ext_284893 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
albhedpotion.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
paradisalost2008-06-28 01:08 am
albhedpotion.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2008-06-28 01:08 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Who: Rikku ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
albhedpotion and Renji Abarai i_love_taiyaki
What: Exploration and wandering leads to a chance meeting!
When: Today's date. :P
Where: Some random hall in the castle. Not even sure which floor |D
Rating: PG(-13? For Renji's mouth? :O perhaps)
She'd been here too long already to not know the place by heart. Rikku'd decided that upon waking up that morning. It seemed as obvious and certain and right as the sun shining through her window. So she'd set out that morning to see what she could discover.
For an old castle, it had proved to be quite clean. No cob webs, hardly any dust, polished furnishings and metal--and all without so much as a single maid walking around with a duster. Her wonderment at how the place could possibly stay so clean was answered when she found a ghost on a floor (the fourth, but she'd lost count already by then) carrying around a dish towel. Dogging the phantasm down the hall, Rikku was trying to boggle just how it could hold physical objects and working up the courage when it went through a wall and she couldn't.
So she went along with her explorations, looking for valuables in the drawers of little vanity tables placed for decoration, tilting giant picturesque oil paintings of landscapes in the hope of finding some sort of long-forgotten secret map jammed into the crevice between matting and frame, plucking out candles from their abras, switching them around to see if some secret passageway wouldn't open--but only succeeding in dripping wax on the floors. Puzzled and frustrated, she tried pressing random stones, hoping one might light up with a glyph or two. Hey, it had always worked in the temples; why not a spooky castle with ghosts and a brain?
Rikku had no such luck, obviously, and was feeling a bit discouraged until she encountered a pair of armed suits up on the ninth floor. Going up on tip toes, she lifted the left one's visor in an attempt to peer inside it. It looked like it was empty, but she couldn't see well--maybe it had something valuable in it...? Never mind that the castle had already provided her with plenty of valuables she didn't need to go searching for. She had it taken apart, parts strewn about the floor haphazardly, before fifteen minutes passed. Examining its twin, Rikku wondered just how anyone could wear something like that.
Thirty minutes and some serious struggling later, Rikku was clanking around the ninth floor, trying to get out of the stupid thing. "Euuuuupph, phooie," she moaned tinnily from inside her metal prison as she stiffly waddled about.
albhedpotion and Renji Abarai i_love_taiyakiWhat: Exploration and wandering leads to a chance meeting!
When: Today's date. :P
Where: Some random hall in the castle. Not even sure which floor |D
Rating: PG(-13? For Renji's mouth? :O perhaps)
She'd been here too long already to not know the place by heart. Rikku'd decided that upon waking up that morning. It seemed as obvious and certain and right as the sun shining through her window. So she'd set out that morning to see what she could discover.
For an old castle, it had proved to be quite clean. No cob webs, hardly any dust, polished furnishings and metal--and all without so much as a single maid walking around with a duster. Her wonderment at how the place could possibly stay so clean was answered when she found a ghost on a floor (the fourth, but she'd lost count already by then) carrying around a dish towel. Dogging the phantasm down the hall, Rikku was trying to boggle just how it could hold physical objects and working up the courage when it went through a wall and she couldn't.
So she went along with her explorations, looking for valuables in the drawers of little vanity tables placed for decoration, tilting giant picturesque oil paintings of landscapes in the hope of finding some sort of long-forgotten secret map jammed into the crevice between matting and frame, plucking out candles from their abras, switching them around to see if some secret passageway wouldn't open--but only succeeding in dripping wax on the floors. Puzzled and frustrated, she tried pressing random stones, hoping one might light up with a glyph or two. Hey, it had always worked in the temples; why not a spooky castle with ghosts and a brain?
Rikku had no such luck, obviously, and was feeling a bit discouraged until she encountered a pair of armed suits up on the ninth floor. Going up on tip toes, she lifted the left one's visor in an attempt to peer inside it. It looked like it was empty, but she couldn't see well--maybe it had something valuable in it...? Never mind that the castle had already provided her with plenty of valuables she didn't need to go searching for. She had it taken apart, parts strewn about the floor haphazardly, before fifteen minutes passed. Examining its twin, Rikku wondered just how anyone could wear something like that.
