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Rarity (rarestyle) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-11-17 19:39:00

Entry tags:

daniel 'oz' osbourne, kidnappy plot, princess celestia, rarity

WHO: Rarity and Oz
WHAT: Being imprisoned
WHEN: YEARS and YEARS after being taken. Or perhaps just a few hours.
WHERE: NO ONE KNOWS.
WARNINGS: Rarity at her overdramatic worst, but safe for work.

Rarity was not impressed.

She'd been kidnapped before. That had gone much more satisfactorily. It had been a downright pleasure to manipulate the Diamond Dogs until they were her prisoners more than she theirs. If a pony kept her wits, she could accomplish a great deal.

Or so she'd thought. This situation was, alas, altogether different. The kidnappers didn't want anything from her, for one thing. She'd shouted and made demands and accomplished exactly nothing. The guard outside had completely ignored her. So rude. She could use magic to unlock the door, but even with the help of her fellow prisoner, she didn't think they'd be able to overcome him, magic or no.

They were trapped. Entirely trapped, in a small, windowless room, with only two air mattresses--air mattresses!--for furniture, and sheets with a thread count that couldn't possibly be any higher than one hundred, if that. And they were stained. Rarity was a master of getting rid of even the most ingrained stains, but no matter how many of these she eradicated with magic there always seemed to be a few more. It was intolerable!

And her only company was so...so blasé about it all. Honestly, some people had no standards.

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detatchedirony
2011-11-18 03:33 am UTC (link)

Blasé was sort of Oz's default setting. To be fair, if it had been closer to a full moon, he'd have been more worried. As it stood, he knew Buffy and Faith would be in soon to save the day, or maybe one of this Rarity's friends.

Either way, it was cool. There weren't any demons as far as he could tell, so that was a step up from the Hellmouth.

He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"This place would definitely be improved if it just had a window." The girl was obviously on edge. Might as well try to be friendly.

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rarestyle
2011-11-18 12:00 pm UTC (link)

"Don't get me started on how this place could be improved," Rarity answered. She was sitting primly on the air-mattress, clearly, trying to keep as little of her body in contact with it as possible. "A window is the least of what it needs. The décor is nonexistant and the furniture most uncomfortable."

She sighed. "Of course, I doubt comfort is what they had in mind when designing it. I don't suppose you have any special skills that might help us escape this place, do you?"

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detatchedirony
2011-11-18 04:07 pm UTC (link)

Oz shook his head. He knew that the girl wasn't likely to react well to the idea her cellmate was a werewolf, so he chose to keep that on the down low for the moment.

"Probably could overpower the guy at the door, but we don't know how many more there are and if they're armed. Need more information first."

Standing up, he offered his hand. "Oz, by the way. Sorry to meet you this way, but it's cool all the same."

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rarestyle
2011-11-20 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Rarity pursed her lips. "I could perhaps get the door unlocked. But it's true that we need more information. It's so trying." She sighed.

When he rose and walked over, she stood as well; it would be impolite to not rise to greet him in the circumstances. She took his hand in a light, ladylike grip. His hand was a bit dirty, but there was nothing to be done about that, she knew. They didn't even have water in this place. Intolerable. "I am Rarity, dress designer extraordinaire. Not that it shows at the moment." She smiled. "Don't worry. My friends will no doubt come to our rescue. They've never let me down."

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	detatchedirony 2011-11-21 06:02 am UTC (link)
	"Cool. Mine either." Oz shrugged a little, sitting back down and trying to relax. It was the boredom that would get them in the end. Kidnappers were, as a rule, kind of assholes but it was just unfair to not give them anything to entertain themselves. "I take it you showed up here out of another world then too?" Conversation would do for the moment. She seemed cool. (Reply to this)

rarestyle
2011-11-24 12:14 am UTC (link)

"Good," Rarity said briskly. "Then between your friends and mine someone will hopefully get us out of this annoying place soon."

Things could be worse, though. At least he was a polite conversationalist. And while his ennui was perhaps a bit nervewracking, there was no denying that his being calm helped her stay calm as well. "Yes, I come from a land called Equestria. The town of Ponyville, to be precise." She pursed her lips, considering explaining that by rights she was a unicorn and not a human, but the few people she had attempted to explain it to had not taken the idea well, so she let it be. "We're ruled by the glorious Princess Celestia, who also recently arrived here. And you? Where are you from, Oz?" Oz. Such a short, unassuming name. A pity.

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	detatchedirony 2011-11-25 01:53 am UTC (link)
	Oz shrugged. "Sunnydale. It's on the Hellmouth. It's... well, it sucks, but you get used to it. The Slayer keeps it in check." He frowned, turning his head. There was a definite scuffle going on outside the doors. (Reply to this)

raisesthesun
2011-11-26 07:17 pm UTC (link)

A scuffle that awoke the until-now unseen third occupant of the room. Celestia awoke with a groan, holding her head, the last cloaking spell she'd been able to cast dissipating with her return to conciousness. They hadn't even had the courtesy to give her a bed of any sort, the terrible people, probably assuming a lack of comfortable rest would keep her from using her powers.

"What in Equestria is going on here?" Her wings ruffled with irritation, her powers still shaky and unable to disguise them.

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