damsel in distress

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[The dressing room is on a roll today. As much as Terra would love to pulverize all the Unversed that's currently spawned around him...

He doesn't have the ability to do so, for the dress he's currently in is not allowing him to move much.

If only he could destroy things by pure rage without actually moving.]

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[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[...hence the awkward silence, huh.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Yep.

HE DOES NOT LIKE BEING A PRINCESS.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[But you're so pretty. :< Are we there yet.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Yes yes.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[Oh okay. Sit on the dock?]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[... ugh, wood is worse to walk on. Can he just toss you into the water. /what]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[No, then how would she help you with the dress. :| Just sit down on the beach itself?]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[.. I can't sit on this thing, it's so. Poofy ;A;]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[s-sigh fine. Just set her down.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Sets her down GODDAMN HOOP SKIRTS.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[f-fff.]

Hang on.

[Takes the skirt's ruffles in hand, using a small Fire spell to attempt to shorten it. Is it going to regenerate?]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Yes :|]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[...Just. Lifts it as far as it'll go, looking for a way to detach the hoop skirts. While trying to ignore everything that is weird about this situation.

Neither of those are working very well.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[Facepalms. Forever.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[Blushing so hard.]

I can't see where it connects...

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

N-never mind.

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

... Terra, you can't even sit down.

[He's wearing something under the dress, right?]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[DUH.

... probably princess knickers or something HE HATES HIS LIFE.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[...then she's disappearing under that skirt, very determinedly not thinking about anything.

Or looking.

Definitely not.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

Aqua!

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[He might hear the sound of tearing cloth as that hoop skirt falls to the ground. She's pulling back as soon as it's free, trying to control her blush.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

[HIDING. FACE. IN HANDS.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

There. How's that?

[D-doing the same.]

[criticalimpact.livejournal.com]

T-thanks.

[THIS IS. SOMEHOW WORSE. THAN BEING NAKED.]

[spellweave.livejournal.com]

[HOW IS IT WORSE. AT LEAST YOU CAN SIT NOW?]