Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 4, 2018 16:59:52 GMT -5
Colette Jessamine de Vil
Daughter of Cruella de Vil and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
Of course, everything had been normal until Sanura arrived. Eli was normal, and the conversation had been pleasant enough. And the coffee? Fantastic. Had the goblins been hoarding this to themselves the entire time? Where on earth did they even get it? Nothing off the docks tasted like this, most of the time it was made with already used or expired instant coffee grounds. So the fact that this even existed made the de Vil girl curious.
And then San arrived.
The lioness had arrived with the tact and punctuality of a drunken buffalo, and despite her irritation, the whole display was vaguely comforting to the blonde. Or rather, not comforting. Collie was well aware that Sanura was dangerous, and if she put her hand even vaguely close to the duck, she was liable to lose it entirely. She wasn't an idiot, despite all damning evidence.
But the gesture was familiar, and she could deal with that. Maybe it even gave her a small surge of confidence, so that when the daughter of Scar turned her attention to her, she met that lime green stare with a steely one of her own.
Sure, she looked ready to pounce. And if she pounced, then Collie would surely not survive the encounter. But admitting that she could hardly hear over the blood rushing in her ears, or showing that her hands were shaking under the table? That was unlikely.
Instead, to give her hands something to do, the blonde took hold of her mug, slightly chipped as everything was on the Isle, and took a small sip of the coffee before she spoke to her rival.
"After you manhandled the poor thing, I think I'll pass. I don't know where your paws have been."
Collie wasn't too fond of eating meat anyway. Sure, that could change if the meat was from Auradon, but she'd had one too many bad experiences with the Isle meat. Rotten, foul, crawling with pests and disease. Fish and eggs were occasionally okay, but even now she wasn't going after the duck.
Instead, she turned her attention coolly to the High Priest, raising an eyebrow. "Shall we start the meeting, then, since we're all here?" Admit it or not, the blonde was curious about the details of his plan. After speaking it out with her sister the night before, it had become clear that this was their best option. One with the least amount of fighting, least amount of death, hopefully. But how Eli even expected to pull this off was a mystery.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2018 21:05:33 GMT -5
daughter of scar
All she had to do was act normal. That could be done fairly easy, right? So what if Collie was here and she hadn’t interacted with the mafia boss in years? That didn’t mean she had to act out of the ordinary and do something stupid. She just needed to be casual. As casual as one could be when perched atop a table while stuffing their face with truly fresh duck meat. Sanura really had to hand it out to Eli, though. He had pulled off an amazing feat by somehow getting fresh meat that wasn’t human based. This would honestly be one of the first times Sanura ever had fresh meat if it weren’t for, well, her exotic tastes in meat that included, but wasn’t limited to, human, Kakamora - because they totally weren’t as human as normal humans, and shark. Even still, she found it to be amazing and full of flavor, and quite honestly she had to stop herself from taking the entire thing of it and scarfing it down right then and there. Sanura could be somewhat civilized. Just because Collie had just said she didn’t want any didn’t mean Eli would be in the same boat. Maybe he’d want some of the duck, so she’d leave him some of the duck.
Though, now with trying to get herself to not eat all of the fresh meat, Sanura needed something else to preoccupy her thoughts. For a brief moment her gaze landed on one of the nearby cups that Eli had supplied for the meeting. A part of her felt the urge to reach out and mess with it, to slide it around the table, but she was stopped when she heard Collie spoke up. It had been so long since she had last heard that voice. Had she always sounded like that? There seemed to be an underlying tiredness there, something that Sanura didn’t remember the blonde ever having before. Maybe it had been there, Sanura had just been used to it back then. Maybe what had once been normal and accepted back then was no longer normal. Everything was different now. Everything had changed. Their relationship had changed. Collie had changed. Even San herself had changed. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in all of that right now. There were more important things to concentrate on.
Without the distraction of the duck, Sanura found herself glancing back to the cup. Well...messing with it never hurt anybody, right? Right.
Sanura stretched an arm out and began to lazily slide the mug around the table, her eyes watching it as it slid back and forth rather easily. ”They haven’t been anywhere other than at the ship and now here,” the lioness replied rather easily back to Collie, yet she still kept her gaze on the mug as it glided across the table with each flick of her hand. She was afraid that looking over to the de Vil would break her. Would make her do something that she couldn’t afford to do right now. Like blanket Collie or lick her or something. Even the big dumb cat could understand that now wasn’t the time for that, so she needed to hold back her impulses as best she could. And right now she was able to do that so long as she had the mug to play with.
But that’s when the mug decided to slide a bit too far to the left.
The lioness was quick to react. She lunged forward, reaching out with cat-like reflexes and grabbing the mug back in her hand. A wave of relief washed over her as she leaned back into a casual position, intact and okay mug in hand.
As if she hadn’t just pulled something stupid, Sanura glanced toward Eli, head tilted as she looked the high priest over. ”Well?” She questioned. ”I’m ready for this meeting to start if you are.” She was practically echoing what Collie had just said, but surely it would be helpful for them to know that she was just as ready for this to start as well.
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 4, 2018 22:02:04 GMT -5
Nanji Saif Namiri
Son of Nuru and Sabor
One of the wonderful things about the crews suddenly working together was that Nanji got to see his siblings more often. Another one of the wonderful things was that he got to earn money and spend time with his Dragon Hall siblings. Truly the best of both worlds, a wonderful compromise.
Which is why, today, Nanji found himself at his brother's front door. A few days ago he'd mentioned an...unruly customer of his that needed a little convincing, as far as payment was concerned. Normally, people would be easily intimidated by a man who was literally a tiger and a leopard, but some people were just stupid. And stubborn. Which was why the message needed to be sent a little more firmly.
With their fists.
Now, one might say it was terrible parenting to allow a baby to come along with his father to a beatdown of epic proportions, but Nanji believed in first-hand learning, and his little warrior prince had to learn how things were done at some point. Besides. Some parents literally brought their kids to the club and abandoned them to hook up with someone else, so he figured that this wasn't so bad.
Instead, Nanji ruffled Nkosana's mohawk with one big hand, then knocked on the front door of the Khan house. He wasn't going to barge in like some kind of animal.
"Ay, Somesh! It's me, open up!" He called, which was followed by delighted baby gargle from the little cub strapped to his chest.
He was secure with his masculinity, he could carry his son around in a papoose. Blossom needed her rest today anyway, so he didn't see the harm in letting the little rascal come to work with him today.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 5, 2018 1:48:17 GMT -5
son of shere khan and sabor
It wasn’t usual for Somesh to have so much trouble with a customer. Not many people were dumb enough to stare down a tiger-leopard and be difficult, and if they did then usually Somesh could sort the problem out by himself without a problem. After all, this was the same guy that had quite literally killed off some of the night howler competition some years back. He really wasn’t one to be cross with, and yet some idiot had decided to do just that. Somesh honestly didn’t like getting violent with others, not when he could help it. He much preferred giving out some sort of death glare or even going so far as to verbally threaten somebody, but as for getting physical with another person he tried his best to keep any scenario of that at bay. But this time around he felt it was necessary to take the warnings up a notch, and he had hired some help just in case.
