On an island that I own, tanned, and rested and alone.... Surrounded by enormous piles of money

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[You find yourself in a castle- an extremely posh one, albeit one that looks ripped straight out of a fairy tale. It doesn't scream BADASS CASTLE, so much as it screams 'Disney paid for me,' but whatever. It's situated on a small island and the waves crash against the rocks below the castle walls.

Outside, Flynn is sword-fighting pretty fiercely with some random person- nondescript features, typical of a dream world. A good wrist flick and he manages to disarm the man and point the hilt of his blade at his chest. He circles the man, his voice taking on a dramatic edge to it.]

You're lucky today. I don't feel like getting blood on my lawn, but I could still change my mind if you don't get out of here in the next... Ten seconds. [The man runs off and Flynn's dramatic voice completely vanishes as he yells after him, laughing the whole time.] Yeah, you better run! [He sighs dreamily and sheathes his sword, flopping down on the grass to stare out at the water. This is perfect. He has everything- a lot of money, an island he owns, his own castle- oh sure, the occasional brigand tries to steal from him, but he puts that right quick enough.

Oh, and he's alone.

Yep. Perfect.]

[[OOC: ....Flynn's dream at this canon point is canon. Easiest post ever. Catch him just as he's enjoying his "Flynn-time."]]

Comments

this made me giggle <3 also, standard disclaimers about LJ issues apply. -_-; (and sorry for edits)

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she likes him immediately. He sounds like her.

'I didn't feel like missing school, so I brainwashed them to make it more comfortable!' 'I don't want to fight in school, but don't let your guard down, Ok?' 'If you do that, I'll forget I don't intend to kill you right now.'

The daughter of a famous doctor with enough money not to be concerned over her diamonds, Ami fails to be overly impressed by the castle, though it's certainly... different. No, she's more interested in meeting Flynn himself.]

You're confident.

[She mentions this to him with a pert smile, either oblivious or uncaring of the fact that her presence ruins his solitude.]

And you made short work of your enemies. I liked seeing that.

FFF. It's fine. And LJ is a pain. :|

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[WHOA. SOMEONE ON HIS ISLAND... Oh, it's a pretty girl. He can handle pretty girls. See Flynn get up on his feet.]

Yeep. All in a day's work for a swashbuckling rogue like myself. [Oh yeah. He's cocky. And flirting.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami takes a few measured steps closer. It reminds her a little of Nephrite boasting; she can almost see his smile when he thinks he's gotten the best of someone in a competition.]

A swashbuckling rogue? [She repeats this with some bemusement. She can't help thinking it seems like something right out of a book, some old adventure tale.]

Wouldn't those guys [A dismissive gesture in the direction the unhappy thieves had fled] be the rogues? [She looks directly back at Flynn.]

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[Without missing a beat... And smugly] I'm a rogue that fights other rogues. Great job, huh? Did you happen to notice the castle? [See him incline his head subtly towards the castle... Or not subtly at all.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Good job, Flynn. You have managed to do something very rare, something unusual and even strange.

Ami outright giggles, a natural and happy sound that's probably been heard from her no more than a handful of times in the past few years. She can't help it. He looks so... eager for praise.]

I noticed it. [She flickers her eyes there, and back.] It's yours?

(ooc: one of Ami's posts this month is going to be at the enormous castle of the paradise from the canon's past life. XD he totally has to come now. /snicker)

[snipestress.livejournal.com]

[Alone, you say?! Alone, with the exception of a big fat thumbs down.]

I've seen grapehippos give manlier speeches!

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[HEY, WHO ASKED YOU.]

First of all: I have no idea what a grapehippo is. Second of all: What're you doing on my island? I'm pretty sure I have a "no negativity allowed" sign somewhere. [YOU ARE WRECKING HIS ZEN.]

*shakefist* html faiiiiilll

[snipestress.livejournal.com]

Your island? I don't see how someone can own a piece of land. Did you make it?

And how can you not know what a grapehippo is? Big, dopey-looking creature, feeds 10 people easily...

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[CAN IT, POCAHONTAS.]

I bought it. That's how. I have a signed contract and everything.

[Just... Staring.]

...You're just making things up now, aren't you?

[snipestress.livejournal.com]

So you bought it from someone else who made it.

They're all over the place where water can be found. Have you...been outside?

[Maybe that's what it means to 'own land'. Yoko ponders this far harder than it should be pondered.]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

I don't think blood on the lawn would have been a problem, with that kind of technique.

[Not that Sylar knows jack shit about sword fighting. Except for ... being stabbed by one. He just wants to ruin Flynn's dreams.]

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[Glare.] You're lucky I already met my ruffian quota today. Who are all you people?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Your new best friends. Although, I gotta ask, what other people?

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

The kid making up animals, the girl who broke into my castle, the... Really exotic beauty I showed around- I didn't mind her so much- you.

It's getting a little creepy.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you're not ... hallucinating?

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[Well... that is a different style of swordsmanship...]

[Though the typical male bravado seems to be intact...]

[She'll just be over here watching quietly... maybe a little eerily.]

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[He finally notices her... Slowly.]

...Would you mind... I don't know. Maybe not being creepy?

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

[She'll just... continue staring back. She's not trying to be creepy... but that's sort of the effect of just randomly appearing in places you don't really belong...]

Where is this place?

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

Uh... My island? How did you get here?

[willing-sheath.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure. I was going to ask you the same thing.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

[ Yep. Perfectly alone. ]

Hello ~ o ~ o ~

[ Or ... maybe ... not. Aerith waves from one of the castle's lowest windows. ]

Seems much too big for a lawn, don't you think?

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

[Buuuh? O___O]

Hey! Who let you up there?

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

Myself! And I asked so nicely, too.

[whatoncewashers.livejournal.com]

That's.... [Pause] ...Actually a good answer. [He admits that rather reluctantly. :|] Hold on. I'm coming up.

[He needs to... Meet this crazy girl all up in his castle space. AT LEAST SHE DOESN'T SEEM TO HAVE SIXTY FEET OF HAIR.]

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're not mad, are you? It looks like you could use some company. I haven't seen anyone except the guy you just chased off!

[ A good two feet, but not sixty. She calls that as he comes up, because admittedly if he's going to get mad about it she'd rather not still be there when he gets up. |D ]