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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2018 22:50:32 GMT -5
Bella Bête daughter of belle and king beast
Great, just great. Now she had to deal with some pathetic little nerd kid, and not just any nerd kid, but the girlfriend of her younger brother Adrian. Why he had chosen to date this thing was beyond Bella, but she supposed she would allow him to do what he wanted. As long as he didn’t bother her or ruin her chances at the Auradon throne - it was Alexander that she needed to deal with for that - then she supposed it was all okay. But that didn’t mean she had to enjoy a one on one interaction with Honoka Hamada.
Disgust masked itself over the princess’s face. ”Was all that really necessary?” She drawled out, unimpressed and quite frankly repulsed by such actions. Of course she was referring to the whole jumping over the trash can and kicking it fiasco. Luckily nothing had come after the princess, and stepping back a few paces had helped keep her face out of any possible debris that could have went flying. ”You know, anger does not look good on you.” Not that much looked nice on the other girl. ”It would also look bad on Adrian if it was known that his girlfriend cannot keep her emotions under control. It’s already one thing to have a reputation of creating creatures as such.” Her sharp gaze turned to eye the beandog as it spoke up once more, asking in its odd voice if a warm hug or ball throw was needed. Bella watched as “pet” and owner interacted, still silent even as this Barkmax or whatever Honoka called it was leaving.
Eventually a neutral expression fell over Bella’s visage. She had just told Honoka that masking emotion was very important and that was at least one thing the Bête did not contradict. Emotions were for the lesser crowd, the people who deserved little to nothing. People who were underneath her. The only thing she did to express anything was raise an eyebrow in question momentarily before letting it fall back into place. ”How was I supposed to know that, darling?” Then her voice turned icy, the voice of a snake hidden in the shadows. ”I do believe the trash was where that creature belonged.”
Bella paused for a moment when Honoka’s question was thrown at her. Instantly her mind went to Mac. She had cherished their time together, had actually loved the young man. So much of her time and effort had been put into making their relationship wonderful. She had tried so hard, had actually been a decent human being back then. And it had only taken one night of discovering a hidden secret between her parents that changed it all. That had changed her. Ever since that she had been the one to throw something she had poured all her effort and time into and threw it away; however, none of these thoughts showed upon her face or body. In fact she offered a subtle smile toward Honoka. ”I suppose I would be rather frustrated, but that has never happened to me, nor will it.”
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Post by Headphone Actor on May 20, 2018 14:18:45 GMT -5
Waylon Hunter DunBroch Son of Wendy Corduroy and Harris DunBroch
"Haha, you're looking pretty hot there, Darla."
Waylon couldn't resist. It was hot out here, his girlfriend was all flushed and sweaty, and the joke was right there. He would be an insult to boyfriends everywhere if he didn't take that intro, and he smirked mischievously at the dwarf girl as he plopped down beside her.
The DunBroch boy had been one of the first over the line. Sports, especially ones involving running, were his thing, and this was a piece of cake. He could appreciate the fact that maybe Darla had a harder time, though, with her bitty legs. His poor girlfriend, he should help her and try to cheer her up.
Maybe the next time they had to this, he could carry her around the track.
Yeah, totally, that'd be awesome.
For now, he had to make sure that Darla made it through this gym class, and he offered her his water bottle. "This might make you feel better, try to breathe, alright?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 21, 2018 12:41:44 GMT -5
Darcy Dollie Duck Daughter of Donald & Daisy Duck
Darcy had finished off her bag of the gummy worms by the time Montez suggested his latest idea. Almost instantly she perked up and looked over at her dudefriend, a smirk appearing upon her face. ”Break good ol’ Saros out of prison, aye? Tez you devious demigod, I love it. Let’s do it,” she agreed as she crinkled up the small bag that used to hold sour gummy worms and threw it at the trashcan in the corner. It didn’t land inside, but it was hanging off the edge of the tin can. ”Ehh, good enough,” Darcy decided under her breath. It was basically in there after all.
The duck girl then rushed back to the snack table, grabbed the loaf of bread and shoved a peep in her mouth before starting off. Snacks were very important when it came to breaking someone out of jail after all, and though she couldn’t eat the entire loaf of bread, it was already in a bag and simply easier to carry. ”Alright, let’s go! Maybe some other people we know are also in detention and we can break them out too,” Darcy mused happily. She may be getting just a smidge too into this already.
Darcy stopped in front of her door to thrust open the bag of bread and pull out a slice of bread to nibble on. She ate some of the crusts of the bread and then swerved back on her heels to face the two boys with her. ”Well, come on, time’s a-wasting,” she told them with a grin and devious excitement lighting up her pale blue eyes as she took a bite out of the bread and rushed out of her room, expecting both Toby and Montez to follow her. They were on a mission now, and Darcy was determined to see it through. No one would stop her from breaking her shipping buddy out of school prison, and anyone else that might be trapped there. Liberty for all, unless it was someone Darcy didn’t like. Then they could rot in detention for the rest of the day.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 14:57:01 GMT -5
Bethany "Bettie" Benitoite Dwarf Daughter of Bashful
The cheerleader was of course worried for her girlfriend. She was never late to anything. How that girl was rarely late for anything, which thankfully rubbed off on the dwarf girl who was almost always late for everything, even if she left early. Her teachers had even stopped marking her as late it was so bad, they just expected her to be late. When Ellie began helping her keep herself more organized she began showing up to class on time, it gave her teachers quite the shock when taking attendance and she was actually there for roll call.
Bethany Dwarf was quite the little cheerleader. She was weirdly strong for her very short height, but the girls still liked to practice tossing her in the air. Flying was not her favorite part. Bettie was afraid of heights and what a fear to be held in the air by a few girls, while doing flips and being tossed. But Bettie always smiled, no matter what. She had to keep on keeping on. Bettie was rather flexible and good at the flips, kicks, and tricks on the ground, but put her in the air and she got rather nervous.
Suddenly she heard her girlfriend's voice, and even though she shouldn't the girl whipped her head over her shoulder and grinned at Ellie. She was okay. She was late, but Bettie didn't even care. Her girl was okay. Turning back to the field she cheered on the team, her eyes sparkling happily now that her girl was here. They had to cheer the entire game, not that she minded, they had plenty of water. She lived for this. The excitement, the glitter, the bows, the girls. All of it. Bettie loved it. By the end of the game Bettie was still energized and pumped up, especially as the team won. With the rest of the squad she raced out onto the field to congratulate the team. She glanced at her cousin, who was scooped up by one of the players, though she couldn't make out who through the crowd. She decided not to care who it was and let the others congratulate the team. She wanted to see Ellie.
