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Date & Time: Today
Location: Room 603
Characters: new and improved Satero and plain old new Khisanth
Summary: ROOMMATE MEETING: ROUND 1
Warnings: well this is Satero, so...

[ She'd really only just barely figured out how to get into the room (still not dressed in anything better than a fuzzy white bathrobe, dirty feet, and a spiky looking necklace of tiny swords), actually finding her way to her specific bedroom is a mystery far beyond her. She's standing in the entryway, looking a little... overwhelmed. Is this how humans build? Really? She'd expected less white from them... this is more like what she'd always imagined elves would have.

She's frowning as she steps forward. Frowning at the walls, the sink, the ceiling — anything within range of being frowned at. She doesn't like any of this, man. Show her a nice dark cave, and she'll be happy, but this? This is weird. ]

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[ IT IS, QUITE FRANKLY, VERY SURPRISING THAT SATERO HAS FIGURED OUT THIS ROOM BUSINESS AT ALL. but he has. and he's so proud! he's so proud that he's gonna, you know, fucking rip the doorknob right out of this door as he slams it open and bounces in.

yes, bounces in. he's grinning from ear to ear and he's all but skipping but, unfortunately, his dance of joy is interrupted when he crashes right into khisanth. all 250 plus pounds of him. ]

Fuck!

[ Oh, what the hell. She's already not too sure about this two-legged thing, maintaining her balance as a huge guy crashes into her? Definitely not a task she's up to. So down she goes with a startled cry, gashes one hand open on the way down on the side of a convenient table, and promptly begins bleeding all over that nice pristine whiteness.

She scrambles a few feet away, pulling out the (incredibly flimsy, next to her own claws) dagger she'd stowed in her pocket, and holding it out warningly before her. ]

Who— [ Whoa. That guy's glowing. ] What... what are you doing here?

Edited (look at meeeeee i can't spell small) 2012-09-24 04:29 (UTC)

[ Satero catches his balance before he falls with Khisanth. So by the time she's back up on her feet and armed, he's already leaning towards her, head tilted, grinning ever wider. Person. People. He hasn't seen people in such a long, long while....

There's a subtle shift in his grin. It goes from merely happy to hungry.

He drops the torn-out doorknob (not sure why he was still holding on to that, really) and spreads his arms, palms held out, empty. ]

You brought me here. Haha. Ahahahaha.

[ He suddenly sweeps away, past Khisanth into the rest of the apartment, causing the ground to shake just slightly with every heavy step. His laughter continues. Growing more and more hysterical by the second. ]

[ So, Khisanth has... basically no idea at all what to make of this. Her dagger had come up threateningly as he'd leaned in, eyes had narrowed — but then he was moving past again. What? She'd been all ready to fight, to lunge and rip his throat out (no, wait, but she can't do that with these tiny teeth... she's not sure what her plan of attack would have been, on second thought), but now he's just... headed away?

Maybe it's a feint.

She turns to carefully stalk after him, eyes firmly on Satero and fully ignoring the rest of the apartment. ]

I didn't bring you here. [ And, after listening to that unnerving laugh for a few seconds too long, she raises her voice accusingly to be heard over it: ] What's wrong with you?

Haha. Hahaha. So much. Everything.

[ Which is true, but Satero's actually just being facetious here.

He's in the kitchen now and he sweeps all the way to the other end, peering at the fridge, at the metal, at Khisanth's indistinct reflection. Then he turns around and strides straight back to her, moving right into her personal space, leaning until he's all but inches away from her face.

Satero narrows his eyes, still grinning. ]

Pretty knife. Where will you put it?

[ She's ready this time, and she doesn't care that he seems far bigger to her now than he would in her proper shape. Up comes that blade, and she moves to rest the tip against his chest. Her eyes narrow right back at him. ]

I haven't decided yet, but I'm willing to take volunteers.

[ ...Man she misses her claws and teeth. This would all be so much easier if she could just casually pick him apart. ]

[ Satero's head tilts further to one side and his grin grows crooked. The blank, carefree glee with which he'd come bouncing in with has been replaced with something far more focused. ]

Heh heh. Heh.

Come on, then!

[ AND HE THROWS A PUNCH, RIGHT TO THE GUT. ]

[ She may be stuck in a slow, weak, defenseless body, but she hasn't lost her reflexes. As soon as she sees him begin to move, she strikes out with the dagger. It's not exactly hard, with it already pressed up against him, but she's a little frustrated to feel it catching on a rib. Her own claws wouldn't have that problem. Damn.

And that's about the last thought she has time for before she's suddenly tossed back by his punch, landing on her side and immediately curled over. Holy crap, things don't hurt this bad when she's a dragon. She looks up at him with a silent snarl, fingers curled as if she had her claws, but isn't quite up to moving yet. ]

[ Satero howls as the blade sinks into his chest, less out of pain and more out of instinct. But he snaps his head forwards, his teeth snapping on empty air as Khisanth is thrown back. ]

Good!

[ He doesn't waste any more time -- now he's advancing again, running, lunging, sliding a little over the slick tiles. He grabs the handle of the dagger and yanks it back out of himself, just in time to bring it down towards Khisanth as he jumps at her. ]

[ Okay, to hell with pretending to be human, she's not going to survive her disguise at this rate. But shifting to her true form will do no good, she wouldn't fit into this room. So, paltry as it is, she'll take the best the forests of the Khalkist Mountains had to offer.

She rolls back, away from the huge blond guy, and then quite suddenly it isn't the black-haired human woman at all. It's a grizzly bear, lumbering to her feet, lips already pulling back to roar. She's a little bit tangled in the white robe at the moment, but just as soon as she gets one of those huge paws free, she'll be happy to attack. ]

[ The blade slams into the floor with a loud crack that jolts Satero's arm, causing him to swear and let go of the handle. But he snatches it up again just a moment later, looking up to see where Khisanth's gone to--

Oh.

