Of Best Intentions and Own Inventions

[Rapunzel]

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[atrb=background,http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/4480/rapunzelbodyhighschool.png] ((ooc: Takes place July 10th The title was supposed to be: She's a girl with the best intentions He's a man of his own invention But apparently that was too long x3 ANYWAY for now it's only Flynn and Rapunzel, maybe more if we decide so ^^)) Rapunzel sat in her own special little room, in one of the tallest towers of the castle. Sitting in one of the rafters she brushed her long, golden hair, finally brushing out to the end with a relieved sigh. Paintings littered the walls and even ceiling. Some crude and poorly drawn and colored over from her childhood, others much better and given more detail and thought as she'd grown up. Painting utensils and candles made of some sort of metal with a golden hint (maybe gold itself) were also strewn about the room. She let her brush fall to the ground with a soft tink and thud. Wrapping her hair around the rafter, she propelled herself down, grabbing a frying pan and her painting supplies. A frying pan would be a nice palette right? The girl new by experience that by now, Mother didn't like her using the good plates for painting. It seemed to stain. Who would've known?! Climbing back up to the rafters, and beginning to paint the wall. The girl went from humming to singing. No one else was up here, so why not? "Flower, Gleam and Glow, Let your power shine, Make the clock reverse, Bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, Change the fates design, Save what has been lost, Bring back what once was mine. What once was mine....." The golden glow of her hair stirred as she moved and adjusted herself, a small bit becoming visible in the window before falling back to the floor as Rapunzel once again stirred and moved to adjust herself to her canvas. Rapunzel than began singing randomly. The songs you do when you're bored or hard working, announcing exactly what you're doing. Everyone had been there at one point in their lives, right? The image Rapunzel was drawing was a flower like shape melded in with that of the sun, looking over the forest outside the window. The haunted forest, but from her point of view... it looked pretty. Especially mid-morning, when the sun was rising behind it like a flower, the trees becoming envious shades of greens. The glimmer of a far off blue, crystalline stream. Rapunzel never really traveled outside the castle, it was to risky with her hair. If it was cut... Rapunzel didn't know what might happen. There was a reason though as to why it had grown out so long, and she and Gothel knew it. Rapunzel checked the sun outside and the shadows of the trees, biting her lower lip as she tried to decipher the time. "10." The girl said with certainty, puffing her chest with pride having though she'd gotten it. In truth, she only thought it looked like ten, but hey, maybe it was! There were no clocks in the tower and Rapunzel had gotten much better at telling the time by shadows. There was a sudden scraping sound coming from outside though. It was close. With a little squeal of alarm, Rapunzel let the paint drop from her frying pan and receded to the uppermost rafter hiding. She could see something... Rapunzel cringed, holding the frying pan tighter. Sure she'd faced that teenage werewolf who'd attacked Hiccup... this was different though. She was all alone. Rapunzel continued to bite her bottom lip, anxiously watching and trying to pace her heart rate. She kept her breathing below audible and did all she could. Wait.

[Flynn Rider]

How in the world Flynn had actually succeeded in beginning to climb upward was a mystery. Well, not too big a mystery. The brown-haired thief had spent the better part of the morning working out what he was going to do and how he was going to go about doing it. That had led to him looking around for something, anything at all, that would assist him in climbing up to that tower. In the end he had found some rather sturdy sticks and decided to go with those as his means of climbing upward. Not an easy task, by any means, but Flynn felt accomplished knowing he had gotten this far. He guessed he was almost there, mostly based on the fact that there was a window not terribly far from where he currently dangled.

"Almost there. Almost there... soon... that treasure will be all mine."

Call him delusional, but the werewolf was convinced that there was something of value up in that tower. There had to be. What other reason could there have been for having such a tall tower? The thief wanted to know for sure, and to prove himself a worthy thief he had decided to tackle the tower head on. ...Not literally, of course, but Flynn was climbing it. That was what he had meant by tackling it. Shaking that thought from his head, Flynn continued to climb. Up, up, up he went, and it wasn't long before he finally seemed to reach his destination. The window. Flynn grinned a bit and reached one hand out to try and make his way inside, accidentally scraping one boot against the tower beneath him and probably alerting anyone inside of his presence. No matter. He wasn't going to let that stop him. The world's greatest thief could never be caught!

