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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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Hmn. Got a lot to learn then. You're on a world called Cybertron. Cybertronians like me are the native race. Seeker is what kind of Cybertronian. I'm currently the only one here with this body type.

…ever been flying before?

[A year and a half ago, he would NEVER have voluntarily offered to take a squishy anywhere. He's done so at least three times now. If nothing else, he likes showing off, and he enjoys the reactions. And someone who doesn't even know what a machine is wouldn't know what an aircraft is either.]

[This could be fun.]

[She gives a curt nod, a sort of affirmation of her taking mental notes. Surely they'll make more sense once she's been in this strange place a while.]

I'll do my best to remember that.

[That said, the question brings obvious confusion to her features. Fly? That's certainly a bizarre question.]

Considering that only birds and bats and insects fly, not humans... no, I've never been flying. Not ever.

There are humans that are able to fly in machines that they build. Aircraft.

Or if someone like me carries them.

Care for an aerial tour of your new home?

[There's that word again: machines. She still isn't sure what it exactly means, due both to Gothel's particularities and due to the technology of her time, but for now, she deems it best to akin it to "invention".]

Um... sure?

[Is it clear or is it clear that she has absolutely no idea what to expect?]

[Oh, yeah, this'll be entertaining. At least he won't try to hurt her? He's gotten pretty good at handling humans. ~~If he can gently handle a seven-inch-tall stitchpunk without hurting her, he can handle a petite teenager.~~]

[He nods.]

Let me know when you're a little more settled in and ready to go.

((ooc: Quick FYI on size –not that she can tell yet just looking at him on her monitor, but he's even taller than Deckard. Deckard probably comes to his chest or so –shoulder-height, tops. To give you an idea, the yellow structure down the middle of his torso? That's the cockpit of his alt-mode, which is an F-15 fighter jet. So Rapunzel can /easily/ fit in there, hair and all. ^,^))

[Luckily, she doesn't stay hurt for long, not that anyone quite knows that yet. However, it does give her an extra bit of courage knowing she can always heal herself if she gets in over her head.]

To tell the truth, I don't really know if I can ever "settle" here. Guess only time can tell with that.

B-but I'm sure there's no time like the present for "flying".

[How bad or complicated can it be, after all?]

((OOC: Thanks so much! That is tremendously helpful. <3)

Confident little thing, aren't you?

[It's a /bit/ condescending –he can't help it –but really, he takes that as a good sign. The innocent little squishie might learn to manage herself here after all. He nods.]

I'll be there shortly, then.

I try to be.

[More like hopelessly optimistic and way in over her head, though.]

Okay. I'll be waiting.

[For what exactly, she has no clue.]

[That's okay, it'll just endear her to the Seeker sooner or later. ~~He has a soft spot for innocents, oops. So much for supposedtobe one of the bad guys…~~]

[Soon, she'll become aware of the increasing sound of a high-pitched whine –jet turbines, not that she knows what those are. If she looks up, she'll spot what looks like a rigid-winged bird high in the sky between her and the horizon, covering ground /fast/. As it approaches, it'll dive sharply. She'll notice its' royal blue with red trim along the wings. It'll corkscrew overhead, losing both speed and altitude rapidly . . . and then suddenly unfolds into a winged man-shaped "statue", landing several armored-giant's steps off…surprisingly lightly for its immense size (she might have noted the thrusters firing from the heels helping with that). She'll still feel the tremor in the ground, though.]

[Thundercracker closes the rest of the distance, then kneels, crouching low to study her.]

[She watches him approach in the sky in both awe and fear, the latter she tries her utmost to suppress. After all, even she realizes that doesn't take a genius to figure out that the frighteningly-loud aviary creature is what the fellow had mentioned before. However, it's still quite a startling entrance, and thus as he nears and begins to descend, she ducks back into the doorway, opting to play it safe in case he hits the ground hard. And, yanno. Accidentally lands on her or what bit of hair had trailed out with her.

Needless to say, it's quite a relief when he lands as nimble as a cat. But oh dear, is his size phenomenal; she honestly wasn't expecting him to be that big, and never mind that she can hardly believe something that gigantic can become airborne.

Rapunzel doesn't back in further beyond the doorway, though there is a sudden realization that she's feeling a bit intimidated. All the same, she forces a polite smile. He came all the way out for her, after all; the least she can do is appear grateful.]

Um... hello.

Hey. [He offers a ~~bit of a smirk~~ small grin.] Don’t worry. I've gotten pretty good at maneuvering around humans and even smaller.

[He'll offer her his hand.]

Think you're ready to come out of the temple?

Oh, uh, yes...

[She sheepishly steps out of the doorway and towards him, her hair trailing behind her... a good portion of it still in the building.]

Sorry about that; I guess I'm just a little nervous.

[The smirk widens a bit.]

You'd be a fool not to be. It means you have some sense of self-preservation in a completely alien environment.

…so what's with the hair?

[Yeah, for as very little as he really knows about humans, he's PRETTY SURE he can safely guess that's not normal.]

Then I guess that's definitely a good thing. [Yanno, considering this world probably has dangers she'd never need to worry about back home. Like, getting stepped on.

She turns her head over her shoulder to look at the train of hair. Oh. Right.

Well, she has some 'splainin' to do, doesn't she? Sheepishly, she walks out a bit further, stopping only to reel the rest of the 70 feet or so of hair into a loose pile beside her.]

I'm... um, growing it out?

[Look at that winning smile. That is the smile of a girl trying to look completely sincere and failing miserably.]

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