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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:20:27 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellbethabelle
A low whine came from over by the ocean water as it lapped at the sandy shores. The whine wasn’t directed toward the ocean itself, rather it was directed toward the whining dog’s owner. ”Talulah, no. You can’t drink the water. You know the salt will make you sick.”
The black and white canine let out yet another whine as she glanced from Celeste to the ocean once more. As a familiar Talulah was pretty smart, smarter than the average dog, but that didn’t mean she had her moments in where she acted like a regular canine. A dog was still a dog regardless if it was a familiar or not, and right now Talulah seemed to be intent on drinking the salty ocean water. Maybe Celeste should have packed some actual fresh water or something, but she hadn’t been thinking that far ahead. Instead all she had brought down to the shore was an old basket used to carry even older and chipped glass jars that she had managed to collect over the years. Most of the time she would find broken jars that wouldn’t hold even a drop of water, but she had found a few here and there that would work perfectly for what she had in mind. She was out collecting some salt water to boil down later to get the salt out of it. From there she would turn the salt into salt crystals where she planned on putting them on some string she had and making some necklaces out of it. It wasn’t much, but it was part of what she sold at her tent down at the Court of Miracles along with the tarot cards she made, some just generic and some specialized if personally asked, and along with any readings that people might ask for. While the salt crystals weren’t much, they were some of the only “jewelry” items that could be made on Isle. Of course the salt could also be used for cleansing energy and whatnot, but that was more for the coven itself. The other gangs didn’t quite believe in some of the actions the coven did.
It wasn’t long until another whine came from Talulah as she waddled back over to Celeste, looking up at the unicorn and then back to the water. Celeste sighed, reaching down to pet her familiar on her head. ”I know, I know. But that water will make you sick and we can’t have that.” The last thing Celeste wanted was Talulah getting sick, especially when she was so close to having her puppies. Honestly it could be any day now that the border collie mix would have her litter, and she needed to be as strong and healthy as she could be for when that happened.
With Talulah now at her side Celeste glanced around to see if she could spot any sign of her brother nearby, her only sibling she had left on her mother’s side. Despite them both being busy with their own priorities they tried their best to get together and do something with one another at least once a week. The both of them had learned the hard way that at any given moment family, or just those they cared about in general, could be taken away. To Celeste at least it was important to spend time with the family she had left - Dane, Diggy, Bonnie - because she knew something could happen. It was a thought that was always in the back of her mind even if she tried to push it away. The lingering fear of waking up one day and watching somebody like Dane be slaughtered, his blood rushing out of him like a never ending pool of scarlet…it was always there. So when she got the chance to spend time with anybody she cared about she did her best to cherish every second of it.
A small smile pulled at the blonde’s lips as she glanced back down at Talulah. ”Dane should be here soon. Maybe he brought some water for you.” Honestly she should have been smarter and brought some for the dog, but she just hadn’t thought about it and now poor Talulah was going to have to go thirsty for a while longer. Way to go, Celeste, you’re totally an amazing pet owner.
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Post by . on Nov 22, 2018 23:18:04 GMT -5
Cyrus Dev McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
Cyrus Dev McCoy had been getting into some trouble. While it wasn't exactly known what he was getting into, it was obvious in the way the boy's hair was tousled up and dirt streaked his skin. The McCoy boy usually wasn't in the best of shape. He was always a mess - ripped clothes, dirty skin, and wild hair. He'd been compared to an animal before. None of these comments - or the fact that he looked like the living embodiment of chaos itself - seemed to bother the 18 year old. In fact, he seemed to take pride in it.
Yes, while Cy should be doing literally anything useful and being a productive member of society, he spent his time getting in trouble. It could be argued, however, that almost anyone on the Isle was trouble. But Cy? Well, he called himself King Chaos for a reason. He left a path of destruction behind him. He was like a storm. Maybe the son of a Hurricane and an Earthquake would be a better title for him than the son of Cash and Dixie.
As always, he sauntered back to the rest of his family with a confident smirk. Apparently they were supposed to be building a house? That's what he'd heard, but he'd gotten, ahem, tied up in some business of his. He was late to the party - again, not uncommon - but that fact didn't seem to bother the young man as he made his way to the gathered family - Cash, Dixie, Camp, Luna Rose, and Roe. Cy liked them, even if he occasionally pretended to be annoyed by his brothers and parents.
"So... who's ready for the party to start?" Cy asked, his eyes roaming the faces of the others. "I, ah.... I'm a bit later than I planned, but..." he trailed off with a slight shrug of his shoulders. It didn't matter. He ran his fingers through his mess of a hair and smirked. He didn't need to share what he'd been up to. Hopefully no one would ask anyway. One didn't have to know Cyrus for long to know that questioning what he was doing was a bad idea. Generally, the details were better kept in his own mind.
"Someone hand me a saw... or a hammer... whatever I can use to cause damage." Sly glances were tossed to his older brother and sister in law. While he was a known fan over destruction, greatly preferring it over construction, he wouldn't do anything to delay the progress of the house. It wasn't a simple job to build a new living space for the couple... Of course, if there were any jobs that included breaking things, Cy was more than willing to volunteer his own time.
"And Roe," he greeted, giving the last brother a nod. Most of his focus had been on the couple, but he didn't want to leave Roe out of the greetings. He made a move to push some hair from his eyes, still making no move to clean the dirt streaking his face. His shirt was half tucked in and half hanging over his mud streaked and ripped pants. There was a small cut over one eye with dried blood crusting it. None of this seemed to bother Cy.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 27, 2018 11:47:56 GMT -5
Waeringawicum McWisp son of white rabbit and bandersnatch
”Can you actually believe that somebody would actually sit down and read something like this? Like, look at this.” The tall boy reached down so that the large rabbit standing beside him could get a good look at the book that he had in his hand. The cover showed the heads of three cats - a black one, a golden one, and a gray one - in an oval. The rest of the background depicted a storm with some trees. It was an okay cover for a book, not the best that Waeringawicum had ever seen, not that he had seen a lot of books in his life. Apparently somebody on Auradon thought the book wasn’t good enough or they wouldn’t have tossed it out to the Isle. When he had first found the book after digging through some trash he had actually tried to read it, but after forty minutes of attempting that and getting to only the fourth page, he wasn’t a fast reader, the rabbit beast boy had given up. Some of the names still confused him as well. There had been names like Sorreltail and that just didn’t make any sense. What was sorrel and why was it a tail? He was pretty sure there had been some cat named Treemist or something too. Who named a cat that? Why did the tree have mist? Unless it was in a misty forest or something… Maybe. That could justify the name. It had a nice ring to it, though. Treemist. There had been another name that took Waeringawicum a while to get it, too. Or, he was sure there had been the name Creamcrow. All he could imagine from that name was a creamy colored crow, which would be pretty cool to see. He had seen a few crows here and there which had all been black, so seeing a cream colored one would be neat. The name Scorchmask had appeared as well he thought. Waeringawicum really thought that one was cool. Imagine a mask made of flames or something. Now that would be amazing. A name that really didn’t make much sense to him at all had been Feathertalon. What even kind of name was that? If a talon was a feather then wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of the talon? Talons were supposed to be deadly, not soft. Ugh, it didn’t make sense. Maybe that’s why some prince or princess had thrown away the weird cat book.
The large rabbit familiar looked at the book, nose twitching. Wokaihwokomas didn’t seem all that interested in the prospect of reading, but the familiar seemed interested in something else. He stretched out his neck and sniffed at the opened book, and it didn’t take Waeringawicum long to figure out what his familiar wanted.