Spotting Ellie through the crowds was very hard being shorter than literally everyone. Her beautiful girlfriend's hair did stand out thankfully. She hurried over to Eloise and hugged her, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I was so worried about you when you weren't here. Are you okay? Were you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Do I have to fight?" She spoke quickly, most of her questions stumbling over the others as she quickly looked over her girlfriend to make sure she was in fact okay.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2018 16:35:53 GMT -5
Darla Diamond Dwarf Daughter of Doc
Waylon. He was normally a happy sight, but the comment that slipped from his lips made her head snap to his direction, eyes narrowing. This was not a joking matter. She was dying. Dead. Dead. Dead. From running. Darla did not even have the energy to sit up and punch his arm, her normal reaction to his dumb puns. Darla normally laughed, but it came out more like a wheeze. "Your very nice girlfriend is dead and you're making jokes." Sticking her tongue out at him, her annoyance faded as his form came down beside hers. He was a sweetheart and she adored him. After all who else would put up with her moody butt.
Okay, maybe she was being a bit rude. She should apologize, but it really was his fault. He should never joke about running. It is deadly. The moment the water bottle came into view she fell in love with him. "Oh my god I love you." She took the bottle and immediately downed the cool liquid, gulping as if she hadn't already had four waters today. Realizing what she said she lowered the bottle and looked at her boyfriend's face. They'd never said the 'L' word before. Not once. "I was clearly talking to the water." She commented as she took in his expression. "You I barely tolerate."
A small smile tugged onto her lips as she said it though. She loved Waylon, but she couldn't tell him that yet. They were too new. Right? It couldn't have been that long. She put the water bottle back to her lips taking a smaller drink now, and rolling her eyes at him for the breathing comment. She didn't have to breathe if she was already dead from running. She'd save her sarcastic comment for tomorrows gym class when they were doing hurdles. God she hoped she could get out of that. Darla counted in her head again, trying to make sure she got the date right. They'd been together for 3 months. That wasn't that long.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 21, 2018 18:05:06 GMT -5
Florian Rainer Fitzherbert Son of Rapunzel & Eugene
Fitz loved sports. There was just something about them, something about getting out in the open and using up some of that energy he always seemed to have stored away, and out of all the sports, Tourney was his favorite. The game today had gone well, and Fitz had given it his all during the entire game, and by the time it had ended he was still living off of the adrenaline rush that the game had blessed him with. He watched as the cheer team came to congratulate the tourney team, and it didn’t take him long for his eyes to land on one, small dwarf girl in particular.
Selene Dwarf. Gosh she was pretty. ”Selene!” The prince called out to the dwarf girl, waving her over. As the two teams met on the field, Fitz was suddenly overcome with a burst of happiness and excitement as it rushed through him like a tidal wave, and in that excitement, Fitz had picked Selene up and spun her around in his arms. ”That was great!” He exclaimed happily, both talking about the actual tourney game and the cheering they had to accompany it. Fitz had to pay attention to the actual game of course, if he wanted to do well. However it was hard not to shoot one or two glances back over to the pretty dwarf girl.
Finally realizing that he had just scooped her up, Fitz gently put the small girl down. ”Er, sorry, Selene. Didn’t mean to just pick you up like that,” he told her, a crooked grin on his face as he smiled down at her. Hopefully she didn’t think he was weird or anything for picking her up like that...which honestly, he wouldn’t blame her if she did. They knew each other and Fitz liked to think of them as friends, but it’s not like they were that close...sadly, Fitz would like for nothing more than to be closer to the girl. But that wasn’t the point here.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 13:45:38 GMT -5
Raelynne Maya Angela Darling Daughter of Wendy Darling
To say she didn't want to do this was an understatement. She was all about helping people, but him? Really? And why did she have to give up all of her other tutoring jobs for him? Why? How much help could he really need? As she sat down at the table and pulled out his folder her eyes widened a little. He'd missed almost a month of classes. She tugged on her one braid on the side of her head nervously, a habit. Every single class for almost a month. That was a lot of material to cover. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Okay. Okay You can do this Rae. You got this. She groaned and pulled out a few more packets and glanced at the stack of homework he had missed and the in class work and the lesson plans. This was going to be a lot of work.
While chewing her bottom lip she scanned the lists of all the things she had to teach him. No wonder they had her drop her other jobs. This was going to be an every day thing. Several hours every day. Raelynne had to factor in her running schedule and this now. Weekends were going to be a big time with him. She pulled out her notebook and began writing out a schedule for them. Everyday had two different classes so he wouldn't get bored and annoyed with the same thing the whole time. She knew how easy it was to get overwhelmed, exhibit A being her still tugging on her hair. She blocked out the times she had track practice and meets. Then she wrote on the side about seeing if he could run and he could run with her and she'd quiz him.
If anyone could get this kid caught up it was her. She was determined and she would succeed. Just like she was when Kiburi JaJa and her raced to be captain. Several times. Because it always turned into a tie, but never the same two. One time it was all three. It was a mess. They still needed to see who would be captain. Maybe coach would pick. Raelynne wasn't sure. Glancing up at the clock she realized her free period was over and school was done for lunch, which meant Daruka would be on his way to meet her here. She'd agreed to meet during lunch time today to discuss a plan with him, then the school only gave her the paperwork 30 minutes before she was supposed to meet him. Definitely not enough time to prepare.
Biting her lip and tugging on her hair she scribbled a few more things on the side of the schedule, then began copying the schedule on another sheet of paper for Daruka, color coding it by class. Raelynne had never met this kid. Sure she knew just about everyone and had heard all the rumors but never spent one on one time with him. What if he was crazy like everyone thought? What if he was rude to her? What if he didn't even want to learn? God. What if he didn't want to put the work in to catch up? She groaned and rubbed her forehead. This is going to be a long lunch.
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Post by tess ✿ on May 22, 2018 14:11:02 GMT -5
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Today was a good day - the first good day in he didn't even know how long.
Darc was on "the up and up" as they say. After a several week hiatus he'd been cleared to return to his classes and while there were much more glamorous things to do on campus apart from studying, he was looking forward to the familiarity of it all. Of all the things he'd ever been good at, scholarly activities were at the top of the list. He'd never admit it, of course, but he was secretly proud of his own advancements. Over the course of his time at Auradon Prep, he'd quickly become one of the top scholars. Learning was something that he enjoyed. He was always exercising his mind, flexing it, bathing in the seemingly endless flow of knowledge. That was what he loved about the human brain - it could always learn more. The steady stream of A's and B's [with the occasional C or D to keep up his careless, bad-boy facade] was proof that his own mind wasn't always against him. Proof that it could so something right; that he could do something right, that he was more than the mental prison he'd spent most of his life contained within.
