Rapunzel (
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re_alignment2014-02-21 03:24 pm
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01 | Audio
[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.
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.
[Action]
Thanks so much. So, um... should I hold onto anything, or...?
[Action]
[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.
[Action]
[She does as he suggests, gently resting her hands on top of his fingers.]
I take it your partner was human too?
[Action]
[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.
[Action]
[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.]