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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jun 23, 2013 14:34:51 GMT -4
Rikku's face bunched up in a smile; for a lamplighter he had ways with words. Being a sociable person and a wallflower mute company, her attention was bound to sway when tended to so carefully, "Yes, because many things lurk in the shadows."
Even the Al Behd can use heartless to play coy; the night was young and so was she, so it wasn't atypical to be unconcerned of dangers. She knew she was capable, so careless flirting wouldn't kill. She approached him with her hands clasped together behind her back. "You can light up the world much faster with another hand. We can push the shadows quicker together."
"Now, this ain't no work for a lady." The lamplighter insisted, shaking his head with a smile. After all, the lamps were quite tall and to light them efficiently one had to have a long reach even with the stick he carried to ignite the flame. And if the candle or oil needed replacing, he had to climb up and do it manually, which was certainly no task to be given to pretty young women in the street, "But if you're free at around eight, I know a place where the lights never go out." He was, of course, referring to a certain bar and tavern belonging to one Tifa Lockhart, which was open until 2:00am, when technically, the lights were turned off, but by then, most people were either too drunk or too asleep to notice.
As Rapunzel grew closer to the figures whose silhouettes became more prominent and showed the physique of a male and female. As well as coming closer Rapunzel heard the duo chat back and forth not loud enough for Rapunzel to make out the words, but enough for her to overhear the bright and bubbly tone of Rikku’s voice as it usually was. Rapunzel let a huge smile grew across her face as she dashed towards the figures to embrace Rikku in a large bear hug. Rapunzel had become somewhat like a poodle compared to average people in which she was easily manipulated and grew to miss anyone who had been away from her for more than a few hours thinking perhaps they might’ve abandoned her.
Being quite giddy to learn about the world outside her tower and now as she had learned worlds she was always interested in meeting new people, but she would often come off a tad strong. Coming closely up behind the Al Behd and man she was conversing with Rapunzel leapt up into the air in the direction of Rikku letting the frying pan clatter onto the ground as Rapunzel giggled and wrapped the blonde in her arms. “Rikku!”
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jun 26, 2013 22:11:43 GMT -4
"Then I'll meet you there. You can't have a girl waiting in the dark unless she's in good company," the king was checked mate by the queen, and without much attempt, Rikku had a little outing to look forward too. Hopefully the girls would be content at home asleep to not be bugged by her absence. They should be fine, because she never hovered over them and their affairs AS LONG as they played everything safe.
For them that meant being home before the sun was out of the sky. The night could very well encouraged the heartless to ignore Tron's presence. They were equal opportunists, take what they can when they can. Her content smile widened in alarm. A loud clang made her tense, and in a flash, she pulled out her daggers. The gripped tightened once feeling arms wrapped around her, then a body squeezed closely to hers.
WHAT THE-
Giggles danced around her before a happy shout,"RIKKU!"
Her grip slackened as she looked down to the largest pair of eyes she'd seen on a human and a head full of golden hair, "Rapunzel?"
Rikku claimed her as her own once plopping her chin on the top of her head, while slowly putting her daggers away to not alarm her, "What are you up to about this late, lady? Or are you and Merida going out on roaming vagabonding expeditions?"
While nuzzling the lot of hair, she looked forward to see it trailing. Someone was letting it loose today, which meant it could be filthy or worst, someone stepping on it. She pouted, while running her fingers through the tresses and muttered, "got the pretty pretty hair dragging all over the world."
She looked up to her 'male friend' and smiled with a shy chuckle, "Oh this is Rapunzel, and Punzies this iiiiiis..."
Tun had watched as all this happened, rather uncomfortable. He felt as if he was kept out of the conversation, and just simply listened. As soon as Rapunzel had shown up, he was a little shocked by her. Such long hair and...was she wielding a frying pan? Either way, he was a little wierded out by her appearance. Moments later, the first female he had met, Rikku, called for his name.
"It's....Tun....just call me Tun," He said loud enough so they could hear him. He felt no need to extend the conversation longer than needed, and knew he was not gong to be supporting it, just adding in his own two cents when he was asked or mentioned. It felt safe.
“Tom is the name.” The lamplighter said with a nod of his head. Oh boy. One hyperactive girl with a great big bunch of yellow hair.
Usually, when the females got together and started fussing and squealing over each other and whatever la-dee-dah’s they liked to chatter about, it was his cue to move along, but this time he could not help but stare in wonder. Granted, he had seen some strange things and it wasn't that this was particularly alarming, but over thirty feet of gold tresses was certainly unusual and deserved a second look.
Rapunzel released the girl from her grip and let out a slightly nervous chuckle noticing the two boys who had been gawking at her hair. Rapunzel hadn’t actually told Rikku or Merida about her hair’s “properties” she often just brushed aside any questions as to why it had been allowed to grow so long. As well having refused any opportunities to visit the local barber shop due to the fact she’d lose her special powers.
“I was looking for you Rikku! Yea I’ve been growing it out.” Rapunzel had cracked a joke in an attempt to lighten the mood as she let out a brief chuckle to make sure they knew she had joked.
"You don't say?" Tom replied with a slight drawl. Growing it out was putting it mildly. This girl clearly didn't know what a pair of scissors looked like.