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maskormenacelogs2015-11-03 07:32 pm
tsundog) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-03 07:32 pm
Entry tags:
- kang | n/a,
- † ana ramir | taranto,
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † inuyasha | inuyasha,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † mathieu carver | shadow,
- † minato arisato | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † teddie | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon
(open) stepping on every metaphorical lego brick in the entire city
WHO: Inuyasha & YOU?
WHERE: Heropa, De Chima
WHEN: All of November
WHAT: Intro Shenanigans and minor mischief
WARNINGS: expletives, violence, comical incompetence at city dwelling
Heropa (11/3) For Sabriel
You know what's a good way of sticking it to the man? By blowing off the polite government entourage in favor of shoving their dumb intro pamphlet into some official's face and running off into the city. Fuck rules. Fuck pamphlets. Unless someone's gonna tell him how to get back home, he's not interested in doing favors for anyone.
You know what's a bad way of sticking it to the man? Getting hopelessly tangled in the barbed wire of a building in Heropa's outskirts shortly after telling the welcome wagon where to shove it.
"Shit!"
He finds himself half dangling off the wall as the wire hooks into his robe and skin. He wasn't quite bleeding, but it still hurt having the metal thorns dig in. It took some vigorous scrambling for him to get a good enough grip on the fence links to be able to muscle his way out of it. Crashing down onto the concrete below, an empty aluminum bin clangs on ground as he tries to get up, almost taking the entirety of some innocent local business' fence with him.
Ok.
Now to focus on ripping this stuff off him. Cursing just about everything under his breath, he begins to free his arms of the snaking loops.
De Chima: Forward Dated to 11/6 and on-
Running off and telling his specially prepared intro party to suck it seemed like a good idea at the time, but Inuyasha admittedly found himself a little lost and confused after he'd calmed down and stopped feeling like an antagonistic piece of shit. With a little help, he'd managed to make his way up north to De Chima, but he was still walking through a city so foreign to him the only thing he really recognized was that it was inhabited by humans and had food.
He'd only visited Kagome's 'modern' era once, and he didn't leave the plot of land that was mostly inhabited with familiar looking shrines to begin with. De Chima was a cavalcade of new sights and smells that inevitably caught his attention multiple times over.
(Open Prompts)
a. A threatening looking hover-truck that got a little too close earns a snarl, because it was looking at him funny, damnit! His hand closes cautiously over his sword as it slowly backs towards the rear end of a store, keeping an eye on the thing in case it wanted to try something fishy.
b. A noodle shop gets an unwelcome visitor as he squats over its roof. He'd noticed that they sold some kind of excellent smelling broth. Curious, he climbs over the window and sticks his head inside, mane flopping over to basically create a disheveled white curtain between the cashier window and outside.
"Oi!"
One red sleeve reaches inside, ignoring the surprised shout of a teen who wasn't being paid enough to deal with this shit, claws reaching for the bowl they were about to pass outside.
"Hey, are you gonna eat that?"
c. Sometime later, he finds a strange and large block on the street. It was apparently called a 'Vending Machine', or some such. He didn't care. What he did care about was that it was full of food, and the last person pushed some assortment of buttons and got it to dispense the food.
Of course, figures punching in random numbers didn't solve the problem of not having any money, which makes him clench his fists in frustration.
Now, a reasonable person might investigate further why the magical metal brick wasn't complying, but Inuyasha had a simpler solution. Grip it with both hands, raise the entire damn thing right over his head, and vigorously shake it until food fell out.
d. Eventually, he finds a comfortable corner of concrete roof to sit on after a hard day of mischief. He reaches into his robe and takes out the folded pieces of paper he'd taken out of the brown folder, as well as the communicator.
The latter was some kinda mysterious small metal rectangle he'd resolve for another day, but the papers were curious enough to flip through one at a time.
e. Wildcard?