To some people ripping up a book no matter how weird the book itself was was a sin. A complete and total sin that would drag you into the deepest, darkest parts of the Underworld right away. There would be a special seat waiting just for you where the worst kinds of torture would happen without end. But to Waeringawicum death didn’t scare him. He didn’t even care if he would be tortured for all eternity when he died, not that he planned on dying anytime soon. He couldn’t care less about tearing up a book, it didn’t bother him in the slightest. In fact, as he tore the first page out he couldn’t help but snicker at the sound of paper ripping from its binding. ”Here ya go,” he mused, handing the torn out page to his familiar where the large rabbit sniffed, butted his head against Waeringawicum’s hand, then began to devour the piece of paper like it was nothing. While Wokaihwokomas feasted upon the first torn out page, Waeringawicum began to tear to out some more, handing it to his rabbit to eat. That was when an idea came to him. If his rabbit could eat the paper and he was part rabbit…
Tearing out yet another page, Waeringawicum took a quick sniff of the paper before crumbling it up and putting it straight into his mouth. He gave a few chews, tilting his head as he tried to come up with a way to describe the taste. It wasn’t all that bad, not really. Was kind of bland, which was saying a lot since he had never really eaten anything with that much flavor to it. Soon enough he swallowed the page and glanced down at the tattered book. It wasn’t the best taste in the world, but food was food.
After eating the entire book Waeringawicum felt rather full, which was something that didn’t happen every day. He had never gotten enough food for himself, which going hungry wasn’t a bad thing, and wasn’t a new thing with living on the Isle, but for a rabbit that could get deadly real quick. Luckily he was only half rabbit; if he was full rabbit then going hungry constantly would more than likely kill him.
Letting his body take a few minutes to start digesting the book that he had just devoured, Waeringawicum looked over at his familiar, reaching a hand out and patting the Flemish giant on the head. ”Well, what should we do now? I’m thinking we could go out into town and steal some food. You distract the people while I grab, sound good?” Wokaihwokomas didn’t give a response but he did blink which was all Waeringawicum needed as confirmation that his familiar was ready to cause some havoc in the town.
With a plan in mind the son of White Rabbit and Bandersnatch got himself ready, or rather, he got his familiar ready. Even though Wokaihwokomas would never run away without good reason, Waeringawicum had still made the rabbit a harness for when they went out like this. It wasn't much considering there wasn’t much on the Isle, but it worked and Wokaihwokomas seemed to like it.
Once the rabbit was secure and ready to go, the two headed out, ready to unleash whatever chaos they had in store for today.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 27, 2018 22:06:40 GMT -5
Amador Ace Hearts son of the king and queen of hearts As she turned to face him, he could only find it in himself to cross his arms and roll his eyes as she attempted to turn the situation on him. He wouldn't have put it so harshly, given not only did she seem to only cry asides from this rare instance she attempted to act far more angry. Which he did not believe was working for her well. Perhaps she cried only because it was the only thing she could properly- and even then, evoking sympathy wasn't accomplished.
It wasn't his fault that she was lying. It wasn't even something up in the air to talk about, she simply didn't have the ability in her to fight from what he had seen of his little sister. She was too small, and even with Charlie, the likelihood of either fighting off an ogre was small. Quiet honestly, like them.
Her curled his lip slightly as she continued though, after putting down the flamingo. He honestly did not see what was so wrong with that. Getting to be left alone was the best thing he could ever ask for. It wasn't like she was genuinely forgotten, just shoved in the back given her lack of talking at any point in time. That was far more preferable than being the one to talk to the family.
She was so overdramatic. Rolling his eyes once more as his posture slid to focus on his right foot, rolling his head slightly, he responded, "You are such an ungrateful child. You're complaining about when you die and people caring whether or not you did when it honestly wouldn't matter in the afterlife. What would, however, is when you die, and currently, given the way this stupid house is run, you should be happy to know you're more likely to live longer than me."
With his fights with their mother, it only made sense that one day it would get too far and someone would end up dead. While he'd rather it be her than him, there was always that chance, and the idea of getting to hand back in the shadows seemed far better than dying early. But of course Amorette didn't see that. She was far to concerned about the aftermath of death, when in fact, death on the Isle was as simple as that. People caring afterwards didn't even matter.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 27, 2018 22:11:25 GMT -5
October Candy-Bash Boogie daughter of oogie boogie Okay. Candy thought she should be a little offended over being called useless, but in all fairness, not only was it hilarious to hear, but she was being a tad bit useless. Okay, but back to the funny part because Candy couldn't even stifle a giggle as this random girl threatened to die from lack of blood. As if someone could die of blood loss. Poisoning, maybe - there was that 50/50 chance. Eating a person was a guarantee, but no one was eating this girl.
Having wrapped her arms and thusly ruined her clothes (not that she minded), Candy grinned down at the girl, waiting for some kind of answer. Oh. Okay. So this girl was a cy-
Oh.
Oh hah ha.
-bug. She was a cy-bug. A bug! A buggy bug bug bug! Candy was in so much glee from knowing this tiny little fact. Perhaps she wasn't completely bug, but who was to judge as a bug was a bug. Whether they be from- whatever a cybug was from or a haunted town filled with scares! Any other bug on this Isle was close in Candy's heart. Whether they be a bug in far too human of a form, or whether they be a bug partially in appearance, or whether they be a true bug, Candy felt a special connection.
She was going to adopt this girl.
She knew she was grinning and it probably wasn't cool given the topic at hand but, "I am so glad you managed to get over here. Like- the fact you managed to stay alive despite your stupid family. Because hell-ly heckadoodles. You are a bug too!! I mean, I understand family members trying to kill me too- wait..."
Candy paused trying to ascertain a piece of a puzzle she just thought of. "Do all bugs deal with family that readily tries to kill them? Because wow-ie, that's a funny little co-ink-a-dink, isn't it?"
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Post by arexasaurus on Nov 29, 2018 17:36:07 GMT -5
Emmett Grimhilde son of the evil queen and the magic mirror
"Chester, don't you think an eye patch will hinder the search for treasure? Considering, you know, we won't be able to see out one eye?" Now, Emmett was in no way disagreeing with the fact that they needed to go find this awesome sword, he just figured that dressing up like one of the Crew was a bad idea. Between the two of them, someone was likely to recognize them even in disguise. Emmett was still wary of the truce and all that went with it.
Hoping out of bed to follow his friend, Emmett searched his house for over sized with a hood on the way out. With all the kids, he often ended up with his sibling's clothes anyways so stealing something from the hall would be fine. "Ha!" Emmett yelled when he found a hoodie and threw it over his head. It wasn't as good as his favorite hoodie with a pie quote sewn into it, but it would work for the mission.
