re_alignment | 01

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tangled | rapunzel

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[Texting? It's a bit beyond her abilities, considering typing mechanisms of any sort weren't exactly available in her tower. Not to mention that typing feels doubly unnatural with the alphabet all out of order and spaced strangely. Initially, the other two options aren't much better for her, and it takes some fiddling around before she gets the audio function to turn on.]

Um... hello? Am I doing this right? Can anyone hear me?

[Well, assuming she's using it correctly, here goes nothing.]

My name is Rapunzel, and while I'm sure that gigantic, talking, magic-living-statue person meant well, I really, really can't stay long. You see, I have a very important thing I recently set off to do, and if I don't go right back to take care of it, I may never have a chance to again... [She mumbles the rest of the sentence.] and I've kind of been waiting my whole life for it. [Ahem.] So, if anyone would be so kind to tell me how I could possibly return home, I'd be really appreciative.

[There's a small moment of thoughtful silence.]

But before I forget, by any chance, did someone by the name of Euge-- um, Flynn Rider get here before me? I know it might be a bit of a stretch, but I thought it might be a good idea to check.

[In all honesty, Rapunzel would be relieved to see a familiar face in this strange, enormous, intimidating world. That said, if there is some sort of hidden way back home, she'd need to make sure Flynn could return with her.]

Okay, I think that's everything I wanted to ask about.

...And I really do hope this strange thing is actually working and that I haven't been talking to myself this entire time.

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I'm afraid the news isn't good, miss. If there's a way back to anyone's homes from here, no one's found it yet. I am very sorry.

[And he really is.]

For what it's worth, welcome to Haven. My name is Deckard, of the Haven Police. Pleased to meet you. If you don't mind me tracking the signal from your device, I'll come find you. Maybe I can help answer some of your questions and show you around?

That's what I've been hearing. I guess there's nothing I can really do about it, is there?

[All the same, she offers a small, thankful smile. It's a pleasant surprise to receive condolences.]

It's nice to meet you too, Deckard. And I'd like that very much. This place is so... different. I don't even know what to make of it.

[Luckily, she hasn't wandered far at all from Vector Prime's temple. In fact, she's just a few feet outside, though most of her hair is very much inside.]

Sometimes I still don’t know what to make of it either, so don't feel too badly. I'm on my way.

[He'll drive most of the distance, but he doesn't want to startle or scare her more than he may anyway, so he'll change back to robot form before he quite gets there and walks the rest of the way in. Spotting her, he gives her a grin before approaching to what he hopes is a nonthreatening proximity, then crouches down on a knee.]

Good afternoon.

[And then he notices the hair . . . wow . . . He's trying not to stare, he really is, but he's, ah, failing rather miserably.]

((ooc: For reference in case you're interested, she'd come up to a little under his knee in height. He's roughly 20 feet tall, give or take. A tallish human is knee-height on him, and hs's a petite little thing. <3 ))

[He's not alone in his staring; in fact, she's doing the same right back at him. Sure, the Acolyte was big, but for some reason, she didn't realize all the "robots" were going to be of similar stature.]

Um, good afternoon to you too...

[Culture shock was something she had already dealt with, but this is on a whole new level.]

((ooc: Thank you so much! That's definitely super duper helpful. <3))

[Deckard doesn't mind the staring at all. At least she doesn't seem afraid of him, for which he's glad. He's friendly as he offers his hand to touch if she wants, without seeming to reach /for/ her.]

I'm sure I must seem very strange to you if you're from a world that doesn't have the kinds of technologies you'll see here. I'll do my best to answer any questions you must have.

[He's trying to focus on /her/ and her immediate needs…which means ignoring the hair that disappears from view around the door and back into the entryway. But he can't help giving it another glance or two. Just how long /is/ it? He hopes it doesn't catch on anything or that anyone trips on it. Maybe he should say something to her about gathering it up??]

