Forty-Third Shower - [Action]

[thalassashells]

[Hey. How ya doing? Are you out in the village today? Then you might notice a certain redhead dressed a bit differently than her usual attire running through the village with a satchel at her side. She darts around a corner, hiding for a few minutes before peering around to make sure she's not being followed and she sneaks back out into the middle of the village square. She'll be wandering around, casually glancing for new places to hide and guarding that satchel.]

Welllll...looks like the brothers just couldn't keep up. [She'll pat her satchel, making sure her prize is still inside.] Guess that means I'll hold onto this for safe keeping.

This place just got a little busier, didn't it?

[Perfect for an attempt to blend in, in fact. So you may run into her as she's prowling the village, also making sure there aren't any wanted posters. Oh, and don't mind her trying to get her smolder on around you fine people. Who knows, maybe on her walk she'll accidentally run into a princess or three, or even the authorities.

Let's hope it's not the palace guards.]

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[action] enjoy this combo, you have earned it.

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ You know what sucks?

Coming back from an kidnapping with really creepy scientists to find that everyone has gone crazy. Totally out of their minds. Bats in the belfry. A few monkeys short of a barrel.

And then he sees this girl. And the following things happen, in order. ]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ He stops.

Very abruptly.

And stares. ]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ Is she wearing his vest.

SHE'S WEARING HIS VEST!

Along with the rest of his everything. ]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ WHY IS SHE WEARING HIS EVERYTHING? ]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ ... she's even got the satchel. Whoever she is, he can at least appreciate her eye for detail. ]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ Or at least her sheer crazy.

... wait, did she just-- ]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ Did she just....








.... smoulder? ]

[action]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ THIS IS MORTIFYING. SHE IS DOING IT ALL WRONG. ]

Hey! That's my smoulder! You can't use that! [ A man should have a right to his trademark sultry looks! ]

[action]

[meteorical]

[That smoulder leaves her face as she glances over her shoulder, lifting an eyebrow. Hello there, impostor. She'll just be giving him a once over before giving a nonchalant shrug.]

Actually, I think I can. I don't see you using it anyway.

[avaricious]

[Not yet affected, Ling is just watching her go around looking for posters. Eventually he has to comment.]

What are you looking for?

[meteorical]

[Busted. She'll just give him a suave grin before making a vague handgesture.] You know what? Absolutely nothing! I'm not being suspicious or anything. Say, do you know how good of a security system this place has?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

[Hey. Hey, thief. Look out! There's a crazed looking pegasus swooping down with a sword in her mouth!]

Hands off the satchel, thief!

[meteorical]

[OOPS GOTTA RUN BE BACK LATER.] It's mine! [...which is why she's going to start running away. Yep.]

[fortuneprince]

[Okay so Naoto really shouldn't be here right now. In fact, she could get in some huge trouble with her aunts if she was caught here, but she can totally bend the rules for now! At least she hopes...

So walking, walking--BAM. She bumps right into you Kairi] I-I'm terribly sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going..

[meteorical]

[And that satchel's bumped, causing Kairi to flail and immediately adjust it.]

Whoa, watch it! [But then she looks up when she spots Naoto. Oh. Okay, she seems pretty...normal.] It's okay. Just take a look at what you're doing next time, all right?

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[frost_jewel]

[Mia is only about as large as an adult man's thumb, Kairi. Do be careful - her voice is so small.]

Look out! [because your shoe is coming right for her]

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[meteorical]

[And she suddenly stops walking, leaving her foot hovering in the air as she stops to look around. She thought she just heard...]

...hello?

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[soracles.livejournal.com]

[Sora knew when he stepped outside today that he was likely to bump into something strange, but--]

... ... ... Kairi? [what are you wearing? what... what...]

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[meteorical]

[...pants, Sora. These are pants. And a vest.]

Hey. [And...going to try that smoulder thing on Sora.] How's it goin'?

...I'm sorry. I had to.

[consultmybooks]

[Sorry, Flynn. But the bravest and fastest and most intelligent and determined member of the palace guard is on your tail!

...and hating every second of this.

Giles has acquired a large, overbalanced hat meant to look like a horse's head. Giles has acquired yet another tail. Giles has, in a few very truly unfortunate instances, acquired horsehair. A medallion hangs around his neck reading "Maximillian". For someone who actually quite likes horses, this is all very distressing.

And he'd really like to find whoever the other half of this story is so he can get out of it.]

It's so beautiful

[meteorical]

[And Flynnigan Kairi thought she had lost that rabid horse...but then she suddenly.

Actually.

She's not really sure what she's seeing here but she is aware that she's being chased.]

Not this again! [And off running!] Come on, give it up already!

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[knightofratatosk]

[And along comes a blond boy in a red cape carrying a basket and humming to himself. He looks rather innocent and oblivious to everything...]

[Action]

[meteorical]

[A basket huh? That means it probably has food, doesn't it? Flynnigan Kairi's attention's switching to little red riding Emil, starting to fall in line with him.]

And where do you think you're going off to?

[action]

[flaring]

[BUMPING INTO HER SOMEWHERE AROUND THE VILLAGE. This is Axel, unaffected for this experiment and just a little confused. Wtf are you wearing.]

—ah. Kairi?

[action]

[meteorical]

...heeeey Axel. How's it goin'? [This cannot end well. At all. Busy moving that satchel and adjusting her vest, glancing around him to make sure he wasn't followed.]