Speaking of that help…
Upon hearing a knock at the door, Somesh made his way over to the door, relief washing over him when he heard that it was only Nanji and not somebody random. It didn’t happen every day, but every now and then somebody would just walk up to the house for some reason or another. Usually asking for some night howler or something, which wasn’t all that bad since he got money out of it, but Somesh wasn’t too fond of people just coming up to his house whenever they felt like it to ask for his services. He was a man that liked to have a schedule, liked to have things planned in advance, not something happen in random. So hearing it was Nanji, who he had planned to have at some point or another, at his door made the leoger relax.
Now, usually when somebody opens the door to greet their half-brother it’s done with a smile, but as soon as Somesh opened the door and saw little Nkosana strapped to Nanji’s chest there was a flash of confusion that went through his yellow gaze. ”Well, I wasn’t expecting you to bring the little guy,” commented the son of Shere Khan and Sabor. Not that he minded having the little panther-sheep aboard, all kids had to learn how to take care of things on the Isle as soon as they were old enough, but it just wasn’t something he had expected. And even after over a year it was still hard to imagine that his half-brother had been married to the daughter of the same sheep he had taken the night howler business from. Life could be strange, could it not?
Well, no matter. It wasn’t every day that Somesh got to be with his Serpent Prep side of the family, and even then it was that much harder to spend some time with his own nephew, but now that he was getting older and was more able to move around and see the rest of the world, Somesh was able to get to see him more often. Especially now that there was a truce between the gangs - however long that would last. But that was a thought for another day.
Now that Nanji was here they could be on their way. ”You ready?” The leoger questioned his half-brother. If Nanji needed to get or do something real quick then he was more than welcome to, but Somesh himself was ready to get this over with.
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 8, 2018 2:43:22 GMT -5
Nanji Saif Namiri
Son of Nuru and Sabor
Unlike Somesh's confusion, the panther had none of it. Instead, he flashed a warm smile at his younger brother before he explained. "Blossom needs her rest, and I don't want to pester Sola every time I need to go to work. So I figured you and I could teach the little guy how to handle business." You were never too young to learn how to fight for what was yours, after all. Fighting for survival was a fundamental lesson on the Isle.
"Ready and raring to go." He promised, when Somesh asked. Nanji pounded one huge fist into the palm of his other hand with a grin, which was quickly mimicked by the baby strapped to him. Nanji felt only warm pride at this, and how ferocious his boy already was. But enough of that warm fluffy stuff for now, they had a sucker to beat down. "Who is this clown anyway, bro? It's not every day when someone's damn fool enough to stand you up for payment."
How? Where? No, no, no. Fight. Run. Run. Get away. Get out.
How? Seen before. Know. You know. Tears. Screaming. Seen it before. Watched. Learned.
Get away. Get away. Leave.
Fresh, warm blood trickled down her arms as she continued to run, not allowing herself to stop until she found somewhere to hide. Somewhere to go. She needed to get away, she couldn't let herself stay there anymore. She had to get out. Had to leave. Had to leave. Get out. She drew in a sharp breath. What to say? What to do?
They attacked me. Blood. Had to get away. Want to leave. Scared. Fright.
Her mind was rushing through all sorts of thoughts at a million miles per hour. Everything around her seemed to blur into one big thing, alleyways turning into main walk ways, the main walk ways turning into more alleyways. Attacked. Need help. Help.
She didn't know where to go. She only had a vague idea of what lay beyond the cy-bugs' territory. She wasn't even sure how far she had run by now, all she knew was that her lungs were screaming at her for her to stop and the open cuts along her arms were still bleeding freely. Panic. Panic. Help.
Where could she go? Where was she?
Food. That smelled like food. She knew that where there was food there was people.
Even if she herself had no idea where she was, she could at least make out the fact that the ocean was nearby. The sharp scent of salt and rotting fish overwhelmed her, squeezing around her like some scarf that was much too tight around her neck. This was Serpent Prep territory, right? She knew a bit about the Isle's gangs. There were three of them. She knew the most about Dragon Hall, though. That's where she had lived. Or, well, the territory in which the cy-bugs stayed in belonged to the Dragon Hall gang. The green-haired woman had ran into a few mafia members here and there, but she had never really stuck around to figure much out. She knew a little bit about how people outside the cy-bugs acted. She knew a bit about how they acted and how they responded to things.
How would they react to this?
How? Just panic. Panic. Bleeding. Pain.
Now out in the open on the docks, she felt herself stumble and fall, her body unable to go any further. The breath was knocked right out of her lungs and she lay there, dazed, on the docks. The wounds along her arms weren't too terrible, but they had obviously been inflicted by something sharp, something meant to create pain.
The half cy-bug lay there, not daring to pull herself upward. She wasn't sure if she could get up. She wasn't sure if her body would let her.
She had just enough in her to raise her head forward, green eyes wide, voice trembling. "H...help..."
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 8, 2018 3:45:04 GMT -5
Akram Jian Agrabah
Son of Aladdin and Jasmine
"Um...hello?" Akram drummed on the door to a certain shack, it's location provided to him by a kid that was pretty eager to lead him here for a handful of coins. Hopefully, the fact that the little rascal scampered back into the shadows afterward didn't mean that the prince of Agrabah was about to get gutted by the Isle's doctor.
Isle's doctor. Now learning of Morrigan had been fascinating, hearing people reference her in his new school - Witch School. She was the woman you went to when you were hurt, and now Akram had to go see her.
Not that he was actually hurt, shockingly. At least, not majorly. He had a cut on his right hand from a broken bottle that someone had lodged into their front door when he'd first began scouting for directions, but he'd be fine.
"Miss Grimhilde?" He wasn't going to call her by her first name, they were complete strangers, and that was rude. Regardless, he had to get her attention somehow. The way the Isle inhabitants survived with what they had was interesting to him, and he wondered if there was some way he could even help improve things. Learn things from this Morrigan lady, and maybe teach her some things that might come in handy. That way, when she came to Auradon (and she would, by God) she would be prepared to study to be an actual doctor. That would be fantastic, and the more the prince of Agrabah thought about it, the antsier he got. "Are you home?"
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 8, 2018 4:39:56 GMT -5
Christian Hadley Badun
Son of Cruella de Vil and Horace Badun
"Ay Poppy, I foun' another one!" It was pretty ironic, the sheer number of injured animals that the collective de Vil family brought to Poppy's door for love and healing, if one paused to consider who their mother was and what she was known for. Thankfully, Hadley was far too concerned with more literal and realistic things than "irony" as he rattled the front door of the Cipher household. Namely, the small bird he had nestled in his favorite cap.