When Emmett looked up, he realized that he was lagging behind and had to run to catch up to Chester. He drew the black hood over his head and grimaced when he saw one of the holes near the hood. He'd need to fix that after the mission so he didn't get blamed. "Something shiny, eh? Think Tamatoa or Jafar know what it would be? We have to get it first, obviously but we can just pick up some rope, maybe?" Now that he was really awake, he was just as hyper as his friend.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 30, 2018 17:27:46 GMT -5
C̸̨̰͈̠̥̬̩̱̪̗͍͕̪͛͛̋͒̐̏̄́̋͌̀͑͜͠͝ͅƠ̶̧̢̹̞̠͉̰̳̣͙̙͂̀͗͆̏̆̈́͑̏͘͠R̴̢͉͍̪͇̰͖̯̱̭̞̟͓̂̓͊̆̅̌̿̋́̎͋̆͜͝Ř̶̲͍̬͇̲̺̭͂͊̔͂̐̽̆͑̕Ư̷̧̬͙̠͙̜̱̝̪͕̣̟͙͌̾͑́͌͆͑̓͝Ṕ̴̧̛͙̺̞͂̆͋̐̚͠͝͝T̶̡̡̛͔͉̙̗͇͉͖̻̥̬̗̲͆́͂͊͋͑̓̒̄̑̾̕̚̕E̷̢̹͕̦̠̓̍̒͋̕͠Ŗ̶̳̣̜̱̠͘ ̴͕͇̑͋͐T̶̼̩̺̘̝̺̰̝̬̱̫́́̾̑͆̒̇̆̎̇̆̚͘̚ͅÍ̶̫̠͇̩̜͚̘̙̺̘̰̀̅̔͑͛̽́̏̅͠͝͠͠͝M̸̧̮̺͎͔̩̤̟̯̥͍̊͌̌͌͌̈̌̄̐̈́̕E̷̠̍́̓͆̅̐̿̍͘ daughter of turbo and cy-bug
Strength was starting to come back to her little by little. She could feel her body starting to recover from the attack now that the bleeding was starting to get under control. This feeling was good, it was nice. She liked it. Being weak was a terrible feeling, horrendous. She had always hated feeling like something could happen to her at any given moment because she wasn’t at her full potential. Weakness wasn’t something she enjoyed, and she was sure it was something that nobody enjoyed. The cy-bug would much rather be at her full strength instead of running for her life and then tripping all the while bleeding from her arms. She hadn’t meant to be weak, hadn’t meant to be beaten and snapped at, but it had happened. But she had gotten out. She had survived. And she was going to continue to stay alive because of this girl that had ripped the sleeves off her shirt and wrapped them around her arms. She was going to live to see another day because of Candy. That meant Candy was important to her now. This girl was going to be the one to show the cy-bug around now. She was giving Candy a very specific job whether the other girl knew it or not, and she better do it well or the half cy-bug might have to find somebody else to help her. But for now Candy was good. Candy was perfect. She was the only person the older woman had now.
A low hiss escaped the cy-bug when family was mentioned. Family was what had gotten her into this mess. Family was what had turned on her and made her weak. They had broken her down and turned her into this wriggling mess of pathetic weakness. She hated it. She absolutely hated it, and if she ever saw one of her family members again she was going to bash in their heads without a single shred of mercy put into the action. Family was useless to her now. They had no reason to keep on living or even be in her life. That was why she had finally ran away. None of those full-blooded cy-bugs could get her what she wanted, which was freedom. They had always dragged her down, kept her away from ever reaching her goal. And she was serious about bashing in their heads if she ever came into contact with any of them ever again. She would destroy them without giving it a second thought. She would watch with nothing but pure satisfaction as their skulls cracked open, and there she would be, watching the blood drip, drip, drip right out of their useless, pathetic heads. Family was useless, and anybody who was useless wasn’t worth the time of day to the cy-bug. That state of mind was all she knew, the only thing she had ever known really. So with her useless family and having finally been able to get away to find a different way to achieve her goals, she had escaped. She had run, run, run until she no longer could, arms bleeding, weak, and then she had found Candy, somebody who would help her. Somebody who would be there for her.
The green haired woman shook her head. ”Does your family hurt you too?” She asked Candy, not answering the question that had been thrown at her. Survive. If she was going to survive then she needed Candy to survive, and if Candy’s own family was trying to kill her then that would ruin her own chances of surviving. She couldn’t have that. ”You let me live. I’ll let you live now.” Need to survive.
It was after that when another thought came to her. If she was going to survive then she needed to fit in. ”You...call yourself Candy,” the daughter of Turbo began, green eyes landing right on her newfound friend. ”And I hear you all have names. I need one.” To fit in, to stick to the crowd, to not raise any suspicions. She needed a name. Anything would work. Any name would be fine with her, she just knew she needed one if she wanted to fit in with this new life she was making for herself.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 2, 2018 23:09:33 GMT -5
ChesTER CaDaNcE dE ViL Son of Cruella de Vil and Cheetata
"Mmm...maybe you're right, Em." Chester mused, working over this new problem in his plan. Sure, eyepatches would hinder the search, but wasn't the point of going on a cool treasure hunt also looking like a pirate? But if he'd learned anything from his older siblings, it was how to be efficient and smart about this kind of shit. So he readily recognized that his best pal had a very good point. "How do you think pirates find treasure with eyepatches on? You think they'd tell us?" The only people he knew that wore eyepatches weren't even pirates - both of them were actually in the coven - but they might know? Taffy worked with a lot of shiny stuff like swords, and Dane seemed like he'd be up for his own treasure hunts occasionally.
The de Vil boy put that thought to the side when Emmet continued thinking."They might, but we'd probably have to be real careful they didn't steal anything, you know?" Tamatoa and Jafar were kind of...scummy, when treasure came into the picture. And the cheetah didn't want their loot stolen. "We might also need a shovel or two, right?" Sometimes he could have useful thoughts.
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 3, 2018 23:57:09 GMT -5
Moriena “Mori” Blackbeard daughter of morgana and captain blackbeard
The only thing people were talking about at the school was the transfers. As a topic of conversation, it was starting to get on Mori's nerves. She didn't care about The Coven's plans for them. Auradon was a far-off dream: free-range magic, a real place to swim, and space. These transfer students didn't know what they were giving up, and the other witches were chasing after something that would never happen.
Mori continues a deep love chemistry, really. It was a good second-best to what magic must feel like. The exhilaration of a successful chemical reaction couldn't have anything on completing a spell. If it was possible, Mori could swear that she could feel the magic in her veins. Unfortunately, this was the Isle and her feelings weren't logical.
Children of Auradon didn't have any idea how horrible being cut off from their birthright was. Of course, their fearless King knew exactly what that felt like and didn't care. He and his people suffered for years and he sentenced relatively innocent children to go through the same thing he had. Mori snorted as a thought crossed her mind: he purposely banished other children. Hadn't there been a ten year old that gotten sent over? Maybe they were older than that, but it didn't matter. It was wrong. Funny how the child of a villain knew what was good and evil better than a king.
So, Mori didn't like the transfers. She couldn't hate them, even if some were related to those who imprisoned them, they were just children too. That didn't mean she had to befriend them. In fact, if one of them tried to talk to her, she'd end up throwing peroxide at them just to make them leave her alone. The Coven would be angry, but Mori couldn't care less. If they did anything, she could figure out how to create a makeshift molotov cocktail. I should do that anyways, Mori humored herself with a small smile, gotta figure out who to throw it at first.
Distracted by her plans, she walked straight into a bench. Frowning at the metal that would surely cause a bruise on her knee, she kicked the thing. Not that it did anything to the bench, it hurt her more than anything, but the action made her feel better. Sighing, she sat down on the stupid thing and pulled out her notebook.
She was totally going to figure out the makeshift molotov cocktail.
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 4, 2018 0:12:21 GMT -5
Emmett Grimhilde son of the evil queen and the magic mirror
"I'm sure we can ask one of the Coven, they would tell me." Well, Emmett was pretty sure they would tell him. It mostly depended on what they actually knew about treasure hunting and what they thought Eli would want them to say. Honestly, if they thought that any of the triplets would disapprove of his actions, it was probable that they wouldn't tell him anything. "Rope, shovel, flashlight? A lock pick!" Figuring out everything they would need before getting there was the most efficient way to go about this. Being out, hunting for shiny things with his friend would take forever if they weren't prepared correctly.
On the other hand...
"Or! We could just go now and find it early!" Emmett had the biggest grin on his face. Spending more time with Chester was always the best plan, how could he think of anything else? "That fake genie and stupid crab don't really know anything. Besides, the more people we tell this about, the more people who see what we're doing, the more likely it is that we'll be forced to spilt the findings!" Determined to look cool in front of his friend, Emmett refused to admit that he wanted to spend extra time with the De Vil child. He had to be the one to dig up the treasure, too. That would be more impressive.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 6, 2018 4:53:07 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
"Now that sounds like a challenge you're goin' to lose, Luna Rose." A cocky grin was thrown towards his wife, and the son of Cash and Dixie hefted the sledgehammer again, getting ready to tear into the wall again. Before he could swing again, though, his other younger brother made an appearance.
Looking like he'd lost a battle with a pack of wild hogs and they'd stolen his lunch money.