Prose or action is ok, I'll match format. :]
WHERE: Heropa, De Chima
WHEN: All of November
WHAT: Intro Shenanigans and minor mischief
WARNINGS: expletives, violence, comical incompetence at city dwelling
Heropa (11/3) For Sabriel
You know what's a good way of sticking it to the man? By blowing off the polite government entourage in favor of shoving their dumb intro pamphlet into some official's face and running off into the city. Fuck rules. Fuck pamphlets. Unless someone's gonna tell him how to get back home, he's not interested in doing favors for anyone.
You know what's a bad way of sticking it to the man? Getting hopelessly tangled in the barbed wire of a building in Heropa's outskirts shortly after telling the welcome wagon where to shove it.
"Shit!"
He finds himself half dangling off the wall as the wire hooks into his robe and skin. He wasn't quite bleeding, but it still hurt having the metal thorns dig in. It took some vigorous scrambling for him to get a good enough grip on the fence links to be able to muscle his way out of it. Crashing down onto the concrete below, an empty aluminum bin clangs on ground as he tries to get up, almost taking the entirety of some innocent local business' fence with him.
Ok.
Now to focus on ripping this stuff off him. Cursing just about everything under his breath, he begins to free his arms of the snaking loops.
De Chima: Forward Dated to 11/6 and on-
Running off and telling his specially prepared intro party to suck it seemed like a good idea at the time, but Inuyasha admittedly found himself a little lost and confused after he'd calmed down and stopped feeling like an antagonistic piece of shit. With a little help, he'd managed to make his way up north to De Chima, but he was still walking through a city so foreign to him the only thing he really recognized was that it was inhabited by humans and had food.
He'd only visited Kagome's 'modern' era once, and he didn't leave the plot of land that was mostly inhabited with familiar looking shrines to begin with. De Chima was a cavalcade of new sights and smells that inevitably caught his attention multiple times over.
(Open Prompts)
a. A threatening looking hover-truck that got a little too close earns a snarl, because it was looking at him funny, damnit! His hand closes cautiously over his sword as it slowly backs towards the rear end of a store, keeping an eye on the thing in case it wanted to try something fishy.
b. A noodle shop gets an unwelcome visitor as he squats over its roof. He'd noticed that they sold some kind of excellent smelling broth. Curious, he climbs over the window and sticks his head inside, mane flopping over to basically create a disheveled white curtain between the cashier window and outside.
"Oi!"
One red sleeve reaches inside, ignoring the surprised shout of a teen who wasn't being paid enough to deal with this shit, claws reaching for the bowl they were about to pass outside.
"Hey, are you gonna eat that?"
c. Sometime later, he finds a strange and large block on the street. It was apparently called a 'Vending Machine', or some such. He didn't care. What he did care about was that it was full of food, and the last person pushed some assortment of buttons and got it to dispense the food.
Of course, figures punching in random numbers didn't solve the problem of not having any money, which makes him clench his fists in frustration.
Now, a reasonable person might investigate further why the magical metal brick wasn't complying, but Inuyasha had a simpler solution. Grip it with both hands, raise the entire damn thing right over his head, and vigorously shake it until food fell out.
d. Eventually, he finds a comfortable corner of concrete roof to sit on after a hard day of mischief. He reaches into his robe and takes out the folded pieces of paper he'd taken out of the brown folder, as well as the communicator.
The latter was some kinda mysterious small metal rectangle he'd resolve for another day, but the papers were curious enough to flip through one at a time.
e. Wildcard?
Prose or action is ok, I'll match format. :]
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[It doesn't even occur to him to just leave without giving Kaneda a little punishment. What a silly idea!]
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[It comes out as a mutter as his hand reaches up to rub his neck where Inuyasha had it. He's starting to see why this asshole was collar'd to start.
Not that he reacted any more maturely...]
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You're fortunate I was the one who stepped in, instead of someone who'd arrest you.
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[He lets out an amused snort. Arrest him? Don't be ridiculous. As if anyone here could arrest him. Kaneda? Probably. He's slow and easy to strongarm into the ground.]
[Inuyasha wipes the blood from his face as his anger from the fight cools. His eye had already stopped bleeding and was probably doing it's work of healing up by now. But.. ]
[He takes out his communicator and wrinkles his nose slightly. The screen had shattered sometime in the fight. Whoops.]
