[voice]

[notpanties]

This is getting ridiculous! How many of them are there, guys? I mean, the easiest way to get rid of them - given that they're walking bombs, or at least that's what I've heard - is to--

[A sharp clatter of old tools can be heard, and she gasps, turning around.] Hey, you're--

.. awake.

Tetsuo..?

[ooc: You can comment if you want! But, uh, this one'll

Comments

COMMENTLOOAAAAARRRGGHHH

[capsulerunt]

[Tetsuo sits up with a groan, the clatter of the tools as he knocks them down making him wince. He holds his head, and for a brief moment he freezes- was it all a dream? But the headache wasn't nearly as bad as the ones he associated with his power, and there was someone standing nearby who he didn't recognize. He stared at her, still unmoving, like a deer caught in the headlights.]

Who are you?

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[notpanties]

[she's wary of him, but holds her ground, her feet firmly planted in place. For someone so dangerous, Tetsuo sure does look helpless; was he really dangerous without any powers? At any rate, she eases up, staying where she is.]

My name is Bulma. You, uh.. hit your head, I think. Are you feeling any better?

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[capsulerunt]

Bulma?

[That name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it, and didn't really care to. He stumbled upon standing, knocking around a couple more tools as he steadied himself. His voice was dry from lack of use.]

How long have I been here?

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[notpanties]

[She watched his as he worked to steady his footing, biting back her irritation at the mess. Her room could be a mess, sure--but her work area had to be organized.]

Two days, just about. You were out of it when I got here.

.. What were you doing in here, anyway?