Well, that throws even Satero for a loop. ]

How....

[ Another hop, a skip, Satero practically tripping over himself to reach the bear. He folds both hands behind his back and leans down to stare it in the muzzle.

Where has she gone to? Is this bear the woman, now? He's almost certain that it is. Fascinating, how did-- oh, it doesn't even matter, he has to battle this thing now. He gnashes his teeth together. ]

Move!

[ He forgets about the dagger, and goes straight for a headbutt instead. ]

[ What is with this guy? What kind of human attacks a bear? Gods, he must be crazy. She barely grunts at the headbutt, no longer too bothered by things like that, and instead rears up onto her hind legs. Round ears brush the ceiling, and she swats one of her paws at him, sort of experimentally.

She can feel the strength in this shape, but man, it is not exactly graceful. If she coud just get this guy out into the open air, she'd be able to turn into a dragon and kill him properly... ]

[ Satero lets the paw bat him away, cackling as he staggers back, her claws snagging on his shirt. But he comes reeling back just a second later, throwing himself at her, slamming both palms forwards in an attempt to knock her off balance.

Bears, god. They're so damn big! That's amazing! Satero never gets to fight things bigger than him. ]

[ Whoa, hello. That gets a stumble, and she drops back down to all fours again, internally reprimanding herself. She isn't a dragon right now, or even a human, she's a bear, and she'd better start thinking like one.

So she clears her mind, listening only to the instincts — and lunges forward with jaws dropping open. She aims to snag ahold of one of his arms, to rip it off, if she can manage it. All that shoving and punching will be harder with just one arm. ]

Edited 2012-09-24 20:11 (UTC)

[ Satero howls again -- her bite comes down, hard and crushing on his right arm, but Satero snags her head under his left arm to attach himself to her, refusing to pull away. Refusing to let her pull away. He knows how that ends. That ends with one less arm.

Of course, she might just bite through it. Uh-oh. Satero better move. He thinks fast.

He slams his head against Khisanth's, and snaps his teeth at her eye, with the full intention of piercing it. ]

[ Aw naw he don't. Khisanth only has the two eyes, she doesn't intend to lose either of them. So she twists her head to the side, perfectly alright with it if it brings his arm along, and lets him have her thickly furred cheek, instead. He has tiny little teeth, kind of laughable, but she'd still prefer they not get too close to her eyes.

And while she's at it, she starts in a more-rapid-than-expected lumber forward. She might trample him, or she might crush him against that oncoming white wall. Either way works for her, really. ]

[ Oh ow ow ow ow that hurts god. Satero goes with her twist, scrabbling his feet against the ground to push himself along -- only to get caught up with her sudden rush forwards. Satero clings on for dear life, yanking his feet up off the ground to prevent himself from getting caught under her paws. And he gets smashed against the wall.

Satero lets loose a roar of pain, feeling something crack behind him -- either the wall or his shoulder, he doesn't know or care. But caught between the wall and Khisanth, his options now are rather limited.

He kicks both feet out against Khisanth, hard, and attempts to chomp down on her nose. ]

[ The kick pushes her back just a tiny bit, but that bite at her nose gets a roar that frees his arm. It's more of annoyance than pain, even if she can feel some blood. The bear isn't as good at handling pain as her dragon body, but better than the human.

She rears up again, one heavy paw flattening against Satero's chest to keep him there, and she swings the other at... whatever she can hit. She's aiming headwards, but the steering on this body is still a little off. ]

[ And OH GOD that swipe glances past his head -- not enough to take his head off, or to crush his skull, but still enough to crack his face to the side and draw long scratches all across his cheek and nose.

Through the blood, Satero shrieks with laughter.

He cuts off abruptly to lunge himself forwards towards Khisanth -- pinned down as he is -- roaring right back into her face, eyes flashing. The dagger that he's been holding onto all this time comes down now, towards the paw against his chest. ]

[ She roars again as the blade embeds itself into her paw, but is entirely unwilling to move it. She likes keeping this fast-moving human pinned right where she can keep an eye on him, with her admittedly poor eyesight. She supposes not every species can be as perfect as a dragon.

And, wait, isn't that her dagger? Ugh, this guy ruins everything. She snaps those large teeth at his face, weight on his chest increasing as she leans in and down to do it. ]

[ Man, this would be a lot more fun if Satero could move. He recoils from the snap, but grabs a handful of fur in an attempt to keep her close, yanking the dagger out of Khisanth's paw with the other hand. ]

Get off!

[ As he shouts, he slams the point of the dagger forwards again. Towards her eyes. ]

[ Oh. Alright. That hurts. It hurts enough to free Satero, even when Khisanth drops down to all fours and backs away, shaking her head. It sprays blood with each shake, and she can't see anything but darkness on that side. Ugh. This had better not be permanent. ]

I don't know where you got your death wish, but I'm more than happy to oblige you.

[ It's a deep, rumbling voice, half hidden in growls, and she lunges forward again, all teeth and claws. Damn, now she has to take this guy out, if only for pride's sake. ]

[ Hey, now, not so fast. Satero keeps his grip on the dagger handle as Khisanth staggers away, yanking it out of her eye. Aw yeah. His now.

Then he scrambles off to the side, placing himself in front of the windows. He'd meant to get further than that, but he's distracted by the talking.

What the fuck? Why is this bear talking? Satero blinks in surprise, and total bewilderment seizes him. ]

Wh--

[ He's cut off as Khisanth tackles him. The impact knocks him backwards, his back banging into and through the glass -- and then through air. His feet catch on the sill, very briefly, but do not hold.

Oh, shit.

Satero screams in outrage, and goes flying. ]

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