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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 10, 2018 3:03:20 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
It was so nice to have Basu back. Even though it had only been a few minutes that he had been gone it felt like his new boyfriend had been gone for hours. It probably wasn't good to be this attached to his boyfriend already - some would see this as an unhealthy obsession - but he was. Earl didn't like it when Basu wasn't around him. Having the leopon nearby just felt right to the hyena-jackal, like he was supposed to be by his boyfriend’s side as much as he could. It was already hard to sleep at night because he wanted Basu there with him to cuddle with, but at least the son of Ed had his bones to cuddle with at night. And right now he had Basu back with him for a very good hug.
Earl nuzzled into Basu, one of his newfound purrs rising in his throat. ”I missed you a lot, aha!” Being shorter than his boyfriend he was able to easily rub his cheek against his chest not unlike a cat who was claiming somebody as part of their territory. He only pulled away from the transfer when he started to introduce him to Khari and Bala and Khari and Bala to him. A wide smile came across the hyena-jackal’s face. Already he found the two other transfers to be very likable and he was more than ready to become their friends just like he had become Basu’s friend and then boyfriend, but he didn't have any intentions on becoming their boyfriend, he had Basu already and was very happy with that.
Nothing stopped Earl from running up and pretty much tackle hugging Bala like he had done Basu moments before. While the female leopon was nice and cuddly and warm she wasn’t like Basu. There was something about Basu that made his hugs different, something that made them softer and warmer. ”I like your hugs,” he chirped right before pulling away to hug Khari, not registering Bala’s warning growl. As he hugged Khari he came up with a similar scenario like Bala’s - Khari just wasn't as fun to hug as Basu was.
He didn’t hug Khari for long, pulling away from the full-blooded lion when Bala began to question him. To him her questions were simple and she was using them to open up conversation with him. He had no idea that Bala was being stand-offish. For all he knew she was always like this. ”Yeah, yeah! Ahaha, I’m Earl, and I have a lot of bones. I should have brought you some…” He glanced down as if two would just magically appear for Bala and Khari. Instead he handed out the stick he had been chewing on earlier toward his boyfriend’s sister. ”I have this! It’s just a stick, but he’s pretty nice. He let me chew on him and his name is Damarco! I think he’ll like you if you be really nice to him, ehehe.” A large smile crossed the canine’s features, still unaware that Bala was trying to find something bad about him. ”I like Basu! He’s really cute and cuddly and he taught me how to purr! Aha, he gave me chocolate and we’re gonna get chocolate bean trees to put on the ship so maybe they’ll stop the coconuts,” the son of Ed went on, rambling off just a few of the better reasons for why he was dating Basu. There were honestly just so many good reasons, and every time one popped into his mind he gave a little laugh. The laugh only grew when Bala came over to sniff him. ”I don’t smell like you. You smell like Basu but different, and he smells a lot like San!” Earl mused as he glanced over at Khari who was being quite quiet. A quiet lion. That was something he wasn't used to. It was interesting.
As Bala headed back to stand beside her brother Earl followed with energy in his steps. He had always liked meeting new people, and now he was meeting Basu’s people! That was incredibly exciting for him - he was pretty much like a happy dog getting to meet new people minus any excited peeing.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 10, 2018 10:02:36 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Basu had expected some mixed reactions from Bala and Khari, he hadn’t expected them to jump up to their feet and accept Earl into the family with a hug and a handshake. However he had still expected...more from them. So far, neither seemed to handle it all that well. Had Khari even said a single word since Earl showed up? Probably not. He was just standing there, being all quiet. Basu couldn’t help but wonder what exactly Khari was thinking right now, maybe after they all left, Basu could try to pry something out of him.
Then there was Bala, who was acting like some sort of lunatic. First she had instantly jumped to the defensive for whatever reason, and then she had starting sniffing Earl. Basu knew his twin sister like the back of his hand, and he knew this was how she got when she was on edge. The sniffing especially was something he had seen Bala do before, usually around anything she deemed suspicious. Basu had been sniffed more than once by Bala, during the times he had been trying to hide something or another from her.
However to have her here, subjecting Earl to her weird sniffing habits like he was some sort of suspicious threat irked Basu a little. Couldn’t she see that Earl was far from a threat? He was just Earl, his cute and innocent boyfriend. Basu had to remind himself more than once that he too had needed time to warm up to Earl, and he shouldn’t expect Bala or Khari to be any different. In fact, he had been pretty good at keeping it together until Bala upped her weird behavior even more and poked Earl with the stick - Damarco, as Earl had dubbed it - that he had given her in the first place.
When Earl had handed Bala the stick, she had held it in the very tips of her fingers, a look of mild disgust forming on her face - was that what Basu looked like as well when he got like this? - until she had gotten over the grossness of the stick and grasped it a little harder as she leaned closer to Earl and poked him right in her face with the stick, still giving him a few suspicious sniffs. ”Hmm, you like him huh?” Bala asked, sounding as if she didn’t quite believe him.
Well, that was a little insulting. Was it really that hard to believe someone else might like Basu?...Yeah, yeah it was. Okay, Bala got a pass with that one. However that didn’t mean she got a pass with poking Earl with a stick, it was at that time that Basu had to jump in. ”Bala, knock it off, you’re acting like a weirdo, and that’s coming from me,” Basu told her, swiping the stick in her hands away from Earl.
With a firm nod of his head, Basu managed to get Bala to back off, though she didn’t seem very happy about it, and that was when Basu snapped. Maybe it was because he had gone from happily cuddling Earl to excitedly telling the two people closest to him to them reacting so negatively so fast, but Basu had already had just about enough of all of this. ”Why can’t you two just be happy about this?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips as he gave both Bala and Khari a look. ”You keep growling and poking him with a stick and sniffing him, come on Bala, that’s not alright,” Basu started, looking right at his twin for a few moments before he turned his focus onto his cousin. ”And you, I don’t think I’ve heard one word from you. Not a ‘nice to meet you, Earl’ or a ‘hey, congratulations you two’, or anything,” Basu told his cousin with a frown. For someone who was human right now, there certainly was an unhappy cat esque about him as he stood there, giving them both a disapproving look.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 10, 2018 13:53:51 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
None of this worried Earl. Not only did he not realize what exactly was going on, but he also found Bala's behavior to be very funny. He gave a few of those signature hyena laughs as the female leopon sniffed at him, checking him out through scent much more than through sight. Her actions reminded him of what he would do to check people out. Sniffing somebody always gave him a more concrete explanation as to who somebody was.
The canine hybrid wiggled the lower half of his body, emulating a dog wagging its tail. A few more bouts of happy laughter came from the young pirate when Bala took ahold of Damarco. He was sure the stick absolutely loved being in Bala's hands. She had been warm and comfortable to hug, the stick was bound to love her.
More laughter from the hyena. His head twitched back in instinct when he was poked with the stick, but the laughter continued and he was soon bright eyed and open to Bala once he had regained himself from the first initial poke. "Yeah, yeah! I like Basu a lot, aha! He lets me cuddle with him, and we hug and he taught me how to purr!" Earl wanted to purr for Bala, but he was too excited to purr right now. Meeting both Bala and Khari made it impossible for the pirate to purr - he needed to be an expert at purring before he could handle all this excitement into one sound. "Basu also said we don't have to kiss. I told him we could kiss if he wanted kids, though. I'd kiss him if he wanted kids, yeah, yeah," he chimed. To him there was nothing wrong with that statement. Isle kids had children at sixteen, sometimes even younger. And obviously kissing was how babies were made in the first place.
Earl probably would have said more but he was stopped when Basu finally spoke up, this time sounding angry. ... Angry? Why was he angry? Earl cocked his head. "Basu? I like them," he told his boyfriend, not wanting Bala or Khari to be snapped at. In his mind they hadn't done a single thing wrong, so why did Basu think that? - x - x -Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
Khari had been quiet since Earl had appeared - unusually quiet, and that was saying something about the lion. He had been trying to figure out what to say, what to do, but every time he thought he found something he could say he would second guess himself and remain silent for even longer. He got the feeling that this Earl character was genuine and the way he was acting was how he always was, just some goofy, yet kind, guy. But the scent of hyena kept washing over Khari and all he could think about was the hyenas that had been pushed to the Isle. The hyenas that had served under Scar. And thinking about Scar never led to anything good in Khari's mind.
It wasn't until his cousin snapped at both him and Bala that Khari snapped out of the darkening thoughts.
He took a step back, unable to meet Basu's gaze. It was rude to just stand there all silent, wasn't it? Yeah, it was. He should have pushed himself harder to say something, to at least give Earl a 'hello' instead of standing there like some jerk. How was he supposed to be the king of the Pridelands if he couldn't even greet his own cousin's boyfriend?
To steel his nerves he took a deep breath. Finally, he was able to look up at Basu. "I'm sorry. I am being disrespectful," he murmured. He looked at Basu for a moment longer before turning his attention onto the ground. Another deep breath to calm himself down. Eventually he looked up at Earl, the hyena-jackal looking somewhat upset, confused even, at Basu. Khari cleared his throat to grab the Isle kid's attention. "Basu's right, I'm sorry for being so quiet. I'm sure you already know, but I'm Khari Negasi, son of Kiara and Kovu, and it's very nice to meet you, ah, Earl." As the words slipped off his tongue he stepped forward and reached his hand out to offer a greeting handshake. Earl seemed to perk up at this, but instead of a handshake he leaned forward with his head and rubbed against Khari's hand.
"You have, aha, soft hands! Right, Basu, he has soft hands?" Earl looked at his boyfriend with a smile.
Well, that hadn't been the expected response, but Khari would take it. He even managed a faint smile. Maybe if he kept this up the whole thought of the Isle hyenas and Scar would leave him alone and he could just enjoy himself and be happy for his cousin and new boyfriend.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 10, 2018 15:08:52 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Now that Basu had gotten his snapping out, he could calm down, work himself back down to reason. It wasn’t as if they were going to react perfectly to this. Basu hadn’t been all that nice himself when he had first met Earl. Which was something he regretted now, but there wasn’t much that could be done about that. Especially not considering it happened a few days ago and couldn’t be reversed now. Besides, he liked Earl now and that was what mattered.