And maybe that was why this all came as such a low blow - the fact that they'd assigned him a tutor. Yeah, he'd missed a few classes...okay, maybe more than a few. Last month he was at the top of his class, or nearly, and this month he was wallowing in the aftermath of a manic episode. Cue heavy sigh. Some days were okay, some were less than. Sometimes it took him just a few hours to snap out of a 'mood', sometimes it took him the better part of the month. This last time had been a bit more extreme than he would have liked, and picking up the pieces of his mental breakdown was almost worse than the fact itself. But he'd do it. He'd put in the work, he'd get back to the top...only to crumble again. Always the same cycle, rising and falling, rising and falling, rising and falling - falling - falling. The whole situation was frustrating, even more so when he dwelled on the fact that he was and would forever be at the mercy of this godforsaken illness.
Well, maybe not forever - forever was a long time, after all, and to die would be an awfully big adventure.
Darc spotted her sitting at their predetermined table. There she was, his tutor, a frazzled-looking blonde surrounded by a mess of paperwork. At first glance she didn't look very much like he expected. She was...well, pretty. Where were the blocky glasses, the braces, the sweater vests? All the tell-tale signs of a nerd, and yet she possessed none of them. This might have brought about apprehension in a lesser soul, but not Darc - he was the brunt of too many rumors, the victim of stereotype threat. He knew the danger of playing into other peoples' ideas of how certain things should be, and knew the value of judging people less by their appearance and more by their assets. All he saw when he looked at her -aside from an attractive blonde peer- was his potential key to regaining a bit of footing on this slippery slope of a life.
He sat down at the table, producing a somewhat crumply paper bag filled with pastries from the cafeteria. "Raelynne, right?" He shrugged his backpack off of one shoulder, offering the girl his opposing hand for a quick shake. She was soft. "I'm Darc - your new student." The redhead boy flashed a grin, one that he almost actually felt -might have really felt, if not for the shame boiling deep within his blood- before crossing his arms together and leaning against them gently, giving her his full attention. "Thanks for meeting me here. The library isn't really my scene, and, well..." He trailed off and gaze a shrug, not wanting to admit the shame he felt, not wanting to vocalize the fact that it would mortify him for anyone to know how badly he was struggling. Not to her, not even to himself. "Well, fresh air does a body good, doesn't it?"
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2018 15:35:57 GMT -5
Raelynne Maya Angela Darling Daughter of Wendy Darling
The blonde finally stopped playing with her hair and flicked the highlighter against the paper as she heard the chair across from her creak as someone sat down across from her. Her heart hammered in her chest as his deep voice floated into her ears. Oh god he sounds hot. Slowly her light blue eyes flickered up to his face. Yup. Hot. Raelynne offered her student a small smile and took his hand gingerly. "Pleasure." She leaned back a little and let go of his hand to reach down and tuck her one leg under her to sit half criss-cross applesauce. "And don't worry about it. I don't like the library either. Most of my sessions are held after school at the cafe, but I have a feeling that isn't going to be enough for us."
Raelynne got straight to work, not beating around the bush like most people. She liked to be efficient and with his dashing smile she knew she was going to get easily distracted. "I have set up a schedule for us. Obviously we can change it, but you have a lot of work to catch up on. The office said you normally have pretty good grades and I want to get you there again. Well. It's my job to get you there." Her eyes flickered up to his and she paused on her little ramble. Why the heck did the boy every called crazy have to be so good looking. Nope. Nope. Focus Rae. Shaking the thoughts from her mind she took a deep breath and handed him the color coded schedule. "Its a rough copy. The school only gave me 30 minutes to prepare."
Raelynne shrugged and grabbed her bottle of tea and sipped on it while flipping through one of the packets while he looked at the schedule. "We won't start today because I have practice right after school. But I will write up a small worksheet for you for each class to see how much you know from where you left off and that'll give us a standing point. We probably will have to do every day for at least the first week, but once we get into it it can be less if you prefer. I am free all day Sundays after my morning run. I normally just do homework and work out, but I set up two chunks for you for this week. I need to get you caught up and I need to make sure you understand and I'm assuming the reason we are really outside is you don't want people to know. So no one will. Hence the weekends. I always have track on Saturday so we can work after."
Raelynne finally stopped to take a breath and actually look at him. "Did I lose you? Or are we still good?" Her heart was still pounding underneath her white button up shirt, which was probably unbuttoned one button too many. Her tie was loose underneath the opening, but her clothes were neatly pressed, and so was her skirt. It wasn't quite up to uniform code, but close enough, since no one really followed it anyway. Half the time people didn't even wear it.
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Post by tess ✿ on May 22, 2018 17:55:39 GMT -5
<iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -114px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_17311499" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 154px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_67458019" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_75367560" scrolling="no"></iframe> Cordelia Bête daughter of Belle and [presumably] Beast
Normally, Lia would have found such innocence and gullibility to be a deal breaker. When it came to Laurie, however, she found the qualities strangely endearing. She'd never had much use for those that she was able to outsmart. Frankly, that was just about everyone - it was one of the biggest reasons that her circle of friends was so minuscule. And yet for some reason, in this moment she didn't feel superior. She felt bad. There was something about seeing the blind faith that he had in her and knowing she was abusing it that made Lia feel so....so much like a Bête.
"Hmm, how strange." The brunette cupped her chin for a moment, pretending to ponder over the situation. She'd decided in that moment that she'd never let Laurie know the truth. Not if she could help it, anyways. "I guess the pear isn't in a very funny mood. Let's just use the side entrance." Said Lia, pointing towards a door that was just a few feet away from the painting. She'd had her fun -if you could call it that- and now she was beginning to get hungry. She led Laurie through the side entrance and into the kitchens, letting the door swing shut behind them.
"What do you feel like?" Asked Lia, her own tummy on the verge of rumbling. This part of the kitchen was empty now, but she knew that they wouldn't have it to themselves for very long. Better to get in and out without the hassle. She'd never liked a crowd.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 23, 2018 1:19:54 GMT -5
Eloise Arendelle daughter of elsa
There was a nagging thought in the back of Eloise's mind telling her over and over again that Bettie was going to be disappointed at her for being so late, or even worse, mad. It worried her seeing Bettie turn over to where she was, but she was met with instant relief instead of guilt. Her girlfriend didn't seem at all upset about Eloise being late. Instead she seemed happy to see the daughter of Elsa; muscles she hadn't even realized that had tensed up relaxed. A lot of worry faded away, but there was still something there tucked away in her mind that kept an edge to her. She took in a deep breath, mentally telling herself that she shouldn't worry about it. Yet here she was, still worried if only just a little bit.
