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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 11, 2019 2:21:31 GMT -5
C̸̨̰͈̠̥̬̩̱̪̗͍͕̪͛͛̋͒̐̏̄́̋͌̀͑͜͠͝ͅƠ̶̧̢̹̞̠͉̰̳̣͙̙͂̀͗͆̏̆̈́͑̏͘͠R̴̢͉͍̪͇̰͖̯̱̭̞̟͓̂̓͊̆̅̌̿̋́̎͋̆͜͝Ř̶̲͍̬͇̲̺̭͂͊̔͂̐̽̆͑̕Ư̷̧̬͙̠͙̜̱̝̪͕̣̟͙͌̾͑́͌͆͑̓͝Ṕ̴̧̛͙̺̞͂̆͋̐̚͠͝͝T̶̡̡̛͔͉̙̗͇͉͖̻̥̬̗̲͆́͂͊͋͑̓̒̄̑̾̕̚̕E̷̢̹͕̦̠̓̍̒͋̕͠Ŗ̶̳̣̜̱̠͘ ̴͕͇̑͋͐T̶̼̩̺̘̝̺̰̝̬̱̫́́̾̑͆̒̇̆̎̇̆̚͘̚ͅÍ̶̫̠͇̩̜͚̘̙̺̘̰̀̅̔͑͛̽́̏̅͠͝͠͠͝M̸̧̮̺͎͔̩̤̟̯̥͍̊͌̌͌͌̈̌̄̐̈́̕E̷̠̍́̓͆̅̐̿̍͘ daughter of turbo and cy-bug
A small part of the cybug had been expecting some sort of disagreement from her newfound friend. She could only wonder what Candy would have responded with considering the other green-haired girl seemed a bit reluctant to kill her father. Was everybody outside the brood like that? Reluctant to maim and kill and injure? It was an interesting observation that she had made even before leaving the rest of the cy-bugs. Everybody out here seemed so...so...what word could she use? She thought for a moment, trying to find the right word. And then it came to her.
Weak.
Weak. She hated that word. It wasn’t a good word, not a good one at all. Just the word alone made her curl up her lip in disgust, sharper than average canines flashing in the dim light of the Isle. She felt her clench her hands into fists ever so so slightly, a tinge of pain running through her arms as she moved her hands. She had almost forgotten that she had cuts slicing through the skin on her arms, but yet that movement of her hands and arm muscles reminded her and she had to bite back a growl. Those cuts were extremely annoying, but they were healing. Candy had sacrificed part of her clothes just so the cybug could get the bleeding to stop. That was important. It was really important. It was important because survival meant so much to the bug. More than anything really. It was why she was so keen on killing Candy’s dad because if something happened to Candy then something could happen to the cybug herself, and that wasn’t good. She wasn’t allowed to die. Anything that got in her way of that goal, anything that got in the way of her making it out to the top, needed to be destroyed. It was as simple as that.
Good to go. Of course she was good to go. She had those annoying little cuts on her arm and she had been disorientated earlier, but she was fine now. She even had somebody with her that could help. ”I’m fine now,” she murmured, moving her arms once again. The pain was still there but she was able to ignore it. It wasn’t unlike anything she had felt before when it came to pain. She could deal with this, and soon the wounds would be completely healed and she would be back at top condition. ”I'm fine. We’re cousins now, you can trust me on this.” Because being “cousins” totally gave forth a new bond of trust, that’s exactly how it worked.
When Candy first reached out and wrapped her arms around the cybug the bug couldn’t help but stiffen ever so slightly in reaction. There was a split second of survival reaction that ran through her, that made her want to push the other girl off and perhaps take a chunk out of her to remind her who was boss here, but the cybug was able to curb this behavior and she simply froze there in the embrace. This was normal. She had observed this sort of behavior in others before. She wasn’t exactly sure what these things were called, but she had seen them before and they were generally accepted. To fit in she needed to accept these things. And they weren’t...bad...just weird. Yeah, weird. But she would get used to them. She would have to if she wanted to fit in. ”This...this is fine,” she responded slowly when Candy questioned if this was okay or not. Tentatively she reached out and wrapped her arms around Candy in return. This sort of intimacy with another person was weird, but she would what she had to to fit in. If somebody caught on to her and realized she was different, realized she wasn’t like the others, she’d have to stop them. She had no qualms stopping people, but right now she needed people on her side. She needed people that would be willing to help her out.
Back to the names. Names. She needed a name if she was going to fit in. That was something she thought about a lot, wasn’t it? Fitting in. Well, at least she could pride herself in learning how to mold rather well into new situations. She was adaptable, hardy. All she needed was a few chances to observe how others handled emotion and socialization and then she was good to go. Lucky for her she was rather sharp minded when it came to those things, able to learn rather quickly. ”Candy is a very good name.” The cybug nodded. ”But that’s your name, I can’t take it.” While she couldn’t take Candy, she could take on a name that was similar, right? Yes, she could do that. She wasn’t sure what sort of name she would give herself, but she needed one. She could give herself something that perhaps started with a ‘C’ as well. Something that fit her. Something that could describe her. Candy had said that she was sweet just like candy…
A sharp snort came from the older woman when an idea ran through her mind. Corrupted. She was a corrupted little bug. That was something she had heard before, and the word ‘corrupted’ had been something she heard in other contexts as well when it came to something about her. Her father had been corrupted, had he not? And her mother was just a scourge on everything as a whole, corrupting anything and everything. Nothing about her was honest and true or even okay. No, she was rather corrupted just as others had said, wasn’t she? It fit, she thought, to give herself a name along those lines.
Her lips pulled back ever so slightly in something like a proud sneer as she spoke up, ”I can be Corrupter.” And then, ”I’m Corrupter.”
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 11, 2019 2:24:23 GMT -5
Tansy Maldonia daughter of tiana and naveen
Waiting for the other girl to tell her what she could or couldn’t do when it came to tasting the soup was a lot harder than Tansy had thought it would be. On one hand she was being a rather decent guest. As decent a guest as she could be after literally climbing through the window and into the house instead of using the front door like some sort of civilized human being. Then on the other hand she wanted to dive right in and taste this soup. It honestly smelled really good, like something she knew she was going to like right off the bat. So far since coming to the Isle she hadn’t really had anything that was as good as food she could get back on Auradon, but that was to be completely expected. That was one of the first things she had known coming into this whole transfer thing. This was the main reason why she had decided to be part of this. She wanted to bring better food to these kids because in her opinion good food made everybody happy and made everything better. Maybe this would be a good start for her in reaching her goal. She would taste test this Isle made food, see how it was, add in her own opinions, and perhaps this other woman - who she still had no idea what her name was, then again she hadn’t said her name yet either - would see that Tansy’s opinion did matter. From there she could maybe get her name circulating around the Isle and people would start coming to her for advice on food. That would be amazing if she could get her start right here. Look at her, getting a start only three days in. She really was going to make a difference, wasn’t she?
Okay, slow down, Tansy, before your pride gets you into more trouble than you could get yourself out of. Eh, she wasn’t going to slow down. She was a rather prideful girl and that was for sure going to get to her one day, but currently she was too stubborn to believe even that. Anyway.
With a nod of thanks, Tansy took the freshly made tortilla that the other girl handed her. Not missing a beat she dipped part of the tortilla into the batch of soup and used it to scoop out a decent sample from the pot. Bringing it up to her lips she took a second to make sure it wasn’t hot enough to burn her mouth before she took a bite. Rather than wolf it down like some starved animal she let it sit there in her mouth for a good little bit, taking her time in really tasting it and checking out the flavors that came with it.
See, if Feather wasn’t as dumb then maybe she could do one of those weird commentary things that chefs do on those cooking shows where it’s all like, “Wow, Greg, you did amazing with these bananas, they have the right amount of cinnamon on them and they just melt in your mouth”. But that’s not happening because she can’t do that.
If she was being honest, the soup wasn’t the best, but it most certainly wasn’t the worst. The tortilla had been the best part of it all, but the soup itself had been good as well. A bit stale tasting, but three days into her stay on the Isle and Tansy was already getting used to that when it came to Isle food. Remembering that she was here to help this other girl figure out what was missing, Tansy took a moment to think everything through before coming to a conclusion that was then followed with a question. ”You wouldn’t happen to have any other spices around here, would you? Something like…” She stopped to think for a moment, wondering what exactly could be added into the soup. Then an idea came to her. ”Cumin, something like cumin, or maybe paprika if you want something a little more sweeter.” Though she somewhat doubted that was where this Isle kid wanted to go with her soup. Tortilla soup wasn’t something Tansy thought of as “sweet” if she was being honest, but hey, to each their own she supposed.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 13, 2019 23:12:58 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellebethabelle
Okay, deep breaths. Deep breaths, she told herself over and over, trying to keep herself from getting too worked up over this. It wasn’t like this was the first time underwear wrestling had happened, and this certainly wasn’t the first time she had needed to scramble around to make sure everything was set up and ready to go. The first time she had ever had to set up underwear wrestling had not been a good time, at least not for the first little bit there. She had stressed out to the point of having literally, but accidentally, swallowing one of the rocks she had been trying to bless to help calm her nerves and had then spent the next few minutes trying to get the pebble out of her throat so that she could actually breathe and stop choking on what should have been a stone of comfort, not a stone of airless death. But this time it was different. This wasn’t the typical dread that liked to pull and tear at her like some sort of ravenous demon, though. This was something totally different. At times it wasn’t that bad, something she could almost completely forget about if she has something else on her mind - which was rather easy to do considering she had a lot on her mind right now what with underwear wrestling happening. It had to be absolutely perfect, there was no way she could let anything mess up. This couldn’t be like what happened with the party. This had to go smoothly and flawlessly. And that’s why she was so sure all this pain was here, just a jumble of nerves that were trying to burst through and make themselves known. Which it really did make itself known, especially when it gripped her tightly enough that it made her stop. The most intense pain made it impossible for her to walk or even speak, and all she could do was hold on to something and let it pass. It wasn’t unlike anything else she had experienced though. The pain wasn’t exactly like the tearing and ripping she had experienced when Maria had whipped her over and over again, her back now littered with terrible scars, that, even years later, some would still tear back open if Celeste overdid it with something or if she moved in such a way that pulled the already way too sensitive skin on her back too far. That wasn’t like the pain she was feeling right now. The pain was more like something sharp, something pulling and tugging at her insides with all the force of a blade stabbing her.
Stabbing her. That’s what it felt like. Like she was being stabbed. Like that time back when she had been younger, quite a bit younger, and had been minding her own business, attempting to read a book she had managed to find that had been all about magic and gemstones and herbs. She had been splayed out on the little makeshift bed - it had been more like a few ragged and torn blankets that barely kept in any warmth - that she had shared with Blythe, and to be fair she had been all over the place and totally on Blythe’s side of the bed so when her little sister had come out of nowhere and just tackled Celeste, pinning her down on the blankets and without so much as a warning stabbed a knife straight into her elbow and into the blanket-clad ground below. The pain that jolted through her entire body had made her scream out and practically start crying on the spot. Trying to get Blythe off had not worked as the younger of the two had always been stronger, and keeping Celeste pinned and stabbed hadn’t been hard for her. She had told Celeste that she’d let her go only if she was also allowed to take her older sister’s tongue, and then Celeste would have to help Blythe sew this second tongue onto her first one so that she’d have two tongues and use it to freak people out. Yeah, it was safe to say that Celeste had not given into that, so she had been forced to stay stabbed to the ground for what she knew was at least fifteen minutes, completely in pain and bleeding, before Blythe finally let her go.