Having calmed down, a small seed of guilt was planted in his chest. Usually, Bala and Khari were some of the few people spared from his prickliness. He had grown up with them, loved them, and would die for either of them. Usually they could avoid his prickles better than anyone else, and yet here he was, snapping at them. It didn’t make him feel good and he looked down in shame. If it had been anyone else, there was a good chance that Basu wouldn’t care how he acted. But because it was Bala and Khari, easily two of the most important people to him, it hit home.
Even Earl seemed somewhat upset with him for snapping, which only went to make him feel worse about it. More than that, when Basu had come to the Isle he had told himself, even made a promise to himself that he would be the one to protect and care for his twin sister and his cousin - who was honestly close enough to a brother for him - yet instead here he was, snapping at them for needing a moment to get used to Earl.
Basu looked up for a moment to glance at Bala and Khari. Had he hurt them just now? He didn’t usually snap at them. Khari was already sort of sensitive, had Basu gone and made it worse? What about Bala? She had been acting kind of off, but now she was just staring at him. Had he hurt her too? That really didn’t sit right with Basu, who began to move away when Earl and Khari struck up a conversation with each other. That was good, they could entertain each other for now.
Maybe it was from having not one, but two concussions so close together, or that all day his emotions had been all over the place, or maybe even because it was possible all three of these people with him were upset with him now, but that seed of guilt and shame bloomed incredibly fast, even for Basu, until it felt as if it might be choking at his throat. He moved back again, lingering in the background for now as he watched Earl and Khari talk. His arms folded close to his chest.
Bala must have picked up on Basu’s distress. No longer was she lingering around Khari and Earl, ready to sniff or poke the hyena-jackal with a stick. Instead she was at Basu’s side. The leopon girl shot a quick glance back towards Khari and Earl as if to make sure they were still distracted before she put her focus on Basu. ”Hey,” she started, voice soft and quiet, nothing more than a gentle whisper. ”You okay?” Bala questioned, placing a hand on Basu’s arm.
Basu looked at his twin, brown eyes meeting greenish-yellow. There was nothing but concern in her eyes. No anger or annoyance, not even any defensiveness. Just simple and plain concern. Basu gulped back the flower of guilt, nodding a little. ”Yeah, I’m fine. Just...” Basu paused for a moment, glancing down again. This really wasn’t the time for a heart to heart, but maybe it would be a good idea to fill Bala in on his thoughts. Just until they were needed again with Khari and Earl. ”Things are a little off I guess, since yesterday with the coconuts...” he started, gesturing slightly with his hands. ”Then I brought you guys here to see Earl and you got all...like that, and I got all mad and I snapped and...It’s different, snapping at you than someone else,” Basu fidgeted slightly. ”Guess it’s just a little...much right now and now you’re all mad at me...”
Bala looked at him for a few more moments as if trying to decide what to do. She shot another glance back towards Earl and Khari and then to Basu again, finally, deciding that they did have enough time left, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. ”I’m not mad,” Bala reassured firmly. ”Look, if you’ve been knocked out that much, you’ve definitely had a concussion or two, that’s probably gonna leave some after effects,” she told him. ”But I’m not mad, and I’m sorry for being so weird. Earl seems...nice,” his twin reassured, pulling him a little closer.
This was now getting just a little ridiculous. ”Bala, we can’t just stand here hugging like this, they’re gonna see and then they’re going to think something happened or that we’re weird...” Basu objected, though he never did try to pull away from the hug. At most, he just didn’t want to explain to Khari or Earl why he and Bala were hugging at random like this in the first place.
Bala let out a few small giggles. ”Shhh, let the hug happen, worst case scenario, Khari and Earl see and decide it’s time for a group hug.” Bala joked, but within the few days Basu had known Earl, he wouldn’t put it past the hyena-jackal to join in for a group hug if he saw the chance. After that, Bala sobered up for a few seconds, tightening her grip on Basu. ”Listen, I know everything is kinda wacky and weird right now, and we haven’t talked much, but I want you to know that I’m still here for you and I am happy about Earl,” Bala whispered to him, keeping Basu close.
She stayed quiet for a moment or two, before adding another comment. ”Please just tell me the next time you get a concussion or something, okay? You’re making me worry about you,” she told him and Basu was beginning to get the idea that maybe this hug wasn’t just for him and in return, hugged Bala back. He was just full of hugs today, wasn’t he?. Maybe he should start a hugging booth. People could just line up and come get a free hug from him, might as well with how many hugs were going around today.
”Yeah, okay, I’ll let you know. Now can you let go of me? I’m pretty sure we’ve hugged for longer than five minutes and they’re going to think we just found out one of us is dying or something,” Basu told her, voice a little muffled from the hug. He was half joking, half just being a little embarrassed of the hug, but not even Basu could deny that it helped. Even if it seemed a little ridiculous to him right now.
Bala laughed at that and pulled away, smiling at him. ”Alright fine, we don’t have to hug anymore, happy?” She asked jokingly, turning back to face Khari and Earl. ”Come on, let’s go back to being social,” she told him, leading Basu back over to Khari and Earl, though neither twin said anything on the matter of them going off for a few minutes.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 10, 2018 15:17:57 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
For a few good moments there Earl had been put down. The last time Basu had been mad at him it had been three days ago, or something like that. It was the day when they had first met, before the leopon had gotten to know the hyena-jackal. Looking back on it Earl could understand why he had been prickly - he was learning that Basu was prickly toward just about any new person - but he couldn’t comprehend it now. Why would he snap at his cousin and sister? That didn’t make sense to the canine hybrid. And he had been so excited to bring Earl to show him to Khari and Bala. Was he thinking differently now? Surely not. The son of Ed and Kijana was about to ask Basu what was wrong - the question was right there on his tongue - but it was at that moment he spotted two very important things in the sand where he had found Damarco earlier. His bones! How had he almost forgotten about them? Khari and Bala needed to have one of their own, he had brought them just for those two!
The hyena-jackal leaped forward, almost stumbling over himself and into the sand as he reached out and took the two bones he had decided on earlier to give to Basu’s family. Once the two bones were secure in his hands he rushed back to Khari first, the lion boy eyeing him with something like confusion in his two-toned eyes, yet Earl said nothing on it. Instead, he showed off the sacrum and sternum to the lion. ”I brought you and Bala a present! I have a lot of bones, and I thought you would, aha, like one! I found this one,” he moved the hand that held the sacrum bone, ”when I was watching Tony one day and we went to find dragon bones! This one isn’t a dragon bone,” he sighed as if in defeat about that, ”but it’s still very pretty and I thought one of you would like it!” As happy as ever he then turned his attention to the second bone in his other hand. For a sternum bone it was small and incredibly fragile looking, perhaps from a small creature like a rat. ”I found this one on the docks in a box. I think it came from Auradon, ahahaha. An Auradon, aha, bone! What do you think?”
Khari blinked, looking at the two bones with a wary expression. Earl noticed that he was breathing a bit heavy, something clicking into his brain and telling him that Khari was trying to sniff something out, perhaps scenting the bones. After a moment he finally found his voice, a faint smile pulling at his lips. If Earl was more observant he would have noticed the slight unease in that gesture. ”It’s fine, Earl. You have wonderful bones, but why don’t you keep them?”
Earl shook his head, moving his hands closer to Khari. ”I made sure to bring really good bones! I have more, ehehe, back at the ship, yeah, yeah. One’s for you, one’s for Bala. Bones go to friends!”
”Are...are you sure I can have one?”
”Yeah, yeah!” Earl jumped around happily. He already knew that whichever bone Khari picked was going to be a very lucky one. ”Which one do you want?”
Khari took a moment to look the bones over before he reached out and gingerly took the sacrum bone. ”This one?” His voice raised pitch at the end. It was a question rather than a statement.
A happy laugh came from the canine. ”This one for Khari, ahahaha! Bala can have the other one,” he trilled, smiling widely as he looked at the bone resting comfortably in Khari’s palm.
With one bone given to its new owner Earl turned to look for Bala. Hopefully she would like her new sternum bone he had to give her.
Spotting the female leopon coming back over with Basu at her side, Earl ran over, jumping up when he halted in front of her. ”I got you a bone!” He exclaimed, holding out the object with happiness in his yellow eyes. ”Khari as the other one, and you can have this one, aha! I hope you like her as much as I do.” He was sure he didn’t have to worry about that, though. Bala was for sure to enjoy her bone as much as Earl had enjoyed having the bone in his collection.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 10, 2018 15:26:32 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
By the time Bala and Basu had returned from a trip down feelings lane, Earl was gifting Khari with a bone. It was actually sort of amusing if Basu was being completely honest. He hadn’t understood Earl’s interest in bones at first either...actually, he still didn’t. However after so long, it was easy to get used to it. Just earlier today he had held a few bones in his hands, unsure of why or what he was supposed to do with them. Even on the first day he had met Earl, bones had been a crucial part of their time together. After all, without bones they wouldn’t have gone out to search for something, nor would they have found any bony treasures that day, and who knows, they might not have even spoken more than a few words to each other.
Funnily enough, Basu had a lot to thank bones for. That wasn’t something he ever thought he’d think about before. But even still, the fact that bones played a part of his life ever since he had met Earl remained the same. Basu had his interests, he saw no reason why Earl couldn’t have his, even if they were a little...off putting at first.
Speaking of off putting, Basu watched as Bala tentatively took the bone from Earl. She held it in her hands for a moment, looking it over carefully. “...Thank you, Earl, it’s...lovely,” Bala told him, offering the hyena-jackal a smile. Then, she turned her yellowish green gaze to Basu, her brow raised ever so slightly as if she expected Basu to explain the odd gift. Basu merely shrugged, explaining Earl and his interest in bones wasn’t something he could do, it was better to just accept it.
