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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[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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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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