That was what this pain reminded her of. Of that time and of all the other times Blythe had taken a knife or something sharp to her. Anybody with common sense should be concerned that they currently felt like somebody was repeatedly stabbing them in the stomach, but Celeste had survived pain like that way too many times before. She knew she could push through it, and she was going to do just that if it meant seeing to it that this year’s tournament went off without a hitch.
”-about to fall over.”
The voice snapped Celeste out of her thoughts. She turned to see Arizona standing not too far away from her with the faintest look of concern crossing her features. ”What was that?” The unicorn asked. To be fair she hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to the fact that Arizona was there with her, especially after the initial surprise just over the fact that the cowgirl had volunteered to come help her set things up. A part of Celeste had been expecting somebody else to come and help her get these last few things set up, but it had honestly surprised her that it had been Arizona. If Celeste was being honest their relationship wasn’t exactly the best. But here lately Arizona had been more willing to help the unicorn out with things. All of the help had been nice, and there had been a few times where Celeste wondered if Arizona was finally warming up to her, or warming up to her as much as she could.
Thinking about it, maybe it wasn’t exactly surprising that Arizona had come to help. No, now that she was clearly thinking for the time being Celeste knew why the other girl had offered to come and help her. It wasn’t that she was trying to make their relationship a solid good one, no, it was all tied to what Arizona had told Celeste just the other day and the unicorn hadn’t taken it very well. All of this helping that Arizona had been doing had only been because she was trying to get on the unicorn’s good side so that Arizona could have free access to Talulah’s puppies that had been born only a few days ago. She was just doing all of this not because she wanted to fix things with Celeste, but because she just wanted to be with the puppies. Which, to be fair, Celeste didn’t blame Arizona, and she really did need the extra help after Talulah had gone and popped out fifteen puppies. Celeste had been overjoyed, and she still was, but she honestly hadn’t been expecting that many little dogs to take care of. At least Talulah had taken to motherhood like a duck took to water, but that was still a lot of little pups. That was the reason why the black and white mutt wasn’t with Celeste right now. She was with her litter, and Celeste was sure that was another reason why her nerves were getting to her as bad as they were. She had gotten so used to having her familiar at her side no matter where they went that not having her here right now was certainly a bit unnerving.
The concern that had briefly found its way over Arizona’s face faded when she seemed to realize that she was going to have to repeat herself. ”I asked if you were okay, you look like you could fall over.”
Right, she had been stumbling a bit here and there, hadn’t she? But she was fine. Totally fine. Sure she felt like she was being stabbed more often than not, she had the urge to kick something every so often, and she had maybe gotten about five minutes of sleep the night before after having used most of the night to pace around, but she was fine. ”I’m good, I’m ju-“ Celeste wasn’t able to finish that statement when another wave of sharp pain came over her, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t quite literally knock the breath right out of her lungs.
Before she could fall to the ground the unicorn actually managed to take a sharp turn and grab onto Arizona, pulling her into an unintentional hug where she was also putting most of her weight into the cowgirl as well. She wasn’t able to explain any of this to Arizona, the pain making it impossible for her to speak. All she could do was hang on to the cowgirl, trembling ever so slightly all the while that urge to lash out and kick something came over her again.
This suddenly lack of respecting personal space must have surprised Arizona quite a bit. Celeste felt her take a step back. ”What are you doing? Get off of me,” she huffed, using just enough of her strength to pry Celeste off of her.
Not prepared to be standing all on her own, Celeste fell straight to the ground, whatever little breath was left in her lungs leaving as she winced due to the pain of falling going up her spine. After a good minute or two the pain finally subsided just enough for Celeste to catch her breath and find her voice. She looked up and over at Arizona, trying her best not to glare at the other girl. There were a thousand things she could have said, but instead she simply asked in a weak voice, ”Can you help me up?”
Arizona complied. She leaned over and reached down, grabbing the unicorn by the arm. She started pulling forward, trying to get Celeste up for a few seconds before she grumbled, ”You’re going to have to help me here if you want up.”
”I’m...trying,” Celeste huffed. She was trying to get herself to her feet but at this point she was shaking too much to steady any part of her body well enough to even think about standing.
She could feel Arizona pulling at her arm a second time but still nothing. ”Seriously, if you can’t stand maybe you need to lea-“
”No,” Celeste grunted. ”I need to be here for this.”
”Right, because you’re so useful right now. Are you foundering or something? If that’s the case why not just put you down now? You’d probably be more useful that way.”
”Go ahead and try, I’ll gut you for it.”
A scoff came from the cowgirl. ”Ya know, I wouldn’t say you could do that, but knowing your record you do have a pretty solid trail of getting people killed, don’t you?”
That comment triggered something inside the equine girl that gave her just enough strength to clumsily get up to her feet. ”Don’t you dare go th-“
”Or what? You’ll find a way to get me killed too?”
If she was some sort of animal that could make a growl she would be doing that right now, but instead all she did was some sort of miffed horse-squeal under her breath. ”Just leave. I know you don’t want to be around me, just go and get ready or something.” Her tone wasn’t all that intimidating, mostly just strained, but it was the voice of somebody who didn’t want to hear any protesting.
Arizona seemed to get the point. She turned to leave, shooting one more look over at Celeste for a second. ”You’re right. I should go before you kill me. Too bad you’re not in the tournament or I’d make sure to crush you.” And then without another word Arizona walked on off and left Celeste to herself.
Once the redhead had walked off Celeste drew in a shaky breath and looked up, stopping herself from choking on a pitiful cry. She needed a minute or two, but finally she managed to gather herself and get to the point of not completely breaking down. Even if she was finding herself needing to hold on to the walls or any nearby chairs to help steady her as she walked, she needed to at least be somewhat stable enough to see this tournament through. She needed to calm herself down, get back to doing what she could to ignore this pain, and at least be somewhat helpful. People would be starting to arrive any minute now, and considering that this tournament was her whole thing she needed to make sure it went perfect and that meant holding herself back from letting Arizona’s words getting to her. They had stung and hurt, but she was Celeste Caballus, and she had survived a lot worse than just some words.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 15, 2019 3:45:49 GMT -5
Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
Two weeks. They had been on the Isle for about two weeks now and still Khari wasn’t exactly sure how he felt. By now he had met a lot of Isle kids, some of the more notable ones being Elijah Grimhilde, the son of the Evil Queen, Sanura Negasi, Scar’s eldest daughter, Njeri Chase who was the daughter of Nuka, and he couldn’t forget Earl Fisi, the son of Ed and the unexpected boyfriend of Basu, Khari’s cousin and emotional support animal. To be honest it was still a bit odd for him to think that Basu had come all the way to the Isle unexpectedly and within two days had found himself a hyena boyfriend. He had to admit that at first he had been suspicious of it all, how all of that had happened so fast. Khari was certainly used to Basu’s ability to develop a crush on somebody within two seconds of meeting them, but he had never really imagined Basu getting a boyfriend or girlfriend on a place like the Isle. But by now he was pretty used to and honestly he was starting to find Earl’s almost constant presence to be a simple part of his routine. It felt weird to him when there was a day the hyena-jackal wasn’t around. It was just something he had come to expect by now. At first he had been wary and suspicious, but after seeing more of how Earl and Basu interact put Khari at ease. He wasn’t an expert in romance or relationships or anything like that - and he never would be and would honestly never find himself in a relationship with anybody because nobody would want to deal with him all the time - but seeing how the two worked and how they just seemed to fit together with such ease… It made Khari happy. He was beyond happy to see Basu as happy as he was with Earl and he could only hope that their relationship would always be that way. But enough of that, he didn’t need to sit here and contemplate his cousin’s relationship, no when there was something more important that needed his attention.
The son of Kiara and Kovu was still somewhat confused by it, but he had heard a lot of talk about underwear wrestling in the past few days. The lion could recall one of the first times he had met with Eli and the high priest had explained to him just what underwear wrestling was. Even now Khari found it to be...an interesting concept. He supposed it wasn’t that far from regular wrestling, but he had learned in his two weeks here that the Isle did a lot of things differently here. When he put more thought into it underwear wrestling didn’t seem as weird as it had sounded when Eli had first mentioned it to him. After spending two weeks on the Isle he had seen some truly interesting things that had left him with more questions than answers. He felt that, at this point, if he questioned underwear wrestling then he would need to start questioning something as normal as cooking food before eating it.
Anyway, back to the original point here.
Being on the Isle for two weeks had somewhat calmed his base fears. The kids here didn’t seem any more savage than what he would see on Auradon. Maybe he had wanted to question a few more things that seemed to be considered normal here on the Isle, but did he honestly have a right to do so? He didn’t think he did. He probably did a lot of questionable things in the eyes of an Isle kid so maybe he would leave his questions unspoken. At least for now. If something really yearned for an answer he would maybe ask the question. Depended on who would be around to answer at that time more than likely.
Comparing and contrasting who was weirder aside, Khari forced himself to focus on what was ahead; he was nearing the Sanguine and could already see quite a few people gathering nearby. After having not gone to the party despite his cousins attending - after hearing what had happened he was rather glad he had managed to get out of that one - he felt it only fair for him to attend underwear wrestling. He had to admit he was fairly intrigued by it, especially after he had listened to Elijah go on about it that one time. For a brief moment he wondered if he would be there. He shook his head. Even if he was there was no way he’d want to talk to somebody like Khari. Eli would more than likely be far too busy with people who actually mattered, he wouldn’t have time for an interaction with the lion boy. Not that anybody would want to talk with him anyway. He wasn’t that interesting of a character, rather bland and just overall socially awkward at best. It was why he tended to stick to Basu and Bala, more so Basu than Bala if he was being fair.
Now even while he was going he was for sure not going to get involved. There was no way he was going to do that. He would support anybody else who was going to go out there and give it their all, but he was not about to strip down to nothing but his underwear and wrestle other almost naked kids. He would watch and give his support, but there was no way anybody would get him out there and actually get involved, no way at all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 15, 2019 3:46:43 GMT -5
Ezra Grimhilde son of the evil queen and magic mirror
Today was a little different than most. Egg was actually awake before three in the afternoon, which was always a little weird since he typically didn’t start his day until way after everybody else in the Grimhilde household did. He honestly could have kept sleeping until his regular time to wake up had it not been for the fact that his younger sister had quite literally screeched and bit him awake. Not that he minded that, and he could function without a lot of sleep, but it did feel weird to be up at a time earlier than three.
”Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!”