Keeping her mind off of it, the young woman went on to watch the game, her attention mostly on Bettie as the small girl cheered for the Auradon team. Honestly, sports didn't intrigue the strawberry blonde all that much. Cheerleading was interesting only because of who was on the team, but where her true interests lay when it came to sports was dressage. She had always enjoyed that sport, and when she had learned that dressage was offered in Auradon she had taken advantage of that with her trusty gelding Asbjørn.
About ten minutes before the end of the game was called, Ellie rushed off to the concessions, buying a bottle of water for Bettie. She knew the cheerleaders and tourney players had their own water, but she knew that sometimes a team could get a bit competitive over who got water first. It would just be easier to have something waiting for the dwarf girl than have her struggle to get it in between the other girls on the cheer team.
As she was coming back she noticed that the game had ended and people were leaving the playing field. Instantly she was met with a hug from her shorter girlfriend and a gentle kiss. A smile pulled at her lips. She loved her little Bettie so much. ”I'm fine, I'm fine, promise,” she laughed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on her girlfriend's lips. ”Sorry about being late. I was out getting something…” That's when she let her words falter and fade away. A nervous energy began to trickle down her spine again as she thought about what she had gotten earlier. She could only hope that Bettie would like it.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 23, 2018 1:23:11 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó son of miguel and calliope
'Devious demigod'. He loved it. Montez had been called a lot in his short lifetime, but this had to be by far his favorite. He had half a mind to use that as his name the next time he had to wear one of those sticky name tags that said "Hi, my name is _____". Yeah, he was totally going to fill in the blank with 'devious demigod'. If anybody asked he would give Darcy the credit she deserved for that one. He wouldn't have such a cool new nickname now if it weren't for his creative galfriend, his partner in crime. While it would definitely be easy to steal the originality of Darcy's idea and take it as his own, Montez wasn't one to steal things. Unless it was unattended food with Carmelo, but that was different.
Now with a solid plan and for sure going to break Saros out of jail, Montez prepared himself to get the job done. Much like Darcy he turned and headed for the snack table one last time, stuffing two peeps into his mouth as quickly as he could. It was important to have a full stomach when one was about to break somebody out of jail.
Without much thought in it Montez grabbed a third marshmallow treat, tossing it over to Toby. "Take one for the road, you might just need the extra burst of sugar." No telling what might happen during this oh-so very dangerous mission. He wasn't sure which teacher was in charge of detention right now, and if it was one of the more stricter ones this operation might just be harder than originally expected. With this in mind he followed after Darcy, a devious look already spreading across his rounded features. He was, after all, a devious demigod.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 24, 2018 14:07:50 GMT -5
Tobias Vincent Tweed Son of Tod & Vixie
Toby let out a small sigh as Montez and Darcy took off. This could end in disaster, and Toby should know, he practically lived and breathed disaster. Not only because of his own accidents, but also the group of friends he hung out with. The Disaster Squad wasn’t nicknamed that for playing it safe. Maybe he could convince the two Battleshippers to rethink this, after all, Saros might not even be in detention anymore. However they were already off, packed with snacks for the road and a mission in mind. Toby couldn’t stop them now, so he might as well tag along and hope his unnatural bad luck didn’t get any of them into trouble.
Darcy Dollie Duck Daughter of Donald & Daisy Duck
There it was. The belly of the beast, the monster waiting at every castle, the hidden fortress of doom: Detention. Darcy stopped before they could enter the room, casting a look back towards Montez and Toby. Toby didn’t seem quite as eager to do this as she was, but that was too bad for him, because they were on a mission and he had tagged along when he didn’t need to, so now he just had to deal with it.
”We’re here,” Darcy warned the two boys, looking back to the detention class room, sky blue eyes scanning it over for anyone that might be around. Guards, standing watch over over deadly gates that lead into enemy territory. They had to be ready for anything. ”Alright, so what’s our plan?” the daughter of Donald and Daisy Duck asked, swinging her head back around to face Montez and Toby.
Darcy was a champion, she went in, won, and walked out victoriously. However being a champion didn’t always mean that she thought of the battle strategies, after all, if Darcy was the brains of an operation, the only “plan of attack” would be attack, no plan needed. Just charge in, guns blazing, and pull their guy out of their. However that would likely only get them in trouble, hence why Darcy found herself questioning Montez and even Toby to some extent, on what their plan might be to pull Saros out of their, along with anyone else that was trapped in their and needed a getaway.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 25, 2018 11:40:03 GMT -5
Laurent Philippe Leclair Son of Lumiere & Plumette
Laurie had stood there and waited for the pear to leave way for the doorknob to appear, patiently watching the painting, as if even then it might still let them in. His father used to be a candlestick, his mother a featherduster, and he lived in a world where magic was the main focus of the stories of so many adults on Auradon. To him, a magic painting with a laughing pear and a secret doorway to the kitchens didn’t seem quite so odd at all. Besides, a Bête would never lie to him, and if anyone was going to be able to use magic on Auradon, it would be them. It simply never occurred to Laurie that perhaps Lia had lied.
Even as nothing happened, and he stood there with the back of his mind taunting him for believing something so foolish and stupid, he did his best to push that back and hold out hope for the little pear he had tickled. As the nothing dragged on, however, the taunting came back, and even as Lia used the side entrance to let them into the kitchen, Laurie couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps there hadn’t been another entrance in the first place. He was gullible, not completely stupid.
Frowning slightly, Laurie followed Lia inside the kitchen, looking around to see if anyone was there, however there didn’t seem to be, at least not yet. Walking further inside, Laurie only stopped once Lia addressed him. The lanky boy glanced back. ”Right, food...” He agreed, trailing off. With a shrug of his shoulders, Laurie turned back to the kitchen. ”I don’t really care,” he admitted, tracing his finger along one of the many counter tops the kitchen had, brows furrowing together as he thought back to the painting. Perhaps by now it would have been best to let it go, but he couldn’t seem to leave it alone, his mind kept going back to it and Laurie found himself casting a few more glances over at Cordelia.
”That painting isn’t really magical, is it?” Laurie asked, voice cool and level. ”It’s just a regular old painting that you had me tickle for some reason, isn’t it?” He accused, folding his arms as he looked across at the princess. Why Cordelia would want him to tickle some pear on a painting, Laurie didn’t know. However by now he was certain he had been tricked, and that kept him a little more tense than he normally was.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 25, 2018 23:39:24 GMT -5
Berlin Silverlake daughter of Bolt and Mittens
"Front of the school it is!" she agreed. She watched Carmelo leave first before turning around and headed off to her locker. She started off walking, head briefly looking behind her towards where her friend had left. With a sharp intake of breath, Berlin started a light jog to the place her roller skates were left. A left and two rights and a little further down until she reached it. She opened it, grateful at the ease of it. She took out her roller skates.
