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[paintsthewalls]

[Rapunzel is glad today that she never goes anywhere without her trusty skillet. While picking berries, she was accosted by bandits! Horrible men with pointy teeth! She is bravely whacking at them and is surprised when even a slight blow causes them to disappear. This, of course, fuels her confidence. The sounds of skulls being crushed by iron

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[gasconadead]

[ SO, having taken up residence in the same building as fair Rapunzel (entirely by chance!), Flynn is available to hear this clanging. It sounds very, very familiar. However, from the position of his apartment he can't see the source out of his windows.

So he goes a'searching. And, when he finds the source of this very familiar thwacking and bonking, just sort of folds his arms and watches for a moment.

He'll wait for a short break in the goons to stroll over, a skillet of his own held loosely in one hand. ]

Not bad, blondie.

[paintsthewalls]

Flynn! [Be prepared for getting leaped upon, Eugene.] MEN WITH POINTY TEETH EVERYWHERE!

[gasconadead]

[ ASKJGHAJsdjghlksj .... B| ]

You know, I gotta wonder... why the pointy teeth?

[ He clocks the first goon that wanders up -- though it's a bit hard with a Rapunzel tangled about him. ]

[paintsthewalls]

It just goes to show that Mother KNEW what she was talking about. I don't care HOW NICE those folks in the Snuggly Duckling were! There are some men with pointy teeth who are not to be trusted.

[After he starts fighting, she will let go and watch his back. There are more villains approaching, after all. Strangely, they all seem to...look alike. She only has time to comment on the fact that he seems to have taken a page from her book when it comes to weaponry.]

Wow....you've got a pan, too?

[action - hope this is okay? let me know if too god-moddy? ;A;]

[rain_of_bullets]

[Haine wasn't exactly sure what to make of the long strand of some kind of silky rope that wound it's way around the forest and toward the sound of some kind of fighting. He wasn't all too sure why he was following it either. It looks an awful lot like hair, but unless this is some creepy blond version of that girl that pops out of wells and televisions and crawls down the stairs, he's not entirely sure what else it could be.

Curiosity drives him on until he catches sight of the girl fighting off ruffians only to have them vanish a moment later as her frying pan smashed them. He creeps in closer, drawing his pistols only to let her out of his sight for a moment. As he turns, there's a loud, ringing, and obvious SPAAAANG as the skillet clocks him in the side of the head and before he can even utter a mouthful of profanities, he's down on the ground.]

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[paintsthewalls]

[This girl is not NEARLY AS TERRIFYING AS THE WELL/TELEVISION POPPING GIRL. :|

She does pack a mean wallop with a skillet, though.]

OH....my..........I am sooooo sorry....

[Because Haine is OBVIOUSLY not one of the pointy-toothed villains!]

Um....hello? Can you hear me?

[rain_of_bullets]

[Thanks to Haine's handy regenerative abilities, he's not down long. Not all that happy it happened in the first place, but it isn't long before he's pushing himself back up again, cursing under his breath.]

Maybe once my ears stop ringing. Shiiiiiit.

[paintsthewalls]

[She is hovering over him, the pan tucked behind her back now. So apologetic.]

It was just...I was so busy whacking hideous pointy-toothed men that I didn't notice you were........white. [So white.] Not that. I mean. I'm Rapunzel. I'm new here?