"Cy, what in tarnation have you gotten yourself into now?" Camp had long ago accepted the fact that he was the only one of his brothers that wasn't going to start trouble where trouble wasn't meant to be started - when he was sober, anyway, he could be a troublemaker himself a couple of drinks in - and merely decided to figure out what adventure his second-youngest brother had gotten into today.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 7, 2018 12:47:13 GMT -5
Luna Rose McCoy daughter of lil' lightning and ruby
The dog girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her husband’s comment. Her? Lose? Never. Losing wasn’t part of her nature, even if the challenge was as silly as being the first one to knock down the old wall of this rundown shack. She was going to be the one to get this rotten thing on the ground even if it meant that was her only accomplishment on this house. At least if she did that then one day she could look at the new wall that they would be be putting up later and think, “Yeah, I was the reason we could put up the new wall in the first place because I was the one that tore it down”. Maybe it was a dumb goal to have, an idiotic dream, but hey there wasn’t a whole lot to actually hope for on this barren rock of a place so why not dream for the satisfaction of breaking down a grimy old wall?
Just before she could get in another swing, the second son of Cash and Dixie came sauntering over, that typical smirk slapped right over his face with all he confidence in the world.
”What happened to you?” Luna Rose couldn’t help but ask, amber eyes scanning the younger McCoy. ”D’you run into some Negasis or something?” Truth be told if he had found himself in the lion’s den then he probably wouldn’t have come out, and if he had survived an encounter with one of the lions he would probably look a lot worse for wear than what he did. Now Luna Rose wasn’t scared of much - she probably should be scared of a bit more than what she was considering she very well would square up to something she would get absolutely demolished by - but those dock lions were something that made the dog a bit wary. She’d throw down with one if she absolutely had to, but if she could she’d steer clear from them. Luna Rose was an idiot and would jump into things she shouldn’t, but even she knew not to jump in with a serpent lion. She wasn’t as stupid as she currently thought Cy was if he had really sauntered on over to the docks and found himself a big cat to scuffle with.
While a small part of Luna Rose was concerned for her brother-in-law she had to admit that she wasn’t so concerned that she would stop what she was doing and check him over. Cy wasn’t a little baby or even a little kid, he could take care of himself. It was on him to make sure he took precaution to not let any cuts or scrapes get infected, not on her. Sure, if anything happened and she was needed, she wouldn’t mind lending a helping hand, she wasn’t so cruel that she would let somebody who her husband cared about suffer, but she wouldn’t go out of her way to help if it wasn’t needed.
Her attention then turned over to Roe as the deer-dog made his way back, looking a bit out of breath after just the first round of carrying wood over to his parents, but Luna Rose knew he would never admit to growing tired so early on. Instead he puffed out as he spotted his other brother. ”Hey, Cy! Finally decided to show up? You knew I could do all the work myself, huh?” He asked all the while wearing a cocky expression. Roe really was something now wasn’t he?
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Post by . on Dec 8, 2018 15:08:24 GMT -5
Mara Haze Tremaine Daughter of Madame Medusa and the Hunter that killed Bambi's mom
It was a long day for Mara Haze Tremaine and she was looking forward to a relaxing night with her husband and children. But is that what she came home to?
Of course not.
Instead, she came home to Skipp Orvik chasing her son around the room. “Get back here, you little punk!” Kip called, reaching out as Harlan dodged the older boy’s hand. Kip frowned and changed his path, but Harlan was smaller and knew the territory well.
As he ran past, Mara reached out with one arm to snag her son from his path of terror. That’s when all the chaos stopped and everyone seemed to notice Mara standing at the door.
“Mommy!”
Harlan’s momentum pulled Mara forward a bit and she stumbled, but then she caught herself before setting Harlan back down on the floor. She looked over to see Madeline and Katerina on the couch, noting how they were actually behaving, unlike her son... who seemed to have lost his shirt.
“Mara! You’re home!” Kip said, looking a little relieved that the mother of the two troublemaking children was home. He sighed in relief and went to the couch to pick up where his own daughter was. He picked up Katerina, looking slightly relieved to be leaving. Despite his look of relief, Mara knew that Kip enjoyed the free playdates for his own daughter. Katerina and Madeline got along well, which was good until Madeline turned Katerina into a troublemaker... Mara just hoped that day wouldn’t be coming soon.
“Thanks, Kip,” Mara said. She gave the young man a one armed hug, watching as he took his daughter and made a move to leave.
Kip hesitated. “And tell Hanson I said hi,” he said. His father’s life had been devoted to helping Hanson’s dad, so it was no surprise that Sitron’s children looked up to him.
Mara chuckled. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”
The son of Sitron disappeared, so Mara focused on her children. Now that Katerina was gone, Madeline was growing just as rambunctious as her brother. It took Mara a bit to calm her children and fins the shirt that Harlan had been wearing that morning.
Once she had them corralled and dressed, she disappeared into the bedroom that she shared with Hanson. Madeline sat on the end of the bed, playing with her toys and Harlan actually sat on Mara and interacted with her. She chuckled and watched him.
“Daddy will be home soon,” she promised the kids.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 8, 2018 23:24:37 GMT -5
Hanson Asher Tremaine
Son of Hans and Anastasia
Almost as if his wife's words had summoned him home, Hanson's voice was heard at the front door. "Mara? Kids? I'm home!" He'd had a long day at the docks, so coming home was the highlight of his day, really.
Carefully stepping inside the main room of the house (there weren't many, it was basically a shack), the son of Hans took stock of what he saw. Chaos, mostly. Furniture knocked over, their one rug kicked up like someone had been running around the house (no prizes for guessing who), and what looked like -- and he hoped was -- a knocked over glass of water on the floor.
At the sight, Hanson grinned, hiding a small cloth bag behind his back.
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Post by . on Dec 8, 2018 23:37:52 GMT -5
Mara Haze Tremaine Daughter of Madame Medusa and the Hunter that killed Bambi's mom
Mara has just grabbed Harlan before he’d fallen off the bed and a smile slowly formed on her lips when she heard the door open and then her husband’s voice calling for his family. She didn’t care that their house was a shack that was practically fallen apart or that both parents worked hard and still had to struggle. She just loved Hanson and the two children they had together.
”Daddy!” Harlan called out, once again restrained by his mother before he could jump off and go find the man that had just entered.
Instead, Mara slowly stood up and helped both of the kids off the bed before allowing them to run to their father. They both went for his legs and Mara didn’t even attempt to peel them off.
”Looks like someone was missed today,” she said with a chuckle, moving to give Hanson a small kiss on the cheek.
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 9, 2018 0:34:31 GMT -5
Wilhelmina "Willa" Bridgette Sanderson daughter of winifred sanderson and billy butcherson
Being at the school was annoying and unnecessary in her daily life. The only reason she came back was to help Eli. The High Priest probably didn't want her help, not really, but she needed to make sure that she was around if things went to shit with the transfers. They were all wild cards, they knew how to use their magic better than anyone on the Isle.
Willa's goal was to observe them, make sure their actions wouldn't negatively affect the coven. She wouldn't be around for long, she had better things to do then babysit random children. Plus, continuously being seen watching teenagers was very strange and might make the kids uncomfortable. That wasn't her goal in the least.
Taking a deep breath, she walked back into the Witch School where she had grown up. It was, for the most part, a better home then anywhere else she had been. She had to be certain that these new transfers didn't ruin it for everyone. Magic was the best part of who she was, and she didn't even get to use it. If the Auradon children did anything to mess that up for the Coven, she would be furious. Before she could even think, she was knocked off balance and into the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Came from the body that had just slammed into her. "I didn't mean to hurt such a beautiful woman!"