[Considering he hasn't given her a reason not to trust him, she's willing to set aside any reservations about him. After all, if an entire room of thugs turn out to be decent, empathetic folk, surely the same could be said about the beings here, however new they are to her.

There's the slightest bit of hesitation, but she does step forward, reach out, and gingerly touch the tip of his finger.]

Thanks; I really appreciate that. Because I'm kind of starting to think that there's literally nothing the same between here and where I came from.

[For all the ignorance Rapunzel has become inwardly aware of in herself, she's still a rather outwardly attentive lass. The glances don't go unnoticed.]

I get that reaction a lot.

[The surface is metal but coated with something that makes it /just/ rough and tacky enough for there to be a bit of friction to let him pick up and handle things. It's cool but not as cold as she might have expected for metal. And if she listens closely, she can hear the soft sounds of his internal workings - the steady thrum of his engine, whirring of cooling fans, the buzz of electronics. Not that she'll know /what/ they are, but they're there.]

[Oops, caught! He flinches a little, looking duly contrite as he drops his gaze.]

Ah! I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I've just . . . never seen a human with hair longer than they are tall. I am concerned with it getting caught on something or someone back in there tripping on it, though. How long is it? I'll help gather it up if you need...

[Her head slightly tilts to the side as she takes in the odd touch and the strange sounds, though she doesn't outwardly question them. In all honesty, she didn't know what to expect from a robot, scale, feel, and sounds and all. Now she has a much more concrete idea. That said, she recognizes that the unusual -at least, her definition of it- is the norm here. Best she start to learn to accept it.]

It's all right, really. My hair is kind of weird for a lot of people. [There's a brief pause as she ponders the question.] As for the length, I think it's about seventy feet, but it's been a while since I last measured. But you don't need to worry about gathering it up...

[Rapunzel turns, takes a hold of her hair with both hands, and begins to quickly reel in golden locks with practiced ease, letting them pool and pile at her feet. Her head turns to look back at him with a small, sheepish smile.]

But... I might need help carrying it. Seeing as it looks kind of... sharp outside. [For lack of a better descriptor.] And like you said, the tripping thing.

[He would expect her to be used to handling all that hair by herself. He's still impressed with how quickly and easily she gathers it. Hell, he's impressed by the hair itself, even. It's so beautiful. At her comments, he just nods with a grin.]

It'd be my pleasure.

[If she has no objection, he'll carefully scoop it up into both hands, then shifts the pile into one and offers her the other, making sure to allow enough slack in between. Yep, he's considerate like that. She can settle comfortably in his palm, like sitting in a chair, if she chooses.]

((ooc: She'd be about the size, or maybe a little bit bigger, than if you or I were to carry a Barbie doll sitting in on our hand like that. ^,^))

[Between this being a completely new experience altogether and her ignorance (which she's starting to find annoying, despite it being intrinsic), it takes her a moment to realize she's meant to be carried along with her hair. When the figurative light bulb clicks, however, she quickly takes a seat, sitting neatly, even taking a small moment to smooth out her skirt.]

Thanks so much. So, um... should I hold onto anything, or...?

[Deckard is infinitely patient, and about to comment –it finally occurs to /him/ that she might not realize what he's offering (he's too used to Yuuta just…knowing…) –but then she sits. His thumb behind her makes a nice, if low, backrest, and his fingers curl a little, smallest finger loosely wrapping just forward of her hip.]

You're very welcome. You can hold onto my fingers if you'd like. My partner, Yuuta, used to rest an arm around my fingers.

Oh, okay!

[She does as he suggests, gently resting her hands on top of his fingers.]

I take it your partner was human too?

[A small grin tugs at his lips –yes, he's taunted and written off for it by many here, but he has only love and respect for the race that created him.]

Yes, he was. I was designed and built by humans, so I'm very used to dealing with them closely.

You were... built?

[Maybe it's just her, but she knows all animals and plants are born in some manner or another; it's mind-boggling to think that something else other than that birth could create life.]

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