Eighth Theft

[icanhastail]

[Zidane has retreated down to the launch deck - one of the only places not affected by whatever curse this was - after spending too much time on the theatrical deck. He's currently perched in the pipework on the ceiling, probably not a surprise to anyone who knows him, but a very long trail of golden blond hair is falling almost all the way down to the floor from his perch. All in all it's over twice as long as he is tall.]

[And he just so happens to have a couple of knives.]

[...Which aren't working.]

Damnit! How did Dagger do this?

[He's used to having longer hair, but this is ridiculous. He's left the tie in to keep it all together, but his knife refuses to cut through a single strand, instead just sawing back and forth or slipping down the hair river all together. He's getting frustrated, to say the least.]

Anyone got a pair of magical scissors or something? Anything?

Comments

[sailorgenerous]

[Openmouthed shock? Openmouthed shock. Really, how did you manage this?]

...you know, if it turns out it can't be cut, I could at least help you pull it back.

[icanhastail]

[It's called a curse. His own normal ponytail is much more manageable.]

I've got it pulled back, it's just too long. [At least his isn't curly like Liz's. In this situation, straight is preferable.]

[sailorgenerous]

Back and up, then. I'm certain I know a few tricks that could help.

[icanhastail]

Up? No way, I'm not doing any sort of hair sculpture thing.

[sailorgenerous]

Who said anything about sculpture? I was thinking of something much simpler.

[icanhastail]

Like what? [He's suspicious. He's ALLOWED to be suspicious. He's lived with Ruby for years, after all.]

[sailorgenerous]

A braid, for starters.

[icanhastail]

It'll still be ten feet long even in a braid.