Willa looked the boy up and down, raising an eyebrow, "You're a transfer student." She could tell by what he wore, by the fact that he apologized and how he spoke. When he held out a hand to help her up, she ignored it, instead pushing herself off the ground with her good arm. "Watch where you're going, and don't flirt with your elders. I don't know how you act on Auradon, but that's not allowed here."
"No I didn't-" He stopped, and tried again. "We don't, on Auradon. I assumed you were a teenager too. I'm so sorry, ma'am, my mama taught me to me more respectful than that." Willa did her best not to preen at the title of respect. She couldn't name another kid who called her ma'am, that was awesome. She kept her expression blank as the little boy shut his mouth, nodded and walked away. At least the children from Auradon knew something about right and wrong. She continued to the cafeteria. It was quite a sight to see kids she couldn't place.
There was a little girl who looked like the boy who ran into her. An Asian boy and a blonde girl were right beside her. Someone who definitely looked the a spawn of the King. They were all kind of... adorable? Even with the difference in ages, they were all talking and hanging out. It was cute in the "awe, look at the kids playing" way.
Willa grinned in spite herself, "The Coven might learn something from you lot." She was glad that the transfers had come after Eli's takeover. The Triple Goddesses only know what that monster would've done to them. There was no way that Eli had been ready for a relationship when Maria relentlessly chased after the younger boy. Even at that age, Willa knew it was wrong. Thinking about it now made her want to vomit.
The adult witch turned on her heel, no longer finding it necessary to be around the kids. The transfers would be okay here. The coven, full of the kids she needed to protect, would be safe. No one needed a watchful eye hovering.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 9, 2018 15:55:49 GMT -5
Hanson Asher Tremaine
Son of Hans and Anastasia
After Hanson moved to return the kiss, he grinned down at their kids. "Missed me, huh?" He ruffled Harlan's hair with his hand, then looked back towards Mara. "I missed all of you today, too. Which is why, earlier, when I was helping some goblins unload stuff from the boats..." Pausing for dramatic effect, the son of Hans strutted casually into the house, which, by the way, was a difficult look to pull off with two children attached to your legs.
"I found some things, and had to bring them home to you - you know, before someone else snatched them up." He brandished the cloth bag, his expression warm and proud.
They didn't have much, here on the Isle. In fact, a lot of the time they were lacking the basic necessities that they actually needed to survive. But focusing on it and dwelling on what they didn't have was sure to make things worse, so when he could swing it, Hanson would try to bring home gifts for Mara, Harlan, and Maddie.
"Let's see...who wants to be first? Mara, my dear?" It only made sense, after all, while his kids deserved the world, Mara was often the one to try to give it to them. She deserved nice things too, and to be put first.
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Post by . on Dec 9, 2018 16:13:43 GMT -5
Mara Haze Tremaine Daughter of Madame Medusa and the Hunter that killed Bambi's mom
“I think they did,” Mara said with a chuckle. There was an amusement in her eyes as she watched the children cling to their father. “Apparently Kip isn’t a good enough substitute for their real father,” she said, standing back as she let Hanson move forward with two children clinging to his legs. When he mentioned the boats, she tilted her head and watched her husband, curious about where he was going with this.
”Presents!” Harlan said. His eyes widened and he let go of his father’s legs. ”I wanna go first!” By the time he’d said that, Hanson had already singled out Mara, so their son grew quiet.
Presents were unusual around here. People barely had what they needed to survive, so something like this was extra special. ”Hanson...” she began with a small laugh. ”You know I don’t need anything.” But there was a smile on her face that showed she appreciated that her husband had thought of her.
Harlan had already let go, but Mara pried Madeline from her husband’s leg so that she could move a little closer to see what he’d gotten her. Her eyes were sparkling with the excitement of a child. After all, she always put the kids (and even Hanson) before herself. It was a nice feeling to be the one that was put first sometimes.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 9, 2018 18:19:58 GMT -5
Hanson Asher Tremaine
Son of Hans and Anastasia
"Ahh, Kip's a real pal. I'm sure they had a great time with him!" Kip Orvik-Sokolov had been his best friend and partner in crime for as long as Hanson could remember. He couldn't think of a time before his friendship with the two horse twins - his sister Sera was just as rambunctious - and he didn't even want to, really. The fact that Kip was willing to babysit his two little whirlwinds just tagged on the term "Life Saver" to that title.
Mara's words make Hanson shake his head though, and he put his hand into the bag, correcting her warmly."Now don't say that, you might not need it - you're a tough one - but you deserve it, Mar." Sure, his present to her wasn't the glittering jewels and trinkets of Auradon, but it was probably about as close as he could get, anyway. Maybe, just maybe if their captain's plan worked out, he could give them even more.
Hanson had faith in San, she'd never led them wrong before, and she had their best interests at heart.
"So, for you, since I treasure you so much, get a treasure of your own." The son of Hans pulled a locket out of the bag. It was heavy and made of silver - a little tarnished, and the oval pendant was slightly dented, but otherwise, it was in fair enough shape.
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Post by . on Dec 9, 2018 19:26:19 GMT -5
Mara Haze Tremaine Daughter of Madame Medusa and the Hunter that killed Bambi's mom
Mara just playfully rolled her eyes at her husband’s obvious love for the horse twins. It was really no surprise with how close their fathers were. Sitron has always been there for Hans and Kip was always there for Hanson. Sera was too, but had more of a life than her brother. Kip seemed to revolves around his adorable little girl and Mara’s husband.
She knew she was supposed to be taking care of her family, but she still found herself smiling when Hanson told her she deserved it. She truly didn’t take much for herself, and his words made her feel all warm and fuzzy. It was as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. “Hanson...” she murmured, feeling the excitement and love she had when they had been only a couple dumb teenagers in love. She hadn’t lost that between a few years of marriage and a couple kids, but she still loved that feeling.
When she saw him pull out what he’d gotten her, she smiled. “Hanson...” she murmured for the second time that conversation. She took it from him gently, her fingers running over the imperfect metal. “It’s beautiful,” she said. It wasn’t perfect, but that was okay. She wasn’t perfect. Hanson wasn’t perfect. This locker wasn’t perfect.
“I love it,” she said. Even with two pairs of eyes trying to see what their mother now possessed, Mara leaned forward to give Hanson a hug. “And I love you,” she whispered before pulling away. There was a hug smile on her face as she looked over what he’d given her. “Would you like to put it on me?” she asked, offering it back to him. She could, but she always struggled to do the clasp behind her neck... not that she often had jewelry.
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Post by . on Dec 11, 2018 18:41:32 GMT -5
Cyrus Dev McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
Cyrus was way too proud that everyone seemed to notice that he’d gotten into some kind of trouble. He just grinned in response to Camp’s words. ”Sorry, big bro, that’s a secret for the cool kids,” he said. He looked at the three others around them. Roe would work. Maybe he could pretend to tell Roe what he was up to. Sure, his younger brother was cool, but maybe not quite cool enough to know what Cy really had been up to. He threw a wink at his older brother. ”Unless ya think ya can get it outta me, Camp,” he teased, a challenge glittering in his eyes. Surely his brother was too busy with the house to bother figuring out what Cy had been up to?
His attention turned to his brother’s wife when she spoke. ”Ooooh, don’t even get me started,” he said, clearing his throat as if readying himself for some dramatic tale that he’d share with his captivated audience. ”See, I didn’t actually fight any lions, but I’d say that’s on the schedule for tomorrow? Next week? I dunno. Just some point. ‘Cause believe me, I can fight any dang lion that thinks it’s better than Cyrus Dev McCoy.” There was a pride in his voice when he said it. Sure, the boy had never actually fought lions, nor did he have any evidence to make a good case that he could beat the felines. But he had an overabundance of confidence and too much determination for his own good. ”In fact, we could probably make some money off it. Anyone would bet money to see some poor kid get slaughtered by the lions but then...” he trailed off and crouched down onto the ground. Attempting to get everyone’s attention, he looked at the couple. After a few seconds of silence, he jumped high into the air and kicked at some invisible thing before landing in a fighting stance. ”I slaughter the lions, we get money, and control of the docks!” It was truly the perfect idea. ”Then I become King Cy, Overlord of the Isle, and you two and Roe become my most trusted advisors and all four of us will have whatever we dream of having.”