He'd found the little fella laying in the road, not even able to cry out from the pain it was in. He'd seen enough hurt animals in his apprenticeship to Poppy to know that its wing was most definitely broken. By now, he could put the sparrow's wing in a little splint on his own and watched over it, but he'd been on his way to Poppy's place anyway for another lesson, and he'd much sooner have an expert do it.
Hadley idolized Poppy Cipher, to say the least. From the day she'd saved their first cats - Chaucer and Wells - it was etched into his mind that he wanted to learn to help animals like she did. And with all the animals they had taken in over at Hell Hall, that was useful.
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 8, 2018 5:24:50 GMT -5
ChesTER CaDaNcE dE ViL
Son of Cruella de Vil and Cheetata
Chester's hands thrummed a quick and impatient beat on the front door of the Grimhilde home. He'd woken up to Hell Hall being practically deserted, and, well, with no siblings around, it was time to bother his buddy. He wasn't a baby, so he didn't have to be cooped up at home with the Dad Squad, or walked everywhere he went.
No, he was 13, and definitely a man now.
A man with a plan.
"Rise and shine, Emmett! The day's started and it's already hella late, let's go!" Sure, okay, maybe he was always in some kind of rush or another, whether it was breakdancing on the corner for some spare change or a distraction while someone else stole something, or he was just trying to get through the day, but he just rolled with it. Someone had to be ready to go 24/7, after all.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 8, 2018 18:19:29 GMT -5
son of shere khan and sabor
Somesh had already expected this team up with his older brother to be interesting. As it was already established there wasn’t many times when the leoger needed help. He was rather independent and could take care of things on his own, and while he was certainly a product of the Isle with being malnourished and even stunted, there was still a certain power to him. He wasn’t terribly thin, and he even managed to keep a certain amount of muscle to him. He wasn’t anywhere near what an Auradon kid would look like, but he wasn’t terribly unlucky even with being on the Isle. This certainly boosted his intimidation, so anybody sticking their neck out and going against him when he could easily snap them in two hardly ever happened. And Nanji wasn’t too terrible off, either. These two together were a force to be reckoned with.
Oh, and Nkosana. He was, too. Even if he was just barely a year old.
A faint chuff escaped the son of Shere Khan. ”Well, he needs to learn young. I’m sure this will be good for him. If we’re lucky he won’t need to fend for himself like some wild animal out here, but always better safe than sorry.” Even if his voice or expression didn’t portray it there was a faint worm of worry crawling around in his stomach as the words slipped off his tongue. The promise to get to Auradon was there, he had seen the transfers to prove it, but that didn’t guarantee anything. Somesh wasn’t so dumb to think that Auradon would just let them get off this barren rock just because a group of transfers said they were “good” enough to head across the ocean. He hoped beyond anything that at least little Nkosana could get off the Isle so that he could grow up in Auradon with both Blossom and Nanji there. Somesh also hoped beyond anything that his little sister would get to leave this place and go to Auradon. Kaish as well. He could honestly care less if he managed to get off the Isle just so long as those he cared about made it. He was fairing rather well here anyway, and Auradon wasn’t a need for him.
Nanji’s question pulled him out of his thoughts. His sharp yellow gaze turned up to eye the older of the two. ”Some guy named Herm or Heckmer or something. Don’t really care enough to get those details. But he’s always been a slimy one with a bad addiction. He’s of the unsavory kind, especially towards women,” the tiger-leopard added with a scoff of disgust at the end of his words. ”Thinks he’s big and bad, but we’ll knock him off his high horse, that’s for sure.” With that being said he gave a slight nod of his head, a silent message that meant it was time for them to head off and solve this problem before it went on any longer.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 8, 2018 18:20:16 GMT -5
daughter of mor'du and mama gunda
It wasn’t unusual to find the bearilla inside the shack that had once belonged to her father. She spent a lot of her time here even if she also stayed with the Grimhildes quite a bit. After her father had died and her mother left Morrigan had been unable to completely ditch the shack altogether. It was a nice place, run down like any home on the Isle, but it was wasn’t worth ditching. It was one of those places that felt like it wasn’t complete unless somebody lived inside it. Even if its inhabitant was mostly a tall bear-gorilla with her various patients and husband, it was still being used and to Morrigan that was all that mattered.
Without any current patients Morrigan was using this time to sit back and relax, something she didn’t get to do very often. She was sitting back in one of the old chairs that was situated in what was the living room area of the shack, her familiar stretched out on the floor not too far away. The Irish Wolfhound looked rather cozy, and seeing Nessie look so content and at ease put a smile on Morrigan’s face. Relaxing wasn’t something the large canine got to do a lot of, either. Not when she was always there at her person’s side when there was a patient in need of assistance or when Morrigan herself needed the comfort that her familiar brought her. Nessie had been there for the daughter of Mor’du through all sorts of ups and downs, and honestly the bearilla wasn’t sure what she would do without having the dog around. Seeing the dog being able to rest while Morrigan herself worked on a simple wood carving was peaceful. It was nice.
She got about half way through carving out the antlers of a buck when Nessie popped her head upward, ears perking forward. It wasn’t long before the tall dog got to her paws and headed for the door, looking at it in that odd knowing manner that every familiar had. Just as Morrigan was getting to her feet and up to her full height a knock came at the door. This wasn’t unusual, somebody coming to her shack in search for her. What was unusual, however, was the voice. This made the young woman stop for a second. Had she heard that voice before? And who referred to her as “Miss Grimhilde”? There wasn’t that sense of urgency behind the voice that she had come to recognize in panicked people, so she assumed this wasn’t some emergency, but she still didn’t linger for long in the middle of her living room.
Nessie moved to the side as Morrigan walked over and opened the door, revealing a rather tall man that she knew for sure she had never once laid eyes upon. Confusion washed over her for a second until a thought to send the emotion away came to her. A transfer. Auradon brought over transfers. She could only begin to wonder why this guy had come to her and why he already knew who she was - or at least to know of her last name. And why was he alone? She would have expected the transfers to stay in tight knit groups.
Ah, but these were questions she could ask later. Noticing how Nessie seemed to remain relaxed in the newcomer’s presence, Morrigan motioned for him to step on inside, moving out of the way for him to do so. ”You can call me Morrigan if you’d like, even Mo if you’d rather,” she responded once finding the words. ”And who might you be?” Based on his appearance he vaguely reminded the bearilla of Jalila or even the Serpent Prep member Bomani - or Lapis as she preferred to go by. Either way she could at least get an idea of who his parents could possibly be just by looking at him, but Morrigan wasn’t going to stand around and make assumptions when she could just get the answer straight from the source right here and now.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 8, 2018 18:20:49 GMT -5
daughter of finnick and pamela
There never seemed to be a dull day anymore now that she had started up her vet business. Something seemed to always be going on whether it was a new animal being brought in or it was the animals that were already here and waiting for somebody to pick them out and take them home. That was another thing that the Cipher household doubled as - or perhaps tripled as since it technically had three uses. A house, a vet clinic, and an animal shelter. Honestly it would probably be a good idea to find some other place that could be used for the clinic and shelter, but having everything in one place just made things easier. It meant she didn’t have to keep going back and forth from place to place, and if something were to happen to one of the animals she was taking care of she would always be there and ready to jump into action. Everything in one place worked for her. Maybe it wouldn’t for other people, but for Poppy it worked, and as long as her little family didn’t mind it then she was going to keep it that way. There was no reason to change something up if it made sense and worked.