With that, Flynn carefully opened the window and hauled himself inside. For a beat he rested against the windowsill, pausing to catch his breath all the while, and looked around at what he supposed was his goal. Brown eyes grew just a tiny bit wider when he saw just what was inside. Paintings. Lots and lots of paintings scattered across the walls. His initial thought was that someone had had a blast decorating, only to brush it off once he slid down and landed on the floor. Flynn had no idea that anyone was actually present in the room. No idea that he wasn't alone. All he knew was that he had accomplished his task of making it to the tower.

"Now... if I were a treasure, where would I be?" Flynn murmured. He stroked his manly goatee in thought and carefully looked around the room. Still, he had no idea of Rapunzel's presence. The thief would have been in for a nasty surprise if she actually decided to do something about his being there.

[Rapunzel]

((ooc: The table was irritating me o.O))

A man approached coming in from the window, sliding down from the window sill. Rapunzel shrunk back against the wall, observing him. Maybe he'd just... go away? The apparent thief though had no intention. Firstly looking around at the many paintings on the well, and second, stroking his chin- no, goatee, in thought. No one though about leaving while looking inside. And no one climbed an approximately 70 ft tall tower just to see what was inside and leave. So Rapunzel's hopes were dashed. Briefly, the girl though of maybe just staying put until the man just... left. He could have been one of the townsfolk, could have been dared to approach the dreaded castle and had taken the dare farther? There was something about a man's pride that seemed to cause the gender to do the stupidest things.

"Now... if I were a treasure, where would I be?" The man must've gotten the wrong tower... but... He was trying to steal! The girl put a hand over her mouth to hold in the gasp, though a bit of air escaped. A rustled came from above as Rapunzel moved along the rafters and positioned herself closer to the man. She had yet to see his face, and could not tell if he was one of those pointy-teethed thugs. Her hair fell slightly, the flash of golden hair appearing briefly from the dark shadows before disappearing again. "To close." She muttered to herself, rolling the frying pan handle in her hand. Gathering her hair, Rapunzel gave it a twirl and released, the hair going for the wrist scratching his goatee. She pulled up, trying to catch him off guard, before aiming lower for the man's leg and pulling. She was very unsure of her own strength at the moment, her balance was off as she squatted on the rafters and she was unable to pull hard enough or long enough to actually cause some real damage. Rapunzel pulled her hair back to her, twirling it around again and hopping over to another rafter.

Her heart rate had accelerated and she was prone to forgetting to breath. There was no help she could call on, the tower being secluded and there was no window or door facing directly into the castle at its side. Rapunzel than dared to make another move, possibly the most daring. Tying her hair around the rafter, the blonde came flying down, and swung with her frying pan. The momentum of her swing carrying her to the other end of the room, the frying pan now clutched tightly to her chest. Her fingers keeping a death grip on it. She waited, emerald eyes determined and anxious.

[Flynn Rider]

Flynn was snapped from thought when he felt something wrapping around his wrist. Slowly, he glanced down to see what it was. Was that... hair? One eyebrow rose in a perplexed sort of way and he went unaware of the fact that more hair was wrapping around his leg. Only when he felt a tug did he realize that something was going on. A yelp, most undignified for one his age, sounded before he was pulled downward. He hit the floor and winced slightly. What the hell was going on? Flynn glanced down to see what had happened, only to find more of the same golden hair wrapped around his leg. Either someone had a lot of time on their hands and owned no scissors, or they just really liked long hair. "Okay, this is just getting weird." Flynn remarked.

What happened next came completely out of the blue for Flynn. He was trying to get to his feet after being knocked over (by hair, no less), and just as he got to his feet he was met with the sudden sensation of something hard and metallic colliding with his face. This time no cry betrayed his thoughts. The stunned look of pain on his face said everything. Dazed by the blow and no less confused by where it had come, Flynn felt himself fall to the floor once more. Were he coherent in that moment, he probably would have tried to seek out a logical explanation for what had happened. But, nope. He was just going to have to lay there with a growing headache and what was likely to become a large bump on his head. For once, having a hard head seemed to have saved him from being knocked out.

Okay. This is clearly not my day.