Thirty minutes and some serious struggling later, Rikku was clanking around the ninth floor, trying to get out of the stupid thing. "Euuuuupph, phooie," she moaned tinnily from inside her metal prison as she stiffly waddled about.
no worries, babe. ♥ this isn't homework. XD
He regarded her with a quirked eyebrow when she explained she'd merely been exploring, and he actually had to bite back a halfhearted laugh. "Exploring," he echoed. "You mean to tell me you've just blazed trails wearing full gothic armor like that, huh?" he posited, tilting his head with a bemused expression. "I dunno what a Dressphere is, kiddo, but...I think it'd be mostly common sense tellin' you a suit made out of steel won't be too comfy or maneuverable."
Renji blew out a long-suffering sigh and took his hand off Zabimaru's hilt, figuring that this girl was, in the end, just a silly girl who had for some reason thought exploring the ninth floor in a suit of armor would be good times and this wasn't some clever ploy to get him to drop his guard. Besides, it seemed that even if it was the latter, if she did manage to kill him, he would apparently come back in two weeks anyhow, so...all in all, this seemed a win/win situation from his end.
From hers, however... Well...she was stuck in a suit of armor. He put a hand on his chin to appraise the situation as she pleaded for assistance, and then ruffled visibly when she assured him she hadn't been trying to frighten him.
"I wasn't scared!" he insisted sharply, his eyes blazing with sudden indignation. "You just--caught me off-guard! I wasn't expectin' to see no headless suits of armor in this castle, is all!" He scowled rather comically, then lifted a hand to his brow and kneaded it briefly, as if nursing a sudden headache. "--The hell'd you get in that thing, anyhow?" he asked, shaking his head and glancing back up at her.
Re: no worries, babe. ♥ this isn't homework. XD
"My name's not kiddo. It's Rikku. RI-KKU," she pronounced for him carefully, scowling at him briefly from behind the metal lid. "And I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen. I'll be eighteen in two months," she said proudly. Rikku gave him her best "I'm a fierce grown-up too" look. "I just happen to be short, 's all." Rikku wasn't normally too sensitive of this, but he probably had about a good foot on her--it was making her a bit self-conscious. Being stuck in a suit that was evidently too big for her wasn't helping, either.
Rikku backed up when he got angry and started yelling at her, which lead to another stumble-jerk-windmill moment as she lost her balance and struggled to regain it. She just wasn't used to her feet being so big or heavy. How could anyone stand to wear these, anyway? The Dark Knight Dressphere wasn't this bad. Or this ugly, for that matter. What had she been thinking, anyway? "Okay, you weren't frightened, my mistake!"
Rikku couldn't help but mutter mutinously under her breath. "You sure sounded like it though."
Rikku had to think about that one. It was kind of hard. She'd spent so much time struggling to get out of it that the process was kind of boggled in her mind. Had the gauntlet slipped on first, or was there a buckle? The chest mail, she'd had to sort of worm-squirm on the floor to get into it, but it could probably be lifted off, but the arm armor and the shoulder things would probably get in the way, or get caught.... "I... well... It was a process?"
no subject
Renji's eyebrows inched toward his hairline when she fiercely corrected him on her name, however, and then he just chuckled, holding up one hand placatingly, the other still on his head.
"Er...sorry then, Rikku," he said. "No offense. I tend to default to 'kiddo' when I dunno somebody's name."
He was about to offer his own when she saw fit to point out that he...well, he had let out a rather unseemly yelp when she'd...startled him. But that was all it was! He certainly hadn't been scared! Renji folded his arms over his chest and grunted.
"Yeah, well, you...startled me," he admitted, rolling his eyes. Then he sighed and pursed his lips, glancing about them in the hallway. Spotting a heavy wooden chest against a far wall, he glanced at Rikku and then made a beckoning motion with one hand.
"All right, come on, then," he grumbled, moving toward the chest and gingerly testing his weight on it. He pointed to the area in front of the box. "'Ere, come...ah...stand here in front'a me and I'll try and pull you outta there."
He wouldn't have been quite tall enough to do it without something to stand on...and having her lie down on the floor in the armor didn't seem conducive--she might cut up her back on the metal inside when he tried to pull her out. As cumbersome as it was probably going to be, this seemed the least painful way to do this.
He gave her a level look as she clanked up to him, and he wagged a finger at her nose, which was now about level with the bottom of his sternum. "I'll get you out of here," he said, "but...I have to recommend you don't try this again." He snorted a laugh, shaking his head. "There's prolly a good percentage of people around here who'd just laugh at your misfortune. You're lucky I'm a nice guy."
He gestured then. "Ah...tuck your arms in up out of the sleeves and stick 'em up over your head," he instructed. "I'll...see if I can't pull you outta there."