daisy023 | REPORT 020 :: PRINCESS // VIDEO

[For her part, Daisy has her sanity. Though it seems the Malnosso wanted to troll her on the end of the experiment.

She doesn't fail to notice the feminine tone.]

... The experiment. Someone wanted one last shot at me.

Are you alright, Robert?

Oh, I am quite fine - wonderful, even. But... but surely you can't just stay in that tower... [Lapsing back to normalcy for a moment:] It would, er, be dangerous.

...

Do you need assistance~?

... I can't get out of here on my own. Everything sharp I have is lost somewhere in here.

[Somewhere.]

It's not dangerous as long as I don't move it all too much.

[It sounds like she needs a prince to rescue her!

... Or an industrious princess. Can Robert overcome that inherent desire to leave it up to a prince...?]

... Would... would you want me to help, Lady Daisy? I mean, if you do not already have a dashing prince...

It will still take a while with only one person, Robert.

[Good. She didn't say "prince" or "princess".]

You know where I am, right?

I think I can remember... your a-apartment, correct? [Fighting the urge to say "tower" or "castle" so much right now.] I will be there...

... soon~. Hopefully. [If he can convince his princessy self that it's okay to do something. Which will be difficult.]

... I hope that, too.

[Before she turns nuts again.

In case Robert comes looking for her, he will see several huge masses of blond hair hanging from her window.]

[He will. It might take awhile, but he will - he'll have managed to convince himself to bring a cutting implement too - although, amusingly, he'd been compelled to decorate them with a ribbon, first. A pair of heavy-duty scissors bedecked with a ribbon is not your everyday cutting device.

... When he gets (clumsily) to the apartment, he stops and stares at the wave of hair pouring down the side of the building, like some kind of overgrown trellis.]

Goodness.

[... That is a lot of hair. Polysaccharide-eating organisms could live off it for years.]

[From the window, part of those overgrown trellis of golden hair move to be pulled inside. And from it, a Daisy with Godiva hair.]

Robert! Here! I'm trapped inside this tower! [She gets a look of clarity.] --Apartment!

[... Whelp. There's Daisy, surrounded by more hair than anybody has any right to have.]

... Ah... should I come up to you? It would be so unladylike of me to climb...

[Not to mention that dresses aren't exactly good rock-climbing gear.]

... I do have, um, scissors...

The stairs should be still there! You don't have to climb through my hair!

...

And if that's true, I shouldn't even be a princess right now!

[Her Spartan ears do overhear that mutter.]

[Damnit. You can't hide anything from a superhuman warrior.]

... I... will be up shortly then... [Awkwardly - chastised, even - the princess goes to scurry up the stairs. This is difficult in clunky Pyrex heels; Daisy will hear him coming far before he gets to her room.

...

Then he opens the door, half-expecting to be accosted by a wave of blonde locks.]

[That is actually a reasonable concern. Upon opening the door, a mass of hair comes forward.

The long-haired Daisy does not see if it hits him, but she is understandably concerned.]

Robert! Are you alright!?

[And tries mving forward. Amidst waves of gold locks.]

[And Robert is actually knocked off his feet as that hair pours out onto his legs. He lets out some girlish shriek as he impacts with the floor. At least the dress and all that hair cushions his fall a bit.]

...

... I... I think so... [He's resisting the urge to swoon. But maybe he's still swooning a little.]

You... you are somewhere in there, right...?

Yeah, just-- [A groan. A Rapunzel of a Daisy appears in front of Robert.] Just be careful. I've been having trouble all day with this.

[Pulling himself awkwardly to his feet, and trying not to tug on that curtain of blonde too much, he weaves (as best as he can when his dress is being entirely uncooperative) through the mass slowly towards Daisy, the scissors brandished like a life-saving implement.]

La - ... Ms. Daisy?

[Should he start cutting away at the hair like someone with a machete might chop through a jungle...?]

[Daisy would've done the same had she kept her cutting tools. She settles for pushing a path amidst the sea of hair for Robert.]

Come in. I'll deal with the hair later. I want to see if the scissors would work.

Why would they not...? Not strong enough, perhaps...? [He somehow manages to close the distance to her, enough to extend an arm over a particularly large coil of hair to try to pass Daisy the ribbon-bedecked scissors.]

Rapunzel's hair carried people.

[Something that would make far too much sense for her liking.

She moves her head to let the adorned scissors cut. And prays it will work.]

[It's a struggle to slice through the hair. Thick and long as it is, it naturally resists the blades of the scissors. But Daisy's arm strength means she is able to shear through it.]

Well, that... that might be an improvement. For the time being~

[... of course, the hair could always regrow. Just in case the universe feels like trolling them both.]

[That's a given.]

If the scissors don't cut, you can try cutting the hair with only one blade. As if you were cutting rope.

[Another shame the bastards hid her bladed weapons.]

[Robert has no idea what cutting rope is like. But...]

... You seem to be doing well on your own - perhaps cut it off nearer the end so I can gather it up? It would be ever so much easier...

It's got to be worn near the tips. It's worth a try.

[Something she hopes would work. She does not want to waste these scissors in vain.]

[Well... After a moment Robert holds the hair taut - internally fighting the urge to scream at the devastation to the beautiful blonde hair - as he tries to help Daisy hack off parts of it. Eventually he's managed to gather an armful of the stuff.]

...

... This is... rather a lot of hair.

[... Yeah. It's obvious, he knows, but it feels like even more when he has to carry it.]

At least we're making progress.

[Robert probably wouldn't hate Daisy for wanting shorter hair -neither would Val-, but once it reaches a length someplace near her hips... it may actually be adequate.]

I won't be keeping all... but I'm going to leave some of it.

[And to think this sort of thing would've caused a heart attack within the UNSC military.]

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