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

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[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."]]

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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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)

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Yep. All mine. Bought and paid for. Legally. [And he didn't have to steal almost every priceless artifact in the kingdom to get it. Nope.]


(OOC: OH TOTALLY. "...Your castle's nicer than mine. :c")

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[He's... emphasizing that a bit much, isn't he? Ami puts that aside.]

Show me. I want to see the rest of it.

(ooc: rofl. it'll be her former, nicer, self so she'll tell him how wonderful his is <3)

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[He waves a hand dramatically, his tone going a little sultry.] Right this way, m'lady.

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[She seems to ignore the tone, except for a little smile hovering at her lips.]

As you wish.

[She glances up to take in the castle's full impressive height, then steps along with Flynn.]

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[Inside is basically a shrine to Flynn's ego and love of shiny things- portraits dot the walls of him in various stages of badass. Riches everywhere. It's basically saying, "YEAH, I AM AWESOME."]

I could've gone bigger, but I thought... Hey, why overcompensate?

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[Is that... yet another portrait of him? Oh. It is. And you know, Flynn, leaving that many shiny things out is just begging for them to be stolen by someone a little cleverer than a brigand.

Fortunately for you, Ami is no thief. No need, and no inclination.]

You're very proud of your accomplishments.

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Why wouldn't I be?

[He turns around to flash her a grin.]

Not that I'd brag about it, of course.

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Oh, no. [Ami agrees readily.]

Boasting would be rude.

[It's a pleasure her life has rarely granted her, being young and pretty and being playful with a boy who's young and handsome.]

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Exactly, uh.... Sorry. What was your name again?

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[It's a question that goes to the heart of her, but this isn't a time for deep thinking.]

Ami Mizuno.

[She gives the name in Western order out of politeness.]

I'm pleased to meet you! Let's get along well from now on.

[And then, because she can't help flattering him just to watch his head inflate:]

This portrait here looks especially wonderful.

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Flynn Ryder. And let's not get ahead of ourselves. I mean, I like you, you obviously like me... We'll see how it goes from there.

[He stops to examine the portrait and tries to imitate the pose]

One of my better moments. Took down an entire gang with just a frying pan.

[...Yeah, frying pans are haunting his dreams now. THANKS, RAPUNZEL.]

lol poor Flynn. Rapunzel has warped him forever.

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[Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let the man up.

...Nah.

Ami seems quite happy with Flynn's proclamation; she couldn't flirt at all if she took it seriously. But just for now, just for a little while, it's kind of fun.]

As long as you restrain yourself.

[She says this lightly, with an inviting little smile that'll get him slapped if he takes her up on the invitation.]

But a frying pan? I want to see that. [Come on. Show off the technique.]

SOBS THE CONCUSSIONS WILL NEVER HEEEEAL.

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Oh, of course.

[He is a total gentleman, okay?]

Well, since you asked so nicely... [And suddenly there was a convenient frying pan nearby, because this is a dream and things like that happen in dreams. He shifts it from one hand to the other and then demonstrates a few moves, wielding it like one would a sword... A clunky, circular sword that you can beat people across the face with.]

DOCTOR AMI WILL HEAL THEM

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[She grins.]

I'll be your opponent, if you want.

[Oh, she means that. She'll even use another frying pan.]

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[He lowers his frying pan, tossing it back and forth between his hands.]

Are you sure about that? I mean, I can play pretty rough. Wouldn't want you to get hurt or anything.

rofl I love these two

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The one you should worry about is yourself.

Got another frying pan?

LOL. Me too, man.

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I'm sensing a challenge. Okay. You're on. [And he tosses her another frying pan that he just ~magically~ has and circles around backwards.] Since it's your first time, I'll go easy on you.

Are they seriously, SERIOUSLY, having a frying pan fight? Weeeeeird dream, man. XD

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[Oh, Flynn. Those last words... May very well be your last words. She hates fighting an opponent who won't go all out.

Maybe it's because she's no longer the girl who held herself back to avoid offending others. Now? She'd rather show what she can do.

And she's a soldier. Granted, her usual weapon is a sword, so Flynn has the advantage of experience with frying pans. (Who knew it'd come in handy?)]

Take it seriously or quit now! [She points an accusing finger.]

OR BEST DREAM.

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Okay. Okay. [He tosses his pan up with a flick of his wrist and brandishes it.] Ready when you are.

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[A frying pan. A flat surface; the damage she'll deal will be blunt. She can get more force behind it with both hands, of course, so she firms up her two-handed grip. Those clothes give him some padding; she'll have to focus on wherever is bare.

Ami is, perhaps, taking this far too seriously. Mind made up, she goes into action immediately, a few spinning turns that bring her close to her opponent.]

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[Flynn moves to block and immediately goes on the defensive, doubling back a little and suddenly getting the feeling that this is going to be very, very painful.

Oh well. Could be fun. He fakes a jab and then moves out of the way again. Most of Flynn's tactics involve being on the defensive until someone actually lunges. Not much of a physical altercation guy, no matter how much he brags and not even a dream can change that.]