[ that abrasive voice comes from somewhere just to the right, just out of allen's line of sight. ]
Little fuckin' flying annoyances is what they are.
[ as she continues to talk, Panty finally appears, all tall and long legs. her arms cross over her chest as she finally spies Allen, and her features twist up into a devious sort of smirk. despite her own clothes being somewhat more "magical" than they already were, they're still just as revealing as ever, white cloth criss-crossing over her chest and down to reveal her stomach; her skirt is still short, barely covering half her thighs. ]
Oi, when'd you get here?
[ he smells like fresh meat, too. there was never a time in her life that Panty would stop and think about what she wanted: she always went for it. right now that urge was stronger than it's ever been, making her strides quick and meaningful. ]
[ sadly so, it's all the fucks she has to give; far be it from her to actually care about someone else on an emotional level. her stride doesn't falter no matter how far back Allen shuffles himself, however an eyebrow does raise, and she places one hand on her hip. Panty doesn't give a shit how she gets him down on his back so long as it happens, and if that means pinning him against a tree before throwing him down, so be it.
as for her clothing--? it's a far sight more than she usually wears at times like these, so Allen should consider himself lucky. ...for now. ]
I've been dyin' for a bit of company. And you... [ she hisses, planting one hand on his shoulder before letting it slide around to the back of his neck. ] ...You'll do.
aaaaaa pick whatever you want //////anundertakerJuly 15 2011, 23:46:54 UTC
[ there's a victorian-looking undertaker making his way toward anderson, cheshire cat smile stretched wide across his face, eyes hidden beneath the fall of his silver hair.
the expression is really sort of.. hungry, to be perfectly honest. just what kind of sustenance he's looking for, though.. well. ]
16 ALL DAY EVERYDAYhisholynameJuly 15 2011, 23:52:31 UTC
[ Fortunately for said undertaker, Anderson has been strapped to a chair by leather restraints, making his next meal child's play. As the stranger approaches, Anderson struggles to no avail. ]
Blasted things! [ He's a man of great strength, but even he can't seem to break what binds him tight. ]
Well, well, well, ask and ye shall receive, isn't that right?
[ he plants his hands on anderson's forearms, leaning in, laughing under his breath-- beneath the fringe of his bangs, his eyes glow a strange, sulfuric yellow. ]
Father, you look to be in something of a pre-dic-a-ment, wouldn't you say?
rapunzel | tangled | f/mchaseslanternsJuly 15 2011, 22:17:32 UTC
[Look who is happily chatting it up with passing faeries and stringing some flowers together into a crown! Rapunzel is so very happy to be part of such a lovely scene, she wants to make herself look like a Flower Princess...
[This one is idly fiddling away with one of the colorful flowers littering the ground. Holding it up at about eye-level, she perks up as a faerie passes and kindly hands the flower-head off to her before she flits away.]
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[ that abrasive voice comes from somewhere just to the right, just out of allen's line of sight. ]
Little fuckin' flying annoyances is what they are.
[ as she continues to talk, Panty finally appears, all tall and long legs. her arms cross over her chest as she finally spies Allen, and her features twist up into a devious sort of smirk. despite her own clothes being somewhat more "magical" than they already were, they're still just as revealing as ever, white cloth criss-crossing over her chest and down to reveal her stomach; her skirt is still short, barely covering half her thighs. ]
Oi, when'd you get here?
[ he smells like fresh meat, too. there was never a time in her life that Panty would stop and think about what she wanted: she always went for it. right now that urge was stronger than it's ever been, making her strides quick and meaningful. ]
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as for her clothing--? it's a far sight more than she usually wears at times like these, so Allen should consider himself lucky. ...for now. ]
I've been dyin' for a bit of company. And you... [ she hisses, planting one hand on his shoulder before letting it slide around to the back of his neck. ] ...You'll do.
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the expression is really sort of.. hungry, to be perfectly honest. just what kind of sustenance he's looking for, though.. well. ]
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Blasted things! [ He's a man of great strength, but even he can't seem to break what binds him tight. ]
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[ he plants his hands on anderson's forearms, leaning in, laughing under his breath-- beneath the fringe of his bangs, his eyes glow a strange, sulfuric yellow. ]
Father, you look to be in something of a pre-dic-a-ment, wouldn't you say?
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which she's pretty good at already.]
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Rapunzel?
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Mister Sam!
[She catches herself slipping in the honorific, but lets it slide.]
I didn't know you were gonna be here!
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I didn't know I was going to be here, either.
[He nods at the crown.]
Having fun?
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