Bala sent Basu one last look at the shrug before she shook her head and looked back to Earl, gently pocketing the bone for now. It was a small one, and maybe if Basu actually knew anything about bones, he would know what kind it was. However he did not, and he highly doubted his sister did either. ”So, you...you collect bones?” Bala questioned, pitch to her voice raising a little higher there at the end of her question. She wasn’t sure how to react, Basu could tell that much. However, much like she had promised before, Bala was trying her best to be nice and polite to Earl. Basu couldn’t complain about that, this was what he had wanted after all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 10, 2018 15:28:12 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
Gifting people bones didn’t seem weird or out of place for Earl. It was something he had always done ever since he could remember. It was just his way of introducing himself to people. Sometimes he would give people more than one bone, especially to the people he was closest to. Like Tara. He had given her well over ten bones by now and probably about ten to her son as well. He would have to try and give Basu a bone again. The leopon hadn’t seemed so keen on taking one earlier. At least his sister seemed much more keen on taking a bone. Not that the hyena-jackal was upset about Basu’s refusal, but it did make him feel all happy inside that Bala was going to take his gift. He smiled wide, his lower half giving a little shake - the gesture of him wagging the tail he didn’t have.
”I wanted to give you a really good bone! Basu’s family deserve the best bones, but I wouldn't get rid of my favorite bone. She's a horse from Auradon! I'll have you, aha, show you guys one day. You might know her!” Of course he was only assuming that the horse skull was from across the ocean, but if it was then surely one of the three at least would have known the horse before its passing. It all made sense to Earl.
The son of Ed nodded happily as Bala asked her question. ”Yeah!” He had been collecting bones for as long as he could remember. As a little kid he had loved playing on the beach - still did - and one day he had stumbled upon the final resting spot of a bird. Only the bones remained and, Earl being Earl, had taken them back home with him. While no other bones compared to his horse skull those bird bones were a close second.
”I have a lot of bones! There's bird bones and horse bones and mouse bones and sometimes San gives me human bones! I have that one Rat’s whole skeleton, eheheh,” he mused. Because having an entire human skeleton wasn't weird at all. It wasn't even in one piece. It hadn't been when Sanura gave it to Earl, but he could easily pick out which bones were those of Richard. ”I've been trying to find dragon bones. Basu helped me look for some when we first met. No dragon bones, but I know there's a dragon here somewhere.” Hope flare in his eyes when a thought came to him. ”Do you know where the dragon bones are?” He asked Bala, wide-eyed and hopeful that the female leopon would be able to answer his question with a ‘yes’.
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Post by tess ✿ on Jul 15, 2018 12:18:51 GMT -5
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To find her brother in such a vulnerable position wasn't exactly uncommon. Koa's...episodes, if you will, had always been a part of his life. A part of their lives. From a young age he'd been severely anxiety-stricken, and it was because of this that Marlie had become his self-appointed protector. Although only a few years older than her brother, it sometimes felt like decades separated the two of them. Admittedly, Marlie wasn't what most would call responsible or mature. The daughter of Moana was as free-spirited and adventure-driven as her mother before her - and that was before the added 'impulsive, dumb idea factor' contributed by the god-blood that ran through her veins.
But when it came to Koa?
The impulsive, daredevil exterior she'd developed over the years melted away and was replaced by an almost maternal sense of responsibility for her baby brother. Over the years she'd learned to manage his anxiety attacks as well as anyone could, she supposed, and it was something that Marlie prided herself on. She would never write Koa off, would never give him a handful of pills and call it a good day. She'd never stop trying to help, trying to understand him and his triggers and how to prevent all of the bad thoughts and feelings that plagued her brother regularly. His feelings were real, they were valid. And it was nothing to be ashamed of, it was nothing they couldn't overcome.
"Shh, you take all the time you need." Her fingers continued to stroke the dark, silken strands that matted her brother's forehead. Soft, soothing voice. Gentle reassurance. No pressure. She'd learned how to tread lightly during such events, had learned the ins and outs of comforting her brother. Or most of them, at least - you couldn't ever learn it all. As her brother relaxed against her, despite the motion being minuscule, Marlie felt a triumphant wave of pride. Most dismissed Koa as being weak and cowardly, but none of them realized that he was fighting the worst fight of all - a battle against himself, against his own mind and body and soul. He was stronger than any of them knew or gave credit for.
It made Marlie happy to know that her brother was making friends here on the Isle. They might not be the most savory of characters, but from what she'd seen they weren't at all like the stories she'd heard. Most of them were...well, they were kind of nice. "I'm glad you're making friends, Koa. You're having more luck on that front than I am." Said Marlie with a small smile. Of course she still had Maggie and Mayleen, so could she really complain about her lack of new friendships?Everything had gone by in such a blur, the last few days all melding together. She hadn't really had time to get to know anyone, nor had she really had much time to pause and reflect on the situation. There was so much to see, to do, to learn. Mission: Free Mayleen was still a go, and lately it had taken up just about every spare minute she'd had. She'd been neglectful, she'd admit, to both herself and her brother.
"Hey, maybe what you need is a day or two off, to get settled - if you want we could go for a walk, get acquainted with our home away from home." Suggested Marlie, as she tried to remember the last time she and her brother had had more than a passing conversation. It had been over four days - it was the longest amount of time they'd spent 'apart' their whole lives, probably. "Or we could stay here, maybe brighten this place up and make it a little more cheerful." She continued, shrugging her shoulders easily. "Whaddaya think?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jul 16, 2018 1:09:47 GMT -5
Maggie Blaire DunBroch Daughter of Merida and MacGuffin
"He's bigger'n a Cuillin, killin' armies wi' his paws! Mordu is ne'er happy 'til the blood runs from his jaws!" Was it slightly tasteless to sing a drinking song about killing her family's worst enemy on the Isle where he lived? Yeah, probably. But hell, if he heard her in the shack, then there were bigger problems afoot here than his hurt feelings, and if he had an issue with it, she'd turn him into breakfast.
Margaret Blaire DunBroch wasn't scared of any bears. Bears ought to be scared of her.
Especially when she was hungry enough to eat a bear. Bears beware.
She was absolutely starving, and had already made a trip down to the docks to get something resembling food. Some stale bread, and she managed to get into a fight with a goblin over a few fish and came out on top. Sure, the little bastard had some nasty claws and a mean right hook, but she had a meaner left one and was about a foot taller than him.
Now she just had to cook it.
That was all well and good, except the stovetop was broken. How the hell was she supposed to cook if the damned thing wouldn't even turn on? It's not like you could use magic on the Isle, and even if she could, she couldn't just casually magic up a fire...
...except she could. Without magic.
She had breakfast nailed. Imagine everyone's surprise when they woke up later to actual food on the table. Being here could be a downer, obviously, but food made anything look more possible.
And this was how the next person to wake up would find the daughter of Merida, attending to a crackling fire in the rusted kitchen sink, singing drinking songs to herself as she poked a partially cooked fish skewered over the flames with a bent fork.
"He murders in tae mountains an' he fights with a'vry clan!" The fish was a little charred where it was closer to the fire, while the opposite end was still practically raw. Maggie reached forward to shift it, only to swear when she remembered that fire was hot, and tried again with her fork. "His teeth an' jawls ha' ripped the heart fae many a highland man!"
"Mor'du! Mor'du! Mor'du Mor'du! He's stolen lads and lasses, an' wee bonnie babies too!"
Something had to be done about the bread, but she obviously couldn't just burn that. She hummed thoughtfully, glaring at the stale loaf of bread. Could you even make toast in a literal fire?
"Mor'du! Mor'du! Mor'du Mor'du! Now the time has come for allave us tae slaughter you!"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 16, 2018 2:11:23 GMT -5
Kaikoa Keoni Tala’tui Son of Moana & Maui
Koa took a shaky breath, inhaling and waited for a few moments as he closed his eyes and listened to his heartbeat before he exhaled. He repeated the process after that, breathing it in slowly and waited before he let it back out. It was soothing, and helped take a little bit of the edge off. This, combined with the comforting presence of his sister seemed to work as Koa calmed down. It didn’t happen right away and every now and then as he worked on calming his nerves down, they would flare up again and his gut felt as if lightning had struck within it, but within the next couple of minutes Koa had calmed down enough to relax his posture completely.
”I’m okay,” he whispered quietly, as if he was talking much more to himself than to Marlie. ”Nothing’s wrong, I’m okay...” This was also fairly common for one of Koa’s episodes. The verbal self reassurance seemed to plant him on solid ground once again and allow the boy time to fully relax and calm down. He closed his eyes for a few more moments, arms and legs still slightly shaking, but otherwise he was doing okay. He was alright. Nothing was wrong, nothing was the matter. He was fine.
Koa let out a sigh as he rested his head back against the wall, staring at the wall across from him as his arms fell to his sides and his legs drooped off the side of his bed. He was alright now, the episode had passed, just as they always did. The process just took time. The boy brought a hand up to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose, which did cause his glasses to jostle about on his face, but Koa didn’t seem to care. ”Why am I like this?” He questioned, voice barely above a whisper. ”Why can’t I even leave a simple room without feeling like something’s going to happen?” Koa hated this. He hated how anything could cause him to panic and he hated how easily his anxiety spiked up. He hated having anxiety.
Normal people didn’t have to worry about their very own minds being the worst enemy they would ever face. They didn’t know how it felt to be perfectly fine one minute, and having an anxiety attack the next. They didn’t know what it was like to rely on medicine just to go about their daily lives and make it through the day without having some sort of meltdown. If Koa could trade his anxiety in for some sort of physical ailment, he would do it in a heartbeat. If there was any way he could escape this and never have to worry about his anxiety again, he would do it.
That overwhelming desire to get rid of this was something other people just wouldn’t ever fully understand. Koa didn’t expect them too either. What he really wanted was to be free of this himself as well. But of course, Koa could never be so lucky.
There was nothing that could be done about that though. The medicine helped, but it didn’t get rid of it completely. He might as well let it go for now. So instead Koa tried to focus on what Marlie had suggested. A day or so away from it all might be good for him. In fact if might be a good idea for both of them. Yeah, it would be nice to get out of the shack for awhile and spend some time with his sister.
Koa smiled slightly over at Marlie, nodding his head in agreement. ”That would be nice,” he agreed and looked down for a moment. ”Maybe we could go for a walk and then come back to decorate the place?” He suggested, smiling shyly up at Marlie.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 16, 2018 2:13:07 GMT -5
Henry Algernon Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
For a minute there, all Hal did was stand in the middle of the room, a part of him still screamed at him to leave and to stop bothering the Auradonian girl with his problems. However by now that part of him had grown smaller and smaller and much easier to ignore. Even with it still existing, a greater part of Hal seemed to know that he needed this. He needed someone to talk to and to open up to about his many, numerous problems. Knowing this was what had made him stay. If Jenny was as willing to listen and to help as she said - which Hal truly believed she was by now - then what harm would it do to let her help him?