Now she had two options. Bring her skates to the front and put them on there. Or have a little more fun, put them on over here and simply skate to the meeting point. It wasn't much of an option as the choice was so clear. Berlin immediately put the skates on. She realized that she needed to redecorate the roller shoes. The bright pink of last month didn't match the current bright teal in her hair. Perhaps Berlin should simply clean them and revert them back to the white shoes she originally had, maybe add the signature black bolt on them. That wouldn't be a bad idea.
Finishing the tie on one of the shoes, Berlin pushed herself off of her seat to try and gain the balance before skating through the school. Tossing her everyday shoes in her locker, as she could come back to get them, Berlin headed to the front of the school. She had gotten there first, and was simply hanging and reassuring herself she wouldn't make a full of herself and trip due to imbalance. She looked up when she got a whiff of Carmelo in the air. She grinned at him and waved. "Yo, ready to have some fun?"
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Post by Feathertalon on May 26, 2018 22:40:31 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó son of miguel and calliope
On their way down to the detention room Montez had his mind spinning with ideas. They obviously couldn't just waltz right on in and take Saros out of the room. That wasn’t going to work. Well, it would work in getting them their own seats in detention which was definitely not a part of the plan here. They had to get somebody out, not put themselves in. It would take a good plan to accomplish just that. Luckily the blood of Greek Muses ran in his veins. He was the son of Calliope, Muse of epics and poetry, and what was an epic or poem without a good plot, without a great idea?
As the group of three trailed ever closer to the room, Montez felt confident in himself that he had an idea. It was a bit out there, a bit loud, perhaps would even be destructive, but it was a plan. And in his mind it was a good one, something that would for sure work if he could get everybody on board with it. Darcy would be easy to get. It was Toby that the demigod worried a bit about. He had already had an eventful day so there was a chance he would decline the idea, but Montez would see about that. He wouldn’t force the fox into doing anything, but surely he cared enough about Saros to want to free the boy princess.
When asked about the plan a smirk crossed Montez’s face. ”I think we’ll do an offensive sneak attack,” he informed the two, brown eyes glancing between the other in anticipation. ”I need one of us to act like we’ve gotten injured.” As the words slipped off his tongue he kept his gaze on Toby for a little longer. The fox boy pretending to be injured would work well as he was always getting himself hurt somehow or another. ”Another one of us will rush into the room explaining that somebody got hurt right out here, and that should get the teacher out of the room for a bit to check on whoever’s the injured bait. The last of us will be the one to sneak in and get Saros out of there. How’s that sound?” He asked, once again looking around at the other two he had with him. Montez still had that devious little smirk on his face, but he was sure his plan would work. There was no way it would fail, right? Right.
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Post by tess ✿ on May 28, 2018 13:25:23 GMT -5
<iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -114px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_17311499" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 154px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_67458019" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_75367560" scrolling="no"></iframe> Winnifred Grace Calloway daughter of Winnie the Pooh
At the prospect of a pancake picnic, the bear-girl brightened considerably.
"A picnic!" She beamed across the counter at him, blue eyes bright. "We haven't had a picnic in ages." In all reality, it hadn't been that long since the two of them had gone on one of their little forest escapades. As a rule, she tried to rope him into a breakfast or lunch date at least once a week...it didn't always work out, but when it did, Winnie was ecstatic. Time spent with Benji was always cherished. Of all the friends she had here at Auradon Prep -and there were a lot- he had to be her very best. There was just something so special about him. He was clumsy and silly and cute and always so cheerful; his chipper disposition rivaled that even of Winnie's. The two of them just sort of clicked, in a way that she'd never clicked with anyone else.
Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was a mutual love for snacks; regardless, he had a special place in her heart.
"It's a date." Said Winnie, sliding down off of her stool. She walked to the opposite side of the kitchen and rummaged through a cabinet until she found a big picnic basket. Worn and well-loved, it was hidden away - and for good reason. Without hesitation she began to pack it full of all the necessary items; plates, glasses, napkins, silverware, candles, an extra jar of honey. Before long she'd filled it to the brim with everything that they would need for their picnic date, save the pancakes that Benji was still working on.
"Hey, Bennie?" Winnie turned to face the smol chef, holding up two bottles that she'd snagged from the fridge. "Chocolate sauce or whipcream?"
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Post by Feathertalon on May 28, 2018 13:28:23 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
A toothy grin spread across the boy’s face when he saw just how happy Winnie was about the prospect of a picnic. It was true what she had said - they hadn’t a picnic in ages! In reality they had a picnic about three days ago, but for Benji and Winnie, these picnics happened a lot more than just once a week. It was their thing, something they were good at and intended on doing for the rest of their lives together. With a friendship like the one they had where it was based around food, cuddles, and cuteness, picnics just so happened to be a big part of it all.
As Winnie gathered the basket of supplies that they would need, Benji finished up the first batch of pancakes. He hummed to himself as he started on the second, the first already stacked and ready to be packed. ”This will be so much fun!” Benji exclaimed, a purr rolling off his tongue. Having a picnic with his best friend in all of Auradon was one of Benji’s favorite things. If asked what his top three favorite things were, it would be pancakes, his family, and spending time with Winnie, especially spending time with Winnie while having a picnic.
When asked about whipped cream or chocolate sauce, Benji turned his gaze over to his friend. He thought for a moment, going through which one sounded better right now. Eventually, he came to his decision. ”Both if there’s room!” Why should they have to pick between the two when they were both just so delicious? To pick between those two would be like trying to pick if blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes were better, or like trying to decide a favorite child when they were both the favorite.
A few more minutes went by and eventually Benji had finished the second stack of pancakes. He added them to a pile ready to be packed. ”All finished here!” He exclaimed, turning to face Winnie to see if she was almost ready as well.
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Post by tess ✿ on May 28, 2018 14:09:26 GMT -5
<iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -114px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_17311499" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 154px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_67458019" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_75367560" scrolling="no"></iframe> Winnifred Grace Calloway daughter of Winnie the Pooh
The chubby bear-girl slipped a few finishing touches into the picnic basket, and then turned towards Benji with a beaming smile. She held the basket up over her head triumphantly, giving it a little wiggle. "Ready!" She called cheerfully, making her way back over to his side. She set the basket down on the counter and gently loaded the piles of pancakes into it. The smell was already making her tummy rumble, her mouth water.
The sooner they got to their picnic, the better.