(ooc: Short post is lame! XP)

[Rapunzel]

A... yelp? That was clearly unexpected. Rapunzel had the frying pan pointed at the man and she tried not to shake, taking a step back to look at him. He appeared dazed, not knocked out. The man had a hard head. A very hard head. "Wh- What are you doing here!?" The girl started of softly, but changed her tone. Taking on a more stern, demanding tone that came deep from her chest. It calmed her nerves though, reassuring herself that she could do this. Frying pan aimed at the intruder with clear intent that if she had to, she'd deliver another hard blow. Maybe his head could last one frying pan blow, maybe two, if he could last three, there was something very wrong. "And what treasure?" The girl rolled the word and spoke it as a clear treasure. For all she knew the man might now more than she did. Maybe there was a treasure... she seriously doubted it though. Had the man been knocked out, Rapunzel would've been guilty of checking his teeth for abnormal pointy-ness. The girl stood her ground though, Emerald eyes watching the man's every move.

Of course it probably wasn't the smartest thing asking him questions when he was nearly unconscious and clearly disoriented. Dread started forming in her mind. She should've gone back to hiding, maybe the frying pan and hair would've been enough to scare him off? She'd blown it! Rapunzel could inwardly smack herself. "And... show me your teeth." The girl continued, a light blush going on her freckled face. Stupid as it was... she couldn't let it nag her. She already knew he was some sort of thug, nothing to large like the boulders she'd fear she might see. It was still possible he had pointy teeth... or was a ruffian... or cannibal.. or, or, or... The thoughts went on.

Rapunzel had the frying pan clutched tighter than ever. Sadly for the man though, she was almost to eager to use it after such terrifying thoughts. "And your name." The girl continued, sucking in her gut and trying to look taller than she was. That was one tactic of intimidation wasn't it? Stature?

[Flynn Rider]

It took several moments for Flynn to fully come to grips with what had happened. Brown eyes went from the floor up to where Rapunzel was standing and he just stared, absolutely dumbfounded by what he was looking at. He, probably the greatest thief ever (in his not-so-humble opinion), had been bested by a girl that was probably only a couple of years younger than him. Silently, Flynn thanked his lucky stars that the Stabbington Brothers were nowhere to be found and that he had abandoned them after he had changed. They would never let him hear the end of this if they found out. Her questions, though, perplexed him. What did his teeth have to do with anything?

Must be some weird tower girl thing.

Flynn took in what else she had said. She'd asked about the treasure, which seemed to indicate that she had at least heard what he said, and this made Flynn a little less optimistic about the whole thing. So... there was no treasure? Well, that was stupid! What kind of tower didn't have a treasure in it? When he realized he'd been silent for too long, Flynn did the only thing he could do; he offered a rather suave grin. If nothing else would help in that moment, his good looks surely would get him out of his situation.

"First of all, you may call me Flynn. Flynn Rider." Flynn replied. His tone was practically gushing with the attempt of sounding oh so very suave and debonair. Whether or not he was succeeding... well, that would depend on Rapunzel's reaction. "Second of all... are you trying to tell me there's no treasure? Because that would mean that I spent the better part of my morning trying to climb this tower in the hopes of making off with something valuable only to be very disappointed. Third of all... why a frying pan?" Flynn asked. The last point seemed a bit pointless, but Flynn did want to know why she had chosen a frying pan for a weapon when there must have been something better lying around. A sword? A dagger? Even a bow and arrow would have sufficed. It was just downright humiliating being brought down by a frying pan.

[Rapunzel]

Were those... pointy teeth? The man gave a grin, and though some of his teeth were hidden by his lips, Rapunzel was almost sure he had pointy teeth. Men who had pointy teeth had something odd about them... maybe he was a cannibal. The frying pan, had it been human, would have just about been strangled to death with force her hands were exerting on the handle. Though he seemed friendly and... hard to admit... handsome. She said nothing though only pursing her lips as she listened to them. Frying pan still extended in his general direction. She could hear the suave tone in his voice, and she resisted the urge to smile, opting for a small scowl instead.