So, finally making up his mind - as even before, up until this point a part of Hal hadn’t been sure - he moved to go and sit down on the bed, slouching forward as he placed his arms on his knees and stared down at the ground, drifting off into his own little world for a few seconds until Jenny’s questions pulled him out of it. ”Oh, um...yeah, sure, take notes,” Hal agreed, looking over at the rabbit-fox girl. Yesterday, when he had spoken to the girl before, he had been much more on edge about the entire thing. However here he was today, much tamer and willing to cooperate. This morning had been bad enough to mellow him out just enough to listen to Jenny’s prompting to talk to her.
”I’m fine,” he added when asked if he wanted carrots. Hal had never liked carrots, they were always so hard and the color never seemed quite right. He wasn’t all that hungry right now anyways, carrots didn’t seem necessary. ”Right, I uh, I don’t really care where you sit, go wherever you want,” Hal added with a small shrug. He had come here unsure of what to expect, but this hadn’t been it. The longer they waited to actually talk about things the more tempting it became to run off again.
But Hal knew he couldn’t do that. He was already here, he might as well follow through with it until the very end. ”It’s uh, it’s fine. Do what you need to do,” Hal continued, shrugging awkwardly and avoiding eye contact with the rabbit-fox. He wasn’t all that good at the whole “socializing” thing anymore, even talking to Jenny would take some getting used to.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 16, 2018 2:14:25 GMT -5
Elijah Amery Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
Elijah stood completely still as Eric left to go find him a shirt. Even as his brother disappeared from sight, Elijah stayed put as if his feet were nailed to the ground and refused to move even if Elijah had wanted them to, by now all Elijah could hope for was that Eric would return soon with a shirt in hand, and then carry on as if nothing had happened. It was a lot to hope for, and Elijah highly doubted that would happen, yet one could hope. It would’ve been better than the alternative; to actually explaining everything that had happened to him and reliving those memories over and over again.
If Elijah let himself, he could still picture the events leading up to Maria’s death as clear as if they had happened merely hours before. Every moment he spent with her so fresh in his mind, every sound and noise clear as day, every thought he had had back then lodged so firmly into his memories that he would never forget. It got to the point where if Elijah allowed himself, this would become all that he thought about, and he could practically relive the experience again simply from memory.
Luckily for him, Eric came into his room before Elijah could allow those thoughts to plague his mind for much longer. Cautiously, he took the shirt from Eric, looking it over for only a moment. It was a nice shirt, though not something Elijah would’ve picked out for himself, however he was in no position to be picky about clothes right now, and so he slipped the shirt on without a complaint, muttering out a quiet and soft “thank you” to his brother.
Once the shirt was covering his chest, Elijah let out a sigh as his eyes closed and his shoulders drooped, his entire posture relaxing now with something to cover him up. Sadly it wasn’t enough to put an end to the thought, nor was it enough to prevent any questions from arising and it didn’t take long before Eric brought it up. Elijah lowered his head, staring down at the floor for a few moments. A part of him wanted to claim that nothing had happened, to avoid the topic and act as if it didn’t exist in the first place. He could avoid it, claim that the only thing that had happened was his rabbit hiding his shirts somewhere Elijah couldn’t find them.
However, Elijah knew that it would be foolish to pretend as if that was all that had happened. Eric wasn’t an idiot, and more than that, he was Elijah’s brother. His womb sharer. Elijah would be the foolish one if he assumed the topic of his scars could simply be avoided.
So instead, Elijah didn’t try to ignore the topic, or to glaze over it with something else. Nor did he try to jump out the window to avoid the conversation altogether, despite how much he wanted to do just that. Instead, after a minute or so of nothing but silence, Elijah looked back to his brother, motioning for him to come and sit down on the bed. ”Eric...” He started, voice soft and cracking, as if he was struggling to find his voice at all. ”How...how much do you remember about Maria and her reign as high priestess of the coven?” He inquired, finally moving his feet from the ground as he walked to his door to both close and lock it.
If he was going to tell Eric what had happened, he didn’t need anyone else barging in and overhearing. The less people that knew about this, the better it would be for everyone.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 16, 2018 2:15:39 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Adding on to the list of things Basu had yet to learn about Earl, apparently he had a human skeleton in his collection of bones. Basu blinked, standing there in silence for a good few seconds before he slowly turned to look over at Bala, only to find that his twin was already looking at him with the same blank expression on her face. This was news to both of them, and although no words were said between the twins, Basu could swear he had just locked himself into a silent conversation with Bala through nothing but nearly blank stares. To anyone else, this would look like nothing, but having known his twin sister his entire life, Basu had come to understand her so well that no words were needed to hold a perfectly valid conversation with her.
She was both shocked and a little numb to it all by now, as if she had given up on questioning Earl. Basu had to commend her on that, she had come to the same conclusion he had, when dealing with Earl, only much faster than he had done it. Along with that, Bala also seemed to be questioning his choice again, as if silently asking him if Basu had truly thought this through.
Her silent question was valid, after all, Basu had thought nothing through ever since meeting Earl. It had been a constant wave of acting and very little thinking being involved. Even Basu, for only a moment, second guessed himself on this. Collecting bones was one thing, that could be chalked up to a weird but relatively harmless hobby. However, at least to Basu, the line was drawn at human bones.
Apparently, Earl did not share this line.
Basu looked away from Bala, ending their silent conversation without actually answering her, to look over at his new boyfriend. He still liked Earl, even after this new revelation that he had a few human bones in the mix of all the others. A voice in the back of his mind also went to remind him that Earl was from the Isle. Which was something Basu hadn’t actually considered before. Yes, he had known from the start that Earl was an Isle native, however it just hadn’t quite clicked with him until that moment that Earl had grown up with an entire different setting than Basu had, that when it came down to it, Earl was the son of a villain, living amongst other villain children.
He didn’t actually know much about Earl, did he?
What did Basu know about the hyena-jackal? Well, he knew that he liked to collect bones, that he had a few cousins and seemed to know a lot of people, he lived on a ship, and he liked to cuddle.
Was that all he really knew about Earl?
It was.
That was the extend of what he knew of the man that had just become his boyfriend. That wasn’t a whole lot, was it? No, it wasn’t. Suddenly Basu’s heart began to pound in his chest as he began to realize how little he had thought any of this through, or if this had been a good idea to begin with. He hardly knew Earl, and Earl hardly knew him as well. Had he jumped into something he hadn’t even paused to give a moment’s thought to? Maybe Bala and Khari had been right to worry about him...
Basu kept his chocolate brown gaze upon Earl for a few moments longer before he looked away, heart still beating so fast he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. There was a lot he needed to consider before he had jumped into dating someone he knew next to nothing about. However here he was anyways, and now came a rather important question: what did he do next?
He still liked Earl, and despite all these new worries and concerns that had erupted inside him, Basu still wanted to be with him. He wanted to make this work. He knew that much. However beyond that, Basu had no idea what to do next. Some time to think would be nice, but he didn’t exactly have that right now, not with Bala, Khari, and Earl right here. Maybe this was something he should talk to Earl about, especially considering it was about them being together.
Yeah, that seemed like a good first step. So, Basu turned back to the others and cleared his throat a little. ”Hey Earl, can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked, breaking his silence. Then, he glanced back towards Bala and Khari. ”This shouldn’t take too long, but if you want you can head back to the shack and we can meet you there,” he suggested. Sure this sort of made it seem like he was trying to get rid of his twin and his cousin right after bringing them here to meet his boyfriend...and that was sort of what he was doing, but he couldn’t just stand there and let these thoughts fester and boil inside him, they would be better dealt with now, right off the bat. So that’s what he was going to do.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2018 23:07:07 GMT -5
Jenny Wilde daughter of nick and judy
It wasn't until Hal had given his consent to Jenny taking notes that she opened up her notebook. She took out the pen that sat inside and clicked it on, writing down a quick “Hal: Day 2” on the next sheet of paper from where she had written notes the day before. She went over what he had told her yesterday real quick as well, mentally going over everything. His deceased friend, seeing and hearing this deceased friend. While it was quite frankly dumb to make a diagnosis from hearing only about fifteen minutes of Hal talking about his problems yesterday the daughter of Nick and Judy still couldn't shake that the poor guy was suffering from a form of psychotic depression. But of course she wasn't somebody who could diagnose people. She wasn't even an actual therapist, just somebody who liked listening to others to help and somebody who simply studied counseling techniques and etiquette almost religiously. But even then what else did the Isle have? They didn't have a professional so an amateur was better than nothing.
Well, it seemed like she was going to get to keep her stash of carrots to herself. If Hal didn't want any then she wasn't going to force him to eat them. With that question answered and then the next answered as well, Jenny took herself a seat. She decided to hop up on the bed yet she gave the pirate enough space for himself. She wanted to be close enough to hear and understand him, but she wanted to be far enough away that he had all the room he need and wanted.
Once she was situated the little fox-rabbit took a quick glance toward Hal. She didn't want to look at him for too long just in case it made him uncomfortable. ”Okay, Hal, do you mind telling me what brings you here today?” There. Hopefully this question would be the last one she had to ask him and he could make this conversation his own rather than her bombarding him with inquiries.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2018 23:07:51 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
Collecting human bones was totally normal for Earl. To him a bone was a bone no matter where it had come from be it snake, mouse, hyena, jackal, or human. A bone was a bone and that was the end of that. It wasn’t like he was going out and killing things just so he could get their bones, no, Earl would never think about doing something like that. He was the son of villains but never once in his life had he carried a murderous thought within his mind. That at least was one thing that set him apart from a good amount of people on this barren rock - the fact that murder had not once crossed his mind. The canine hybrid probably didn't have it in him. Would he attack Kakamora and make them regret hurting his friends and Basu, his best friend? For sure. He had no qualms in doing that, but even for this villain child murder was a bit too much.