The fennec fox-red panda had been checking on an older dog earlier that morning that she had taken in only a few days prior. The poor thing still looked pretty bad, skinnier even than the typical Isle dog. He even had patches where his fur had been scratched off and was now irritated and scabbed over in places. Poppy was sure he had mange, and while typically the most common form of mange wasn’t contagious, she could never be entirely sure considering there was no way to truly diagnose what type of mange the dog had. She could tell that he more than likely had mange, but here on the Isle figuring out if it was demodectic or sarcoptic, which was highly contagious. This uncertainty meant that she had to keep the dog under a strict quarantine. And since sarcoptic mange was contagious to humans as well as other dogs she made it a part of her routine after checking the elderly dog to jump straight into the shower afterward. She wasn’t so dumb that she’d risk the possibility of giving herself mange and then spreading it to Diggy and Dane and anybody else she was around on a daily basis. And considering they all had at least one animal parent it was possible that they’d be even more susceptible to getting mange, and that was something Poppy really didn’t feel like messing with.
She had just been finishing up with drying out her hair from the earlier shower when she heard somebody at the door. Pausing, she glanced upward, taking a moment to figure out who the voice belonged to. Luckily the voice was quite familiar. Hadley Badun, her apprentice and practically a second son. It wasn’t odd to have him show up at her door at any given time.
It didn’t take the short woman long to make her way over to the door and open it, greeting the boy with a warm smile. The smile was soon replaced with a look of concern as her green eyes glanced toward the cap that Hadley was holding. Without even asking what it was or what had happened Poppy was already motioning for Hadley to come on in. ”Let’s get what you have a place to settle in. What do you think happened?” She questioned, trusting Hadley to know what was wrong, at least from an outward glance at whatever he had. An animal’s injury or illness couldn’t always be detected by outward appearances, but a guess could typically be made by looking at its behavior. Whether it was sick, in pain, or injured would dictate how the animal reacted and behaved. Poppy had been mentoring Hadley long enough to feel pretty confident about his knowledge in this. He was proving to be an amazing apprentice, and Poppy just knew that he was going to make a wonderful vet on his own one day.
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 9, 2018 2:19:17 GMT -5
Akram Jian Agrabah
Son of Aladdin and Jasmine
The prince beamed happily as Morrigan invited him to use her first name. He'd been wanting to befriend his new schoolmates ever since he got here, and having the bearilla's approval to be less formal with her was a good start. He stuck his hand out, then, ready to introduce himself.
"My name's Akram. Akram Agrabah, but Akram's just fine." After all, if he got to use her first name, it was only fair that she could use his, too. "It's really nice to meet you, Mo. I've heard a lot about your skills as a doctor here." Hmm...maybe that was going a little too fast. Slow it down a little, cowboy. "What I mean to say is, I'm a transfer to Witch School, and I've heard a lot about you, and I want to be a doctor too, so I got curious." Should he have come to a stranger's house alone in an unfamiliar and hostile area? Probably not, but Mo was a doctor. She wouldn't destroy lives. And this was another way for them to connect.
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 9, 2018 2:42:00 GMT -5
Christian Hadley Badun
Son of Cruella de Vil and Horace Badun
Hadley let out a disgruntled "harrumph" as he gently handed the little sparrow to his mentor. "Some blinkin' tosser's been walkin' about here lately, smacking birds out of the air with a cane, that's what." He explained, shaking his head. "Poor rascal's wing is broke. If I coulda caught the slimy twit, I woulda slugged him."
That wasn't important now, though. He could ask his sisters to keep an eye out for the madman trying to slaughter birds for laugh later. For now, though, he tried to fill in Poppy on everything that was wrong. "It's wing's broken, alright, and it's definitely in shock. Ain't heard a peep from him since I picked him up, but he's still kickin'."
Post by arexasaurus on Nov 9, 2018 16:07:40 GMT -5
son of the evil queen and the magic mirror
Emmett did his best to be a good person, a great friend and amazing brother. When people challenged this, he usually came out looking even better. They never woke him up though. Not on a day where Emmett had absolutely nothing to do. In fact, Emmett had been peacefully dreaming about an orchard. Now, he had never had the chance to see a real orchard but he did happen to have an active imagination. His dream was heaven.
And Chester just woke him up from it.
So, naturally, Emmett started throwing things. First, it was just a pillow that ended up going in the opposite direction it was supposed to. Instead of hitting the intended target, Emmett got hit in the face. That just increased his horrible mood, so he wanted to throw more things. He tried the pillow again, and made the same mistake. Emmett unleashed a snarl and threw the next best thing, whatever was on his bed closest. This happened to be a shoe. Luckily for Chester, Emmett hadn't moved the pillow out of his face, so he ended up hitting the door instead of his friend.
This entire experience had made Emmett give up on sleep, so he slowly moved the pillow from his face, gave his friend a light smile and muttered, "Where are we going?" Now, he did feel rather bad about being so rude but he wasn't fully awake and therefore had no mind space for guilt. That would come later, and he would be sure to make it up to his friend.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 10, 2018 16:29:39 GMT -5
daughter of mor'du and mama gunda
Agrabah. Agrabah. The last name rung a bell inside the doctor’s head, but she couldn’t recall it straight away. She could tell you just about anybody’s parentage on the Isle due to their last name, but when it came to people outside of the Isle she was a bit useless. Of course, she had never dealt with people off the Isle before, and she had made sure to learn as many people as she could just so that if anybody came to her injured she would at least be able to refer to them by name. And it wasn’t hard for her to pick up on names, she was lucky in that department. But this Akram guy...he was different, and he was from Auradon. Which was exciting, but this was a whole new territory for Morrigan. She was going to have to start getting more information on these transfers, but that could wait until another time. Right now she needed to keep her attention on Akram, which shouldn’t be too hard to do considering how new and foreign he was to her.
