(CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL

[corona]

Who: Rapunzel (luminarie) & Jaune Arc (beaconed)
When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after The Hunger Thirsty Games
What: Two idiots with a thing for flirting and violence start a fight club. Because it's always the nice ones.
Rating/Warning: Upgraded yet again to P for PERFECTLY PURE (warning for handsy teenagers, blood, action, and 100% sexual tension. )

[ There's something about being held at gunpoint that gets her blood pumping and cheeks flushing like nothing else. It's freezing but she's barefoot, of course, because beneath her is a beach with black sand that feels more like hot water. Her senses are heightened and every sensation is sharp. Even when she's about to die, Rapunzel feels alive with him.

They're in Iceland, by the way. The arena is in Iceland. Just in case you were thinking it might be Iceland, you were right: it's Iceland. Yes. That's right. It's like that snow level in Inception only it's a glacier in the middle of the Atlantic in Iceland. Because apparently Iceland is pretty cool.

Anyway. She's relatively familiar with firearms by this point, though she still knows next to nothing about how to shoot most kinds. All she knows is that the gun in her face right now is, frankly, a lot like its owner: crazy, impractical, good-looking, and probably deadly despite being so pathetic.

Nice choice, Shiho! ]

Put it down, Arc. [ Rapunzel presses the blade of her spear against her teammate's throat, firm, but not so firm as to draw blood yet. ] Remember that thing I said when we met? About how I promised to never hit you?

[ She smiles and takes a step closer. ]

Please don't make me break my promise on the first level, Jaune. [ Time to draw blood? She never promised anything about blood so... maybe! ] Put the gun down.

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[beaconed]

Pssh! Of course it's safe, Rapunzel! Shiho wouldn't give me something so dangerous, heh. It even comes with a safety lock! ... Whiiiich I just remembered I forgot to click.

[ And he will do so by demonstrating. By pointing the gun at his face and pulling the trigger. ]

See? Safe! [ He pulls the trigger again for emphasis. ] Boom! Aaah, I'm bleeding outta my face! Pssshhhhhh! [ He mimes blood spraying out of his face at Rapunzel via vague hand gestures. ] Heeeallll meeeee, aaaahh! --hahaha! "Is it safe", hahah, oh you...

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[corona]

[ Amazing. He's actually dumb enough to do the one thing you're not supposed to do with a locked gun.

Nah. Maybe he's just demonstrating– ]

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[ NO WAY HE'S ACTUALLY DOING IT!! ]

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JAUNE!

[ Hard to tell if she's furious, amused, or something else entirely, but whatever she is, it's loud. ]

[corona]

Lo-Look I may have been kidding when I threatened you before, but if you don't put the gun down now, I–

[corona]

[ But she never gets to finish the sentence. A small mercy, because halfway through the tirade Rapunzel realised how unsupportive she was being as a teammate and, given the chance, would have liked to correct her tone. Steer it away from criticism and perhaps a bit closer towards the fierce affection and frustration she feels towards him right now (and every bloody day, really).

Only, as I said, she never gets the chance to do that, because someone else at a much more advantageous location than they're currently at fires off a round of something that hits Rapunzel in the arm. ]

[corona]

[ Stunned, her gaze drops to her shoulder, which is only bleeding slightly, but bleeding nonetheless. It's been mere minutes and it's already to put their respective automatic healing abilities to the fuckin test. ]

D FOR DICK AND DONE

[corona]

OW, oh my gosh! Jaune, get down! [ No time to make that sound nice.

Besides. He should be used to her jump-tackling him out of nowhere, right? Right. Good, because that's what she's going to do. Tackle him to the ground and pray she's right to trust him about the gun not going off.

If it does, it better at least hit one of the other snipers for once.

...And they better not knock heads on the way down!!! ]

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[beaconed]

[ Meanwhile, just before Rapunzel does the thing, Jaune is still dancing around and acting out the whole gross bleeding face thing until he finally turns when she reacts to the shot. ]

Waaaauuuughhh, bleeeeedingggg, blooooooood--

[beaconed]

--BLOOOOOODDDD?!?!?!? OH MY G--

done

[beaconed]

[ And now she tackles him to the ground, and yes, they do knock heads but that's 100% absolutely not the issue here right now. ]

--Rapunzel?!? We're under attack! [ NO SHIT ]

Right? I-I mean, t-that wasn't me, I hope.

[ Another shot flies past them and Jaune winces. ] -- Right. Wasn't me.

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Yes. [ She's only calm because what else are you supposed to be when a situation goes from ideal to really, really not this fast. ] I know. And now we're going to have to make it up this glacier with no cover aaaaand without anyone killing us.

[ There's a beat and more gunfire. Then another beat before she realises she's sitting on top of him and should probably be laying down instead. ] Ah–

[ YUP quickly rolling off and flatting herself on her back on the ground now. ] Sorry! Sorry. That– Heh. I waited waaaay too long there, didn't I? Awkward! Um–

A-Any ideas, Leader!?