Woman! Can you fix this while you're here?
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But it seems like the fight was taken out of the biker too, leaning on one of his legs and rolling one of those shoulders idly.]
...
[He sees that comm, though, tilting his head to get a better look through his disheveled hair.]
Oi, that your comm? You broke it already?
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I'm a mage, not a technician. We'll have to take it to the base or a shop to get it repaired- it will probably take a few hours.
Did someone explain what it does already?
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[He kind of told the welcome wagon to screw off. That counts as an explanation, right????]
I just know this stupid metal square just keeps making fucking noises and lights up. It was probably broken from the start, or something.
[While he notices they're getting a little too chummy, he's already been through this damn thing before. Trying to free himself of the beads now would be useless. And if she wanted to be the hero, fine. He'll stick around until he gets a good chance to bisect the woman for real. Until then, may as well make himself cozy in this crappy concrete nightmare.]
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His hand reaches over to take it with one hand, snapping his fingers to make his bike appear right at his side with the other. Leaning against his bike, he bends over, opening up that glove compartment and grabbing a few papers out of it, looking from them to the comm, then back to them, and then back to the comm. After not really getting anywhere with his very sketchy diagrams, he gets a better look, placing the papers between his teeth to lift up a loose panel. Brows raising.
Keep talking, he's just being a curious little bugger.]
...
[But hearing Inuyasha, he's definitely going to speak up after that.]
Mmm-mmm-mmn. Wan-chan, it's not a chew toy.
[He gives a look to Sabriel, though, spinning it between his fingers and handing it back.]
But hey, I know a guy who probably can get it fixed.
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It's a communicator- a piece of technology that lets people talk from far away. It's not an uncommon thing here- and a useful one, given that imPorts live in several different cities.
[Then Kaneda speaks up.] He can? Then we can ask him to do it. And in the meantime, I'll explain to Wanchan how to use a communicator, so he doesn't break it again. [Because that's his name, right?]
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[His face starts to contort into red-faced teen anger, practically bristling on edge as Sabriel catches on and starts using it too. Holy shit Kaneda could you get any more obnoxious!!!!]
[Disregarding the fact that the mage could plant his face back down on the concrete, he marches right up to this red-jacketed turd and seizes his collar to pull him down to just a bit below eye level. Being the shortest one in the conversation was rough sometimes, ok.]
Stop treating me like I’m your pet, you stupid shit!
[The other hand pulls angrily at the beads.]
You’re lucky I have these on, or I’d rip open a new hole in your belly for you to breathe through!
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But before he can even take the communicator back safely, Inuyasha's marching over, grabbing his shirt collar and jerking him down to eye level, or even a little bit under. It's surprising, and he gives a little noise of surprise from the sudden motion, but dark eyes lock with Inuyasha's.]
I never said you were, wan-chan.
[After all, that's not HIS collar you're wearing. Speaking of, his smirk widens as he looks at the beads, and then to him.]
You want that comm fixed, right? I need my face in one piece to do that.
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Put him down, or I'll use the Words again. And tell us your name, if you don't want us to keep calling you that! [What was his name anyway? Sabriel doesn't recall him ever mentioning it.]
Kaneda, I think we'll need to explain more about what a comm is first. [Hopefully that'll keep him from breaking it again.]
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[But after a moment of tension, Kaneda just gets a forceful shove back (aiming to push him onto his ass), before he closes his eyes and crosses his arms. He turns to glance at Sabriel out of the corner of his eye, calming some of that anger.]
Inuyasha.
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The shove sends him back a few steps, hand reaching out to grip his bike to help catch his fall.
So he'll just keep this position, moving so he's sitting on the edge of the front ceramic plating on his bike, arms folding as well. Explain the comms to someone like this...]
That little metal box is how you talk to people in this place. [Taking it gently from Sabriel again, he opens it up to show the 'screen' and the keypad.]
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Think of it as sending invisible messages that only people with the same sort of box can see- except the messages can be sound or images, instead of just written down.