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suddenlyfree2018-09-12 12:04 pm
philancerer) wrote in suddenlyfree2018-09-12 12:04 pm
"Tied Down to Random Things: A cautionary Tale" by Lance of the Red Lion
His head was pounding when he finally began to come around, leaving behind what he was sure were fever dreams of not-Earth, pissy bears, and a mysterious fairy-tale tower in the middle of the woods- or... was it? He'd ended up split up from the others after some wild, crazy animal had turned up and attacked them. He couldn't remember much about where the others went, but he definitely remembered the whole "hurtling off of a cliff" part, his jet pack being the only thing that had saved him from breaking his neck in the fall. What, though, after that?
The tower, yeah... but... How did he end up tied to a chair?
He'd half flown, half-climbed up, that much he remembered. His pack was damaged in the fall and he was hoping to get a better vantage point from the top of that structure. He remembered wondering what it was doing out in the middle of no where, a sniper's dream- or nightmare depending on the situation. Good tactical advantage, since it was the only structure of its height aside from the cliff walls. There was only one ground-based exit in or out of the little valley, but no cover overhead for ships that might pass by. It looked dated, too, like... ancient. Like... FAIRY TALE, cobblestone, painted shutters and wooden doors old. No metal in sight, aside from a hook at the only visible entry and exit point. That was where he'd gone in, calling out to see if anyone was living there. He hadn't made it five steps inside when he felt the ringing pain at the back of his head and pitched forward onto the floor. He'd had a brief, hazy glimpse of bare feet and a pink and purple skirt, blonde hair, and big, beautiful green eyes before his world went black.
Now, as Lance began to regain consciousness there were two things he immediately knew to be true:
1: Keith and the others had better not ever learn of this, or he'd never live it down.
And 2: He absolutely did NOT get jumped and beat up by an extremely cute girl in a frilly dress... AGAIN (though in his defense, the first girl had turned out to be an exceptional fighter anyway. Allura was in a league of her own in his eyes). There is no way that could happen to the same guy twice in one lifetime, right? RIGHT? ... Yeah, no, that's definitely what happened, and he could feel the bruise developing on his wounded pride.
"Aw, man...! Seriously? Again?"
The first thing that he did was try to take stock of the situation. For one, where had his captor gone? Maybe if he could speak with her he could charm his way out of it. Hm... no helmet, meaning no way to get in touch with the rest of the team until he found it. And how long had he been out? Minutes? Hours?
Okay, keep calm and take it one step at a time. If his captor was no where in sight, and he couldn't get word to the others that he'd been abducted, then... maybe he could use his bayart, get it to return to great sword form and cut through the ropes.
The... very, very blonde, shimmering, shifting, warm rope.
Slowly, his eyes drifted from that which was wrapped tightly around him, binding him to the chair, expression surprisingly not surprised.
"... This is hair, isn't it?"
The tower, yeah... but... How did he end up tied to a chair?
He'd half flown, half-climbed up, that much he remembered. His pack was damaged in the fall and he was hoping to get a better vantage point from the top of that structure. He remembered wondering what it was doing out in the middle of no where, a sniper's dream- or nightmare depending on the situation. Good tactical advantage, since it was the only structure of its height aside from the cliff walls. There was only one ground-based exit in or out of the little valley, but no cover overhead for ships that might pass by. It looked dated, too, like... ancient. Like... FAIRY TALE, cobblestone, painted shutters and wooden doors old. No metal in sight, aside from a hook at the only visible entry and exit point. That was where he'd gone in, calling out to see if anyone was living there. He hadn't made it five steps inside when he felt the ringing pain at the back of his head and pitched forward onto the floor. He'd had a brief, hazy glimpse of bare feet and a pink and purple skirt, blonde hair, and big, beautiful green eyes before his world went black.
Now, as Lance began to regain consciousness there were two things he immediately knew to be true:
1: Keith and the others had better not ever learn of this, or he'd never live it down.
And 2: He absolutely did NOT get jumped and beat up by an extremely cute girl in a frilly dress... AGAIN (though in his defense, the first girl had turned out to be an exceptional fighter anyway. Allura was in a league of her own in his eyes). There is no way that could happen to the same guy twice in one lifetime, right? RIGHT? ... Yeah, no, that's definitely what happened, and he could feel the bruise developing on his wounded pride.
"Aw, man...! Seriously? Again?"
The first thing that he did was try to take stock of the situation. For one, where had his captor gone? Maybe if he could speak with her he could charm his way out of it. Hm... no helmet, meaning no way to get in touch with the rest of the team until he found it. And how long had he been out? Minutes? Hours?
Okay, keep calm and take it one step at a time. If his captor was no where in sight, and he couldn't get word to the others that he'd been abducted, then... maybe he could use his bayart, get it to return to great sword form and cut through the ropes.
The... very, very blonde, shimmering, shifting, warm rope.
Slowly, his eyes drifted from that which was wrapped tightly around him, binding him to the chair, expression surprisingly not surprised.
"... This is hair, isn't it?"
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"Well, I don't know about that," she said, trying to build up confidence. She felt like it was starting to, hopefully, sound convincing. But before she could go on, he asked about Pascal. She paused, then nodded.
"Yes. That's Pascal," she explained, and said chameleon wasted no time in scurrying back up from the helmet to Rapunzel's shoulder - albeit doing so backwards, so he could keep his glare on Lance.
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Or, maybe because he was completely at her mercy at the moment, since- pretty girl + Lance = a terrible combination in a high stress situation. He had no head for what was really going on, hadn't pieced together the obvious signs she was hiding something. Keith would've sniffed it out in a heartbeat. Shiro would've known what sort of approach to take. Pidge would have eventually gotten over her mental BSOD to wonder about Rapunzel's skittish behavior and how it tied to her being in such an isolated environment. Even Hunk would've picked up on something by THIS point! But Lance? The "dumb" one?
He's more concerned by the fact that a chameleon is glaring him down."Hey, uh, nice to meet you, Pascal? And does your beautiful friend here have a name?"
His gaze shifted from the glaring lizard back to Rapunzel, and yes, those WERE his eyebrows waggling "charmingly" for effect. "I'll go first. I'm Lance, paladin of Voltron, pilot of the Red Lion."