It still surprised her that people actually talked about her, and not only that, but talked about her skills as a doctor. She had never been the most sociable of people, but at a young age she had found an interest in medicine and the human body, and along with the help of Uncle Bob’s science lessons to the kids of the Isle Morrigan had been able to learn enough to patch up various wounds and attempt to get rid of illness. Truth be told illness was a lot harder to get rid of than it was to take care of simple injuries. Wounds could be hard, yes, but at least she typically had the right stuff to deal with them. Illness was a different story. For medicine all they really had was Night Howler mixtures and expired medicines that had been tossed out by somebody from Auradon. Given that reason Morrigan had a much higher success rate when it came to dealing with injuries. She had been able to help heal wounds that ranged from everything between simple scrapes, cuts, nipple-losing wounds, whip lashes, people biting chunks out of their arm… But sickness was something entirely different. It was something she helped with of course, but illness always frightened her the most. It made her doubt herself. It had been sickness that had taken her sister years ago. There hadn’t been any way to stop it, and she knew that, but she still couldn’t get it out of her head that maybe if she had tried a little harder then her sister would have never died…
Morrigan shook those thoughts free from her mind. Now wasn’t the time to fall into that particular pit. It was about this time that the last name clicked and she had parents to the name as well. ”Son of Aladdin and Jasmine, huh?” She asked with a glance over to the guy. She was assuming, of course. Just because Aladdin and Jasmine had been together pre-Auradon didn’t mean one of the two had some secret affair between then and now. Either way she now knew why Akram had reminded her of Jafar’s own kids in physical appearance.
So he wanted to be a doctor? Now that was interesting. If he was Jasmine’s son then he was set up to becoming a Sultan, was he not? Not that kids had to go off and be what their parents wanted them to be, but wasn’t that a pretty big thing? Unless he wanted to be a Sultan and a doctor, which was perhaps doable if he wanted to deal with a never ending workload. ”Well, I don’t currently have any patients, but I can at least tell you about some of what goes on around here, though how we handle wounds and sickness is bound to be extremely different from how it’s handled in Auradon.” They actually had working medicine and true painkillers. Here on the Isle they had to use whatever they could find and hope for the best, so getting that out of the way so Akram was prepared was rather important.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 10, 2018 16:30:03 GMT -5
daughter of finnick and pamela
Before she could even stop herself a low growl escaped her. Somebody was just out there hurting birds for fun? Who did they think they were? What was the point in causing any animal unnecessary pain? And what was going to happen if this jerk started targeting animals other than birds? If she ever found out who this was and ran into the guy then she was going to show him what she thought about his little antics. They weren’t cute. Whoever this guy was better prepare himself. Poppy was small and relied more on sneaky tactics to win her battles, but she wasn’t above fighting, either. She was sure she’d get in a few good hits here and there, probably even bite the piss out of the guy, too. He would get what’s coming for him, that was for sure.
The fennec fox-red panda needed a moment to get rid of her anger. Now wasn’t the time to get worked up. She had an animal that needed her full attention and being angry wasn’t going to help the poor bird. Poppy drew in a breath of air, took a moment to just settle herself down, and then turned back to Hadley as he handed the small sparrow over to her. She took the bird into her hands, the tense anger in her body fading away as she took in the sight of the creature. ”Poor thing…” She murmured more to herself than anything. As Hadley had said the sparrow’s wing was definitely broken. The bird was holding it close to its body, or as close as it could. Where ever the break was - which looked to be in the radius or humerus, maybe the ulna - it was causing the wing to fall limp and had the bird been walking it would have been dragging pitifully across the ground. Repairing broken wings was always harder than helping a dog or cat with a broken leg. Birds were tougher than they appeared, but they were still much more fragile than other animals. Poppy had hope that the little guy would pull through, but she also realized that death was a very real thing and that it could be too late to truly save the sparrow.
Fixing the wing was important, but treating the shock was even more important. Shock could kill much faster than a broken bone ever could, and once they were able to stabilize the bird then Poppy would be more hopeful that the little thing could make it. The sparrow was showing all the obvious signs of being in shock. Unresponsive, breathing in slowly while breathing out quickly, and being fluffed up. They needed to get the bird somewhere that was somewhat dark and warm, somewhere it wouldn’t be disturbed for a few hours, either. ”Hadley, can you get a bottle and fill it up with warm water? You’ll need to wrap it around a damp washcloth, too.” It was thanks to emergencies like this that Poppy kept around some pretty odd items that would typically just be thrown out. Washcloths were common enough, but just having empty water bottles around weren’t as typical, but being a vet in a place where only the bare minimum, if that, could be obtained meant having a lot of items that could be found as odd lying around.
Knowing that he would do as she asked, Poppy began heading for her bedroom. There really wasn’t any spare room in the house thanks to what rooms they had were already in use, and it wasn’t like she had a huge house anyway. There weren’t too many houses on the Isle that were large save for a few, and those were already occupied by families much larger than her own. She decided letting it rest in her bedroom would make the most sense. She’d just have to make sure that if anybody went in there they’d be aware that there was a patient inside. ”When you’re done with that meet me in my room, okay?” Hadley had been her apprentice for long enough that he would know where to go.
Once she had made it to the bedroom she grabbed a blanket and a little crate she luckily had. After placing the blanket inside she carefully put the bird inside, situating the blanket to where it was covering the bird but wouldn’t somehow smother it if the sparrow fell over or something. Now with that finished all she had to do was wait for Hadley and then they’d have to wait it out to see if the bird recovered from the shock.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 10, 2018 16:30:51 GMT -5
Luna Rose McCoy
daughter of lil' lightning and ruby
To be honest, she had never expected that marriage would be so much hard work. Not that she couldn’t handle a little hard work every now and then, but for some reason the thought of doing something like this had crossed her mind. She had known that her and Camp would get a place of their own, and she had known that more than likely any place that they would find would need a lot of fixing up to do, and she was okay with that. Luna Rose had no problem with fixing up a shabby place and turning it into a home that her and her husband could live in comfortably. What she had a problem with was the fact that her brother-in-law was currently ramming his head into one of the walls in an attempt to break it down. A lot of the walls did need to be replaced, Luna Rose would agree with that, but she didn’t agree that the best way to break them down was by repeatedly stabbing them with nubs. Honestly, she was surprised he was still going at it. Wouldn’t that hurt? She was sure that if she tried that she would have been down with a headache by now, but Roe was still going for it.
A faint huff slipped from the dog’s lips. ”Do you really need to be doing this? There’s better ways to get rid of the walls,” she told the deer-dog right after ramming into the wall once more.
Roe paused in what was most likely to be another attempt at ramming the wall. ”I’m stronger than some dumb wall. It’s just taking a bit longer than what I thought it would.” He shot a glare toward the wall, forest green eyes narrowing as he grunted. ”But I’ve got this, trust me.”
For as long as she had known Roe she knew that if he ever said ‘trust me’ something bad was more than likely going to happen, but she also knew there was no way to stop the stubborn deer-dog. So instead of stopping him she shrugged. She wasn’t going to pick a fight that she knew she’d lose. ”Fine, but when you wake up with a knot on your head tomorrow then you have no right to whine about it.”
”Like that’ll happen,” Roe shot back right before thrusting his bone-thin body toward the wall once more, head ramming right into the wall. Luna Rose had to admit he made the wall give a pretty sizable shudder, but still no luck.