Flynn. Now that wasn't a name one heard everyday. Than again neither was Hiccup or Rapunzel. "I will." She responded after his 'firstly' statement, becoming more confident in the face of the pointy-toothed bandit. Her voice had retained the calm, assertive dignity she had mustered earlier. Phew. "And nope, no treasure, I guess you waster your morning." The girl flicked her left wrist, trying to somewhat imitate the suave, confidence radiating from Flynn. Twirling the frying pan smoothly with her hand, careful not to let it fall or hit herself. Heavens knew that would be embarrassing and ruin her confident demeanor. "And why not? It worked didn't it?" It was than Rapunzel allowed herself to smile. She had bested the thief with the flat object and taken him to the ground as well as disoriented him.

"My turn for questions Flynn Rider," Punzie tried to put an accusatory note in her speech. "Why come into a tower if you didn't know if there was treasure in it or not?" The girl moved in a semi circle around the man, all the seriousness she could muster evident on her face. "You're obviously a thief, why make of with a treasure when there's a ton of people next door?" Rapunzel jabbed the frying pan toward the man, but refrained from hitting him. He'd done nothing wrong. Yet. "And lastly... what's up with the teeth?" A pointless question on pointy teeth. It did bug her though. Pointy teeth... weren't natural on people.

[Flynn Rider]

Ah... that was a good question. Flynn could have easily snuck into the castle he had seen not far from the tower. After all, there was probably something in there as well. Something had intrigued him about the tower, though. Led him to believe that there was something more valuable in there than the rest of the castle. So, he'd climbed it. "Call it a thief's intuition. I saw a tower, thought there was something valuable up here, and I climbed it. Simple." Flynn replied. He offered a slight shrug as he finished speaking. Knowing he'd put all that hard work into climbing only to come out of it empty handed was a put off putting. What was going to happen now? Did Blondie there intend on keeping him captive with her frying pan and insanely long hair? That would be laughable at best. At worst, it could have potentially happened. "Though it seems my intuition was a bit off this time." he said.

The latter question caught him off guard. Hadn't this girl ever seen a werewolf in human form before? Evidently not. Then again, how many handsome werewolves were there running around? Probably not that many. Well, other than the few he had seen in the forest that weren't too bad looking. "As for the teeth, that would be an interesting story. Surprising as this may sound, this isn't my only good looking self." Flynn remarked. He did wish that his teeth didn't look quite so odd when he was a human, though. It threw off his good looks just a little.

"Let's just say that there are things out in those woods like you wouldn't believe, and I am one of them. I am not only a handsome thief, but also... a devilishly handsome wolf." Flynn said. It had taken him a bit of time to figure out just what he had become when he had attacked one of the Stabbington twins, but eventually it became clear that he was a werewolf. Why else would he have had a wolf form? He didn't know many regular wolves (in fact, none at all) that could turn into a human. Or humans that could turn into wolves. The question was whether or not Rapunzel actually believed him. How often would she have gotten to see a werewolf, anyway?

[Rapunzel]

"Way off." The girl continued. Wasn't she amazing at making things better? She looked at the things that littered the tower, none seemed very valuable. They'd just been things she'd found and decided to bring to the tower that she'd marked as her own art studio. Simple paints, candles, and her hairbrush were mostly what made up the tower, plus some chairs and a table. Rapunzel was unsure of what her next move would be though. She felt he'd get off to easy if she just let him free. It also seemed downright odd to keep him in the tower, there were plenty of ways to get out, though climbing back down seemed like a daunting task. The heights of trusting whatever had gotten him up down. The pressure doubled... The man didn't seemed to be too daunted by it though.

The girl than rolled her eyes at the man who'd become cocky once again. "For your information I've seen more than one werewolf, I just didn't pay much attention to their teeth... And they didn't look like..." Rapunzel, for lack of words, just gestured to Flynn. "And a frying pan came in handy with them too." The girl said the words like a threat, pointing the frying pan idly at the thief. Than Rapunzel began to focus on the thief, trying to see the shades of gray. At that particular moment, Flynn appeared to be a true thief, his being closer to black and in the dark grey range. But it wasn't black. There was hope yet. Despite this, Rapunzel didn't doubt Flynn about how there were things in the forest she wouldn't believe. Except, she'd probably believe all of it. She didn't normally leave the castle. She also never ventured into the depths of the forest. Gothel had warned against and Rapunzel wasn't eager to disobey. Especially after the first battle that had happened out there...

"You're not too modest now are you Flynn?" Rapunzel asked, though she'd already come to her own conclusion. He really wasn't. "I'm Rapunzel by the way, a spirit witch."