He hadn’t budged at first, had only barely heard his name being screamed in the back of his mind all the way in some sort of dream.
Then it came a second time. ”Eeeeeeeeeeeegggggggggggggg!”
Still nothing.
Then a third, this time shrillier and a lot closer than the first two screams had been. ”Egg! Egg! Egg! Egg! Eggeggegegegegegegeggegegegegg!”
Before Egg could completely wake up to the world around him the breath was knocked right out of his lungs as a harsh weight collided right onto his back. It wasn’t long until that shrill scream entered the air again, this time the noise coming right from behind his ear. ”Eeeeeeeeeeeeggggggggggg!” And then there was a splitting pain that shot from his ear all the way down to the base of his skull causing him to gasp out, finally open his eyes, and roll over onto his stomach. Whoever had crashed right into him had moved out of the way as Egg didn’t feel like he had crushed anybody underneath him. As soon as he got his bearings, he spotted the all too familiar form of his little sister Eliza standing right above him with an all too wide smirk across her face. ”Hey, you’re finally awake! I was gonna puke on you if you didn’t wake up after I bit your ear.”
Despite the pain that was throbbing in his ear, Egg couldn’t be mad at Eliza. He didn’t think he could ever be mad at any of his siblings, not really. He wasn’t exactly a serious person, but he was serious when it came to his siblings and how much he cared about them. He cared about them enough that even if one of them almost broke his back and then almost ripped his ear clean off he’d still not get even the slightest bit mad. Instead he found himself offering a slight laugh. ”So what’s going on? Did a giant worm come and tap you on the shoulder asking if you wanted some dirt? Should have took it if you didn’t. Or is the worm still here? Let’s go meet him,” Egg suggested, pushing himself up to his feet. As he did he felt something warm slide down his jaw and down his neck like a little spider crawling down his skin. He brought a hand up and wiped at his neck, glancing at what was on his hand afterward. Against his pale skin was a nice little smear of bright red blood, his ear bleeding from where Eliza had sunk her teeth into the delicate flesh. He took a second to push away the pain that was still throbbing in his ear; at least it wasn’t that bad, or didn’t feel like it was too bad. It hurt and stung, and he was definitely bleeding, but it wasn’t like Eliza had torn his ear off or anything like that. He would potentially be a bit more worried if that were the case, but also imagine if he only had one ear. Now that would be pretty cool. One ear Egg. Had a nice ring to it. Maybe he should let Eliza bite his ear off next time.
Egg was pulled from these thoughts whenever said sister spoke up. ”No, but that would have been cool. I would have eaten him, though, he can keep his dirt. Mmm, actually, I’d eat him and take his dirt so I can bathe in it. Dirt is a lot more fun to take a bath in than actual water because water makes me all wet and gross and I feel heavy and then I can’t just swoosh!” She said this as she jabbed an arm through the air as fast as she could to demonstrate how she would “swoosh”. ”And you know what happens when I can’t swoosh? I get this little mini version of me inside my head and she just screams and she’s constantly screaming and sometimes she tries to swoosh but she falls over and starts screaming even more until she’s screamed so loud that my real self starts screaming and then both me and my mind self are screaming and after we’ve both screamed for about ten minutes I have to get a snack, but there’s not a lot of snacks here sometimes because everybody else has to eat and so then I get really hungry, so hungry that I think about what it would be like to eat you or Del or Bryo or Eli or Emrys and I get really close to chomping off somebody’s fingers but then I stop because I don’t want to really eat one of you, not yet at least. I’m not that desperate yet. But then there I am screaming even more and not sure what to do because all I wanted was to swoosh and then there wasn’t anything to eat and I’m just sort of sitting there screaming for a really long time and I think one time I screamed loud enough that somebody in Auradon heard it because I was hit with a rock after screaming one time and I don’t think anybody was around to have thrown it at me so it sort of just came from nowhere and after I looked at the rock I decided it was from Auradon and so I screamed some more and finally it was bedtime so I made Del throw my blanket over me and I fell asleep and forgot all about that rock until just now.”
That was honestly a lot to take in, but Egg was pretty used to his sister going on little tangents like this. If she wasn’t screaming then she was pretty much going on a tangent like this, always going from one point to another. He was going to respond by asking her something about the rock, but before he could even part his lips to speak Eliza was on it again, not keen on stopping just yet.
”Oh! Egg! D’ya know what today is?”
”Is it-”
”Underwear wrestling! It’s underwear wrestling today!”
That was right. Eliza was right. Today was the day for underwear wrestling. He had almost let that totally slip his mind, which he had no idea why that would even happen since he was pretty invested in underwear wrestling. It was one of the only days where him being naked wasn’t as weird as it usually was because just about everybody else was throwing their half naked bodies onto other half naked bodies. ”Will yo-”
”Of course! Yeah, yeah, there’s no way I’m not going! Do you think those Auradon kids are going to get in it? That’s gonna be really fun to watch. Okay, Egg,” she started, taking a deep breath as if she was about to scream but in the end her voice stayed at the same level despite that already being pretty screechy, ”I gotta go. Scream at you later!” And with that the bird girl took off and Egg was left to his own devices, at least for now.
Forgetting about his bloody ear for a moment there, Egg looked around the room, a new thought crossing his mind now that Eliza had left. Was Elfie still around? After Eliza had swooshed right onto him he hadn’t even been able to see if his twin was around in the room or even nearby. ”Elfie?” He called out, looking around for any signs of his half-brother twin. He had to wonder what his brother was up to and what sort of trouble they could get into today whether it be something with underwear wrestling or something totally different. Whatever Elfie had in mind he was ready for no matter what it was.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2019 17:26:15 GMT -5
Elfred Grimhilde Son of the Evil Queen & Buster
Something that was always, always a bad idea was telling Elfie not to do something, because then that just meant he obviously had to do the thing. Especially if the person telling him not to do the thing was Elijah. Yeah, yeah, technically not only was he high priest and Elfie’s older brother, but he also didn’t know how to have fun. Too wrapped up in whatever drama sequence he had playing in his head at the time, and Elfie was positive that Elijah had a big scheme going on trying to prevent Elfie from having fun as well. Maybe he got other people in on the scheme sometimes and it was this whole big thing that Elfie just didn’t know about.
Whatever it was, his older brother couldn’t prevent him from having a little fun today. Today was Underwear Wrestling day. Which meant that anyone important on the Isle - so basically none of the old hags that were their parents - would be at the big event. Whether to watch or to participate. Elfie had always been incredibly invested in underwear wrestling, and made a habit of attending every year though he never participated.
His body was definitely meant for stripping down to the bare minimum, but it was angelic, a true masterpiece to behold. It was a work of art meant to be looked at, not something to be tossed around like a sack of flour that had hardened from expiration and needs to be whacked about for a bit.
Or at least, Elfie liked to put on the display of having an angelic body. So long as he acted like he did, most people typically believed him and he was sticking to it.
Point before though, his body wasn’t meant for cowboy like underwear wrestling endeavors. So while he would go and admire everyone else’s sweat clad bodies as they wrestled like dogs in their undies, Elfie refrained from participating for all the reasons stated before.
However today, well today he might not even attend.
He had other ideas in mind for today.
Listening to Eliza and Egg in the background, Elfie kept his gaze out the window. He had been in the room the entire time, however Eliza had chosen to go to Egg instead. He wasn’t offended, after all he was staring ominously out the window like some sort of brooding ex villain turned reluctant hero about to explain his tragic backstory to the plucky new heroes that were probably more annoying than anything else.
He wasn’t actually brooding, however he had been told before that his brooding face looked a lot like his plotting face. Which worked out just fine for him. After all, while no one seemed to have any problems pestering him while he was plotting, there seemed to be some sort of unspoken respect for his brooding by most people. Having the two expressions look so similar meant he was often left to plot in peace. Which worked out just fine for him considering that was what he wanted.
Besides, Elfie was content to let Eliza do her thing anyways, he wasn’t about to get involved in her screaming and biting and swooshing. Elfie was the cool brother, he wasn’t about to give up his title over something like this. If he was gonna lose his title over anything it would be getting into a naked fist fight with Hai in the middle of the outlands as they duked it out like sweaty fallen angels from the heavens above.
If that wasn’t happening, Elfie wasn’t gonna lose his title as the cool brother.
Though, in his opinion, even if his weird fantasy of fighting Hai, naked, in the outlands did happen, he sincerely doubted that would make him lose his title as the cool brother. If anything else it would just make him even cooler than he already was, and he was already awesome.
Waiting until Eliza had finally left and Egg called out his name, Elfie finally acknowledged that he wasn’t alone in the room by a small flick of his hand. ”How’s the ear?” Elfie asked, gaze not straying from the window. He might’ve been a little busy plotting, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention. He got the gist of what had happened, and no matter how cool and aloof he might’ve liked to seem, Elfie couldn’t stop himself from worrying over a majority of his siblings. Egg being on top of that list.
Of course he knew his twin was plenty capable of taking care of himself. That didn’t stop the worry though, especially if something ever actually happened to Egg. Elfie couldn’t lose his twin to anything, and he’d fight whatever tried to hurt him...unless it was Eliza, Elfie was still all for encouraging her biting habits. After all, Elfie bit people too, biting should become more normalized or something. Living in a constant world where biting was not okay wasn’t any fun.
It was instinct to bite if someone got to close. Someone he didn’t like tried to hug him and Elfie would just chomp down on their arm. That usually got them to go away. Eliza practicing her biting on her siblings was like...self defense lessons for the future. How was Elfie supposed to put a stop to that?
That was a trick question obviously. He’d never put a stop to it.
Turning away from the window, Elfie put his focus on his half-brother twin. ”If it’s bleeding, we should take care of it,” he explained as he walked over to Egg. ”Lemme see,” he requested, already trying to get a good look at the ear.
Sibling bite or not, Elfie was still gonna worry and at least take care of the ear first before he dove into his master plan for the day with his brother. After all, taking care of his twin came first, scheming came second.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2019 17:27:36 GMT -5
Elijah Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
After weeks of laboring away within his tent working on underwear, the big event that would show off every special pair of underwear had finally come. Underwear Wrestling had always been a rather big thing for the Isle and it’s inhabitants. At least for the last couple of years that it had been around. The event had to wait until most of the residents were old enough to come up with the idea.
After all, it wasn’t like any of actual adults would’ve been able to come up with something this creative and fun. Underwear wrestling brought people together in the most bizarre way.
Through tackling each other to the ground in specially made paint and underwear...the paint was optional, the underwear was not.
Unless you lost, of course.
All of that aside, Elijah could sense the vibrant energy bouncing off of everyone as they got ready for the big event. It was an all day thing, as they had to get all of the matches in until only one victor remained. Elijah had never participating himself. The whole thing seemed rather barbaric to him really, not to mention there were a...few other issues with him stripping to his underwear to get into a physical fight with someone else.