Then whatever luck, if it could even be called that, Roe had ran out. Instead of just stepping back like he had been doing the deer-dog had quite literally gotten himself stuck in the wall. Even if his little antler-nubs were merely buttons, they could apparently get Roe stuck in a wall.
Before she could stop herself Luna Rose let out a sharp laugh. ”Would you look at that. I’ve heard of people in Auradon having deer heads mounted on their walls, but this just seems to be a bit much.”
An odd growl-bleat came from Roe as he kept trying to pull himself free from the wall. ”Shut up! At...at least I can stab things, so you better watch it,” he threatened.
The daughter of Lil’ Lightning and Ruby scoffed as she walked over, amber eyes looking the situation over for a moment. While the whole situation was rather amusing, she did have to admit that she felt a bit bad for Roe, but he had been asking for something to happen. ”Hey, Camp!” The canine called over, turning to look around for wherever her husband had gotten himself to. ”We’ve got a new addition to the wall over here.”
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 12, 2018 4:10:14 GMT -5
Akram Jian Agrabah
Son of Aladdin and Jasmine
Nodding when Mo guessed his parentage, Akram figured it'd help to elaborate. "The one and only." He promised, making a small, slightly extra sweeping gesture with his hands. It was true. He had zero siblings. None at all. He'd been an only child for all his life, and while he was often pretty curious about what it might have been like to have a sibling, he couldn't say he was jealous. His girlfriend had enough siblings for the both of them, really.
When the conversation moved to Mo's practice, the prince of Agrabah found himself intently focused on this part. He was curious about the bearilla woman's methods when they had so little. "It's bound to be very different, you're right. But that's the interesting part about it? You could tell me how you do it, and I could share how it's done in Auradon, and then we both learn something, right?"
Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 12, 2018 4:43:44 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy
Son of Cash and Dixie
"What in tarnation?!" All things considered, if you asked Camp, fixing up his and Luna Rose's new home was going pretty well, and the dog man was pleased as punch. Between the two of them, his brother, and their ma and pa, they'd been making great progress. The ginger-haired man had left to hunt down a sledgehammer, and...found himself looking at the "all things considered" half of things.
"Well now, I'll be." Camp tried his best not to laugh. He really did. It was a valiant effort, and he'd always tried his best to boost his brother's confidence, not lower it. But Roe was such a character, sometimes he couldn't help it. And one look at his little brother stuck horns-first in a rotten wall was what it took to defeat him. "Ahaha! Roe - whoo - if you wanted to stick around, y'all could've just said so! This - hahaha - this seems a little extreme!"
Okay, so maybe sometimes, he couldn't help but to poke fun at the little guy. They were brothers, after all.
Karma got him back for it anyway.
Camp found himself laughing so hard that he was bent over double, and this action caused the sledgehammer to swing down from his shoulder and drop down onto his foot.
This set the young hound dog to howling, baying out every word under the sun that he could think of. Most of them weren't even intelligible, really, but oops, it must have hurt.
That's what you get for being mean, Camp.
When he finally cooled down and his foot had stopped hurting a little less, he made his way over to his little brother, ruffling Roe's hair a little. "Let's work on gettin' you unstuck then, bro. It might take a couple tries. You're stuck tighter'n a hair in a biscuit."
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 12, 2018 16:44:03 GMT -5
Luna Rose McCoy
daughter of lil' lightning and ruby
This whole situation was rather amusing truth be told. Sure, if positions were reversed and she was the one stuck in a wall - which would never happen, she was smart enough to not get herself in such a situation - then she wouldn’t be finding this funny at all and would most certainly attempt to bite anybody who laughed at her, but it wasn’t like that. Luna Rose was perfectly safe and not stuck so the whole thing was worthy of a good laugh. It wasn’t like Roe was hurt or anything. His pride was bound to be wounded, but that’s what he got for ramming his head into a wall multiple times. Seriously, who did that and expected actual results? She had even told him over and over again that his methods wouldn’t work, but did he listen to her? Of course not. Roe listened to himself and that was about it. Well, he’d listen to Camp on most days, but even then Luna Rose had never known Roe to be somebody to listen to somebody other than himself 100% of the time.
Seeing Camp now bent over in his own laughter, Luna Rose couldn’t help but add her own into the mix. ”Now who gets to say they’ve been stuck in a wall before? This is probably a first,” the dog quipped. ”I’ve never heard of somebody getting into this kind of predicament.” She was going to go on to say more, but a growl from Roe stopped her. Amusement flashed in her amber eyes all the more at the sound. He really wasn’t making things any better for himself, and could anybody take any of his weird growl-bleats seriously? The noise in itself was laugh worthy.
”Shut up, the both of ya’ll before I do you like I’ve done this wall,” Roe grunted as he gave another attempt to pull himself free from the wall. No luck. He was still stuck, grumbling and muttering all the while under his breath.
Okay, maybe it was time to take pity on the poor guy. He could stay stuck in the wall for only so long. And while it was funny, Luna Rose did understand that a joke could only go so far before it became not funny. And it wasn’t like Roe would end up in some odd predicament again later for Luna Rose to laugh about. There was always something with that boy.
She was just about to start attempting to get him unstuck when a sharp howl pierced her ears. Not expecting such a noise Luna Rose jumped forward, a startled bark slipping off her tongue. After a moment of recollecting herself, she turned over to glance at Camp. Concern sparked in her gaze for just a second. What had he done? That howling had obviously come from him, but why and what happened was beyond the daughter of Lil’ Lightning. ”What happened? You okay?” Looking him over she picked up on the sight of the sledgehammer now on the ground and something told her it had to do with that, but that was only her assuming. Besides, he seemed to be okay now that he had gotten all those howls out of his system. As long as he was okay was what mattered in the end, and maybe later they could get revenge on that sledgehammer. .It could be a bonding experience or something.
Sledgehammer and revenge against it aside, Luna Rose went back to paying mind to Roe and his stuck self. ”I can get out my-”The deer-dog started, only to stop and give up his wiggling around when Camp ruffled up his hair. Well, if patting his head made him calm down then maybe Luna Rose would have to try that out herself when the angry thing got worked up.
Post by Feathertalon on Nov 12, 2018 16:44:40 GMT -5
daughter of mor'du and mama gunda
That was the interesting part of it, the differences. She had heard that Auradon did medicine a lot differently, but that was about all it was, simply hearing that it was different. Never before had she been able to see the difference, and maybe she still wouldn’t get to see any differences here with Akram, but she’d get to hear about them in a way she had never heard about them before. This was coming straight from an Auradonian source, there was no way his information would be wrong. Well, it could be if he wanted to tell her nothing but lies about Auradon medicine and doctor practices, but Morrigan already felt like she could trust this guy. He just didn’t seem like the type to lie about this, and he seemed genuinely excited about this as well. If that wasn’t reason enough to believe he was serious about this then Morrigan was a lot more suspicious of people then she thought.