And yet Winnie still felt like something was missing...aha! A quick survey around the small kitchen led her to a glass vase, which she swiped and slipped into the basket as well. What kind of picnic date was complete without freshly picked wildflowers? She thought long and hard for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not they'd forgotten something. All of the food was packed up, the fine china, the silverware, and the framework for some nice aesthetics. Was there anything else that they needed?
"Alright, B. I think we're ready to go." Declared Winnie, glancing up -the ever so slight distance- at her friend.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 28, 2018 20:56:45 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
The sooner they got out there and made their picnic, the better. Benji could already feel his stomach rumbling, telling him over and over again that it were ready for some fresh pancakes. ”Just a few more minutes,” he whispered to himself, chuckling ever so softly when his stomach growled as if in response. ”I’m ready, too, but we gotta get everything set up.” Hopefully he’d be able to make it before he starved to death. Pancakes were his ultimate weakness. Having a fresh batch made and not being able to eat any right away hurt a little bit, but he could do this. He was strong enough. All they had to do was find their picnic spot and settle everything into place, then he could eat all the pancakes he wanted.
Benji gave a little wiggle as Winnie went on to say that she was ready. He turned to help her load up the basket, putting some of the pancakes in alongside her as he hummed a tune to one of his fathers’ favorite songs. Of course it was a song by the one and only Gazelle. As the child of Chief Bogo and Clawhauser, it was only right for their son to have the same taste in music. Once everything was packed up he couldn’t help but give yet another wiggle, a happy purr rolling off his tongue as well.
”Everything’s ready to go!” He chirped, bouncing forward in his excitement. Benji headed on out of the kitchen and toward the exits, already able to taste the deliciousness of the pancakes and already able to relish in the wonder that was an outdoor pancake picnic with his best friend.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 30, 2018 0:02:05 GMT -5
Darcy Dollie Duck Daughter of Donald & Daisy Duck
Darcy nodded along rather excitedly as Montez explained his master plan. This is why they made such a good team, Montez was the brains and Darcy brought the punch. That was to say that Darcy was the natural champion of all things and Montez was the devious demigod at her side. Together they made an unstoppable team. Darcy and Montez: Dartez, the coolest of the cool, best of the best. They had anything handled, and plenty of churros to eat their way to victory. ”I like it, I like it,” Darcy told him with a grin growing wider and wider on her face. ”I call being the person that goes in and grabs Saros!” Darcy exclaimed quickly, sticking her hand in the air. That part of the plan sounded like it was best fit for a champion and Darcy was a champion.
Now that she had secured her position in the plan, Darcy looked to the other two, eyes falling upon Toby. ”Now, who do we know that could conveniently get hurt outside the room?” She asked, keeping her blue gaze right on the fox boy across from her. Toby fidgeted and looked away, Darcy kept eye contact. Toby looked back up. Darcy could see the sweat roll down the side of his face, eyes shifting from side to side, Darcy kept eye contact with him, the making of a smirk slowly easing it’s way up to her face. It wouldn’t take long for him to break, they’d have their fake injured person soon enough, she could feel it, deep down in her gut. Though that might also be hunger, adventures like this made her hungry. She’d have to snag another piece of bread after this stare down.
Finally, Toby broke and the fox boy let out a small sigh, bowing his head down. ”I’ll do it. I probably won’t even have to fake being injured anyways, knowing my luck...” He mumbled under his breath and Darcy let out a victory whoop, fist shooting up into the air with glee.
With a grin, Darcy patted him on the shoulder. ”Atta boy Toby, now get out there and get hurt,” she encouraged him, waiting for him to start off before she reached into the bag of bread to pull out another slice. ”Heh, I knew he’d break soon,” she muttered under her breath, smirking victoriously before stuffing another slice of bread into her mouth.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 30, 2018 0:35:40 GMT -5
Carmelo Dorian Rivera Son of Dante & Collette
It didn’t take Carmelo too long to get his skateboard, in fact it probably would have taken him no time at all if he hadn’t made a few stops along the way. Those stops having been the filming of robot girl fights princess and kicks trash. The title was still a work in progress, he’d have to look over the video and decide on a better title at a later time. Anyways first he had to film that because he could not miss that. However after that he had another stop to make when spotting a certain prince with his following servants.
Long story short, Carmelo was now walking over towards Berlin with three cucumbers and a forkful of salmon in his hands. ”Sorry I’m late, I got a bit distracted, but look, I’ve got my skateboard and I am ready to have some fun,” he explained with a grin, gesturing his head down to the skateboard kept snugly under his arms as he finished off the salmon and flicked the fork into the nearest trashcan. Carmelo licked his lips happily and held out the cucumbers for Berlin, a lopsided grin resting on his face. ”Cucumber?” Carmelo asked, waving the three cucumber slices in front of his fellow dog friend.
After that he snarfed down one of the other cucumber slices and dropped his skateboard to the ground, placing his foot on it as he offered Berlin the last cucumber that was lightly dusted in bits of salmon left over from the meal Carmelo had snagged it from. It was just a few cucumbers, no one would notice or even care if they had gone missing. The servant hadn’t even noticed when Carmelo took them right from under that silver platter.
Now finished with the food he had taken, Carmelo got his skateboard ready, grinning happily. ”Alright, so what’s the plan Berlin?” He asked, looking over to the actress girl excitedly. Now was when things got exciting.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 30, 2018 19:31:46 GMT -5
Adrian Benjamin Amable Blaise Arthur Bete son of Beauty and the Beast
Adrian in-took a breath to keep himself from yelling at the idiotic transfer. He lightly hissed out, "If you didn't want to lose your tongue, maybe you should have thought before sticking it between violin strings." He still didn't understand the appeal of that in the first place. How could anyone look at a violin and decide it was the most intelligent idea to lick it. Obviously it was not.
He knelt next to her to view the strings capturing Stella's tongue. It was just that- a tongue in between two thin metal strings. He briefly looked to the transfer unamused. If she had managed to stay calm, she probably could have got out of it herself. Too late. "I am going to move the two strings your tongue it stuck between away from each others so you can remove you tongue, free yourself. Understand?"
He carefully moved each of his hands to grab one string, doing his absolute best to avoid any slobber the girl could have put on his instrument. As soon as he got a good hold on them, he did as he said he would and pulled apart to allow her to free herself. Sooner this was over with, the sooner she would leave, and then Adrian could hopefully have some peace. Or decide to rant about this incident to his girlfriend if he could find her.
Once Stella was free, he let go of the strings causing a humming sound to occur from the vibrations. He went from the violin to glare at the girl. "Please tell me you learned something from the incidence."
