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towerofanimus2014-03-07 02:26 pm
gleamingly) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-07 02:26 pm
first song ♪ not quite the beginning she wanted.
Characters: Rapunzel (gleamingly) and you!
Setting: Room 1-01, floor three, floor six, and floor twenty-two.
Format: I'm starting with prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: Rapunzel wakes up in the Tower of Animus after an argument with her mother. Worst time-out ever.
Warnings: Nothing so far.
Room 1-01.
When Rapunzel wakes, it is with a start, and it is not because it's too loud. Rather, it's because there is a distinct lack of noise. Where is the rustling of the leaves in the trees, the chirping of the birds, the (rather obnoxious and unattractive) snoring of her (ridiculously attractive) traveling companion? She remembers the argument with her mother and her heart nearly drops into her stomach. Had she been brought home?
A look around the room answers that question. No, she hadn't, but she also isn't in the woods on her way to see the floating lanterns. She is also not wearing her dress, and -
Are those other beds? She gasps and pulls her covers up over herself, self-conscious about the strange white jumpsuit she's found herself in, before peeking out.
"Who... who's there?" She calls out shakily. "If someone else is in this room, tell me now...!"
Floor Three.
She has never seen so many books in her entire life. It is all she can do not to drop her mass of hair and run among the shelves to find something to read; instead she keeps her long hair gathered up in her arms and steps off the staircase so that she can explore the library at a brisk pace.
If she had something like this in her tower, it would have been so difficult to get bored.
One might find her peering curiously at a book with pictures of automobiles, or with two novels in a trilogy resting on the frying pan and the pile of hair in her arms while she rushes about looking for the third, or maybe even eyeing a book perched precariously on the top of a shelf as she twirls her hair like a lasso and throws it to pull it down.
Floor Six.
Anyone passing by the forest floor may see a peculiar sight: A barefoot, long-haired blonde in a dress that seems too short for her, clutching a frying pan and staring down a deer with too-sharp teeth. The deer is growling; Rapunzel is glancing uncertainly between it and the chameleon perched on her shoulder.
"Deer aren't supposed to growl, are they, Pascal...?"
The chameleon chitters at her and points insistently at the staircase with his tail, but she shakes her head. "No, I don't want to just run away!"
Floor Twenty-two.
She is somewhat more relaxed now, but only because she hasn't yet gone very far into the gallery. For the moment she is just looking at the paintings and chattering to about them to Pascal, who is now perched on her other shoulder.
"Whoever painted this must have been very skilled! Look at the reflection in the water," She's saying, brushing her fingers against a painting of a young man staring into a pond. The plaque below it reads Narcissus, but she doesn't know what that means. "It's identical to his face! And look at the way the water catches the light. Can you believe this was made with paint, Pascal?"
The chameleon does not look very impressed. Rapunzel is undaunted; she'll continue her tour of the gallery.
gleamingly) and you!Setting: Room 1-01, floor three, floor six, and floor twenty-two.
Format: I'm starting with prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: Rapunzel wakes up in the Tower of Animus after an argument with her mother. Worst time-out ever.
Warnings: Nothing so far.
Room 1-01.
When Rapunzel wakes, it is with a start, and it is not because it's too loud. Rather, it's because there is a distinct lack of noise. Where is the rustling of the leaves in the trees, the chirping of the birds, the (rather obnoxious and unattractive) snoring of her (ridiculously attractive) traveling companion? She remembers the argument with her mother and her heart nearly drops into her stomach. Had she been brought home?
A look around the room answers that question. No, she hadn't, but she also isn't in the woods on her way to see the floating lanterns. She is also not wearing her dress, and -
Are those other beds? She gasps and pulls her covers up over herself, self-conscious about the strange white jumpsuit she's found herself in, before peeking out.
"Who... who's there?" She calls out shakily. "If someone else is in this room, tell me now...!"
Floor Three.
