[Open!] Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods ?

[npc_kun]

Characters: Open
Date/Time: 6/14-6/19
Location: Everywhere
Rating: Varied
Summary: Edensphere needs a hero. Or several.

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[moe_rapier]

She was just clocking out for the day when she picked up that blip, and was off. Tuned to catch whatever radio signals she could pick up in case of, well, anything, she didn't check the signature. Someone dug up a device in the Scavenger's Yard, maybe, and flipped a switch... or it was a genuine call of distress. She wasn't a Watchman or a Guard, but she was still capable. Besides, it seemed that people were finding themselves in troublesome predicaments. It hadn't quite clicked that Edensphere was kidnapping the men.

Locket came to a halt at the source... a tower that had appeared - one of many - and placed a hand upon the cool stone. She stepped around the tower, finding a book lying open. Not one to invade privacy, she quickly snapped the book closed and tucked the pen against the cover. Her gaze moved up the tower, and to its single window. Wasn't there a faerie tale like this? She saw no dragon to guard it, not a single vine to provide a climbing surface...

Not that she needed it- wall-climbing was second-nature, but it was only polite to give the captive reassurance.

"Hello up there! Wait. Um... Hark?"

[dwn_infinite]

And it was only a matter of time before he'd heard the best voice he could have hoped for. He poked his head outside, having already thrown aside the tiara, but the puffy shoulders still stuck out more than he would have liked.

"It's just me, Locket." He slammed a palm against the windowsill. "And your guess is as good as mine. Think you can get me out of this thing?"

He paused in thought, drumming a finger against the stone. "There might be a door down there or something."

[moe_rapier]

"I'm sorry, I don't see any doors at the base." A hand lifted to one of her ear jacks. Let's have a quick scan of the interior, perhaps draw up a mental blueprint. She expected a trick door, something cleverly disguised, but saw solid stone, a single room... and there stood Zero.

It all took place over the course of a few seconds, and she shook her head.

"It's completely solid. Have your dash jets been disabled? I'll come up and check," she added, and gave no running start. The Navigator leaped, grabbed onto the wall, but quickly slid back down. Her boots met the wall and slid out from under her like the stone itself was heavily greased. Her forehead knocked heartily against the stone, and she staggered back, rubbing it.

"How bizarre... I suppose that's out of the question. Is there anything in that room we might use as ro-" It hit her. Faerie tales. ...Wait, was he wearing a dress?!

"This is going to sound strange, but it must be asked: Is your hair long? ...Er, longer than usual?"

[dwn_infinite]

He winced seeing that little whack of her head against the stone, finding himself once again glad he didn't try anything of the sort- especially with his boots absent. He'd have fared even worse.

"Just some lacy silk sheets and curtains. Nothing that would actually hold weig--" the second question cut him off both in words and thought. Then his face hit a deadpan.

"...Don't tell me you plan on using my hair for a rope. It's not that lon--"

But, as he pushed his hair out the window for emphasis, he witnessed far more hair than he could remember having tumbling and cascading through the air, finally flicking daintily at the ground below.

"...This is ridiculous."

[moe_rapier]

Her face bloomed with color, shoulders hitching shyly by an inch. Edensphere was just exasperating enough to try things like this, so it didn't hurt to ask--

"Oh my..." She breathed as she stepped back, a trail of hair falling to the ground like a golden rope. After tapping a finger to her chin for a moment, she nodded and gently grasped. She realized that she'd never really touched it before.

"Could you hold on to what's just hanging over the ledge so I'm not tugging on your head?" She asked, drawing her hair behind her ear jacks and giving him a moment to do so. After that pause, she held on and began her ascent, walking up the stone wall. It was a matter of moments before she reached that lone window, and she got a good look at what he was wearing.

Thank god for these bangs of hers... they hid that moment of hitching her eyebrows, but it did nothing to hide that heartbeat of silence.

Her brain clicked back on. Tucked in her belt was his journal and pen, right next to the sheathed rapier. Straddling the windowsill for balance, she offered a hand to him.

"Let's get you out of here."