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Post by CreamCrow on May 30, 2018 20:53:23 GMT -5
Berlin Silverlake daughter of Bolt and Mittens
"It's no problem." Berlin waved it off. Distractions were perfectly normal. At least he hadn't just ditched her completely. When he offered cucumbers, she gladly took them. And quickly ate them as well. "Should I question where you even managed to find these though? Cause I swear you always come around with food. Do you have a pocket dimension you carry with you that holds surplus amounts of food? Cause that would explain like, a lot."
Turning slightly on the skates, Berlin grinned. "Well, nothing too crazy. At least, not yet. But I heard that the school is emptying the pool for a day or two for maintenance. Empty pool are pretty great for a faux skating area." Probably not nearly as safe as the actual skate park. But it was bound to at least be a little bit of fun. "If you're up for it of course."
Berlin had had the idea in mind for a while now, and this was just the perfect time to act on it. She wouldn't look odd doing it alone either, seeing as Carmelo would join. The major risk aside from falling and cracking open a head would be getting caught doing something like that.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 1, 2018 11:41:53 GMT -5
Carmelo Dorian Rivera Son of Dante & Collette
Carmelo waved the notion off with a flick of his hand. ”A food dimension would be awesome, but I don’t have one stored away in my pocket,” he reassured her, glancing down towards his pockets as he stuck a hand in one just to double check. Yep, no food dimension pocket. Darn. ”Too bad, if I did, I’d never have to pay for food again and free food is amazing,” the dog boy commented, looking back over to Berlin with a grin. Imagine all the possibilities for a food dimension pocket, he’d never go hungry, no one around him would ever go hungry, there would be food for all and that would be incredible. Maybe he could talk to Saros or Stella about it, see if they could hook him up with one.
Now that was a good idea, sadly not one he could act on right now. Remember that Carmelo, talk to Mewni transfers about pocket food dimension. For now though, he had other things to think about, like the promise of fun and skateboards along with an emptied school pool. ”I like the way you think! Let’s do it, maybe some people will be around and see us and film it, and I can ask for the video for my channel,” Carmelo suggested, nodding along as he thought about the idea.
Usually Carmelo filmed all the videos that ended up on his channel, but he wouldn’t be able to film himself this time. Maybe he could let someone borrow his phone and film it for him so he could put it up there. His watchers would surely love this after all, and they deserved a chance to watch the C-dog in action. Besides, if there was footage, he could show Montez later and rub in his face that this is what happened when you didn’t let your best friend come with you to your secret meetings with ducks and foxes. Carmelo could have fun too, and that’s exactly what he planned to do.
Then maybe they could all get churros, because that sounded fun as well.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 1, 2018 21:51:42 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó son of miguel and calliope
Perfect. The plan was a go, not that Montez had worried too much about it all as he always had amazing plans, but worry was a natural emotion, even for a demigod such as himself. He could only have so much confidence, and anymore and he’d have Darcy beat in that, and nobody was allowed to beat the champion at her confidence game. Luckily together they had enough confidence for the whole kingdom of Auradon so that meant no other couple out there - platonic or romantic - would beat them at that.
Speaking of them beating people at things, Montez couldn’t help but snicker when Darcy beat Toby at who was going to grab Saros. The demigod wasn't surprised by how things worked out with the roles, though. He had been sure Toby would be put into the injured role whereas he would be the one to get the teacher leaving Darcy to get Saros. Knowing the strengths and weaknesses of this trio team, Montez was positive this plan was going to work and go without a hitch.
Amusement couldn't help but paint itself over Montez’s face when the whole Darcy versus Toby stare down happened. A few snickers also slipped from his lips. A part of him hated pushing Toby and making him do some of the stuff they made him do, but Toby was a trooper. A bad luck wielding trooper. And he was a Battleshipper, and Battleshippers did everything they could to help a friend in need - which that was Saros right now, a friend in need. The school had trapped him behind educational bars and was probably trying to brainwash him into being a perfect little princess. Nobody could have that. Saros wasn't meant to be a perfect princess, he was meant to be a wily trickster princess and that was that. Nobody, especially not the teachers of Auradon Prep, was allowed to try and change the eldest Butterfly kid.
It wasn't until after Darcy had broken the will of the fox boy with her death-defying duck stare that Montez snapped out of his thoughts. He brought his brown gaze over to Toby, a confident smirk pulling at his lips. ”You've got this. You're our number one fox, and, hey,” he began to add before turning toward Darcy, ”be careful. I'd rather you not get actual hurt.” Let it never be said that Montez didn't care about Toby’s health.
Attention now on both Toby and Darcy, Montez grinned. He even stood a little straighter, making himself taller. It was time to start this potentially fatal mission. ”Are we all in place?” He asked to the two as he prepared himself for his part of the plan. All he needed to do was run in, grab the teacher, and bring them to Toby. It would be as easy as it was for him to down a whole can of cheddar flavored Pringles in under a minute.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 1, 2018 21:52:12 GMT -5
Stella Butterfly daughter of star and marco
Why couldn’t Adrian just understand that it was a lot harder than he was letting on to not lick the violin? It was just so shiny and smooth looking, an elegant creature that just needed to have her tongue on it for a few seconds. It was impossible to not just do something like that, and for some reason the Bête just couldn’t get that through his head. Maybe one day he would understand.
The Mewni girl’s hopeful gaze was cast up at Adrian once again. It was up to him to save her tongue - the fate of her tongue lay on his shoulders. Stella fidgeted around a bit, anxious to get free from the instrument’s grasp. Right now she didn’t care what the prince had to do just as long as she was able to get out. So when he asked her if she understood she took a moment to go over what he had just told her and then nodded. ”Understoodth,” she murmured. Hopefully in just in a few more moments she would be free, would be a survivor of the treacherous violin.
It was hard for her to stay still as Adrian began to explain what he was going to do. Stella wanted to shimmy around in joy, wanted to wriggle around happily. She was soon to be a free bird, a free Stella. No longer was she worried about losing her tongue, oh no, she was sure Adrian could fix this problem now. He seemed determined. Yeah, he could do this. He would be able to get the job done and then Stella could go back to wreaking havoc across the lands of Auradon and even the lands of other dimensions.
Even with these thoughts going through her mind the young girl still found it oh so hard to sit still. You gotta do this, you gotta. If you don’t you’ll lose your tongue and won’t be able to ever eat corn again. You like corn, Stella. Do it for the corn. Yeah, the corn. Once this was all over with she was going to treat herself with some corn. A near tongue-death experience would be so much better with corn, even if Auradon’s corn was not as good as Mewni’s. Her corn thoughts were broken when she felt the pressure upon her tongue lighten up. As soon as she felt that satisfying feeling of freedom she pulled back, tongue no longer stuck in the strings.
