've theen another little troll that lookth eckthactly like uth.

But we are what we are and that'th a far cry from human.

You can say you're a far cry, but you're all the same to me. [Hand wave.]

Though if you insist on distinguishing yourselves, you might as well tell me what a troll actually is.

You might want to eat thome oatmeal firtht.

Huh?

[He was just getting more frustrated with them dodging his question.]

Why? What the hell is that?

The reathon you're gagging when taking a bite. You haven't had the oatmeal yet.

Oh, this guy was the grumpy kind. Not quite Sam's kind of grumpy, but still in the same ball park. Dean felt an itch growing, speaking to this man, though he knew it was probably none of his concern.

"So the first thing you're gonna do is bolt outta here without checkin' for clues? Kidnappers like that cryptic crap. There's gotta be clues."

True, there probably wasn't much in this room to help them out, and it's not like Dean automatically trusted this guy already, but it couldn't hurt to be a little observant. Like observing the weird-ass suit the guy had on. Or the collar. A quick inspection of himself showed that Dean was wearing the same catsuit, but a different color collar: orange.

Great. He was wearing a body condom and a collar.

Edited 2011-09-04 23:58 (UTC)

[Does not compute.]

That's ridiculous. I've eaten plenty in this body before and I've never had to have this oatmeal stuff before to do it.

Try it. Thee if we're wrong.

"Kidnappers?" Oddly enough the thought had never occurred to him. The only one that had ever even tried that before was that stupid imposter, not even Cazali had been that dumb. But if the imposter had done it, well...why was he still around?

"That's ridiculous. If they wanted something out of us we'd know it by now. Or they want something out of someone else and they want us to sit around here like helpless morons until they get it!" Ankh was actually managing to make himself more angry the more he talked.

Ankh's rage kept building when he noticed the other guy inspecting himself, and realizing there was something around his neck. "What the--?!" He went as far as to make his Greeed arm appear on his right arm and begin yanking at the thing.

[Eye roll.]

Like I said, I don't need help from a couple of idiotic brats like you.

[And as if to prove a point, he held out his right arm-- manifesting is red and black Greeed arm up to the elbow-- grabbed another popsicle and dropped it into the palm, making almost a liquid gurgling noise as it disappeared.]

Edited 2011-09-05 00:10 (UTC)

[ not even bothered. just waiting. ]

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