[ At least the sand is toasty. ]

[beaconed]

I don't mind.

[ Wh-- no, he shakes his head. Focus!! ]

W-What else have you got on you? [ Let's start there. ]

[corona]

Uhhhh–

[ She closes her eyes, running through a mental inventory that makes its way out of her mouth somehow, despite the need for quiet. ]

Spear. Shotgun. Ammunition. Kevlar vest. Water filter. Glitter. [ WHAT!? ] Bandages. Matches. Explosives. Nutella. [ DOUBLE WHAT!? ] Um... um...!!

[ There are definitely one or two more WTF items she's forgetting to mention along with the useless crap. ]

[beaconed]

[ Ah, his mental gears are already turning-- ]

What kinda explosives and how much glitter?

[corona]

[ Something hits the icy glacial lake a few feet from Rapunzel's head; whoever's shooting at them has finally realised that water does not equal a wall and that, yes, you can shoot someone even when they're close to the water!

But, oh, he's asking her about explosives! That's nice! She smiles. ]

It's just C4. Nothing complicated, you know. [ THIS IS NOT THE TIME look that sure is a bullet grazing your cheek, missy. ] –aaaaAAAAAAH, lots! Lots of glitter!

What's the plan?

[beaconed]

[ Hmm. Jaune imagines combining the C4 and all the glitter and making it a sweet ass smokescreen bomb.



What a stupid idea. ]

Couldn't get a sniper rifle, could you? Okay, oh boy... We ca-- [ another bullet grazes past them! shit!! ] --JUST WAIT A SECOND. Where was I? Right.

We can't get close to the shooter at this rate, buuuut we can make 'em come after us! Set the C4! ... And the nutella. [ The shooter probably wouldn't want to ignore free supplies in this game. Especially Nutella. Jaune would definitely fall for a trick like that. ]

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[ As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Rapunzel is positively beaming. Yes. Of course. Nutella as bait. Why didn't she think of that? Yes, of course. He's fucking brilliant.

The only problem is that she can't stop smiling. Nodding and smiling, shrugging the ballistic pack from her shoulder. Smiling and taking out the jar of delicious hazelnut spread. Smiling, smiling, smiling because this is such a dangerous, stupid, genius plan and only he would come up with something like it– ]

[corona]

–wait, are you telling me to blow up our own supplies??

[beaconed]

Yeah. [ DUH. But. His tone is gentle and self-assured. ]

It's... it's Nutella. We don't need it, 'cause you and I are gonna take over that fort. That's the plan, right? I mean, I admit, I haven't thought it through yet, like, how we're gonna do that, but... we can't do anything if this maniac gets us!

[corona]

[ If she didn't trust him before - and to be fair, her faith was split somewhere between 98% trust in Jaune and a 2% lack due to residual "trust no bitch" vibes from Gothel - this is all the persuasion she needs. ]

No. [ firmly ] It'll work. It's a great plan, Leader. We'll find much more than Nutella later.

[ Hell yeah they're going to take over that fort. Then they're going to shore up there until the game ends and be crowned the first second pair in history to make it out together!

Right??? How hard could that be?? ]

[beaconed]

Some peanut butter would be nice. [ It doesn't have to be a spread, guys.

BUT RIGHT, the worst shooter in the world misses them again and it's time to put the plan into action. ]

It's showtime, we gotta run back and set it up!

[ Jaune points his gun at the shooter's direction and fires blindly to give them both enough cover to start moving. ]

[corona]

[ It reminds her enough of their first team attack at the carnival that she's - big shock! - smiling all while carrying out Jaune's orders. He fires and she ducks, whipping the stop sign shield off her back with only a few scrapes and charging forward against the gunfire.

Maybe with a cool background track?

Nah, no need to force it. ]

JAUNE! STAY BEHIND ME! [ And then, perhaps as an afterthought between the rhythmic pounding of their feet and the approaching target, she calls back: ] PROTECT YOUR HEAD!

[beaconed]

Rapu-- what, I SAID BACK--!!

[ They were supposed to get the shooter to follow them, not run towards the gunfire! Crap, crap!! ]

--Okay! Right! Guess we're doing... that!

[ By that he means he's doing exactly as she says because THIS IS WHAT TEAMWORK FEELS LIKE. ]

[corona]

O-Oh! [ Right, those were the instructions he gave... Wow. She's never legitimately FUCKED UP an order before! What's wrong with her?! Is it the smiling?

Now that she knows this is already going completely wrong, Rapunzel skids to a stop and chucks the ammunition from her back before hastily dropping to her knees and setting the charges right there in the middle of the beach. ]

Hey, the Nutella is in my pants pocket... [ Boop boop setting explosives. Boop boop avoiding bullets!

Boop boop at least there are no onsters! ]

Reach in and grab it for me?