For even as daft as he was he could tell that something was up. The way Basu and Bala were looking at one another told him that much. Blinking, he tilted his head to the side, dull yellow eyes flickering between the two Singh siblings. Oh, maybe they were thinking about where he could find the dragon bones. That would make sense! Yeah, that’s what they were doing. Basu hadn’t known the other day when they had searched for any dragon bones, but maybe he was asking his sister if she knew in some weird sibling way. Perhaps Bala would know, and if Bala didn’t know then there was Khari. Surely one of them would know where any dragon bones could be found - they were bound to know all about dragons since they came from Auradon. Didn’t Auradon have those everywhere?
When there was still silence surrounding the group Earl turned to Khari. He didn’t want to disturb Basu and Bala if they were still silently talking to one another, and the purebred lion didn’t seem to be holding any sort of conversation with his cousins right now. Maybe that made him Earl’s best bet in the moment.
”Do you know where the dragon bones are?” He asked, head tilting.
For a moment there Khari seemed to be surprised that a question was thrown toward him. He looked at the Isle native for a long moment as if gathering himself before slowly shaking his head. ”I...I don't. If I did I'd let you know.”
Earl huffed. Looked like he was going to have to find somebody else that knew. ”Let me know if you, ahaha, ever do find them!” It was nice to know that he did have Khari now on the lookout for dragon bones as well. Surely between him, Khari, Basu, and maybe Bala they'd find something of the dragon bones before long.
Before Earl could say or do anymore his boyfriend’s voice caught his attention. A wide smile graced his features and he practically skipped over to Basu. Had they figured out where the dragon remains were? Could they go get them now? It had to be really important if Basu wanted to talk to him alone, that was for sure. Earl wasn't aware why Basu couldn't talk about this with his sister and cousin around, but that was okay. The son of Ed wasn't one to question things like this all that much.
With excitement he nodded. ”Yeah, yeah, let's go! Did you find the bones? Did Bala tell you where to find them?” The canine asked with obvious enthusiasm, laughter slipping off his tongue between every word just about it. He had been looking for dragon bones for years! This might very well be the moment in which he would finally find them all thanks to Bala and Basu.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2018 23:08:21 GMT -5
Morrigan Artio daughter of mor'du and mama gunda
Charisma Roll (6) + 0 Charisma = 6
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she lay there in a stunned pile of bear-gorilla. Her only saving grace would be if nobody was awake, but she was pretty sure her fall would have woken at least three Grimhildes up if not the entire brood. Maybe, just maybe, she still had a chance to get out of here without being seen or caught; however, a more realistic part of her knew that she was royally screwed.
Just as she was pushing herself up to her feet she heard the unmistakable noise of footsteps coming toward her. She felt her throat go dry and her heart started to flutter like some wild bird that had just been caught in a trap. It was one thing to admit to having stayed overnight for a particular reason but it was a totally different thing to be caught. Now she really was caught to be guilty. How could she get herself out of this? It would be a miracle if she could just write this off as some overnight medical visit.
Oh yeah, there was no way she was getting out of this one.
Her fate was sealed the moment Elfie Grimhilde walked up over to her, a smirk already pulling at his lips. Out of all the Grimhildes she could have attracted the one she least wanted around was Elfie. Or Egg. Those two boys really knew how to escalate a rather innocent scene into something quite scandalous. And already he was making implications that were all too true.
Morrigan took a moment to calm herself. Even by the time she found her voice she was still quite panicked. ”I was just trying to, you know, leave without being a bother. I didn't want to possibly wake anybody up.” That was true enough if anything. ”I was just here making sure Eric was healing okay. He had some nasty cuts on his back, I had to make sure he wasn't sleeping on them wrong or something, ya know? So I stayed over to keep him off his back, I mean,” she stopped. Now was one of those times where she wished she had been born with dark skin like her mother, but nope, she had been given ghostly white skin that gave away even the faintest of blushes so she was bound to look like all the blood had rushed to her face right now. Maybe if any luck decided to come back to her Elfie wouldn't push her for any further detail. She had pretty much already stumbled up enough as it was and any cover up that she could even possibly come up with would be void by now.
Luckily she could put her thoughts on something else when Elfie mentioned breakfast. Morrigan had to admit that breakfast sounded good, but she really shouldn't be eating the food of a family she didn't belong to. They had enough people to feed without her to worry about. ”I'm good, but tha-” Before she could even get the sentence out her stomach betrayed her by giving a low growl. Seriously? Of all times for this to happen it was when she was already in deep water for trying to sneak out after being with Eric all night. This was just great. After this she wouldn't be able to ever set foot near the Grimhilde household or any of its occupants ever again.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jul 29, 2018 0:12:07 GMT -5
Del Hilda Grimhilde Daughter of the Evil Queen and the Huntsman
Well, the morning had started off weird, with Elfie cooking breakfast, and the bizarre events just kept marching on, apparently, because Morrigan had joined them for breakfast.
The Grimhilde girl had stayed quiet while Elfie did his thing. He really was good at this, and she had to remind him and Egg to talk to Eric about this later. They'd gotten the inappropriate younger sibling thing down to a fine art, and she was proud of them.
As long as it wasn't aimed at her, anyway. Then they'd have to share some words.
She had been content hanging back and letting her younger brother handle it, but Morrigan had kept it going and made it worse and honestly, what sort of friend and sister would she be if she left this alone. It was almost too easy to make jokes about this. Eli would even have a field day with this one.
She very well couldn't leave this alone.
She couldn't.
Keep him off his back.
W h a t.
Del opened her mouth for a second, thought better of it, then closed it again with a grin that pretty much sealed Morrigan's fate. Honestly, the only combination of Grimhildes to witness this that could be worse would be if Egg was involved. God only knows what her original comment was going to be.
"Don't be silly, you aren't being a bother! Besides, don't you want to say good morning to Eric before you go? It'd be kind of weird if you were here all night, and then left without saying anything to him!" That sure was a long time to be checking stitches, Morrigan. It really was.
You fooled no one.
Okay, maybe she was slightly merciful and tried to add to the topic. "Since you're already here, though, I need to show you that anesthetic. I think I finally got it to work." It really was a stroke of good luck that the bearilla girl was already here. That was an item already knocked off of Del's agenda, and anything to smooth her day out was a blessing in her eyes. Maybe she should thank Eric for inviting his girlfriend over, later.
Alright, that was enough mercy for now.
"Maybe it'll save you some time on...ah...checking Eric's stitches, next time."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 29, 2018 0:22:04 GMT -5
Henry Algernon Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
Sitting down on the bed, Hal shifted around slightly as he tried to get comfortable. This was all still a little awkward and even after enough reassurance to calm someone, part of him still wasn’t entirely sure he should be here. Still though, he might as well give it a try. It took a bit more of shuffling around on the bed before Hal had found a comfortable spot with his back pressed up against the wall and his feet loosely dangling off the side. This worked. It wasn’t perfect but it was alright. Hal wasn’t going to be picky.
Looking back to Jenny as the rabbit-fox spoke up, Hal blinked at first, before giving a nod. ”Right, why I’m here...” He repeated, looking down at the floor, fingers tapping against the bed for a minute as he thought about how to approach this topic. ”Well, I guess it started this morning...I woke up, and it was like something had come over me and my thoughts, they started to spiral...does that make sense?” Hal asked, pausing for a moment to look back over at Jenny. Well this wasn’t off to a great start, but he was talking, that was good. ”Anyways, they got so bad that I couldn’t stay at the ship anymore,” Hal continued, avoiding any eye contact with the transfer from Auradon.
This wasn’t easy, every word he said came out as forced. He’d reminded himself repeatedly that Jenny had offered to help him, and that she had offered to listen, yet still it didn’t help. It had been a long time since Hal had opened up to anyone, and even longer since he had talked about his problems. ”Then, after I had left the ship, that’s when Schmee came back. I told you yesterday how I talk to Schmee sometimes, right?” Hal asked, looking back over to Jenny for a moment.
Though of course, yesterday he had mentioned talking to his dead friend in hopes of shaking her off his back. Today was different though, today he actually needed to talk. Even if it was off to a bit of an awkward start on his end. Hal looked away, never able to meet Jenny’s eyes for very long before his gaze fell back to the ground once again. No matter what he always ended up staring back down at the floor to the shack, didn’t he? Maybe that was just the easiest thing to stare at for now. ”Usually when Schmee talks to me, I just hear his voice. But this time, it was like he was there and if I turned around I would see him, or if I just reached out I’d be able to grab him.” It had felt so real to Hal at the time, and even now if he was to concentrate, he could imagine his best friend here, sitting right next to him. If he focused he could even hear his voice, encouraging Hal to go on and to open up to the short girl he was talking to.
”We talk about a lot of different things when he visits. But this time he asked me a question that I didn’t have the answer to, he asked me why I thought he was there, as if I knew why he’d visit me this morning. How would I know? He comes whenever he wants,” Hal explained, resting his head back to stare up at the ceiling instead.
The longer he went on, the more he talked, the easier it became. ”Eventually he went away, and instead my thoughts...well they began to take control again. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like someone else is talking to you and you can’t stop them, but instead of anyone physical standing in front of you, it’s...you, and you can’t stop any of the thoughts that come to mind,” Hal continued, knowing that probably wasn’t the best sort of explanation, but it made sense to him, even if it wouldn’t make sense to anyone else.
”I ended up in this random alleyway, not sure how I got there, with Kittie standing over me...Kittie’s another Serpent Prep student, by the way,” Hal informed, figuring Jenny probably wouldn’t know who the cat girl was. ”It was around that time that I guess it clicked with me that maybe I could use someone to talk to, and your name popped into my head, so I came here,” the pirate continued, finally looking back over to Jenny as he shifted around slightly on the bed, eyes trailing off. ”That about brings us up to speed...” Hal finished, tapping his fingers against the surface of the bed again.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 29, 2018 0:24:13 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Once given the okay to talk, Basu grabbed hold of Earl’s hand and began to lead him away. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted - or needed - Bala and Khari listening in on. So he guided Earl away until they were out of hearing distance from his twin sister and his cousin, only then did he let go of Earl’s hand, taking a few steps forward, gulping down any nerves he had flying up his throat. He really didn’t know much about Earl and here he was, entering a relationship with him. That suddenly didn’t seem like such a great idea as it had been a couple of hours ago.