She has never seen so many books in her entire life. It is all she can do not to drop her mass of hair and run among the shelves to find something to read; instead she keeps her long hair gathered up in her arms and steps off the staircase so that she can explore the library at a brisk pace.
If she had something like this in her tower, it would have been so difficult to get bored.
One might find her peering curiously at a book with pictures of automobiles, or with two novels in a trilogy resting on the frying pan and the pile of hair in her arms while she rushes about looking for the third, or maybe even eyeing a book perched precariously on the top of a shelf as she twirls her hair like a lasso and throws it to pull it down.
Floor Six.
Anyone passing by the forest floor may see a peculiar sight: A barefoot, long-haired blonde in a dress that seems too short for her, clutching a frying pan and staring down a deer with too-sharp teeth. The deer is growling; Rapunzel is glancing uncertainly between it and the chameleon perched on her shoulder.
"Deer aren't supposed to growl, are they, Pascal...?"
The chameleon chitters at her and points insistently at the staircase with his tail, but she shakes her head. "No, I don't want to just run away!"
Floor Twenty-two.
She is somewhat more relaxed now, but only because she hasn't yet gone very far into the gallery. For the moment she is just looking at the paintings and chattering to about them to Pascal, who is now perched on her other shoulder.
"Whoever painted this must have been very skilled! Look at the reflection in the water," She's saying, brushing her fingers against a painting of a young man staring into a pond. The plaque below it reads Narcissus, but she doesn't know what that means. "It's identical to his face! And look at the way the water catches the light. Can you believe this was made with paint, Pascal?"
The chameleon does not look very impressed. Rapunzel is undaunted; she'll continue her tour of the gallery.
Floor Six
Ion's heart leaps up into his throat as he passes the floor and catches sight of the long haired girl trying to defend herself against the monstrous creature with...a frying pan, of all things. He knows that this is going to be a bad decision before he makes it, but he's been much more prone than before to reckless activity now that his guardian no longer watches over him in the Tower. And even if she had been there, he couldn't simply leave someone all by themselves when they appeared to be nearly defenseless. She doesn't even have shoes on!
Not that his thin sandals are much better, mind you, but nonetheless Ion hurries forward to meet her, staff in hand. "Careful! Don't get to close!" As he cautions this, he raises his staff forward in front of him as of it were a shield. "I'll see if I can dispatch it; you aren't hurt, are you?"
Despite his confidence, Ion's voice is small and soft, his form pale and thin. He doesn't look like someone who can take down the creature that growls at them, advancing slowly and ready to attack. "Can you make it to the stairs?"
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"No, I'm not hurt at all!"
This is all happening too quickly for Rapunzel to really take in. One minute it's just her and the deer; the next there's a young boy trying to protect her. As far as protectors go, he isn't the most impressive she's ever seen. Then again, there just weren't many who could measure up to Flynn Rider-- er, Eugene Fitzherbert.
She appraises the situation, her eyes sliding from the boy to his staff to the deer. He really does look fragile, she thinks. Much more fragile than a flower, to borrow her mother's turn of phrase. Can she really just run away and leave him behind to cover her?
...no, but she can do something else. She darts for the stairs, hefting up her hair and looping it as she runs. When she makes it a few steps up, she turns back and tosses it, trying to lasso Ion around the waist.
"Hold on, okay?" Assuming it makes it around him and he doesn't struggle to free himself, she'll pull him out of range of the deer.
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But the deer hits air, Ion finds, as suddenly he's being saved by a wide rope of hair that had been tossed around his middle. Startled, he doesn't fight, but nearly drops his staff as he gets whipped back toward the stairs and out of harm's way. It probably shouldn't have been an action that knocked the wind out of him, but nonetheless he finds himself dazed and clumsy when he's joined Rapunzel back on the stairs.
"Forgive me," he manages, doing his best not to stammer in embarrassment, "I ran in with the intent to help you but it seems you had to end up saving me."
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"Besides, I wouldn't have been able to do it if you hadn't run in and distracted the deer when you had. That could have ended very badly if it wasn't for you."