((ooc: small post is small >.<))

[Flynn Rider]

"What, are you kidding? Modest is my middle name. Flynn 'Modest' Rider." Flynn replied. He was, of course, kidding about the last part but he didn't want to directly say that he wasn't necessarily humble. But she had probably figured out that much on her own. He had good looks, so he let people know about them. That was the way he saw it. He did have to consider the fact that, evidently, Rapunzel had already met a pair of werewolves. He thought about that fact for a moment, but then it died down. No one he knew from the woods had run into a... witch? Now things seemed to have taken an interesting turn. If she was a witch, what did that make all the people in the castle not that far from them?

And why is Blondie all by herself instead of hanging out with them?

Things seemed to be turning more interesting by the moment. Why would one witch seem to want to isolate herself from the others? Were there any dark secrets at work that he should have been in on? Probably not, but it didn't hurt for Flynn to wonder about them. "Now then, Goldie, if you don't mind my doing so I've got a couple more questions for you." Flynn said. He knew she had just said her name, but hell if he was going to be bothered to actually say it right then. Flynn was more interested in getting his questions out than being accurate. He wasn't necessarily afraid of the frying pan anymore, not that he had been all that afraid to begin with, and so he felt safe enough to at least push himself into a slightly more comfortable position on the floor while resting on one elbow.

"First, what are you doing all the way up here cut off from whoever lives in that castle? Second... spirit witch? What exactly does that entail? And finally, would it be safe to assume that you're not the only witch in this general vicinity?"

[Rapunzel]

"Flynn Modest Rider, very fitting." Rapunzel agreed sarcastically. She'd learned the type of speech from Hiccup, and she now realized why he used it so much. "I do mind but I don't think that'll stop you." Rapunzel nodded, listening to his questions. The man was... actually very interesting. He also seemed to be very social. He was also very confident. Why else would he climb a tower and nonchalantly talk to his attacker? Rapunzel watched as the man moved into a more comfortable position on the ground, openly advertising how comfortable he felt in the tower room. Rapunzel wasn't sure if she should be afraid of this or if it was impressive.

"Well... this is where I... y'know... paint." Rapunzel gestured to all the walls admittedly shocked by the question. "And I guess my best friend needed some alone time." Rapunzel shrugged. Hiccup had been through a lot and the ever excitable, ball of energy that Rapunzel could be hard to keep up with at times. "And spirit witch, I don't know too much except, I can heal, can see dreams... and see someone's intentions." The word become accusatory as she looked at Flynn. She'd seen his, and having said that, maybe he'd be more careful in how he conducted himself. "And I'd say that's a safe assumption. There are plenty more than me." Rapunzel announced a confident becoming present on her face. The castle by the tower the two were in seemed to be filled with wizards and witches like her, some more powerful in their magic. Especially her mother... had Flynn run into her mother instead... well... He might not've been as lucky as to have started up a conversation. He'd be heading back to the forest, tail tucked between his legs, in wolf form, pride thrown to the wind. The thought only showed the girl's high opinion of her mother's strength.

"And if we're playing twenty questions, did you really think you'd get away with stealing something from a castle full of people?" The girl lowered the frying pan but kept it by her side, tightly gripped in her stronger hand. "And do you run with a pack of werewolves or are you a loner too? And if so, is your entire pack waiting somewhere outside to share the loot?"

[Flynn Rider]

"Well then, it's a good thing I went for the tower and not the castle." Flynn remarked. Especially in broad daylight. Some might have assumed it foolish to try thieving in broad daylight, but this was Flynn. He lived for danger. If he hadn't already said what he had, he probably would have tried to convince her that danger was his middle name. Being a spirit witch, he admitted silently, did sound interesting. Healing and seeing people's dreams, along with their intentions, could have been useful. Too bad the world had decided to make him a wolf and not a wizard. "As for your first question, I didn't think anyone would be up here. So it's easy to see why I thought I would get away with it." Flynn said. If he had been alone, like he had initially thought, he definitely would have taken something and gone off without a word. Since that wasn't the case, though... well, there he was being threatened by a frying pan.