No matter though, today was not a day to dwell on thoughts like that. Besides, even if he didn’t participate in the actual event, Elijah had always been a big supporter of it, always showing up and sitting down to watch and cheer on. It was thanks to one of his council members that it was a thing to begin with, and as possibly the only underwear maker on the Isle, it only seemed right that he showed up to support Celeste, the underwear, and everyone wearing them.
That was why Elijah had shown up bright and early for the event and found a place to settle down. Somewhere he would get a good view of the matches without running risk of getting too close, he had a blanket spread out, a picnic basket full of treats and snacks, and of course an extravagant umbrella mounted behind him. Laced and bursting with color the umbrella was impossible to miss. It wasn’t everyday that Elijah got to use his blue and teal patterned umbrella, yet he couldn’t resist bringing it today. Just as he had every year before him...well actually, he made sure to get a new umbrella for each new year of underwear wrestling. After all, he wasn’t tacky, if he was going to bring an umbrella it was going to be a new one.
Reusing the same umbrella year after year was like...like, well it was like wearing the same pair of dirty, old underwear for every tournament. Which, at least as far as he knew, Tex had always done that. The reigning champion had a pair of underwear he saved specially for today. He probably kept it locked away in some sort of special box that he only got out before underwear wrestling to give it a good pre-wrestling wash before throwing it on and tackling man after man in the pair like some sort of sweaty cowboy kangaroo.
Wait no, kangaroos were into boxing. What animal represented underwear wrestling?
They needed a mascot. Perhaps he should bring it up to Celeste later. They could get an official animal mascot for the event so Elijah could properly compare Tex to said animal in a better analogy than the one he had just come up with.
Anyways, thoughts aside, Elijah had to admit that he was rather excited for the event. This would be the first year that the transfers from Auradon could come to, and after the catastrophe at the party last week, they desperately needed something to boost morale around here. Getting the transfers involved in easily one of the biggest events on the Isle would be good for them.
Ah, speaking of transfers, Elijah had been keeping his eyes open for one in particular. Khari Negasi. He hadn’t been able to spend much time with his newfound friend this past week and he would be lying if he claimed he wasn’t hoping to use today as a chance to further get to know the lion boy.
Luckily it seemed as if he had just arrived and as soon as Elijah saw him he stuck a hand in the air, waving him over. ”Khari! Over here!” He called out to him, waving his hand around dramatically to get the transfer’s attention. Then, as if another thought just occurred to him, he stuck his hand further in the air as he waved over to Khari. ”It’s me, Eli!” It felt a little ridiculous to remind the other boy who he was, yet at the same time Elijah merely wanted to be sure Khari hadn’t forgotten him within the last week.
Elijah had never considered himself anything close to forgettable before, yet it still seemed like a good idea just to check. Just in case - for whatever reason - Khari had forgotten him within the last week.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 16, 2019 17:30:22 GMT -5
Kimberly Slim Son of Alameda Slim & Katherine Barlow
Today was going to be a good day.
Any day that let Tex show off his skills in a way that didn’t make people be all like “Tex, you cant wrestle the pigs, that’s bad” was a good day. Come on Ginny, those pigs were asking for it and they were more than capable of handling their own in a fight. He had known that since he was small. Pigs always seemed to be out to get him, he was just better at fending them off now.
Grinning to himself, Tex pried open a slightly wobbly slab of wood in his floors. He had been storing things under there for years. It was just about the only place in the house that the rest of his family didn’t know about. Which was probably a good thing considering what was hidden away in there.
Pushing a few messy stacks of letters he had never sent aside, Tex grabbed a small wooden box. Something he had made himself back when he was younger. Only the most precious of cargo belonged here.
Glancing around just to make sure none of his siblings were watching from a corner or something - they were weird, he wouldn’t put it passed someone like Kit or Wyoming to be lurking in a dark corner of his room - he pulled a key out of his pocket and carefully opened up the box to reveal a recently cleaned pair of old, worn out underwear.
There it was.
His most prized possession next to the sock...oh and his hat. This was his third most prized possession right here. The sock, his hat, and his special underwear.
Come to think of it, a lot of his prized possessions were just really old and probably gross clothes. What did that say about him as a person? Eh, it didn’t matter, he had other things to worry about right now. Like underwear wrestling.
Quickly getting out of his clothes and into the underwear, Tex stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He had the underwear on, as well as his hat. Other than that however he wore nothing but the brown paint he had smudged onto his body. His war paint. He was going to war in underwear armor and brown war paint, and he looked good.
See, Tex wasn’t someone super vain like the Grimhilde family. But he could at least stand there, flex, and admire his muscled body for a few minutes without it getting weird. It wasn’t like he was super fit or anything. Living on the Isle made it impossible to be this giant beefcake, even if he somehow miraculously found good enough food to sustain himself and even more people but instead hogged it all to himself and maybe Celeste.
Point being, no one, and Tex meant it when he said that. No one could physically be extremely big and muscular on the Isle, no matter what the conditions were. However, by Isle standards, Tex liked to think he looked pretty good. He definitely had that muscle, it just...wasn’t as much as it would be if he was on Auradon, that was all.
”Looking good Kimmy, want me to put the sock on the door so you and the mirror can be alone?”
At the sound of Wyoming’s voice, Tex froze in place. There she was. The little gremlin of the stables. Almost a cryptid in her own right except that instead of being a mystery, Wyoming was just everywhere all the time, trying to be the most annoying little alien obsessed heathen that walked the earth.
Grumbling, Tex turned around and glared at his younger sister. ”Don’t call me that,” he practically growled out at her.
He had spent so long trying to bury that name. It was a bad name. No one wanted to walk around trying to be a tough and cool cowboy when they had a name like Kimberly. No one would even take them seriously. Tex sure wouldn’t.
For the most part, he had basically killed the name like a kick from a horse to the head. Yet somehow, against all odds, a small amount of the name remained and it was all thanks to the annoying little pest standing before him, her braided hair tangled into some sort of mess with the binoculars taped to her head like giant bug goggles.
Wyoming smiled in response, creeping her little bug eyed binocular self into his room. ”Whatcha gonna do about it?” She questioned with ease.
Oh he knew what he was gonna do about it.
She looked like a bug, she might as well fly like one.
So without saying a single word to the cowgirl, Tex picked her up, walked right up to his window, and chucked her out of it.
That oughta teach her.
Sadly, despite his expert throw as he threw her right out his open window, Wyoming took to it like a bird took to wings, letting out a cheer as she prepared for her landing. ”Whoo! I feel like Mothman!” She yelled, tucking her whole body in as she hit the ground, rolling until she spread her legs out and could lie down flat on her back.
A little scuffed up, but over all she had done that so well Tex had to wonder just how many times Wyoming had been chucked out a window like that.
Probably a lot. She was pretty annoying.
With a roll of his eyes, Tex closed his window. ”Weirdo,” he muttered under his breath, glancing once at the clock before realizing how late it was getting.
He had to get to underwear wrestling and make sure he didn’t miss anything.
So with that thought in mind, Tex slid back on his clothes over the underwear and war paint and rushed out of his room, towards the stables to grab Ace. They had a tournament to get to.
It luckily didn’t take him long to round up Ace - and Ranger, who had wanted to come - and head off.
The streets were also fairly empty, at least the roads he took were, so it hadn’t taken him too long to get to the Sanguine and as soon as he was close enough he got off his horse and instantly began stripping out of the clothes he had worn to get there. Clothes weren’t needed for this and it wasn’t too weird to find someone stripping in public on this day.
Finally free from all his clothes except for his underwear and hat, Tex walked right over to Celeste, instantly grinning at the sight of his fiancée, tipping his hat to her in greeting. ”Howdy,” he said, looking her over for a moment or so before something seemed to click.
She seemed a little upset. Which wasn’t something unknown to him, especially not in the last nine months. However even still, it wasn’t ever something he’d like and instantly worry began to worm its way into his stomach. ”Are you okay there Cele?” He questioned, unease beginning to settle in his stomach as he looked at her.
She was probably fine, but he couldn’t be sure until Celeste confirmed it, herself.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 17, 2019 1:11:37 GMT -5
Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
If he was being honest with himself he probably looked really, really awkward right now. Khari was just sort of standing there, looking around for a place where he could sit and watch the tournament unfold. He was hoping that there would be a place that wasn’t already too crowded so he wouldn’t have to worry about intruding on anybody else’s personal space, but that thought was starting to grow more into a worry as he looked around the already busy area. Despite there being a lot of people that looked to actively get in on the competition, there was also a considerable amount of people that seemed content enough to just watch, which meant seats would be hard to find. Maybe he should have tried to come a bit earlier so he could have found a seat for himself…
Then another thought came and slapped him right in the face.
Had they needed to reserve seats in advance? Nobody had told him about that so he had always just assumed that it was first come, first serve, but what if it wasn’t? This event seemed popular and big enough that reserving seats made a lot of sense to Khari. What if the message that people needed reservations never came? Or what if they had come, but he hadn’t heard for some reason? Surely if that message had been given to the transfers then Bala and Basu would have told him and together they would have made the proper arrangements to get a seat reserved. Though there was the small chance that seats weren’t reserved and he could just sit where ever he wanted. But what if he found a seat, sat down, and then somebody came up to him yelling at him because he had taken their seat? He would attempt to tell the person that he hadn’t done it on purpose and would gladly move so that they could have their seat back, but Khari was sure he would start to stumble and trip over his words and make a complete fool out of himself before he would be able to properly explain what had happened. Then because of that he would have made an enemy and he wasn’t all that keen on making any enemies here on the Isle or in any general place. It probably wasn’t all that hard to make an enemy on the Isle, but if he did then it just proved to him all over again that maybe he wasn’t a good person deep down. That maybe, despite trying so hard to find ways to prove that he was an okay person, at the end of the day he was just as corrupted as family before him.
A lump started to form in his throat. Looking around he was starting to really realize just how many people were around. They all seemed excited as they chatted with friends and family and placed bets on who they thought would see it to the end of the tournament. Khari froze. If he took somebody’s seat then that would ruin the fun somebody was having, and in ruining the fun of one person he would effectively ruin the fun for other people because that first person he angered would go off and rant to their friends who would in turn be angry because their friend was angry. Because of some dumb mistake that Khari could make he was going to make a lot of people angry and ruin their day. He was going to ruin a day that was supposed to be light-hearted and fun. He had promised that he would go and stay until the end of this Isle made tradition, but as more and more thoughts plagued his mind and as more and more worry clawed at him and caused him to fall in on himself, Khari couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he should see himself out before he did anything to warrant any anger. He didn’t want to be the reason people were angry. He didn’t want people to be angry at him.
Feeling his hands starting to shake ever so slightly, Khari took a few steps back. He needed to get out of here. He couldn’t...he couldn’t stay and risk making a fool of himself or angering anybody. He would explain to Bala and Basu later why he skipped out. They would understand. His cousins seemed to always understand when he needed to step back and leave a situation. That was one of the many reasons why he felt so grateful that he had them in his life. Khari wasn’t sure what he would do without the two leopons.