He gave a bow to the obviously adoring crowd.
He caught sight of Roe and he grinned at his younger brother. ”See, Roe here will be my top guy ‘cause you two got each other to worry about. Hear that, Roe? You and me? We’re gonna run the Isle together,” he told his younger brother. It was only then that he focused on the greeting that the dog-deer had given him. ”Actually... I knew you couldn’t do all the work, so I decided to hang out somewhere else and then swoop in here last minute and be the hero that did the work you couldn’t,” he said, teasing his brother. Despite the harsh words, it was all done out of love and Cy showed it with a gleam in his eyes. He patted his brother’s back and puffed out his chest. ”Of course, if you take after me, we’ll getcha doin’ all kinds of work,” he promised.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:17:13 GMT -5
Madora Majesty Marchendrache Daughter of Maleficent & Captain Hook
It didn’t take her long to find her brother.
There he was, sprawled out on some dumpster like some weird alley cat sunbathing in trash. Nice, Jester should totally do that sometime. Though it did sound a little too peaceful for her tastes, there had to be a way to make that more interesting, she just had to figure out how.
Eh, oh well, that could be saved for later.
So Jester jumped up to join her brother on the dumpster, lifting her body up until she was sitting on the dumpster, legs dangling off the side as they kicked forward and fell back down, the backs of her sneakers hitting the dumpster just barely loud enough for the noise to be heard. ”I pushed Winona off a building,” Jester started, looking down at the ground before she finished answering her brother’s question. ”...Then I jumped off after her,” she explained with a small shrug. ”I wanted to test out this wicked new zip line I set up and Winona was being Whinona about it, so I just gave her a friendly shove, she’s totally ticked off now, but she’ll get over it,” Jester continued, spiraling into a rambling without even realizing it.
”San would’ve gone willingly, y’know. Besides, I know Winona actually enjoyed that, she just doesn’t want to admit because she’s ‘mad’ at me-“ Now, usually when someone wants to emphasis something in a mocking way, they use finger quotations to get the job done. However for some reason, Jester seemed to think that wiggling her arms around as if they were dancing noodles seemed to be the reasonable thing to do here. ”I mean, like, If you cant trust your friends to mercilessly shove you off a building, who can you trust?” Jester asked, shooting March a look as if he had the answers for her.
However after a moment or so, she looked back down to the ground and kicked her legs up and down again. ”It’s not like I have a nemesis or anything-” Jester gasped, a sudden light igniting in her eyes as she swerved her head back up to grin at her brother. “I should get a nemesis,” the girl decided with a small nod of her head as if all of this was making perfect sense. “Man, why don’t more people hate me? Maybe I should hire someone to be my nemesis.” That would definitely be something to consider.
Maybe she’s ask Eli about it, maybe she could finally get her birthmark-death booth set up in the Court of Miracles, and then the funding she got from the perfectly valid booth could go to hiring someone to be her nemesis. They could get into all sorts of shenanigans, just like Horst’s old man and that one animal nemesis he had - the guy really liked to talk, Jester should avoid going over there for random parts more often - what was that animal anyways?
Some sort of egg laying mammal.
Heh, like the Evil Queen. Haha.
But no, that wasn’t right. Doofenshmirtz fighting that Grimhilde hag didn’t make any sense, it was an actual animal.
Maybe an echidna? Yeah, that totally seemed right. She was going with that, it was totally an echidna.
Anyways.
”What’ve you been up to today, March?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:18:48 GMT -5
Amorette Esme Hearts Daughter of the King & Queen of Hearts
Ungrateful child. Complaining on whether or not people will care when you die.
The words strung far greater than Amorette would like to admit. No “that’s ridiculous, I’d care,” no “you’re wanted here,” no “I’m sorry,” nothing of the sort. Of course, Amorette hadn’t really expected something like that from her brother. That wasn’t what their relationship was. Instead they had this distant “we live in the same house but I don’t actually care about you” kind of relationship.
Amorette didn’t answer him at first, instead she looked down at Flamengo, patting his head softly. This was why it was better to avoid confrontations, the few that Amorette had had with others never seemed to end well. Nothing ever got cleared up, they just repeated the same cycle of whatever this was and continued on with their lives.
She sniffed though tried not to cry. She couldn’t do that yet. So instead she looked down, refusing to look at Amador. ”At least you’ll know that someone will care when you die,” she retorted softly before turning back to her door and pushing her way into her room, Flamengo following after her.
Once she was in the confinements of her room, Amorette closed her door shut, back pressed up against it as she began to slide to the floor. That hadn’t gone well. ”He’ll die before me...what does that even mean?” Amorette questioned quietly, huffing out a breath as she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head down on her chin. Maybe it would’ve just been better if she had let the orcs take her, she’d probably be in someone’s stomach by now, but hey, she had pretty much just got confirmation that a whopping number of two whole people would care, and one of those people was a flamingo.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:22:07 GMT -5
Kassidy Amaryllis Slim Daughter of Alameda Slim & Katherine Barlow
After having no luck whatsoever inside the house, Wyoming took her quest to find a sibling outside. Someone had to be here and she was going to find them, even if she had to search every single inch of the Slim Stables land. However, luckily that didn’t seem to be the case, because after she started her search, it didn’t take her too long to hear one of her siblings.
Wyoming paused in front of the actual stables part of the Slim Stables, head titled to the side as singing could be heard from inside. Was that Junior? Singing? Hurrying to the side of the stables, Wyoming peered her head inside just in time to catch a glimpse of her eldest brother singing to his horse. She stifled her giggles, figuring he probably wouldn’t like it if she laughed at the sight.
After the singing came to a close, Wyoming stepped out into the open. ”Someone’s getting jiggy in here! Woo!” She started, busting out a few dance moves - or more accurately, she did some weird arm movements and jumped up and down a few times - as she entered the stables.
What? She might be against laughing but she wasn’t against teasing her brother just a little. Could she really call herself a successful younger sister if she didn’t use any chance to annoy her brother? No, she’d have to step down from her title and she refused to do that. Someone had to be the annoying little sibling in this family.
Leaning on one of the stalls in the stables, Wyoming sent her older brother another grin. ”That’s a pretty good song you got there, Junior-“ she paused for a second as something occurred to her. ”Ooh! I know a song! Wanna hear it?” Wyoming questioned, however she gave no time for her eldest brother to answer before she opened up her mouth and began to sing what could only be some sort of averagely sung version of their father’s infamous song. ”Now listen up! There are crooks in this here west who have claimed to be the best and they think they wrote the book on how to rustle...” Wyoming started, taking a few over exaggerated steps towards Junior.
”Well as good as they may be, not a one’s as good as me, and I hardly have to move a single muscle! They call me mean, boys! Depraved and nasty too, and they ain’t seen, boys! The cruelest thing I do...” Wyoming stopped, a grin spreading wide across her face as she took a step back, moved her arms in front of her, and opened her mouth. ”You see I...” and out came the worst possible yodel anyone in the entire Wild West could’ve ever heard.
”Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo!”
As bad as it was, Wyoming seemed perfectly oblivious to this fact and continued on, singing - and yodeling - every part of that song with so much spirit and enthusiasm it might’ve been entertaining if it wasn’t for that truly dreadful yodeling that came from the young girl.
Half way through her yodeling a loud, angry “neigh” echoed in the stables. Wyoming did her best to ignore it as she continued on, only for it to continue on, getting louder the more she tried to yodel.
