we all do what we can, we endure our fellow man

[onblackwings]

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. ]

Comments

[fitful]

[ 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. ]

[onblackwings]

[ 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. ]

[fitful]

[ 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. ]