As if thinking about whether or not she should trust the guy, her most accurate method of knowing when something was okay or not finally came over. Nessie, after having checking things out from the side, got up to her paws and padded over to Akram. As she neared her tail began to wag and she leaned forward, nudging Akram’s hand with her nose in a gesture to be pet. Her tail continued to wag as she parted her jaws just enough to let her tongue loll out. Her familiar’s actions brought a smile to Morrigan’s face. ”Hope you don’t mind Nessie. She seems to already like you quite a bit.” If Nessie could trust Akram then so could Morrigan. If the canine was already so approving of Akram then Morrigan could be as well. It was a simple fact to anybody who had a familiar - if the familiar liked somebody and approved of them then surely that person wasn’t bad.
Now that Morrigan had established that Akram was true to his words and true in his curiosity, the bearilla motioned for him to come on in. ”So what are you more interested in? Injuries, illness, something else?” She asked as she walked over to the main room of the shack. ”You can take a seat if you’d like,” Morrigan then added, nodding toward the few chairs that were around along with the one couch. It was shabby, old, and used, just like anything on the Isle was, but it did its job and worked well. Before anybody else could make their decisions on where they were going to sit, Nessie claimed her spot on the couch, stretching out her long body. Her eyes looking toward the Auradonian transfer, she let out a faint huff which was essentially her way of asking for Akram to come on over and sit beside her.
Before letting herself get too comfortable, Morrigan decided she might as well be a good host and offer refreshments or something. She didn’t have a lot, but her offer would stand. ”Before we really get started do you want anything? I should have some crackers,” which would be stale, ”then I could get you something to drink if you’d like.” She really only had water and even some of the alcohol that she kept around. While most of that was used for medical purposes Morrigan always had a small stash kept around just for drinking it. What could she say? Even if she had been born on the Isle and may never visit the homeland of her father, there would always be that penchant for alcohol.
Post by Spooky Cookie 👻 on Nov 12, 2018 23:10:10 GMT -5
Elijah Amery Grimhilde
Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
It took Elijah all of five seconds to realize that perhaps bringing the two female leaders under one tent might not have been one of his best ideas. The room felt tense, so tense that if Elijah asked Charlie to come in here with a pair of scissors they could literally cut through the tense atmosphere as if it was fabric. Though maybe that was just him, maybe the other two weren’t near as tense as the atmosphere eluded to them being.
There was no way to know for sure. Either way though, it wasn’t as if this meeting just couldn’t happen, it was essential for them to move forward with their plan. If they wanted to get off the Isle, they needed to unite and put their heads together, and to do that all three of them had to be on the same page. It just wasn’t negotiable.
Elijah remained silent for a few minutes as Collie and San stared each other down, and then San nearly dropped one of his cups. Instinctively he grabbed for his notepad, writing down a quick note that he might just have to buy new cups after all of this, just in case that wasn’t the only cup that fell and the others weren’t quite as lucky as that first one had been.
”Right,” Elijah started, pushing the notepad aside for a moment as he folded his arms, clasped his hands together, and looked to the two other Isle leaders. ”To start this off, I would like to thank each of you for coming. Something like this has not been done before, if we are truly to get off the Isle we must pool together our resources and work together,” he explained, looking from Collie to Sanura. ”Seeing both of you here shows me that you agree,” Elijah offered the two of them a smile, reaching for his notepad once again. ”Earlier today I had the pleasure of talking to a transfer. Her name was Maggie DunBroch and she was able to give me a rundown of just how many transfers we’re dealing with and just what they plan on doing here,” he explained, getting right to the matter at hand even as his shoulder began to ache at the reminder of his impromptu lesson with the Auradonian.
There was no time to waste, nor did he want to leave room for any arguments to break out. ”We’re looking at around twenty transfers from Auradon separated into Dragon Hall, Witch School, Serpent Prep, and some that don’t seem to have a particular school they’re attending,” Elijah continued, eyes scanning over his notes as he spoke, barely looking up from them. ”I feel as if it would be a good idea to get to know all of the transfers whether they attend your school or not. We want to get on their good sides, plus it wouldn’t hurt to know what exactly we’re dealing with individually, not just as a group,” as Elijah continued to flip through his notes, he paused for just a second, pondering on the best time to stop and let the other two have a go on what to say.
Perhaps now would be a good time for that, Elijah could cover more as they went along. ”Have either of you met a transfer yet? I’ve met a couple so far, but not nearly enough to get an idea of what they’re like,” Elijah explained, stopping there to let Collie and Sanura speak up instead.
After all, there would be plenty of time for him to talk throughout the meeting, and hopefully they were far enough into the meeting that any skirmishes between them should be avoided, leaving way for talk and planning.
Post by Spooky Cookie 👻 on Nov 12, 2018 23:11:45 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh
Son of Bagheera & Vitani
It was a wonder how Basu had gone from wanting to introduce Earl to easily the two most important people in his life, to worrying about all the things he didn’t know about Earl, to out right panicking about it, to casually talking about the difference between the jungle and the savannah with his new boyfriend. It had thrown his emotions into a whirl but when were they not? Besides, all things considering, this was pretty nice. Maybe this was how they got to know each other, through simply talking and bonding along the way. Of course it still left Basu with plenty of questions of his own, but for now he was content to listen to Earl talk about whatever he pleased....even if he got a few facts wrong.
Basu didn’t have the heart to tell him that cocoa bean trees were not native to India. They’d have better luck searching west African countries like Ghana or Nigeria. Or even a few select Asian places like Indonesia or Malaysia. That was something Basu could clear up to Earl on another day though, after all, where the cocoa bean trees were weren’t quite as important as the fact that at least Auradon had them. Or at least, that’s what Basu thought. After all, a world without chocolate was a dark and depressing world to live in. They should all be very grateful that cocoa bean trees existed at all, and Basu stood by that.
Giving a relaxed smile - which was probably a weird look on the never relaxed leopon - Basu figured this might take awhile, and sat on the ground, propping a leg up to rest his arm on his knee. ”When you come with me to Auradon, you’ll have access to as much chocolate as anyone could ask for,” he promised, voice strong and firm. He had already made up his mind a long time ago - or at least that’s what it felt like - that no matter what, Earl was coming with him to Auradon. That just wasn’t negotiable, and if any of the other transfers had some sort of problem with it, they could bring it up to him.
Bash and Shomari. Earl had mentioned them before as well. Cousins of Earl’s. They’d have to come too, of course. It would be cruel to let Earl come to Auradon when the family he had here couldn’t come as well. ”They can have chocolate as well, and crabs too, I guess...” Crabs were kind of a weird thing to bring up when they were talking about chocolate, but Basu could work with this. ”Though, you may wanna stay away from Sebastian, he probably wouldn’t appreciate it if you ate him,” he joked lightly, chuckling to himself.