Just before he could turn and begin walking away, a voice called through the crowd. At first his mind hadn’t registered it, but after another second he heard the unmistakable call of his name followed by an “over here” that stopped him right in his tracks. He knew that voice. It didn’t belong to Basu or Bala and it wasn’t the voice of another transfer, either. …
Eli!
He wasn’t sure why hearing that voice perked him up as much as it did, but the trembling in his hands instantly stopped and something released inside his chest that made it much easier to breathe. The lion turned on his feet to look back over at the seats and where he had heard Eli’s voice coming from. There, sitting away from most of the crowd sitting on a spread out blanket and holding what looked to be quite the fancy blue and teal umbrella, was the exact guy that Khari had been thinking about just earlier and whether or not if he would even attend an event like this.
Then it hit him.
Eli had remembered him. He had remembered him and was actively calling out to him to come and sit down beside him.
Before he could stop it a wide smile plastered itself against his face. The nerves that had once caused him to shake from fear of angering somebody was now turned into some sort of odd mixture of surprise and excitement as his mind kept going over the fact that Eli actually did want to spend some time with him. It wasn’t every day that somebody wanted to actually sit down and spend any time with the easily frightened Negasi boy, but here Eli was, calling for him and motioning for Khari to come on over.
It looked like he was going to stay after all.
With excitement buzzing through him and making his movements faster than typical, Khari turned to look behind his shoulder. ”Can I go-” He stopped himself before he finished that question. He had just been about to ask with all that excitement if he could go and sit with Eli like he was some sort of little kid that needed permission from their parents. There wasn’t even anybody for him to actively ask unless his mind had thought his cousins were right there. He shook his head. He didn’t need permission to go and sit with a friend, and Bala and Basu were more than likely already off doing their own thing and wouldn’t have even been close enough to hear his question. Even still, he couldn’t stop himself from adding, ”I’ll be with Eli if you guys need me.”
That said and done, he made his way over to the high priest, the smile that had come across his face earlier turning into something a bit more dorky than just what a normal excited smile would look like. ”Mind if I sit with you?” He asked, managing to come up with a rather normal question instead of saying something dumb in his excitement over the fact Eli of all people had remembered him and then wanted to speak with him. The question was probably still a dumb one to ask since it seemed highly unlikely that Eli had called him over for him to not sit beside the Isle native, but even in his excitement there was still a small bit of worry that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t actually allowed to sit down right there and Eli would be done talking with him in such a short amount of time that sitting down would just make Khari look silly.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 17, 2019 2:48:17 GMT -5
Elijah Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
As soon as Khari came over to join him, Elijah couldn’t stop the grin that appeared across his visage. He almost hadn’t expected the other boy to come over, seeing as how he had came with two other people. Though it seemed they had wandered off to do their own thing now anyways.
Letting out a soft chuckle, Elijah patted the place beside him on the blanket. ”I was hoping that you would, I saved the seat for you,” he explained with ease, sending the Auradonian transfer another smile before he began to dig through the picnic basket beside him. ”Seats fill up so fast for this that it’s hard to even find a place to sit, so I thought I’d save a spot by me for you, and if you never came, I’d just sit by myself,” Elijah continued, riffling through the basket a little longer until he found what he was looking for.
With a smile, he pulled out a small, clear container of what looked to be neatly stacked cucumber sandwiches, cut to perfection with even slices and not a single layer in the sandwich messy. As far as presentation went, Elijah did have to give himself credit, they looked amazing. Taste...taste was another matter.
With a nervous, almost embarrassed chuckle, Elijah pried open the lid and offered a tiny cucumber sandwich to Khari. ”Do you want one? I made them myself, bread and all,” he explained, bringing a hand up to rub behind his neck. ”I’m sure they aren’t anywhere near as good as the food you’re used to on Auradon, and whether or not these actually taste good is up for debate, my siblings all say different things,” Elijah admitted softly.
It was true, after slaving away in the kitchen the night before, Elijah had made his very first - and likely very last because that was a pain - loaf of bread. He’d be lying if he claimed he hadn’t struggled many times throughout the process. At one point he had dough stuck to his hair, flour on his face, hot dogs on the floor - slathered in syrup - and the rest of the syrup pouring down the side of cookbook.
It...it was a long story and Elijah still wasn’t even sure why syrup was in a cookbook anyways. He had stared at it for a long time wondering why something called “syrup bread” even existed. What kind of erotic stuff did people get into while in the kitchen? He still wasn’t sure, but at least he had been smart enough not to try making the sinful bread.
Accidents just...happened.
There had even been a point where Elijah had just begun to sob alone in the kitchen at 2:46 AM in the morning because he had been up for hours and the bread wasn’t working. He usually liked to think he was much more put together than that, but it had been a moment of weakness, and not one he planned on sharing with the rest of his family any time soon.
Who knew what Egg could come up with it he had walked downstairs and seen Elijah like that?
It wasn’t worth the risk to find out.
After finally finishing his loaf of bread - which disappointingly, had not turned out as amazing as he had envisioned - he got to cleaning up, managing to clean every of ounce of the kitchen except for himself by the time his siblings had begun to wake up. That hadn’t mattered though, for he had successfully made tiny cucumber sandwiches that morning - sleep had become irreverent at that point - and like a kid on Christmas morning, he had eagerly shown his siblings to the kitchen and let them each try one of his sandwiches.
The results had...varied. He probably would’ve moped around the house for a little longer if he hadn’t needed to rush over to underwear wrestling.
So there he was, sitting down on a blanket, having cleaned himself up right before coming, offering Khari some of the hard work he had put into the snacks prepared for this event specifically.
It might’ve been a little stupid for him to grin as wide as Charlie as he patiently waited for the lion transfer to take one and try it, however Elijah was a man that thrived off of people admiring what he did. He knew that, and right now, after the disaster of last night, perhaps he was a little anxious for someone else to taste test the food.
Figuring it would be rude not to eat one himself though, Elijah grabbed one of the sandwiches as well, quickly taking a bite.
Other than the bread, none of the food used was exactly “fresh” and honestly, if Elijah was being completely honest with himself, these sandwiches weren’t all that great. But too much had gone into them now for them to all go to waste. So he was going to make sure they all got eaten by the end of the day.
”I haven’t ever made bread before, it was...interesting to say the least, a lot harder than I had originally anticipated,” Elijah explained tentatively, watching as more and more people began to flood into the area, ready for the show. ”Even still, I hope they’re alright,” he continued, casting an almost anxious look back to the lion as he waited for him to try one. ”I actually think it might be fun to try bread making again, after all, the more you practice it the better you get, right?” Though if he was being honest, cooking and baking had never come easy to Elijah.
It was confusing and hard and even if you followed the directions exactly, the food tended to have a mind of its own, and Elijah wasn’t sure how to fight dough that just kept expanding and expanding until he had to forcefully shove it back down, getting some clumped into his hair of all places.
But still, give him a week or so to recover from this nightmare, and maybe he’d try again. After all, he did rather enjoy making snacks for other people to eat...granted it was less enjoyable when the people in question hated it. But that was beside the point.
Smiling one more time at Khari, Elijah let out a small laugh. ”At the very least, now I can officially say that I put bread on the table,” he joked, a sheepish smile on his face as he once again rubbed at the back of his neck, looking over to the Auradonian transfer beside him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 17, 2019 16:05:11 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellebethabelle
She could do this. She could keep herself together just long enough to see the tournament through and then she could go off somewhere to be alone so she could let out whatever tears she was holding back be free.
Wow, she really was pathetic, wasn’t she? She needed to learn how to toughen up. She needed to stop letting things get to her as much as they did. How much longer would anybody want to deal with her if she never learned how to keep her emotions under wraps? It wouldn’t be long until somebody like Del or Tex got tired of her and told her to get out of their lives for good, which would honestly be the best thing they could ever do. Everything would be so much better for everybody if she was kicked out like some sort of mangy, stray dog. Seriously, why did they keep her around? Why had they kept her around for as long as they had?
They keep you around so just when you think you’re okay they’ll knock you back down and remind you how worthless you are.
...Oh. Oh. Yeah. That...that made a lot of sense. Why did she think they had legitimately wanted her around in the first place? Why had she allowed herself to be foolish enough to think that other people actually cared about her? At least some people told her the truth from the beginning. Like Arizona. Arizona didn’t like Celeste and that had been pretty apparent from the first time the cowgirl had ever hogtied her up and left her hanging from a tree, threatening anybody that if they tried to get her down before time was up that Arizona would personally see to it that the person who tried helping wouldn’t be able to sit down or walk right for a solid week.
No.
No, she needed to get those thoughts out of her mind. She needed to think better of those she cared about. What kind of friend was she if she thought so negatively about them? Well, that just proved she was a terrible person. A completely and totally terrible person. She was just as bad as somebody like her mother or like Bill or...or...or somebody like Maria. She was a terrible, horrible person that thought negative things about the people she considered her closest friends. She was thinking terrible things about her best friends, the people she held so close and dear to her heart. Or so she liked to think.
Ya know, it made sense now. Well, it had always made sense to Celeste, but it was really coming together now as she stood there trapped in the shadowy talons of her mind. That one night some years back when she still lived with Bill and Celestabellebethabelle, back when it had been her and Blythe in the same room. She had been unable to sleep, and when she had checked to see if Blythe was asleep she had instead found her sister sitting in a corner, her back turned to the open room. Celeste had felt uneasy about the whole situation, but she had edged closer to her sister, stopping only a few inches away when she realized Blythe had a knife in her hand and was carving all sorts of shapes and symbols into the wall as deeply as she could, making sure it stayed. Without even turning to her older sister she let out something of a snort-like laugh before muttering, “If you weren’t my sister I would have killed you a long time ago. It’s fun, ya know, feeling how deep a knife can go into something.” Not only had that been extremely unnerving, but it had hurt. A part of Celeste felt like actually being stabbed would have hurt a lot less than that. But she understood it. And she understood it a lot right now. She understood why Blythe would want to kill her. All she did was drag people down and never even once try to apologize or help them get back to their feet. It was because of her that Blythe had died, and maybe her younger sister had said some hurtful things, but she had been speaking her mind and speaking the truth.
”Yeah,” she breathed, ”maybe you should have done that…”
Stop that.
She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t let herself break down right here. Not here, not now, not today. Celeste didn’t want this to happen ever, but it really couldn’t happen today. She needed to be able to get through this. Now wasn’t the time to collapse like a horse with a broken leg. Luckily for her she didn’t have to worry about the mental pain that was trying to swamp over her for much longer when what she was writing off as nerves started to act up again.
Celeste felt herself tense up as the twisting, pulling, stabbing sensation came over her again. Her legs tried giving out from underneath her, but by some sort of miracle she was able to grab ahold of a nearby chair. Her grip on it became so tight that her body did actually pay attention to the pressure in her knuckles for a few seconds. Even as she held onto the chair she wasn’t sure how she remained standing, and she was sure for a good ten seconds there she hadn’t even been able to breathe. Never before had she felt the urge to lash out and kick as much as she did right now - if she was being honest she had never felt this much like a horse what with the urge to kick almost overwhelming and she was also pretty sure the pain forced something of a whinny out of her as well. Whatever kind of anxiety attack her body was making her go through she did not like one bit, not one bit at all.
