(CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL

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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]

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

What kinda explosives and how much glitter?

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[ 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– ]

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–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!

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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?

[beaconed]

Right! Grab! Got it!

[ Since she didn't specify which pocket exactly, Jaune is awkwardly patting all of her pants pockets, trying to get a feel which one contains the Nutella. There may be some accidental thigh touching, too?? Definitely. ]

--sorry. You just. You have so many pockets. H-Haha! Like, wow...!

[ AHA! He finds it! And... he opens the jar for some reason. ]

It is a shame we gotta lose it, though.

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[corona]

Heh. I know [ re: the pockets ] right? They're supposed to be part of the–

[corona]

AAAH!!!Ahaha. AHAHA!! [ It's only Jaune's hand between her legs. No big, really, but Rapunzel squeals and scrambles to her feet immediately upon contact. ] H-HA! N-Not... Not–

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Not there.

fin

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[ Any lingering humiliation on her part dissolves into the sweet, nutty air as Jaune opens the jar and scent seeps out. She's hardly been playing an hour and already it feels like at least two days; she's hungrier than she thought... ]

Just, ah–! Just set it on the ground somewhere. Maybe if we take all these guys out we can come back for it!

[ Yeah, that's optimistic. Especially when you consider that "on the ground somewhere" is right at the centre of a ring of explosives. ]

Oh! Sorry! You were supposed to be giving the orders weren't you, Leader? Sorry. ...Again.

[beaconed]

W-What? No, that's... being in a team isn't just about you doing what I tell you to. We work together.

[ Well, if they gotta lose the Nutella, he might as well dip a finger into it, offering her to do the same. She may dip into the jar or eat it from his finger, though. It's like a TellTale game choice! ]

Have some while you can?

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[ While she...? ]

–ah.

[ Her gaze rises to Jaune's for the first time since she'd held him at spear-point, the smile finally fading.

And why choose one of two things when you can combine them for an even better third option? (This-or-that style gameplay will not be her forte; never enough options!) She joins in the gross dipping, looks up for a beat after it's done, then, silent, raises a small, steady hand to his lips.

Moving forward, her own mouth presses against the edge of his fingers, though she will mercifully hold back on the tongue FOR NOW. ]

Mmm. Together.

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[beaconed]

[ Of course she goes for the grossest of the gross options??? Jaune drops the jar on the ground, which is a good place as any to set it up as he gets lost in White Gold World for a moment. ]

Together...

[ You know what, fuck it, he's gonna address the letter even if it means she'll hit him. ]

...I feel the same way. You know? About soulmates. I know we're a team, but... I-I wanna be more than that.

[ Now it's his turn to step forward, coming up close as if he wants to help clean off the last bit of nutella on her lips with his own. ]

I want you--

[beaconed]

[ BOOM. Finally, the shooter manages to get a headshot on Mr. Hero, which makes Jaune instantly fall to the ground without a sound. ]

[beaconed]

[ Wow. That just happened. ]

done bro

[beaconed]

[ ....... ]

--AAAAUUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! [ Jaune sits up, holding his forehead in excruciating pain because the bullet bounced off it thanks to Aura. ]

MY HEAD!!!! I'm bleeding, Rapunzel!!!!!! --wait. [ Let him check first-- ] N-No, just a bruise actually-- BUT OWWW! UGHHHH!!!!! That hurts...! Ow man, I never wanna be shot again...

[ You're from Remnant, though. It's a rite of passage. ]

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[corona]

Jaune.

[ Rapunzel is not a woman of overt dramatic gestures or unnecessary wailing; everything she does, however enthusiastic, has purpose.

That's why, when she sees her teammate and best friend and.... soul... something fall to the ground, she reaches out and gasps once. His name is quiet on her breath because there's nothing more she can do for him like this.

Even though, of course, she'd cut off all her hair for him an instant. ]

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[ AND YOU KNOW WHAT someday that might actually happen. Someday he's going to get himself amputated and Rapunzel is going to wind up a brunette. Lucky he's okay with that!

For now, though, she drops to his side and immediately begins pressing her hair to his face and singing. ]

Fl– F-Flower gleam and glow, let your power sh–

done mate

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[ Oh wait he's fucking fine because he's Jaune Idiot Arc and idiots never die. ]

ARGH!

[ Grabbing him roughly by the collar of his Assassin's Creed hoodie: ] No more snack breaks. [ Don't mind if she sets the countdown on the C4 too. ] Now? Now we are running.

...



...You can kiss me later.

[ And now she will drop him to le ground. Time to go! ]