See, it was funny because Sebastian was a crab.
Speaking of Sebastian though, the mere mention of the uptight musical crab brought back a memory for Basu that he’d rather forget.
Here on Auradon.
The whole reason he was here on the Isle in the first place, and something Earl could never know about. In fact, if Basu had his way, no one here would ever find out about his little impromptu jazzercise musical number and everyone on Auradon would mysterious forget all about it. That way he could take it to his grave. But still, despite how incredibly embarrassing it had been...especially when Tumelo had oh so kindly informed him that he had been filmed by that half hairless dog the entire time, Basu did have to give it a little credit. After all, without Here on Auradon, Basu wouldn’t have caved and agreed to come to the Isle. He’d still be on Auradon, likely doing something stupid and with less head injuries.
She gave the initial excuse and he could simply cross his arms, eyebrow raised as though waiting more an explanation from her. Was it truly an acceptable reason to abandon school? Well, Charlie was a friendly cat, and he supposed upsetting him in anyway was unforgivable, but Amador was here not to be reasonable. He was here to honestly, make Amorette feel worse about being absent during his return to home. It wasn't something fair, but he wasn't feeling very fair about it.
Just bitter and sour and salty. He probably didn't taste all that good.
When she finally continued with the fact she fought an ogre, he couldn't say he was being the concerned brother he should be. He rolled his eyes and and nodded his head a very sarcastic, "Mmhmm, absolutely." There was reason to doubt that given ogres weren't friendly and she didn't seem all that hurt. Which would happen if she were to get into a fight with an ogre. "Now, tell me, was this before or after you met the kid who could use his magic hair on the Isle?"
Moving across the room as she eventually continued with her doubt he would have noticed she was gone, adding in the comment about him and mother, his face contorted to something of disgust and a light annoyance. "Oh, absolutely, you just know how much I enjoy spending time with the old wench. Wench, hag, saggy sack of bones and meat, any other names I should call her?"
With a grimace, the sour taste of even implying (though it was absolutely sarcastic) that he would ever willingly spend his time with their mother now lying in his mouth. "No, you dimwit, I was at school seeing as today is a school day. Perhaps you missed the memo? Given you decided to spend the day 'fighting ogres' rather than being a good child. Perhaps I should give it a try sometime, see if she finally leaves me alone too," he spat out.
Maybe if he skipped school and was an irresponsible child as well, she would stop picking damn fights with him. Given Amorette did so, and he had never seen a hair touched on her head. An ungrateful little child she was about it too- as though she didn't realize the brunt he got from it.
"I am the shadow on the moon at night, Filling your dreams to the brim with fright, this is halloween, this is halloween," sing-songed the girl, skipping slightly past the docks.
Find some snakes and spiders, get back home, boil some water, and add them in! Honestly, she was looking forward to wandering in Witch School territory. Perhaps she wasn't really magic... was she? Her dad was the boogie man, basically a burlap sack that moved around with so many bugs, with only one in control. He was strong, and had that weird wind suction thingy before the whole Isle.... Could she do that one day?
Just one large gulp in and spitting it out like the big bad wolf working through those houses. And there Candy was, taking in a breath and aiming it at wherever she could. There was the straw house.Whoosh. Blown down in hardly a breath. She took another one in and looked at a different direction. It was the stick house.Whoosh. It was gone too! One more left to go, she took in a deep breath and she could see it- the brick house- the breath she let out wasn't a huff or a puff, it wasn't even a breath. She could only hold it in some surprise.
Good job, Candy. Candy Bash October Boogie. Boogie Bash October Candy. Bash October Candy Boogie. Wasn't her name fancy? Could arrange it in a ton of different ways and still sound really natural. And cool. She got lucky in the name department. She liked October (Halloween was the bomb), Candy too! Bashing people's heads in always looked fun on Tv.... Hah. And then it sounded like she was always down to dance! The boogie!
Wow, good job at getting really off topic, Candy-fly.
"Oh." Candy had moved closer to the girl on the ground, before leaning directly over her. She could even see her own pigtails, each split between a bright neon green and neon pink, dangling in front of the out-of-breath girl's face. "Hey, are you doing swell? I mean, it doesn't look like it, but looks can be deceiving y'know."
That was an odd piece to end it on. Shouldn't stop there then.
"Like a- ooh! Ooh, I have a good example!" Candy said excitedly, before taking a seat next to the girl, attempting somewhat to help the girl sit up so they could talk out in the middle of the docks like the most normal thing in the world. "Like bobbing for apples! Never know which one has the razor blade! Until you find it. I did once. Couldn't eat for a week without tasting blood. It was disgusting. But then, there is also normal candy that could be weed or poisoned- according to my dear old dad.... The former not sounding too bad, better than the poison. Couldn't stop vomiting for a bit. Thank god it wasn't at the same time. Could you imagine throwing up with blood because your dad made you eat a poisoned razor blade apple?"
"Do you think next and neck look pretty similar? I think they do. Just change two of the letters. But I could also say half the letters, but that sounds so much worse than two. Weird, isn't it? Language is weird."
You. Are. Not. Helping.
Fair point, but good question, no?
Didn't she say she needed help?
"Oh, right! You said... H-Help, didn't you? Wait. Wait, let me get that right. H....help.... . Did I do it right? I think so. Uh, right, helping you! I can help you! Maybe. What do you need help with.... miss.... mister?.... uhm.... why is there no gender neutral term for miss and mister. I feel our society is failing. Or maybe I'm dumb. But, wouldn't want to assume genders. Rude, y'know. I'm a female by the way! Female bug creature monster thingy who- yeah. Uh. Candy! That's my name.... Well, technically it's October but that isn't important."
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Firedance: Did anyone else get that Err Bear thing a while ago?
Oct 16, 2019 20:50:42 GMT -5
B: Sometimes I wonder what dogs are saying when they bark
Oct 17, 2019 20:42:31 GMT -5
Fire the ventrexian: the challenge in letting dogs vote is then you'll have people committing dog voter fraud. they already have a superbowl. just let them be.
Oct 17, 2019 20:49:30 GMT -5
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ: the Canadian federal election is in full swing & honestly dogs for pm isn't looking so bad rn
Oct 17, 2019 21:02:33 GMT -5
Fire the ventrexian: I mean, at least a dog can't be controversial. can't say they'll get much done, though.
Oct 17, 2019 21:11:48 GMT -5
infinities: dog suffrage. ruffrage
Oct 17, 2019 23:19:33 GMT -5
ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ: it's not like the actual candidates would get more done than a dog...let's be honest here. and at least dogs are cuter to look at than the candidates, lol.
Oct 18, 2019 7:19:17 GMT -5
Fire the ventrexian: I'm from the U.S. so I'm not familiar with the Canadian candidates for PM, all I know is trudou was an idiot
Oct 18, 2019 8:05:42 GMT -5