Finally the girl huffed and turned around, hands on her hips as she came face to face with a very annoyed looking horse. ”What? Ya got a problem with my yodeling?” she questioned and the horse let out a neigh as if to confirm that yes, he did. Wyoming frowned, folding her arms. ”I’d like to’ see you do better, I bet you can’ even yodel!” She told him, glaring stubbornly at her brother’s horse: Ace.
Ace neighed angrily in response and stomped the ground with his hoof.
Wyoming scrunched up her face, warmth boiling just underneath the skin as she placed her hands on her hips and looked up at the horse with a glare in her eyes. ”Are you challengin’ me, Ace? Cuz don’t think imma back down from this here challenge! Comin’ outta a horse’s mouth or not!” She informed stubbornly, locking eyes with the blue eyed horse.
She breathed out of her nose in silent defiance. Ace breathed out of his to counter hers. The two of them locked in a stare of that neither dared break. Wyoming seemed to have forgotten the very reason she had found her way into the stables in the first place, far too focused on winning the impromptu staring contest she had going on with the horse in the stall across from her.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:23:41 GMT -5
Winona Marsha McWisp Daughter of the White Rabbit & the Dormouse
Winona kicked a small can, sending it flying through the air as she grumbled, shoving her small hands in the pockets of her jacket. Oh course Jester would push her off the building, she should’ve seen it coming, after all, since when did Jester care about her safety?
Granted, if things were reversed, Winona probably would’ve pushed Jester off the rooftop with no warning beforehand as well, but Jester would’ve laughed it off and had a blast, she wanted to be pushed off of rooftops, Winona did not.
Well, it had been kind of fun once she got over the terror of having her life flash before her eyes. Which wasn’t exactly an unusual thing to happen to her either. If her life wasn’t flashing before her eyes like some sort of sentimental death slideshow at least once a week something was wrong.
This didn’t mean she was willing to forgive Jester just yet, she still needed a few good hours of grumbling time before she could do that. ”’Good thing you’re part mouse then’,” Winona muttered, mimicking Jester’s voice as she did so. It wasn’t very good, Winona had never quite been able to get the right happy-go-lucky high pitch to her voice that Jester had. Sure, her voice was naturally rather high pitched, but her’s came out in a more squeaky way, while Jester’s always seemed almost raspy and fun. It was hard to explain, all Winona knew for sure was that she couldn’t mimic Jester’s voice, not like San’s. Winona wasn’t entirely sure how she did it, but by now she had perfected mimicking Sanura’s voice, it was almost second nature at this point.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t sometimes use this skill to scare some random people.
Granted, Jester was pretty good at the San voice too, they’d spent plenty of nights practicing to get it just right.
But Winona was better, no matter what Jester said.
Anyways, she had gotten off topic.
Winona was still supposed to be mad at Jester.
However even that was hard to do when she caught sight of her younger brother: Waeringawicum and his familiar: Wokaihwokomos. She tilted her head to the side, a calculating look glaring up in her beady red eyes. Wherever one of the twins went, trouble usually followed. Sure not Winona trouble - they were good, but not that good - but still, any white rabbit kid on the Isle meant there was trouble lurking just around the corner, and she was going to get to the bottom of it this time.
So, smirking to herself, Winona moved to the shadows. This shouldn’t be hard, she’d just sneak up behind him, start walking all cool, and ask him what he was doing. Yeah, she could do that, she was the cool older sister here.
However, it was pretty hard to hide in the shadows when you were as white as snow all around. Skin, hair, all of it just a delicate white color that stood out even more against the dreary, dark isle background.
Really, it would be a miracle if Waeringawicum didn’t notice her approaching.
Falling into place behind her brother, Winona placed her hands in her jacket pockets. ”So, what are you up to?” She asked as casually as she could, not wanting to appear all that interesting. After all, she was the cool older sister here, she had to appear aloof and cool about all of this stuff. Otherwise she lost her title and Winona was not going to be the “dorky” older sister in this family. She refused.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:25:34 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Basu had been through a lot of emotions today, the day had dragged on for so long he felt as if it had lasted nine whole months. Which was a really long time, especially since earlier that same day he had compared how long it had been going on to five months and now suddenly it was nine months instead. Since when had one day jumped from feeling like it was really five months, to nine months? Where did those other four months come from? Nine months was long enough for someone to pop out a baby, they could have a child by now with how long the day was. A child. Which obviously couldn’t happen anyways, but that was not the point here. The point was that this day had dragged on so long that if it had really been as long as it felt, they would’ve had enough time to pop out a child and that was a for sure sign that the day had gone on a really long time.
Maybe he just needed a nap. Though it was sort of late for a nap, maybe he should just head back to the shack and sleep for awhile, that seemed like a good idea.
But anyways, back to the point. Throughout this extremely long day, Basu had gone through a lot of emotions, and a lot of stuff had happened. The most obvious thing being Earl becoming his boyfriend, had it really only been a few hours since then? It felt way longer than that, but he had already gone over the whole nine months thing, he wasn’t about to do that again. The point was that out of all the numerous emotions he had felt today, they were all dismissed as nothing compared to the flood of emotion that hit him when Earl reassured him that even if he was a crab person, Earl would still date him. Which seemed like a silly thing to get emotional about, but here he was, hand on his chest as warmth flooded through his body from the tips of his hair - if that was possible - and to the very bottom of his feet.
Overcome with this warmth from the silly statement, Basu reached out and pulled Earl back into his embrace, hugging him as tightly as he could. Maybe it was silly, and really there was no reason for this to be as big of a deal to him as it was, but for some reason, it was, so Basu snuggled in closer to Earl, eyes beginning to get watery.
That’s when Basu knew something was wrong.
Sure, he had been sort of all over the place today, but this seemed a little too much, even for him. It was possible that Basu had hit his head one too many times over the last few days, maybe it would be best if he retired early for the night, got some rest, and started again tomorrow. Which hopefully wouldn’t last as long as today was. ”I’m not a crab person, Earl, and neither was Barry...he’s a bear,” he explained weakly. ”Which is actually sort of funny when I think about it, Barry the bear.” Yeah okay, he really needed to stop. ”...I should probably head back to the shack soon...” Basu mumbled, voice soft, though he made no attempt to let go of Earl.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:27:13 GMT -5
Elijah Amery Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
Elijah gave a nod of understanding as the other two girls listed off the transfers in their own schools. It seemed as if each school had been given a good amount of students from Auradon. Which meant there were plenty of people that needed eyes kept on them at all times if they wanted things to run as smoothly as possible. ”Right. Witch School has a good number of them as well, I’ll write down a list and pass it around for you two to write down the lists for your transfer students as well, we can duplicate the list and each have a copy, that way we’ll know who goes where easier,” Elijah suggested, ripping out a page of his notepad as he began to scribble down the names of the transfer students attending Witch School.
Then once he was done, he held the piece of paper out for Collie or Sanura to take from him. ”Familiarizing ourselves with all the transfers should be our first goal. Once we know who they all are, we’ll have a better chance of keeping an eye on all of them and helping each other out. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you two how important it is that we keep every last transfer here safe,” he continued on, turning his attention back down to his notes.
Safe.
The importance that word held went beyond keeping the transfers out of harms way. It meant keeping their people safe as well, it meant protecting as many lives as possible, and it meant making sure no one else died. Perhaps this plan of his was foolish, perhaps it was naive to think it would work, but right now, Elijah’s main concern rested with keeping everyone safe, and this was the best plan for it.
He couldn’t allow himself to dwell on his thoughts on the subject for too long though, lest his thoughts got away from him. After all, there really was no guarantee that this would work. Not in a long shot. But what other options did they have? They couldn’t afford to stay here. Already too many lives had been lost to the Isle, Elijah wasn’t planning on losing anymore.