Eventually the pain subsided and Celeste was able to let go of the chair, her knuckles now completely white and her legs still shaky, but she was able to stand on her own without too much complication. She managed to get herself under control just in time when she realized somebody was coming up to her. For a brief second she wondered if it was Arizona coming back for some odd reason, but relief flooded over her when she realized that it wasn’t Arizona, but one of her many brothers instead.
Tex never failed to put a smile on her face. ”Hey,” she managed to breathe out, voice rather wispy sounding. ”I’m just getting a few last minute things ready before everything starts up,” she explained even though Tex hadn’t asked her what she had been doing and he was bound to already know what she was doing already considering it was the same every year. Celeste couldn’t help but look her fiancé over for a good moment, taking in the sight of him just standing there with his hat on in nothing else but special underwear for wrestling and then brown body paint that had been lathered over his body like some sort of ritualistic symbol. If she squinted a bit and tipped her head to the side the paint vaguely resembled some kind of rune, but maybe that was just her imagination trying to make something out of nothing. Either way, Tex looked good. Not that he ever looked bad, but Celeste was biased and just thought the cowboy looked good no matter what.
The unicorn had just been about to speak up once again when Tex asked his question. Celeste glanced away for a second. She could trust him. She could trust him with anything, but she wasn’t sure if right now was a good time to let him know that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t exactly doing alright. He had bigger things to worry about, more important things than “Oh, Celeste is sad again, time to throw every other plan out the window to make sure she’s okay”. She already did that way more than she needed. It was a bad habit of hers, making others put aside what was important to them just so they could tell her idiotic self that everything was okay. Gods, she was so pathetic. So many other people had it way worse than she ever would and yet here she was breaking down about stupid things. For an Isle kid she had gotten off easy, yet even then she was nothing but a crumbling, broken mess, selfish and dragging people down with her. So for once instead of dragging Tex down and being a nuisance she responded with a faint, ”I’m fine, but do you ever just want to ki-” Celeste wasn’t able to finish that question as another wave of pain crashed over her, biting into her like a wolf.
Well, despite actually trying for once it looked like she was going to be dragging Tex into whatever dumb mess she had gotten herself into again.
To keep herself from toppling over she practically threw herself at the near naked cowboy, arms wrapping tightly around him as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Her grip on Tex only tightened as she stood there, unable to even speak to let him know why she had pulled him into such a hard and impromptu hug. For a good thirty seconds she couldn’t get the thought that maybe if she bit him in the shoulder, and hard, that she would feel better, but the unicorn had just enough sense in the back of her mind to not do such a thing. Instead she stood there, squeezing him like her life depended on it for what had to have been a minute or so before finally the pain subsided and she was left feeling wobbly and completely out of breath like before. ”I’m...fine,” she mumbled against him as she finally and slowly pulled away from him. ”It’s just nerves. With the transfers here, this...it has to be perfect, and for it to be perfect you need to get out there and show them all up. Don’t worry about me, okay? I”m fine.” As if it made it any better she offered him a faint smile. ”The nerves will go away once I’m doing what I should actually be doing.” Which was commentating the match, and by this point she really needed to get herself together and stop letting everything get to her. She had to make sure this tournament went without a hitch and if she was sending Tex off to do his part, then she needed to see herself to that same standard as well and get to doing her own part of this.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 17, 2019 23:17:52 GMT -5
Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
Had he heard that right? Eli had really saved a seat for him? Out of all the people the high priest could have saved a seat for he had picked Khari of all people? It would have made sense if Eli had saved the seat for one of his many siblings or a friend he had on the Isle and knew longer than he ever knew Khari, but yet that wasn’t happening. That wasn’t the case here. For once somebody outside of his family was actually wanting to be around the lion. It felt nice. It felt really, really nice. Khari wasn’t sure how to explain the feeling. The best he could do was think of it as something warm. It was a feeling that made him feel like he was trembling but in a good way, like he was excited for something and couldn’t quite contain the emotions that were bubbling up inside of him. Maybe calling the warmth that was coming from him a sun would work. Yeah, a sun. It wasn’t harsh and unforgiving, but instead it was gentle and soft, a nice touch to the otherwise cold and dreary that was the Isle. It reminded him of the warmth back home in the Pridelands, how sometimes on a slow day the lions would all just stretch out on Priderock and lay in the sun until later on in the evening. It was a comforting warmth, something that made him think of home.
Home.
The Isle was his home now, wasn’t it? Maybe not officially, not yet, but it was going to happen soon enough. And you know what? Looking over at Eli as he sat down, Khari felt like maybe making the Isle his home wouldn’t be a bad idea.
”Really?” The lion asked with a tip of his head as he turned to look over at Eli. There was something about that statement, about how the Grimhilde would rather sit by himself than anybody else if Khari hadn’t showed up, that made Khari glance down at his hands. A light-hearted chuff slipped from his lips as that dorky smile grew wider. He shook his head, knowing he probably looked like some sort of really excited kid. After a moment, he finally glanced back to Eli, the smile still on his face but he had calmed it down somewhat. ”Thanks for the seat. I...for a moment there I almost thought that maybe I had needed to reserve a spot in advance,” he admitted, the fear of his sounding even sillier as he said it aloud, but there was something about Eli that made it easy for him to admit his stupid thought. It was like something was telling him that Eli wouldn’t think of that worry as stupid or childish, that he could trust the other guy to not laugh or judge him.
Oh, snacks. Khari hadn’t even noticed the picnic basket sitting off to the side until Eli had reached out for it and offered a small sandwich to the lion. He took it into his hand and looked it over, already noticing quite a few differences between this sandwich and the ones he was used to back on Auradon. If he was being honest with himself he had never cared for the cucumber sandwiches he had tried in the past, and a part of him worried that it would be the same result here with Eli’s sandwiches, but he was willing to give them a try. He just hoped he didn’t throw them up like he had done with the ones he had had before.
Before he took a bite from the sandwich he stopped and gave it a small sniff, surprised that it didn’t make him recoil. Not that Eli’s sandwiches were automatically bad, Khari just didn’t have the best experience with cucumber sandwiches. But he couldn’t just not give it a try. Eli had probably put his heart and soul into these sandwiches and Khari couldn’t ruin their growing friendship because of some bad cucumber sandwich experience he had years ago. Then again ever since getting to the Isle food had tasted a lot better. He wasn’t sure how or why, but it actually made him want to eat. Sure, he ate back home and whatnot, he just didn’t eat as much as he should. Nothing ever tasted right to him. Maybe all it took was him coming to some prison rock to find something he actually liked. It took him coming to the place where he belonged to finally start to fit in and find something normal for him.
Finally deciding that it was okay enough to eat, Khari took a bite, tentative at first. When he automatically didn’t feel like he was going to hack it back up, the lion took another bite and before he knew it he had eaten the entire sandwich, something he wouldn’t have been able to do back home. ”Eli…” He breathed, turning to look at the other boy with his yellow-green eyes round and wide. ”These are delicious! You really made these all by yourself?” He asked, and then realizing that his question could be taken negatively, he added, ”I mean, I’m sure somebody like you is capable of a lot, but I’m sure making bread isn’t all that easy.” Khari glanced back down as a soft chuckle escaped him. ”I’ve tried baking all kinds of things and it never turns out right, I know how confusing it can get.” Baking had never been the lion’s forte, not that anything really was other than when it came to freaking out, beasting out, and freaking out even more. ”But you did really good.” And then, sheepishly, glancing back at Eli he asked, ”Could I have another?”
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 18, 2019 2:05:13 GMT -5
Kailani Adara Niuhi Daughter of Emperor Awesome and Knight Mare
"Who's awesome?" Kailani admired her handiwork in the cracked mirror that resided in the Sanguine's bathroom. From head to toe, she was decked out in black and white body paint, and she looked badass, if she did say so herself. She even went over her tattoos in white paint, so those awesome little guys wouldn't get covered up. "Damn right! It's yoooooooooou!"
The shark girl chomped her teeth in the direction of the mirror and flexed her arms, totally pumped for the day. Underwear wrestling season was her favorite time of the year, and boy had she been crossing off the days on her calendar for the past month in prep for this. Heck, she'd even invested in a calendar for this specific purpose. Normally she didn't care what day it was. It was always "Lani is the greatest in the world" day, for her, after all. But this was different.
Underwear wrestling was the day they could all get together and wail mercilessly on one another, and Kailani lived for this sort of chaos. She was the biggest, she was the baddest, and she'd prove it.
Gods, she was so pumped for this that she just had to give her reflection a fist bump. Just a little tap.
CRACK.
"This mirror's a chump." And Kailani might have a problem on her hands. Well, actually blood, and it was messing up her sweet paint job. So technically, there were a lot of problems. She'd raised her hand to her mouth to clean off the blood, and had her tongue hanging out of her mouth before she realized her other problem. Licking her paint job would mess it up more. The shark girl lunged aggressively in the direction of the mirror. It better be glad she had better things to do right now, because if she didn't, she'd fight it.
The more she thought about it, though. Blood was metal as hell. What cooler way to start off the event than lathered up in sweet decorations and blood to show she had no fear.
But now she had a new problem.
Did she do straight, bold slashes of blood to show how brutal she was and strike fear into the hearts of her opponents? Or more decorative lines, to go with the aesthetic.
She'd already gone this far in making her decorations look intricate and cool now. If she just slapped blood on her face, she'd look like a heathen. Clearly, the more intricate designs would be the better choice. She didn't want to look like some disgusting monster as she destroyed the competition.
And destroy it she would.
Kailani had always come to these things with two purposes.
1.) Smash the competition 2.) Destroy her nemesis, Jester
That second one was her favorite goal. She had no recollection of when their nemesisery...nemesishood...nemenesisary....their rivalry had actually begun, but she couldn't imagine her life without it. The daughter of Maleficent might not be as awesome as she, Kailani, but she was a suitable rival to pummel when the time arose to claim her dominance. Yeah.
"LET'S BREAK SOME FACEEEEES! YEAH!"
Colette Jessamine de Vil Daughter of Cruella de Vil and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
It'd been a rough couple of days, but Collie wasn't allowed to sit back and hide from the world. She had important things to do, and that she couldn't do from the safety and peaceful quiet of her bedroom. Something so important, that even as crummy as she'd felt the past week, even she couldn't be lazy and just brush it off.
It was time for underwear wrestling.
Underwear wrestling was a holiday that was so important, she'd even let Roe free for the day to enjoy it, after strict instructions to not lose his temper. She would be preoccupied, anyway.
Concessions looked like they were coming along alright, the ground was clear and ready for wrestling, and she could see nearly-naked, heavily painted neighbors everywhere. This would be great.
Now she just needed to find...
Celeste. Just as soon as she thought about her, the unicorn girl appeared, talking to her fiance. For a moment, the blonde hung around, debating on whether or not to approach her. She was talking to Tex, and it's not like Collie actually had any important things to share.
