daisy023 | REPORT 020 :: PRINCESS // VIDEO

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.]

Surely you won't allow all this lovely hair to go to waste...? [Though Robert honestly has no idea what to do with it. His voice is still a hopeful lilt, though, as he tries to slash off some more of the bundles of thick, lengthy hair.

Slowly but surely he's working upward, though these scissors probably won't live through the attempt.]

[The Princess Daisy notices the tone in Princess Robert. However, the Spartan has to struggle to keep her sanity.]

Cut hair won't be of much use.

[Come think of it, she does wonder how is waste managed in Luceti.]

If it makes you feel better, I'll keep it by the hips. ... Long hair is popular around here.

[Sadly. Too bad there's no way to recycle things in Luceti.]

Ah, well, it is your hair - and I am afraid my scissors will hardly last much longer at this rate.

[They're looking pretty damaged already. But at least Robert's managed to cut through most of Daisy's hair - the remaining shimmering wave of it is about as long as she is.]

[The Princess picks the remaining locks of hair, and divides them in easier parts to cut for the scissors. When it finally gives in, at least the hair is in control... At hip-length, but more manageable than twenty feet.

Daisy looks back at her new hair. Beside the freedom, it feels a little heavy... but, for someone that fights inside a suit of armor, not a concern as great.]

It looks good. [She smiles.] Thanks, Robert.

[Much better. It even looks nicer! ... Sort of!]

... Ah... you are very welcome, Lady - er, Ms. Daisy.

... Hopefully you can traverse more easily now...?

[She stands up back to her normal height. With the royal dress she has... the hair actually looks good on her.]

Yeah... It's just the dress that'll need to be changed.

... Erm, good luck with that. My own dress, while ravishing, is not particularly inclined to come off...

[... As he found out the hard way.]

[.....

Daisy looks back at the limited wardrobe she has. Nothing there would fit Robert.]

Can I try?

You certainly can~ it is just... unlikely it will work.

[... And now Robert doesn't know if he should hang around. Whelp.]

[Daisy is uncomfortable with resorting to this sort of barbarism. She grabs something from her wardrobe -a naval officer's suit more fit to a giant than to a common serviceman-.

Her first attempt is to pull the dress out the most logical way. From below and upwards.

With the straightest face ever.]

[Robert's face is honestly just as straight. This situation is clearly entirely normal and not strange or humourous in the least.

After a moment:] Might I... offer assistance?

Edited 2011-11-02 03:23 (UTC)

[Her hands attempt to pull off the damned thing, with some strange opposition.]

Lift your arms. Most of the pressure must be around your forearms.

[Obediently doing so, Robert lifts his gloved arms with the delicate flair that only a princess (awkward and jerky as he is) can possess.]

... Does this help?

Yeah. Let me try.

[She does notice the change in movements. But, perhaps getting rid of the dress could help. She attempts to rise it, trying to remove the dress by lightening the pressure off Robert's forearms.]

[Because the dress is so complex, and there's so much of it, it doesn't exactly come off easily. In fact, several layers of billowy crinoline are getting crushed by the effort, and Robert looks downright uncomfortable as Daisy goes to lift it off.

... If, indeed, she does manage to, however, it will stay off (leaving him in frilly white slips and the obvious inclusion of silk stockings and other trappings...) for all of a few seconds... and then materialize right back on like nothing happened.]

[Daisy is still strong. But needless to say, the dress does oppose even the Spartan. She attempts to ease the tension of some of the parts, dealing with the clothing layer by layer.

She succeeds. She smiles to herself, turns to get her uniform.

And the dress is back on when she turns back.]

Oh, come on!

[She yells at the Malnosso in particular.]

I apologize, Daisy, but I simply fear it is... n-not going to be cooperative.

[... Of course, it's hardly anybody's fault. But he seems a little helpless anyway.]

...

Wh-what shall you do?

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