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

[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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[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.]

[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.]

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.]

[She grins.]

I'll be your opponent, if you want.

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

[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.

The one you should worry about is yourself.

Got another frying pan?

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.

[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.]

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

[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.]

[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.]

[She is no longer quite as defensive of a fighter; she likes to think she can overpower her opponent.

This was true when her opponents were girls her size and age without the benefit of the strength from dark energy. Not so much when it's healthy, fairly muscular man. But his own defensive fighting style keeps her from losing ground, and Ami's swings now that she's closer are certainly determined.]

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

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lol poor Flynn. Rapunzel has warped him forever.

SOBS THE CONCUSSIONS WILL NEVER HEEEEAL.

DOCTOR AMI WILL HEAL THEM

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rofl I love these two

LOL. Me too, man.

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

OR BEST DREAM.

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