She was just...nervous.
It was a feeling that had been nagging her all morning, a heavy, suffocating feeling that threatened to choke her and drive her back home.
There had literally just been a murder a week ago. Six whole days. And if another one happened, she wasn't quite sure if she could smooth things over this time. Along with that, things just didn't feel the same. So many people had died from last year that standing here now just felt so wrong on so many different levels.
No. She needed to stop. She needed to focus on the matter at hand.
"Celeste." She greeted, trying to force her mind away from the matter. After all, everyone else seemed fine with it, despite people being missing. Maybe she was just weak. Yeah. She was just a coward and looking for an excuse to get out of this, no matter how excited she told herself she was. That was it.
Collie bit her lip, trying to breathe and calm herself down. This was stupid and unnecessary. She needed to pull herself together, and fast. "A-are you ready to kick off the first round?" Her mind would clear up once the action got started. That's it. Collie just needed a distraction, and nothing screamed "distraction" like your friends rolling around on the ground in their underwear.
The blonde cleared her throat, not intending for her voice to crack before, but fixing it now. "After all, if we wait any longer, they might just start wrestling without us saying anything." A small jerk of her head was given behind her, gesturing towards the contestants.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2019 5:26:25 GMT -5
Ezra Grimhilde son of the evil queen and magic mirror
Egg didn’t think too much on where Elfie was. It wasn’t that he didn’t care where his brother was, he just knew that if Elfie was already out and about then Egg was in full support of what his dog brother had gotten himself into. Sure, he cling to Elfie a bit more than he did with his other siblings, but Egg had to keep in mind that he couldn’t just throw himself into every situation that Elfie got himself into. Like, for example, if there was some weird alternate universe where his half-brother twin decided that taking a bath in blood every other week was a good idea then that was probably something Egg shouldn’t squeeze his way into, but yet here he was, knowing that he would totally squeeze his way into getting in the blood bath with Elfie. Ya know, why didn’t they do that now? There was something almost magical at the idea of stripping down with his brother and chilling in a bath full of the spilled blood of many innocent people. And it probably wouldn’t even be just any regular bathtub either, no, it would probably be something majestic and perfectly fit for the sole purpose of being used as a blood bath bathtub. Maybe it would be some gorgeous, roomy bathtub made out of quartz or something like that. Yeah, that sounded like a good bathtub to use when it came to soaking naked bodies in blood. He needed to tell this to Elfie. Egg was sure his brother would want to hear all about this little train of thought that Egg had just allowed through his mind.
”Elfie!” He called out right as he pushed himself up to his feet. Looking around the room, he spotted his brother off near the window. Was that what his brother always did at this time? Egg really wasn’t sure considering he would still be asleep right now, but this seemed like a really good time to have a daly stare out the window moment. It was the perfect time to glance outside and contemplate life, wondering about how things might be different if different choices had been made throughout life. A good question to ponder while staring out the window for Egg would be how different would his life be if his mother was a lizard. Like, an actual lizard. But his dad was the same. So he’d be this weird cross of a lizard and a magic mirror man. Maybe it wasn’t a decision he could make on his own, but it was certainly a good question to contemplate about life while staring out a window dramatically.
But back to the original topic on hand - the blood bath.
Before his question could be asked, Elfie threw one over to Egg instead. The blond blinked, the question causing his hand to come up and touch the ear that Eliza had bit into. He winced at the touch, pain shooting through him, but he kept his fingers there just long enough to get a good amount of blood covering the tips. He pulled his hand away, glancing down at the red substance that now coated the tips of his fingers. ”I still have both ears,” he answered. It was a miracle that he still did, it really was. Eliza could have a pretty forceful bite when she wanted, and it wasn’t unlike her to bite straight into somebody’s flesh and just take a chunk out of them. His ear was lucky. Though even if it hadn’t been he would have laughed and shrugged it off. It would be pretty fun to just have one ear, and maybe if Eliza didn’t just swallow his ear on her own then he could keep the dismembered ear and throw it around at people and yell, “Hey, I can’t hear you all that well, maybe this’ll help”. That would be something fun to do. Besides, if he did get mad at his sister for biting off his ear then he’d have to get mad at himself for biting off people’s toes and he wasn’t about to give up that very important aspect of his life. He’d also have to get mad at-
No.
He wasn’t going there. Not today. Today was a happy day. Today was not a sad day. This was the day where people stripped down to nothing but their underwear and threw their sweaty bodies at one another until somebody clawed their way to the top. Egg wasn’t going to let himself drown in the thoughts that sometimes plagued him in the last few hours until dawn. That wasn’t what today was for.
Egg needed a moment to clear his thoughts before he turned his attention back to Elfie. ”It’s fine, just bleeding a bit.” More like a lot, but Egg wasn’t concerned about it. He didn’t need two ears anyway. Though, even despite that, the blond Grimhilde reached out and leaned forward until he had pulled his half-brother twin into an impromptu hug and lay his head right up against Elfie’s chest. ”But if you must be sure, you can check it out. Caress my face, brother, and check it for any life-threatening injuries that may have befallen me. And should I bleed out and die, at least I die in the soft caress of my dear, dear brother that loves me more than Eliza loves to bite.” And then he quickly added without any explanation behind the statement, ”Also, if I die, I want you to use my blood to bathe in.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2019 19:38:33 GMT -5
Charles Catt Son of The Cheshire Cat & Felicia
It almost felt weird to be fully clothed today. Which wasn’t something Charlie could say every day, he wasn’t his writing pal, Egg. Charlie rather enjoyed clothes, they were like wearing a warm hug with you wherever you went, and that’s what he put in mind every time he would knit a sweater for someone. He wasn’t just making them something to wear, he was knitting them a personal, specifically made Charlie hug that they could wear with them whenever they wanted.
Okay, thinking about it in actual words made it sound weird. It wasn’t supposed to be weird, it was just supposed to be...hugs. Charlie liked to think of his sweaters as hugs for when he couldn’t actually physically be there to hug his friends. Yeah that was a better way of phrasing it. His sweaters were important to him, especially considering they were his hugs in clothes form, which might’ve been why it was so important to him that everyone on the Isle had a sweater of their own.
Everyone should have hugs, and not a lot of people got as many hugs as they needed. So if Charlie could at least make them a sweater that he liked to believe was 50% yarn, 50% hugs, and 100% love - okay so it came to a total of 200% but he definitely put that much effort into his sweaters - then maybe they’d at least always have a hug in the form of a sweater. A sweater that wasn’t manufactured in some Auradon factory to be stylish and attract attention.
No, Charlie’s sweaters were made with actual, real people in mind. He tailored them to the people they were made for. Egg got a sweater three times his size - and with eggs on it - so it wouldn’t be too tight. Eli got a sweater that was both comfortable and fashionable. Wyoming’s was green and had little alien designs on it. Any sweater made for Horst was made with thought taken into account for his easily irritated skin.
When Charlie made a sweater, he made it for the person in question, even goblins would get specific sweaters whenever Charlie knitted them for his goblin friends. After all, they were people too and deserved warm and comfortable hug sweaters just as much as anyone else did, and that was something Charlie would very firmly believe until the bitter end...or, preferably not a bitter end, anything that ended in bitterness shouldn’t truly have ended.
Until the happy end.
Yeah, he liked that version a lot better.
Even though...not everyone had a happy ending.
The whole point of the Isle is that people here didn’t get their happily ever afters, Charlie knew that. He might’ve been a bit more cheerful than some of his Isle companions, but he wasn’t oblivious to the world around him, or how dark it could be.
Just recently there had been an end that was far from happy.
Charlie had known Zizi of course, she might’ve been a little off her rocker but Charlie knew plenty of people like that, it didn’t make them any less of a person. He had gone over to her house before and watched as she worked on something or another, even offering to help sometimes despite not really knowing what she was doing.
Science like stuff had never come easy to him, unless it had some sort of Wonderland twist.
He had been at the party when Zizi had died, and though he hadn’t actually seen it happen, he knew what had happened. Tempers had flared, accidents had happened, and now someone was dead.
He’d mourn for her though, anyone deserved that. For as unstable as Zizi had been, she had been someone Charlie considered a friend - just as he still considered Roe a friend - and her presence would at least be missed by him, even if they hadn’t exactly been close.
Anyways, he had gone far from the original topic here, hadn’t he? It was just so easy to get lost within his own thoughts that sometimes pulling himself back on topic could be a little hard. However that aside, it was time he got back to the original topic here: underwear wrestling.
Like he had mentioned before, today was just about the only day of the year where people walking around in nothing besides their underwear and some body paint and not be seen as weird. Instead it was almost more weird to be in clothes like he was.
Even his two walking companions to the Sanguine weren’t in anything other than clothes.
Tara had her special underwear on, and green body paint all over her body in patterns almost like scales, her green hair had been spiked up and her teeth even sharpened a little. It would be hard to forget that she was a crocodile today, especially since she practically looked like one with everything she had done to boost her own appearance for the day.
Charlie had always considered Tara a sensible person, always there to help out when other crew members did something...how did he put this nicely? Something he couldn’t properly label as “Charlie approved” yeah that worked. Luckily Tara was usually there to talk sense into them.
Usually.
Today was a day where she let her guard down and simply enjoyed life for how it was and had no problem dressing up by undressing. She was here to win, and Charlie was sure that she would make it far.
As for his other walking companion...
Well, Charlie was just proud of Hal for coming out anyways. He knew how hard it could be to come out...of the house, of course, especially for Hal.
Yet the pirate boy had done just that and had joined him and Tara as they walked to the Sanguine, Hal was also only in his underwear, with a little bit of body paint as well and hair pulled back into a ponytail.
He didn’t look quite as...detailed as Tara did, but it was clear that he was trying and that was all Charlie could’ve ever asked of him.
Smiling over at his two friends, Charlie began to walk backwards. ”Are you guys excited? I am, I like to watch and help Celeste with commentary, it’s a lot of fun and I get to cheer all of you on,” he explained rather easily, grinning at the two Serpent Prep students as he walked, hands in his pockets.
Tara’s brow furrowed together in concern. ”Charlie...are you sure you should be doing that? What if you get hurt?” She questioned, eyeing him carefully.
Charlie grinned in response. ”Don’t worry, Tara, I’m an expert at walking backwards, here, look-“ just like that, Charlie picked up speed and in an act of cat like grace he lifted his feet off the ground, turning his torso towards the side as he jumped up, and did what could only be described as a mixture between a backflip and a cartwheel all at once, landing back on the ground with ease as he leapt back up to his feet and beamed up at the two pirates, hair a little ruffled up from the backflip cartwheel and a bit of color rushing to his face from the exhilaration of it all. ”See?”
As he looked back to Tara and Hal, what greeted him hadn’t been quite what he had expected.