"I am a part of a pack, but no one knows I came out here to do a little thieving. As far as they know, I'm back in the woods. In fact, I think it's pretty safe to assume they don't know I'm a thief at all." he said. He didn't know all that much about his packmates anyway. All he knew was that his leader was Sinbad. That much was all he really needed to know. "Even if they did know, I sure as hell wouldn't share my loot with them." he smirked. He only ever shared a very small portion of what he stole with the Stabbington Brothers. Even then, it wasn't all that much of a share. All to make sure he stayed rich. Though... he supposed it was rather pointless since he didn't even have any of his riches with him right then.

...And that was when Flynn ran out of questions. He frowned slightly as he tried to think of something else he could ask regarding Rapunzel and the other witches and wizards that lived elsewhere, but he could come up with nothing. "...So, I think that pretty much covers everything. I guess I'll just be on my way-"

(ooc: I am loving this thread way too much. And feel free to cut him off. CX)

[Rapunzel]

With what Flynn was saying... she wasn't sure whether or not he was telling the truth. He was a thief, he didn't like to share, what else could she assume? Though, for some reason she felt he was telling the truth. Sure he had, had bad intentions in the first place, but that didn't mean he was a bad person, right? Though it did seem rude to not share with his pack... maybe they weren't all that close? Rapunzel was amused and slightly saddened at the thought, and she found herself coming up with excuses for the thief.

"...So, I think that pretty much covers everything. I guess I'll just be on my way-" What?! No he couldn't leave! Because... she hadn't decided what to do... She couldn't just let a thief walk out. Moving swiftly, the girl placed her body in front of the window he'd gotten in from, pointing her frying pan at him. "Nope." She cut him off, emerald eyes hard as she stared at him intently. "I can't just let a thief go loose! You tried to rob the castle!" She exclaimed "And if you try to leave, I've got a better chance of getting to the bottom of the tower faster." She tried to reason with the man, after all it was true.

"So until I decided what you should do, I guess you'll have to stay put, Goatee." He'd called her goldie... so why couldn't she remark on one of his features that was different? In Rapunzel's more humble opinion, it was a good comeback nickname. Rapunzel really had no idea as to what to do, though. She couldn't just sit in the tower and wait for something to happen that would give her an idea of what to do with the man. She also couldn't let him go free, ready to rob some other poorer household. It went against her own morals. "And I don't trust you to stay put while I go and get my Mother to decide." She said doubtfully, a thoughtful scowl appearing on her pale, freckled face.

((ooc: Sorry for the.... not so good post x3 ))

[Flynn Rider]

"Oh, come on!" Flynn couldn't help but blurt out. He was just supposed to stay there in that tower? Man, had he ever picked a bad place to try and thieve from. It was bad enough he was being antagonized by a girl with a frying pan. Now he was per prisoner? Somehow, this just didn't seem fair. "It's not like I've taken anything... except maybe some of your time. Can't you let me just be on my way?" he asked. He was fully prepared to ask about how she intended to beat him all the way down to the bottom of the tower when clearly he had the advantage of being able to climb down, but somehow he thought it best not to question Rapunzel's logic. Part of him wanted to assume her hair had something to do with it.

Maybe charming her will make her see that you should be let go.

Somehow, this seemed like a reasonable course of action. The smolder had never failed him before. Why should it now? "Don't make use the smolder. I am totally not afraid to use it at this point." Flynn stated.

(ooc: Bah. Short post is short. XP)

[Rapunzel]

"You were going too! And you'll try it again!" The voice of reason came from the long haired blonde. He'd already admitted to being a thief and trying to steal from the tower. Not to mention he'd tried to steal in broad daylight, making him a confident, experienced thief. This all came to Rapunzel's head in a solid conclusion. There was no way she'd let him get away, and in Rapunzel's opinion, she had an advantage over the man. Long hair which she was able to use like a rope, to either get down from the tower if he tried to leave as well as to catch him if he did intend on running. Than again she could always use words that might insult his pride. That normally seemed to give men some sort of pause.

Smolder? What was this 'smolder' this man seemed to use as a weapon? Maybe he named his daggers or swords or something? She'd yet to see evidence of such a weapon on him though. The confused look on her face seemed to be enough to convey the point though. Her frying pan was pointed a little higher, towards the man, whatever this 'smolder' was. She seemed to be preparing herself.

((ooc: Mine tis short too >.<))