Basu took a breath, looking at nothing for a few moments before he finally turned around to face Earl. He took another breath. ”I think we need to talk,” he started, looking away as he tried to figure out what he actually wanted to say and how. Sadly he didn’t give himself long enough and soon words just began to spew from his mouth. ”You know those times where you thought you knew what you know but then you find out you didn’t know what you knew and you begin to question if you ever really knew anything at all?” Basu questioned, thumping his foot against the ground for a moment or so before he began to pace back and forth in front of his boyfriend.
”Then suddenly you know nothing you thought you knew and you begin to worry about things like compatibility, or lifestyles, or important decisions and then you know even less than you thought you knew before, so you kinda start to just freak out a little?” Basu continued, gesturing around with his hands as he desperately tired to explain what he meant. However he just wasn’t all that great at it and each word he spoke only seemed to send him further into some sort of panic that quickly began to envelope him in. ”But it’s not like you want to change anything, it’s just new and you know you don’t know what you thought you knew now and it’s just sort of...did you even think? No, because there was no time for thinking, everything was just...bam, bam, bam, bam, and here you are,” finally done pacing, Basu swerved on the balls of his feet until he was facing Earl.
Hair was a mess after he had ran his hands through it so many times, and a bit of a panicky look shone in his wide chocolate brown eyes as he looked to Earl. Well, he hadn’t certainly gone through the motions today, hadn’t he? After all it seemed as if every few minutes he had nose dived off into a different emotion than he had been in before.
The leopon fell silent for a few moments, staring right at Earl before he finally let his shoulders relax slightly as he looked at him. ”You know?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2018 22:38:28 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
As far as Earl was concerned Basu was just taking him to go talk about bones, specifically the dragon bones that he was for sure were somewhere on the Isle. He grew all the happier and all the more excited when Basu took his hand. He couldn’t get over just how soft the leopon’s hands were, and they were warm, too. They were very good, warm hands. Earl liked that. It would be something he would always like about his boyfriend. But right now wasn’t the time to think about all of that. Okay, it was always time to think about Basu, but he needed to get his mind to concentrate on the real topic here - Basu and the dragon bones.
Once they stopped walking and were no longer holding hands, Earl looked up at the leopon with his yellow gaze, head cocking to the side. Why didn’t he seem excited? If he knew where the dragon bones were then surely he would be excited. The lack of enthusiasm was worrying to the jackena, but he held on to the hope that the Auradon transfer was just trying to trick him into being worried so that when the truth came out he would be all the happier. Yeah, that sounded right. It had to be right. There was no way Basu would be trying to talk to him about anything else.
Turns out Earl was wrong.
Despite being wrong in his assumptions the canine hybrid listened to what Basu had to say, offering a few faint chuckles under his breath just out of habit to show that he was listening. While he would have usually said something by now, Earl wasn’t sure what to say in this. If he had to be honest he was somewhat confused, not picking up what Basu was putting down. He did, however, get the gist of it and as soon as he heard the phrase “start to just freak out” something kicked in and he reached out, bringing his feline boyfriend into a tight embrace. He pressed up against Basu, nuzzling him as if that would bring him comfort. ”Aha, hey, you don’t need to freak out. I’ll help you, okay? Yeah, yeah, I’ll help you and then you can feel better!” Still not sure exactly what was making Basu act like this and say what he was saying, Earl went on to add, ”I’ll get rid of whatever it is that’s making you worry, ahaha! It won’t be like the coconuts where they got me too, okay? I’ll make sure that never happens again.”
The son of Ed and Kijana eventually pulled away and took a step back from Basu, looking him over for a moment. Did he feel better now? Earl hoped so. He hated seeing Basu in pain or hurt, and him freaking out fell under the category of “in pain” for the canine boy. When it came to living on the Isle when somebody was freaking out not many good things came from it, pain usually being at the top of that list. And if Earl could help it he would make sure Basu never got hurt ever again.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2018 22:38:49 GMT -5
Jenny Wilde daughter of nick and judy
Now that both Hal and herself were comfortable in their spots, Jenny took her little notebook and pen and readied them. She flipped to the page where she had already wrote down notes from yesterday, looked them over one last time, and then turned the page. Atop the piece of paper she went ahead and wrote up “Hal - Day 2” above the margin line. The faintest of smiles pulled at her lips. This was what she loved to do, what she enjoyed. It was a favorite past time of hers, something she could for hours upon hours if given the chance. Helping people was her hobby and if she could get others to smile and feel good about themselves then she was going to do that no matter what. There had been a time when she was younger that, if asked what she wanted to be when she was older, she would have said she wanted to be nothing more than a police officer like her parents, but overtime that passion faded. Being a cop was helpful, but she had heard way too many stories from her parents about how people were angry at them for enforcing the law. Jenny couldn’t do that. She couldn’t do something that made people angry, even if for the sake of upkeeping the law. So over time her little self went from becoming Officer Wilde the Third to Dr. Wilde as she found her passion in the art of counseling. For the last six or so years of her life she had been reading and studying about it as much as she could, and now here she was, getting to really test her skills. She wasn’t certified or official or anything, but she felt confident enough in her abilities to be able to help at least a little.
For now the only way she could really help was by remaining silent. She would let Hal talk about whatever he wanted for as long as he felt the need to. Jenny would go on to write down notes about what he had to say, and from there she would gather her information and go from there once more. In theory it sounded like a simple process, take notes, ask questions, repeat, but it really wasn’t. Not only did it take a certain person to do this sort of stuff, but it took an even more certain person to be able to sit down and do all of this in a helpful way. Jenny knew she had a long way to go before she became some amazing counselor, but she was confident enough in herself to believe that she could do this. She could help Hal. She could get him to feeling better.
So as the son of Captain Hook began to recall his day thus far, Jenny made sure to pay extra attention to what he had to say even as she wrote down a few things in her notes. Her green eyes flickered up to him when he asked if it made sense. The rabbit-fox nodded. Spiraling thoughts that randomly washed over somebody made sense, at least to her. Even if it wasn’t obvious, Jenny had her own problems to deal with. She had her own depression to deal with at times, even if it was as mild as it could get. Even a cheery and happy person such as Jenny could have moments of spiraling thoughts that made them want to stay shut up in their room for days and do nothing but sleep. Even if her problems were barely even touching upon what Hal dealt with, Jenny could still relate to him even if it was just by the smallest of similarities.
So Schmee had returned. Jenny made sure to write that down in her notes. ”You did,” she replied, her voice soft yet there was a firmness to them. A firmness that spoke of her determination to help, a determination to be there and help Hal figure this all out so that he could at least feel happy, so that he could at least genuinely smile and laugh and have an overall okay life. There was no way somebody could doubt Jenny’s want to help this boy.
Other than that one statement she had made Jenny otherwise remained silent as Hal recounted his day to her. She nodded to show she was still listening even as she was writing down her notes, wanting him to know that she wasn’t ignoring him.
For a moment there she was silent once Hal had finished, the only sound was the faint scratch of pen upon paper. Once she finished writing up her notes she focused all of her attention on Hal. Since these sessions were supposed to be Hal being the one to prompt the topic and conversation - if it was Jenny doing as much then she would inadvertently be forcing Hal to talk about things he may not quite be ready to open up about - Jenny didn’t have much to really say or ask. What she could do, though, was try to summarize what he had just said, just to make sure she had heard him correctly. ”So it started this morning with thoughts that kept getting worse, yeah? Then Schmee came and asked a question that you didn’t have an answer to. From there your thoughts were pitted against you, you were found by Kittie, and now you’re here. Does that sound right?” Hopefully that was about right. She wanted Hal to trust that she was listening and understanding. She didn’t want him to think that she was listening and then putting words into his mouth or something like that. Jenny needed to gain his trust, not his distrust, so even if summarizing seemed like a trivial thing to do, it actually meant a lot.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2018 22:39:04 GMT -5
Morrigan Artio daughter of mor'du and mama gunda
This just kept getting worse. Not only was Elfie here now, but Del as well.
See, it was one thing to explain and talk about certain things in a scientific and educational way, but it was another thing to be caught after a night with the brother of a friend, especially when that brother wasn’t even really a boyfriend. Or, at least, Morrigan didn’t think they could be considered to be dating or anything. Such actions didn’t automatically change friends into more. But that was beside the point right now. Right now what mattered was the fact that Del was on to her.
Crap.
How was she going to save herself now? Del was for sure on to her. Yeah, they were friends, but Morrigan wasn't about to dive into her love life, especially not right now, and especially not to the sister of Eric. She really needed to stay calm. Along with that she needed to think of a way to change this conversation topic. Sure, it sounded easy, but it was one of those things that was easier said than done, especially since Morrigan’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own right now.
”I'm sure Eric would understand my just leaving. Not many people want to exchange pleasantries with their doctor, ya know? Besides, he doesn't need any distractions. What he needs is rest if he wants to heal, I tried something a little different last night that might help heal the wounds by relieving pent up stress. After that he needs rest, it was a rather active process.”
By the gods she really needed to shut up. Here she was, rambling away and for sure making things worse. The daughter of Mor’du could feel her face rise in temperature even more as the color darkened. For somebody who could spout off cures and remedies for a number of ailments she sure couldn't talk to people in a simple setting, could she? Her “I'm not in doctor mode right now” people skills were terrible.
Oh. Anesthetic? She could do that.
Morrigan visibly relaxed. Her shoulders dropped into her frame somewhat and she felt her blush begin to fade away, her cheeks cooling down. ”Really?” She had no doubt Del figured it out. ”We’ll need to try it, then. Should we do that now, or is it a bad time?” While she was eager to test this anesthetic out she had to keep in mind that Del was a busy person. Just because she could talk about something didn't mean she had the time right then to act on it.
And then everything went back to the topic of her and Eric. Great.