”I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!” Stella practically victory-shouted. Without a second thought she reached up and grabbed her tongue, face lighting up with pure joy. She then let go. ”You did it! I’m not gonna lose my tongue anymore, and I can still eat corn and those grass jelly beans that I found out about and I can eat cake and fish and still lick ice cream and talk and sing!” She went on and on, her words practically merging together and losing all need for her role-player to use proper grammar. ”I can tell Saros all about this, too! He’ll be so happy that I got to keep my tongue.” Then, without warning, Stella flung herself over to Adrian, tightly wrapping her arms around him. ”Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She looked up at him still just as excited and still hugging him tightly. ”When my mom gets excited she likes to kiss my dad. Do you guys do that here? Should I kiss you?” Adrian was lucky on this, usually Stella didn’t ask about what was the proper Auradon response, she just assumed and went for it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 4, 2018 1:41:10 GMT -5
Tobias Vincent Tweed Son of Tod & Vixie
Well, he had no choice now. He was doing this, and he was going to do a dang good job as well. Perhaps it wasn’t the role he had originally wanted - couldn’t a guy mix it up for once? What if he had wanted to tell the teacher that someone was injured? - however he was still going to do his part and make this as believable as possible. Which shouldn’t be too hard considering how often he got hurt. Would he even have to pretend or would an accident happen before he even got the chance to act it out?
No matter now though, Toby had work to do.
So the fox boy walked down the hallway, stopping right in front of the door to the detention room just to make sure he was seen, and then he walked a few steps further, paused, and then let out an all too convincing cry of pain as he dropped to his knees and cradled his right foot. ”Owe! My foot!” Toby cried, gritting his teeth as a sharp breath escaped him. The fox boy rocked back and forth, squatting on the floor as he cupped his foot tenderly in his hands. ”Owe-“
Through the corners of his eyes, Toby looked around to see if anyone was nearby before he let out another whine of seething pain, gingerly standing up and placing his foot to the ground. He hovered it above the ground for a moment, an inch away from touching the floor, and then he let out a yelp, falling back to his knees as he pressed his back against the wall. ”I-I can’t walk on it,” he stammered, cradling his foot in his hands again. Usually, Toby wouldn’t make such a fuss over something so simple as a foot injury, he got those all the time. But today was different, today was special.
Today he wasn’t actually hurt, there was no true pain. Today he was merely acting.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 5, 2018 22:59:59 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó son of miguel and calliope
Alright, this was it. Once Toby was in place and had gotten himself “hurt” everything was a go. Montez knew Darcy had her part under control, he had his part under control, and Toby had his under control as well. Everything would go according to plan, he just knew it.
Montez stuck around for a moment, watching his fox friend get himself ready. He needed to stick around and make sure Toby was actually “hurt” before he busted into the detention room.
Montez would be lying if he said he didn't jump at Toby’s painful cry. Instinct had him wanting to run over and make sure the fox was okay, but he stopped himself. Toby wasn't actually hurt. This was all just an act, an act that he was playing the part of perfectly.
Snapping out of his worry for Toby the demigod turned and headed for the classroom door. He made sure to have a running start so that when he barged in he looked worried and rushed, like whatever was wrong couldn't waste any time. Montez managed to muster up some true worry when he briefly heard the next painful cries from his friend. Toby was almost too good at acting hurt. Now with a look of panic and worry on his face Montez rushed forward, reaching out and frantically opening the door.
He didn't even look around to see who all was in detention today in his haste to get his plan under way. Instead all he did was head straight for the teacher.
Auradon Prep’s detention teacher, Mr. Bruno, looked up when he noticed a commotion, worry showing in his brown eyes. Montez hated to worry the kind man, but this mission was extremely important. ”Toby’s been hurt! He did something to his foot. I think it might be broken!” The boy explained frantically, glancing behind his shoulder as if he was looking for the son of Todd and Vixie.
This spurred the dog man into action. ”How did he hurt himself?” Bruno asked as he motioned for Montez to come along.
Walking back out of the room the boy explained, ”We were walking down the hall and he tripped. He twisted his ankle pretty badly, I don't even know if he can walk.” Admittedly Montez was fitting into his role quite nicely as well. His voice was riddled with worry and he was stiff with concern yet acting quick to the draw. Maybe this was spurred by Toby’s realistic performance or because Montez was just so used to his friend being hurt that his emotions just assumed Toby really was hurt. Either way he was doing fairly well.
On his way over to Toby with Mr. Bruno Montez subtly motioned over to Darcy, letting her know that her role in all of this was finally starting.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 8, 2018 21:55:01 GMT -5
Darcy Dollie Duck Daughter of Donald & Daisy Duck
Darcy casually leaned against the wall, bag of bread in her hands as she reached a hand in to pull out a slice, taking a bite out of it while humming to herself. In the background she could hear Toby let out an all too convincing yelp of pain. ”Aye, good job Toby,” Darcy muttered under her breath as she took another bite out of the bread. Toby did a good job of pretending to be hurt, if Darcy didn’t already know about the little plan they had, she would have thought he had truly done something to his foot.
Finishing off her slice of bread, Darcy placed the loaf down on the ground to pick up on the way out. Taking a step or two away from it, she peered over the corner of the hallway to watch as Montez ran in to get that dog guy. Brutus or something. It didn’t take long to grab the teacher and on the way out, Darcy waited until getting some sort of signal from Montez. As soon as he gestured for her to go, Darcy grinned, taking the pair of sunglasses that hung off her shirt and placing them over her eyes. ”It’s go time,” She whispered to herself, starting off towards the detention class room. The only thing that would make this even better would be if the Mission Impossible theme song played in the background. That of course, didn’t happen and instead Darcy was left to simply imagine the song in her head.
She hurried to the side of the wall with the door to the detention room, inching herself along the edge of the wall before opening the door and rushing inside. ”Saros, buddy, grab your st-“ Darcy paused mid sentence when she noticed who was all in the classroom today. Val, Wakana, Ray, Mika, Fred, Vumbi, Waylon, and Margo. ”Full class,” Darcy commented with a smirk, letting out a quack filled laugh. ”What did you guys do? Throw a party in history or something?” She questioned, placing a hand on her hip as she snickered.
It was then that she realized that out of all the people in detention today, Saros was not among them. ”Hang on, Saros isn’t even in here,” she realized with a small shake of her head. Where was that guy? She’d say this was a waste of a trip, but there were still plenty of people to liberate from detention, a lot of which would probably otherwise be attending the Battleshippers meeting. ”Oh well, come on guys, gather your stuff, we’re breaking you out. We gotta hurry though, I’m not sure how much longer Toby and Tez can distract the teacher,” she explained to the group, gesturing for them to follow her out.
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