Clearing his throat, Elijah forced himself from his thoughts, focusing on the two girls instead. ”Have either of you learned anything about the transfers yet? Anything that the rest of us should know?” He questioned with ease, putting an emphasis on how important it was for them all to share information. Working together would be a lot harder if no one actually cooperated. He had to get that across to the other two Isle leaders, especially with how...tense things were between them all right now. The atmosphere itself was tense and rigid, as if you would have to wade through it to get anywhere.
The sooner they could go over everything needed in this meeting and go their separate ways, the better. Elijah wasn’t sure how long he could leave these two in the same room together anyways.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:28:22 GMT -5
Casey Laramie de Vil Daughter of Cruella & Lars
With how friendly the dog was it was hard to resist petting the adorable creature. So with plenty of “awws” and “ohhs” Laramie dropped down to her knees so she could pet the dog better. ”Well of course he noticed me, just like you said, we’re matching,” she spoke up, voice a higher pitch than normal as she swapped from talking to the owner of the dog to the dog himself. ”Oh yes we are, aren’t we? We’re matching! Except I don’t have any of those adorable spots like you do, no I don’t,” she cooed our to Dipper, scratching his ear with a large smile on her face.
Surely if her mother ever saw her like this, Laramie would be in a world of trouble. But really, it wasn’t like Laramie listened to that old bag of bones anymore, if she did she wouldn’t have moved out by now. Besides, Cruella didn’t approve of Howl and that sure didn’t stop Laramie before, so it wasn’t as if her mother’s disapproval would stop now.
Though she probably should get off the ground at some point. ”He’s a gorgeous dog,” she spoke up, this time talking to the owner again. ”Absolutely precious,” the de Vil girl added, smiling down at Dipper as she got up or her feee and dusted off her clothes, looking the stranger over.
Or well, not stranger, he had just introduced himself after all.
Smiling at Eddie, Laramie took his hand in her own and shook it. ”It’s nice to meet you, Eddie, I’m Laramie, and if I’m not mistaken, you must be one of the transfers attending Dragon Hall, right?” Laramie guessed, cupping her chin in her hand as she leaned ever so slightly to the side, studying Eddie closely for a few moments.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 15, 2018 4:15:45 GMT -5
Beldane Conchobar Cipher Son of Bill Cipher and Celestebellabethabelle
"Hahahahaha! Moose, we need to hurry!" Despite the urgent nature of his words, Celestebeldaneabelle Conchobar Cipher didn't seem like he was in any particular hurry. They were supposed to meet Celeste and Talulah down by the shore, but Dane -- or rather, his best buddy, pal, and chum, Moose -- had gotten distracted by a barrel of shiny objects. "Bellbell and Talulah are waiting on us, you old mutt!" And hanging out with his only surviving sibling meant the world to the Cipher boy. With his twin and their baby sister murdered, they were all they had left.
Well, Dane had Poppy and Diggeroo, of course, and Thacky and Celeste had Tex and Del and the funny little snake boy that lived down by the docks, but that's not what he meant. Family. Blood.
Well, Diggy was his blood, but-
That wasn't the point right now.
"We're almost there, Moose, haha, we don't want her to rip our throats out for being too late and so close, yeah?" Not that Dane thought Celeste would do that, anyway. A lot of time had passed since the simple days of stabbing each other with knives and laughing about it.
With that, Dane and...er...the Great Dane (if you asked Dane, Moose was a better man than him, being a Great Dane was suitable) were back on their way again, with the man whistling and trying to twirl a reusable water bottle, a rare treasure that he was proud of, in his hand like a baton.
"Celeste! You out here?" Technically, the docks weren't their territory, and Dane could benefit from being less...obnoxiously loud out here. But he didn't care. What would those pirates do to him, yeah? Rip his eye out? Been there, done that? His tongue? Ooooh, that'd be interesting, he figured he'd make a damn good mime. But could he mime if they cut off his fingers?
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 19, 2018 2:58:06 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellebethabelle
After a few more minutes of waiting around Talulah had finally stopped trying to drink the salty ocean water. Now no longer having to worry about her familiar lapping up anything that would make her sick, Celeste could focus on the fact that Dane had yet to appear. They had never specified a time to meet down here, but surely he would have gotten here by now, right? Maybe she was starting to get a little irrational with her worries, she had to be. Dane was a grown man. If he had managed to survive on the Isle this long then he was bound to be okay. Something had kept him from heading straight down here; perhaps he had to stay at home a little longer to do something with Diggy or help Poppy out with something before he had been able to leave to come down to the shoreline. Those were all logical explanations and should have been the first things to pop inside Celeste’s head, but that wasn’t the case here. Not when it came to Dane. If somebody else she was meeting had been running late, like Del, she’d automatically think it was something to do with higher up coven things. Now that Auradon transfers were on the Isle all the gangs were busy. She knew firsthand that the Coven was doing its best to seem as welcoming as possible to any of the transfers that had come over to the Isle. Del being busy with something like that made a lot of sense. Her being late would make sense. But what about Dane? He was busy too, but…
What if on his way here Bill had found him? What if that triangle demon crossed paths with her brother and now something was wrong, what if something happened? There were so many possibilites out there, so many things that could have happened to her brother between when he left and now. For all she knew he could be gutted somewhere, his body splayed open and emptied out, a trial of his guts leading off to no telling where. Maybe his throat was slit open just like how Blythe’s had been. Or maybe he had been stabbed multiple times with each stab inching ever closer to vital organs until finally the blade had clipped his heart or his lungs. What if he was out there just bleeding to death right now? What if he was out there suffering and in pain and she couldn’t get there to help him? Dane was going to die and there would be nothing she could do about it. It would be all her fault that he was gone. Because she hadn’t been able to do anything, because she hadn’t been able to help him.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t- And there was the tears.
The brush of fur against her leg told her that Talulah had come up beside her in an attempt to comfort her. Celeste managed to calm down just enough to wipe away a few tears, but she still felt new ones form in the corner of her eyes and trickle down her cheeks. She should be used to this by now considering how often she found herself crying these days, but here she was, still surprised at herself for being such a crybaby. Seriously, when did that even happen? Somehow she had went from hitting people upside the head with sticks to crying about the dumbest things. Like how she sobbed the other day because Talulah was just so beautiful of a dog. And it wasn’t just a small sob. No, it was a full on five hours of sobbing. Just over the fact that Talulah was absolutely amazing and wonderful and smart and just the best.
Before Celeste could start sobbing about that all over again the dog in question pulled away from her owner and let out an excited yap. With a wagging tail Talulah bounded off toward what was very obviously Moose and Dane.
”Dane!”
There was Dane. Dane and Moose. Dane was okay. He wasn’t dying or dead or in pain or anything. Here he was, happy and healthy and just being Dane.
Before she could stop and think better of her actions Celeste shot forward in an attempt at running toward her brother, which wasn’t really a run, it was more like some sort of awkward attempt at it. It was like if a Beluga whale had sprouted actual human limbs but the human limbs were really, really chubby and short so that really the whale was still crawling on its belly and its body was just flapping along like some disastrous blubber balloon. Oh, and the whale was on land. Do with that image as you wish. That’s what she looked like right now. But of course this horrendous graceless whale soon had it coming to her. Fate knew that it had created a devilish creature and was ready to smite it with the same force that had, sadly, destroyed the dinosaur population many, many, many years ago.
The unicorn tripped right on her own feet.
Fate didn’t have it completely out for her, though. Celeste had been just close enough to her brother to reach out and take a hold of him. Her fall was lessened by the fact she had managed a very loose and sloppy hug, but that sloppy hug didn’t stop her from arms from sliding down her brother’s body until she fell down on the ground, landing awkwardly on her knees first before tipping over and landing on her side. A faint groan came from the unicorn as she lay there, knowing full well there was no way she’d be able to get up on her own. It was up to Dane to save her or else she was just going to rot away here on the beach, and while Celeste needed to be disposed of, nobody wanted a rotting unicorn corpse ruining the shore. What a way to ruin a fun day at the beach.
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