Morrigan found herself stuck in a rock and a hard place. Maybe if she didn't respond then there would be no way she could mess up and say something that would only condemn her more, but she didn't want to act like she was ignoring Del. The bear-gorilla was a lot of things, but she tried to keep “rude” off that list. ”It's important to make sure the stitches are okay and going to stay. Anesthetic might cut some time down, but you know how the Isle works. One little infection from a broken suture and it could mean life or death.” Hey, that wasn't a bad response. Morrigan felt just the slightest bit of pride for herself from that.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 3, 2018 16:45:28 GMT -5
Elfred Elmore Einstein Grimhilde Son of the Evil Queen & Buster
Elfie had been hoping for a bit of a challenge when it came to teasing the coven doctor. Maybe she would’ve helped herself out a little more and made it harder on him and his siblings to find something to tease her about, but Morrigan was making this far too easy for him, it was almost painful to watch. Almost. Oh Morrigan, it’s like you’re asking for Elfie to continue. This was the only reason he got up in the morning, finding someone in some sort of situation where teasing was needed. Letting this slide was like forcing Egg to wear clothes, or willingly giving up a box of fresh food to the goblins, or even worse their parents. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip through his fingers.
”Relieving pent up stress? Well if that’s all it takes to be a doctor, sign me up, I’m sure both of you relieved plenty of stress last night, among other things, there was probably a whole lot of tension you had to get out, wasn’t there?” Elfie asked, light green eyes far too innocent for the smirk resting on his visage. I’m sure it was very tiring work for both of you,” Elfie commented, looking over towards Morrigan. Del adding in her own remarks only egging Elfie on further, now he had to continue, now he had backup.
Wait...egging him on, ha that was funny. Where was Egg when he needed him? His twin would make this all the better, and would appreciate his accidental twin pun there. But sadly, Egg was nowhere to be seen. It had actually been awhile since Elfie had last seen his typically naked twin. He was beginning to miss those bare butt cheeks of his brother. They really needed to hang out more.
Oh well, if Egg wasn’t here right now to appreciate the glorious opportunity that had arisen as soon as Morrigan fell from their stairs then Elfie would just have to up his usual Elfattitude a few levels. Poor Morrigan really had chosen a bad time to fall to their floor with about as much grace as a drunken ox on ice skates, now she had to deal with Elfie.
”Tell me, Morrigan, in your professional doctor opinion, how much tension do you think you took care of last night?” Elfie asked, hands clasped behind his back as he smiled innocently up at the much taller coven member. Then, as if a thought had just occurred to him, Elfie let out a small gasp, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. ”Do you think the stitches stayed in? After all if this is a life or death matter, it truly would be a shame if any of those stitches fell out during your...active stress relieving exercise with my dear older brother,” Elfie inquired, a small dog like noise escaping him. Though as a doctor, I’m sure you would never do anything to my brother that he couldn’t handle. I bet it was hard though-relieving all that tension, it must have just been so tiring for both of you.” Okay Elfie, you’ve had your fun, now let the poor girl eat some breakfast.
So with a small and casual twirl of his feet, Elfie turned back towards the table. ”Feel free to join us for breakfast, I’m sure Eric would appreciate it, and besides, it’s rude to refuse free food,” he told her and then began his walk back towards the table. He still had toast to finish after all.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2018 16:16:33 GMT -5
Krunk Delakronk Son of Yzma and Kronk
The large boy glanced at the table of food. Okay maybe it was a lot. He was bad at decisions. “I didn’t know what you wanted so I figured we could try everything.” He shrugged a little, a light blush coating his cheeks as he looked down at his plate of food. He still felt guilty for leaving the boy alone. Maybe if he hadn’t ordered so much food he could have been home sooner. Then Arlo wouldn’t have had to deal with his sister.
Krunk shifted nervously. Was Arlo mad he bought so much food? He didn’t look mad. Nope not mad. Krunk sighed with relief and loaded his plate with food, getting the omelette onto his plate. He grinned a little and leaned over.
“I’m glad you’re happy.”
He kissed Arlo’s cheek softly, well softly for him, it was probably a little harder than necessary. Leaning back the muscular boy began eating his breakfast. The omelette was delicious and everything he wanted. Cutting off a piece he brought the fork to his boyfriend’s lips.
“Try this honey. Its delicious.”
It was an offer, but Krunk didn’t do well with personal boundaries, he probably should have kept his hand farther back rather than right in his boyfriends face.He'd have to work on that some more, seriously.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 22:59:30 GMT -5
Zane Amana Negasi Child of Scar and Zira
Zane Negasi was not known for his softer side. Sure he was way chiller than his sister, but that didn't make him some big teddy bear. Definitely not. Someone had to do Sanura's dirty work, but here he was with his lamb wife snuggled up in his lap and none of his predator characteristics even flinched and he pressed his lips into her temple, kissing her head tenderly while inhaling her scent. The lion was falling in love with a lamb and if this were any sense of a normal life she'd be his dinner. Not that he didn't mind eating her, just not in the way a lion should eat and lamb. Blossom had wiggled herself inside of his heart already. Imagine how bad he will be in a few weeks. Zane growled lowly and playfully licked her cheek.
"I will take you back there my little lamb, but if someone even starts to make you upset I will be having an early supper." He threatened, though his voice was so warm and welcoming, like honey luring in a fly, it was hard to take his words with anything more than a grain of salt.
"Stop thanking me." He whispered softly against her warm skin.
The male lion tugged her a little closer and buried his face in her neck, his hot damp breath coating her silky skin. "I don't deserve your gratitude."
The lazy lion flopped backwards, well more of slumped back with her in his arms so she came with him. He wiggled a little, capturing her legs in between his and pinning her into the bed beside him. He pulled back to look into her eyes. They were so wrong for each other, yet here he was about to go tramping through enemy territory for her so she could see her brother and sister. Only a fool would do such a thing. Well this fool would do it every day for her.
Okay. Maybe not every day. That required far too much walking and Zane really enjoys his cat naps. Maybe every week, or something. Or maybe he could talk his sister into letting her siblings join them. That would be a weird thing to ask so quickly after the wedding. He didn't want to seem soft in his sister's eyes. Not that he entirely cared what she thought. Then again she was his leader. Even though he should be the leader, nah. Definitely not his thing. That would require like leading and energy and talking to people. Zane enjoyed his bed too much. Unless diplomacy could include a romp in the sheets he wasn't interested.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 23:34:19 GMT -5
Claudette Delphine de Vil Daughter of Cruella
To be frank. It was entirely too hard to take joy in the pain Sanura was feeling. Claude just couldn't do it. She wanted desperately to jump with joy at the obvious pain the lioness was in, but she couldn't a part of her, a strong part, wanted to know who had done this and to kill them for it. If they'd gotten this much over Sanura they would surely be hurting too. Unless. Sanura had lost her edge for some reason.
No Claude. She's a cold blooded killer. But so are you.
Claude flinched at that annoying little voice inside her head. She muted him most of the time, but for some reason, Schmee's voice popped up every time she tried to blame Snaura for being a killer. He was right. She was. She killed Schmee. No real thought behind it. It had been like breathing and some sick part of her enjoyed it. He was her first kill, but not her last. Though the other kills were nobodies. No one had noticed their disappearances. Then again no one was dumb enough to bring murders up anymore. At least not around Claude. You never know which Claude you'll get. Its like the roll of the dice. Sanura's weak voice returned her attention to the bleeding lioness, thankfully, or Claude could have zoned out like that for hours. Which wouldn't have been good for either of them.
Night howler. Those two little words held so much weight on the Hell Hall girl. Inhale. Exhale. You're okay. You're okay now. Claude didn't even believe the words as she thought them. Her hands were already trembling, with nervousness, need, or whatever she couldn't tell. But she knew for sure she couldn't get the Howler for Sanura. "San please don't make me." She begged, her voice cracking, eyes shifting from side to side, already trying to figure out where the lioness would stash it. Of course it was in the cabin, but where?
Taking a few deep breaths, the scent of iron overwhelming her. "I..I need to bandage that again." She mumbled and began digging for gauze, bandage, anything. She found a roll of gauze in a drawer and pulled it out. Her entire body was shaking now, like she couldn't control it. "Nonono." She whispered and gripped the cabinet she was by and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Now was not the time for this. Now was not the time to ****z out. She knew what came next. The desire. The need. The fire that burned constantly inside her. A moan escaped the small girl and her hips jerked forward. Not now. Now was not the time for this. If she wasn't careful she'd end up sleeping with her enemy and probably still end up using the Night Howler herself.
Claude gripped the bandage tightly and returned to Sanura's side, bandaging her eye, mumbling to herself repetitively. "You don't need it." As if those four words would stop her. It had been three months since her last hit. She could do this. But Ricky wasn't here now. Ricky was her anchor. He kept her from doing anything this reckless, but he wasn't here. His face didn't appear in her mind. The only thing she could think about was Night Howler.
Sanura's eye was bandaged and Claude now had nothing to distract her. San needs it. You can't let her suffer. Yeah. It's for San. Not for you. Claude left Sanura to paw through the cupboards, but it didn't take long for her to find it. It felt so right in her hand. A whimper fought it's way out of her throat as she grabbed the Night Howler, This night went from bad to worse, but in a few minutes she wouldn't care.
SKIPPY.
Claude gently touched Sanura's cheek. She wasn't entirely sure how she ended up in her lap, or when she got there, but right now she didn't care. She didn't care about anything really. The burning in her stomach was enough. "Love me tonight Kitty. Just for tonight." The girl whispered and kissed down the lioness's throat. They'd remember this in the morning, but Claude would chalk it up to some kind of fantasy dream, delude herself that this didn't happen. At least for as long as she could. "Kitty please." She begged, tugging at the strings on the pirate captain's shirt. "I want to be yours just for tonight."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:04:11 GMT -5
Arlo Ansel Muntz Son of Alpha & Appoline
Despite the slight hardness to the kiss on the cheek, it was soft enough for Arlo to appreciate it and smile back at Krunk. Sometimes the doodleman pinscher man did wonder exactly how, out of everyone he knew, he had fallen for Krunk. After all, Arlo didn’t interact that often with the people from Dragon Hall, nor did he actually want to. Nothing against them of course, but there had been a gang rivalry for quite some time. One that had only recently come to an end. However their relationship had started before the rivalry was out on truce.
By all accounts Arlo shouldn’t have even spoken to Krunk enough to develop feelings for the large man. However, here he was, sitting in his kitchen, enjoying a quiet morning and too much food with the man. If Arlo from before had known what the future would hold for himself, he probably would have scoffed and passed it off as untrue. Funny how fate had different plans, wasn’t it?
Continuing to eat the breakfast that Krunk had spent so long getting them both, Arlo looked back up from his plate when he was offered a bite of the omelet. That had been something he had originally planned on leaving for Krunk, but if his boyfriend wanted him to taste it, he’d oblige. So Arlo took a bite off from the omelet on the fork, nodding to Krunk in return as he began to chew and then swallow. ”That is really good,” he agreed with him, nodding his head down towards the plate of food Krunk had, the lack of personal space not bothering him. He had been with Krunk long enough now to understand that he didn’t quite grasp the concept of personal space, and that was okay with him. He had never quite been the type of person to have a huge personal bubble anyways.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:11:25 GMT -5
Henry Algernon Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
Hal nodded along, his eyes straying as they observed the room. It was nice, the transfers got themselves a nice place here. Might not be as good as a ship in his opinion, but it was good enough for a land based home. ”Yeah, that’s my morning,” Hal confirmed, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. ”Schmee...he visits me a lot. He’s almost always there. Sometimes he just talks, sometimes I talk...Sometimes I forget that’s he’s not actually there,” his voice drifted off as he scanned over the brown wooden floors to the room.
Even after Schmee died, he had been a constant in Hal’s life. Perhaps the most consistent thing in it. Hal never knew if and when his father would come home or what mood he’d be in when he did, he never knew if he’d get any visitors or if the day would go by with no one at his side, he didn’t know if he’d end up having a good day and find things to do around the ship or if he’d have a bad day and contemplate throwing himself to the sharks again. But despite everything that Hal didn’t know, one thing he was certain of, was that Schmee would be there. He always had been, and even after giving up the ghost, Schmee continued to remain at his side, no matter how painful it was, or how much of a reminder it was for Hal that this was all in his head and that the real Schmee was long dead by now.
Speaking of which...”Course I know it isn’t real,” Hal spoke up once again, looking back to Jenny for a moment. ”I know that he’s dead and that I’m just...making him up now, but sometimes it feels so real that I almost forget that it isn’t. Sometimes he’ll say something and it sounds so close that it couldn’t possibly be in my head, or sometimes when he’s talking, I can almost feel him move around next to me. Sometimes it feels just like before he died that I’ll forget he’s dead,” Hal paused for a moment to wipe at his eyes that had just begun to sting wet with possible tears.
He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t cry in front of Jenny. Not over this, not over anything, and definitely not so soon after coming to the shack. He had to pull himself together, no matter how hard that was. Talking about Schmee was always hard for Hal, even if it had been a little over a year since he had passed. However this was even harder. Talking how sometimes it felt so real that Hal was sure if he just reached out his hand, he could grab Schmee’s own and pull him back to reality with him, that sometimes Hal got so lost in his own thoughts that he forgot that Schmee was dead and every time he remembered it was like reliving the moment he had seen his dead body all over again.
This was something he hadn’t told anyone else before. Not Tara, not Nanji, Shomari, or any of Serpent Prep, not Jeanie, and definitely not his own father, or Mr. Schmee. No, this was one of the many things he had neglected to share with ones he was once close to, and now to willingly admit to it in front of someone a little more than a stranger brought all sorts of emotions back up to the surface for Hal.
”He’s been dead for over a year. I shouldn’t still forget that he’s dead sometimes, I shouldn’t keep seeing him in my mind or hearing him out loud, I shouldn’t still feel like every day without him takes a part of me with it. I should have gotten over this by now, but I haven’t, and instead it’s only gotten worse,” by now the floodgates had been open and words fell from his mouth before Hal could stop them. ”Some days are better than others...But then there are days like today and I find myself asking what’s the point? Why do I stick around anymore? It would be so easy to just...to just stop and to stop fighting it. Yet I keep going and some days I don’t even know why. Without Schmee, sometimes it just doesn’t even feel worth it,” once he got started it was hard for Hal to stop as he spoke, admitting to one thing and then another, hardly even aware of Jenny anymore as he spilled forth thoughts he rarely spoke out loud.
Hal let out a small, bitter chuckle as he wiped at his eyes again. ”You know what the worst part is though? Everyone else has already moved on.” The only one Hal knew besides himself that still had a problem with Schmee’s death was Mr. Schmee. ”I start to wonder, did anyone else even care? Did they care that Schmee had been sent to death, or that it could have all been prevented? Did they care about Schmee at all?” He asked, getting perhaps just a little riled up as he continued on. It would’ve been for the best if he had just stopped and calmed down, yet he was beyond calming himself down now and words continued to fall from him like a waterfall. By now he wasn’t trying to civilly talk to Jenny about a few of the issues he knew he had, instead he was just getting himself all worked up about something he couldn’t change no matter how much he wanted to. He might not have even been aware that Jenny was there anymore.
”He died and no one cared. He didn’t just die, he was murdered by those-those de Vil girls, and yet...no one else cares...they don’t care about him, they don’t care-“
”They don’t care about me.” Though the words were never spoken out loud, they flew to his mind in an instance. Hal had locked himself away from the entire Isle. He had hardly been around other people for over a year, and yet how many people had he talked to? How many people had checked up on him just to make sure he was alright? How many people were there that had been there for him when Schmee had died?
The sad thing was that Hal couldn’t even think of anyone, and that only made him feel worse. Not only had they not cared about Schmee, his Schmee, but they didn’t care about him either and why would they?
This finally seemed to get Hal to snap out of his vent and he instantly calmed down...though perhaps subdued was the better word to describe him as a long sigh escaped him and his shoulders drooped back not in relief or relaxation but in an emptiness as if he was giving up. ”I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go off like that,” he apologized to Jenny without looking back to her. Instead he clasped his hands together and stared at the floor. Schmee was a sensitive topic for him and he had just let a portion of his thoughts out on this poor Auradonian girl. She didn’t deserve this, Jenny didn’t need to hear all about Hal’s problems, she surely had her own to worry about, maybe he should leave.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:14:02 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Today had been a bit of a busy day for Basu, a lot had happened. In fact ever since coming to the Isle his life had been busy. Especially after meeting Earl, not only had he and Earl moved fast - all things considering - but the days themselves seemed to be moving at a faster pace than usual, though maybe that was simply from having next to no time to simply sit back and relax. Maybe that was why freaking out just seemed to fit right in with the whirlwind of emotions he had already been put through over the course of the last few days.
It had just occurred to him that there was still a lot to figure out, and he didn’t really know Earl to begin with. Nor was he some random Auradon crush, he was someone from the Isle, and this crush had already escalated to them being together, which just added another thing for Basu to freak out about. He likely would have continued to find problem after problem as well, slowly spiraling himself even further into a panic if it hadn’t been for Earl reaching out and pulling him into a hug.
It shouldn’t have been as calming as it was. It was just a hug, but as soon as the hyena-jackal’s arms were wrapped around Basu, he instantly felt himself melt into the embrace, nuzzling closer to Earl, letting out vaguely stressed out cat noises. He really needed to get a grip on all these emotions. This helped though, even if by now he was just muttering out who knows what as he nuzzled into his boyfriend. The was still a lot he personally felt like they had to figure out. But for now this was good though. Maybe he was just over complicated everything, maybe he needed to be more like Earl.
It would be so easy to just ignore anything else and simply enjoy having a boyfriend, but Basu didn’t ever do anything the easy way, and instead those worries came back. They didn’t really know anything about each other, or what their morals were. However, despite that, the longer Basu stayed there in Earl’s arms the less it bothered him. They could learn more about each other during their relationship and despite knowing Earl had human bones somewhere and not knowing what else, Basu knew that Earl was a good person. A great one, he wouldn’t be dating him if he didn’t have a feeling that he could trust Earl.
That in itself was enough reassurance for Basu to calm down even more, and though he didn’t purr or anything like that, his shoulders relaxed and the cat muttering came to a close and when Earl pulled away, Basu no longer felt like freaking out, so he must’ve been doing better by now. ”Hm, I think I’m okay now, Earl,” Basu started, offering the son of Ed and Kijana a small smile. ”I just realized that we don’t know a whole lot about each other and we’re jumping into a relationship,” the son of Bagheera and Vitani admitted, chocolate brown eyes looking down. ”I guess I just sort of...freaked out.” An understatement if he ever heard one. This was why Bala told him to calm down so often, wasn’t it? He freaked out a lot.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2018 21:04:38 GMT -5
Blossom Negasi daughter of bellwether and doug
The fact that your husband starts threatening to eat people because of them making you upset shouldn't be endearing, but for Blossom it was. Then again, murder on the Isle wasn't anything new, and hearing that somebody would murder for you was somehow nice in a way. A really weird, twisted way. Welcome to the Isle, everybody.
Even still, Zane's words were soft and sweet, sugary even. She couldn't help but chuff softly, leaning forward to nuzzle into the crook of his neck for a moment. She drew in a deep breath, momentarily letting his warm scent wrap around her. Everything about her should have flinched away at the sharp scent of a predator, yet she was already so attached to her lion that it didn't bother her. She didn't feel like prey should, rather, she felt safe in his arms, protected. A lamb should never fall for a lion, yet here she was, so easily seeing herself truly loving this man before it was all said and done with. "It probably wouldn't end well for you if you made a meal out of anybody," she murmured against his skin, huffing softly in amusement and perhaps even with a hint of worry. "The last time a lion ate somebody from there...well, you know." Everybody knew. There was no need to remind somebody of what happened considering everybody knew exactly what had happened after that had happened. But right now wasn't the time to think about all of that.
Blossom could have said a lot to Zane's simple "I don't deserve your gratitude" comment, or even his comment of telling her to stop thanking him, but she had been too slow to say anything to either of those statements before she felt herself being taken backwards, falling with her husband as he leaned back down on the bed. She couldn't help but shift closer to him, catching his blue gaze with her soft green one. "Keep this up and I might change my mind about wanting to go somewhere. You're making it hard to want to leave this bed," she teased, but she wasn't lying with that. Blossom wouldn't deny that sharing a bed with Zane Negasi could be quite entertaining.
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