Tara looked green, but a whole other kind of green than she looked before, her eyes were wide, the kind of wide that eyes got when people were contemplating the meaning of life. It was a kind of wide that Charlie knew well, both because he could feel his own eyes grow that wide whenever he decided to curl up in a blanket and contemplate the meaning of life on this otherwise meaningless rock, and because he had seen that look on plenty of people before. In fact, Charlie would go as far as to say a good amount of the people he knew had probably contemplated the meaning of life before and Charlie had been there to witness it.
As for Hal, he had a sort of disinterested look on his face...well, not quite disinterested, his eyes just didn’t hold questions for the universe within them like Tara’s did. Instead they were pretty normal Hal eyes. A sort of dirt brown...which wasn’t a very nice way to describe someone’s eye color, but it was all Charlie could up with right now. One day he’s find a nice brown thing though and that’s how he’s start describing Hal’s eyes. Until then they were just a very pretty dirt brown. Like a sparkly dirt, one that you actually wanted to touch and plant some sort of apple tree in them because the dirt was just that good. Beyond his eyes though, Hal had his shoulders hunched slightly, head tilted to the side in underwear wearing pirate silence.
Finally done dealing with said silence, Charlie decided to break it. ”Pretty cool, huh? Pip taught me how to do a backflip and then I learned by myself how to add a cartwheel into the mix, I could teach you two if you want,” he offered, a large grin spread across his face as he looked from the crocizard to the not animal themed pirate, waiting for one of them to say something.
”Charlie!” Tara called in a voice Charlie could only think to describe as motherly crocodile grunts. ”You could’ve gotten hurt,” she told him, reaching her hands up to her head to couch at clumps of her green hair.
Hal took over from there, nudging his fellow underwear clad friend in the shoulder. ”Tara, stop worrying, he’s fine, besides...” Hal trailed off for a second to look over at Charlie, making eye contact for the first time in months with the other boy. ”It was pretty cool.”
Just like that, Charlie could practically feel himself beam.
It was a hard emotion to explain. Beaming. It was like, his entire body swelled with so much happiness that the only way to get it out was to let it leak from his pores like sunshine - whatever that was supposed to look like - thus creating a glow...or at least, Charlie felt like that’s what was happening, even if he wasn’t actually glowing with happiness, or even if his grin didn’t reach from ear to ear and eyes widened to the size of large, cat like saucers.
Even if none of that was actually what happened, that’s what it felt like to Charlie as a large grin pulled at the tips of his lips, breath getting caught within his chest as he soaked in the compliment from Hal like a sponge soaked up water.
He didn’t know how long he had stood there with his chest puffed out and arms dangling behind him as he grinned as wide as he possibly could at Hal, but it must’ve been long enough for his friend, for Hal gave a small, yet soft roll of his eyes as he walked over to Charlie, nudging him in the shoulder as well. ”Careful, grin much longer and you’ll blind someone,” Hal muttered to him as he passed, soon walking in front of both Tara and Charlie.
Charlie stayed where he was for a few moments longer, casting a glance to his shoulder. Hal nudged this shoulder. A true show of friendship from anyone, and he had done it to Charlie.
Charlie knew he and Hal were friends, he liked to think they had been friends for years. Yet over the course of this last year, Hal had closed himself off and every visit to the ship had ended with Charlie staring at a closed hatch. One that wouldn’t budge. He had still left little gifts for Hal, hoping that maybe if he did that, Hal would let him in next time, however that hadn’t happened and by the time Charlie had made another visit, the hatch was once again closed as it would always be.
So being here with both Hal and Tara today was nice, really nice. Especially since it was the first time in far too long that Charlie had seen Hal out and about, and maybe, just maybe, enjoying himself as well.
Smiling for a few more moments, Charlie hurried to catch up to the two pirates. ”Boy, today’s gonna be so much fun,” he stated as he caught up. ”You two are gonna get to participate in underwear wrestling-“ Charlie paused for a moment as a thought occurred. A thought that he already knew, so it wasn’t like he just had some sort of mental breakthrough or anything, but it was a thought all the same. ”You weren’t there for underwear wrestling last year, huh Hal?” Charlie questioned, looking back up to the pirate.
In truth, Charlie already knew the answer to that. Hal hadn’t been there. Which was kind of hard since he had been so into it the year before...not to mention it had been Serpent Prep’s turn to host the event. Though then again...that was right after...
Sammy.
Quickly realizing his mistake, Charlie cleared his throat, continuing before Hal had a chance to reply. ”At least we’ve got a lot of people this year, I’m so excited that my whiskers are twitching,” he explained with ease, eyes trying to narrow in on the whiskers.
He couldn’t grow a beard, Charlie already knew that, but he did have whiskers. Not...not beard whiskers, but actual cat whiskers. Like cats had. They were pretty light though, barely noticeable unless someone was pairing remarkably close attention.
”Wait...” Hal said, stopping in his steps. The pacing was a little off, letting the silence go on just a bit too much for a surprised response, but Charlie wasn’t going to mention the slightly off beat conversation. ”You have whiskers?” He asked, blinking a few times before finally his eyes just settled on growing wide.
Ah, there it was.
Now Hal got to contemplate the meaning of life, the universe, and everything right before Charlie’s very eyes.
Honestly, it was a little concerning, Hal had gone completely silent, a puzzled look across his visage as if he didn’t quite fully know what was going on, or maybe saying he looked like how Charlie felt when he got his mind blown was a better way of describing the son of Captain Hook.
Tara was far less fazed. ”Yeah Hal, it’s common knowledge,” she told him, folding her arms while waiting for Hal to come out of whatever trance he had entered.
Charlie would’ve suggest that maybe they should get back on their way if it wasn’t for Hal suddenly leaning down to stare right at Charlie. Instinctively, Charlie moved back a little, leaning away as Hal leaned closer. They probably looked like some sort of abstract dance pose for a painting or something like that, with Charlie leaning back enough that his body began to curve and Hal leaning forward enough to keep the distance between them to a minimum.
Charlie had a feeling they might’ve looked like a frozen picture of two dolphins jumping out of the water, or quite possible a frame caught just as someone fell and the other person fell on top of them. Expect there was no falling, there was no movement at all, just two boys leaning in weird ways, staring at each other with the intensity of a thousand suns. Which would probably be enough suns to light up the Isle....maybe.
It probably wasn’t as weird as it felt.
Or maybe it was weirder.
Honestly it was hard to tell from Charlie’s position.
Clearing his throat, Charlie offered Hal a slightly concerned smile, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. ”...Whatcha doing?” He asked, not sure how much longer he could take the staring. No matter how nice of dirt Hal’s eyes looked.
There was a pause, and then that pause lasted a little longer before Hal gave another off beat reply. ”I’m staring at you,” he explained finally, not expanding on that sentence. Instead he just fell quiet after that, continuing to stare at Charlie with large, unblinking eyes.
Charlie would’ve claimed that maybe Hal was just blinking every time Charlie himself blinked, but he hadn’t blinked in at least twenty minutes. Charlie didn’t exactly need to blink, so he liked to keep his eyes open as long as possible, just to be sure he didn’t miss anything important, and that was how he knew that Hal hadn’t blinked yet either, which was weird since he, a normal human boy, needed to blink far more than Charlie ever did.
Then, as if the entire situation couldn’t get more uncomfortable, Hal’s brow began to furrow together in confusion as he lifted a hand up and placed it on Charlie’s head. Now, Charlie was fairly used to head pats, it seemed to just be something people did. Pat him on his head, ruffle his hair, pet him like a cat. It was all pretty common for him.
However typically the situation behind the head patting was a little more...normal than this.
Which was a lot coming from Charlie. As any Wonderland kid would know, weird just happened sometimes, they were weird, it was part of the job description. This just, this was just a little different.
Unable to stand it any longer, Charlie gave a small, unsure smile. ”Right, um...why?” He asked, trying to keep eye contact with him. It almost felt like it would be rude to look away, like the two of them had unknowingly entered a staring contest so intense it that breaking it was criminal.
Luckily, the question at least was enough to pull an answer out. ”I’m trying to find your whiskers,” Hal muttered out an explanation, only furthering the intensity of his stare.
Charlie chuckled slightly in response, shifting his position ever so slightly. ”Did you find them?” He inquired, giving a small twitch of his whiskers as if that might help the other boy see them.
”No,” came the off beat answer from Hal.
Which Charlie took to mean they weren’t gonna finish staring at each other like two curved dolphins out of water anytime soon.
Or so he thought, for just then Tara came up behind them, grabbed Hal by the ear and yanked him away from Charlie. Even from where he was, Charlie could tell it wasn’t a very hard yank, just enough to get Hal to snap back to reality and bring an end to the unplanned staring contest.
”Stop being so weird, you’re gonna creep him out,” Tara ordered, gesturing for them to start off again. ”Now come on, we’re almost there.”
As if just realizing that Tara was right, Charlie perked up, standing up straight again as he looked around, a grin beginning to pull at his face. ”We are almost there!” He cheered and grinned over at the two pirates. ”Come on, let’s go!” Just like that, Charlie took off towards the Sanguine.
It didn’t take long for him to get there and as soon as he did he began to look around for the two people he would be with for the duration of the event. Collie and Celeste, two very good friends of his. Hal and Tara weren’t far behind him. Charlie almost forgot how much he enjoyed underwear wrestling and how it brought so many of his friends together when nothing else would.
Pretty soon his unblinking, yellow, cat like eyes has narrowed in on them and with a quick jump in his step, Charlie waved towards them. ”Collie! Celeste! Hi!” Charlie cheered out, running towards the two as he let his body take off into a couple of cartwheels until he had reached the two girls, a large smile spread across his visage. ”Hi!” Charlie greeted, offering a wave towards Tex as well once he noticed that the nearly naked cowboy was there too.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2019 19:47:03 GMT -5
Kimberly Slim Son of Alameda Slim & Katherine Barlow
Even when Celeste tried to reassure him that she was fine, Tex couldn’t help but worry. This whole thing was stressful, and she had been working awfully hard on it. Maybe it was too much for her, especially with the baby on the way. It could be just a few more days before their child was born for all they knew. Should Celeste really be out here trying to do all of this? Tex...Tex wasn’t quite so sure.
Though...telling Celeste to go home when she had been the one to create the event in the first place seemed unfair, plus Tex doubted she’d listen. There wasn’t much he could do in this situation unless he merely decided to drop out of the competition all together to be with his fiancée, make sure she did alright through the rest of the day.
No, no, Celeste wouldn’t stand for that. He knew that. He might just have to take Celeste’s word for it that she was really alright and move on. He did have a match coming up. Tex was one of the first to participate in a match. His opponent shouldn’t be an issue. You didn’t get to be reigning champion of underwear wrestling since the very beginning for nothing.
He was about to grudgingly agree with Celeste and take his leave when suddenly she toppled over right onto him, pulling him into a tight hug. See this concerned him. Not that Celeste hugs were bad or even close to being bad, it was more of just...the wrong kind of hug. This one felt different, more like a “I might not actually be okay” hug than a “I promise I’m fine, now go kick some butt” hug.
Tex frowned, pulling Celeste as close as he could. ”Are you sure yer a’right?” He asked quietly, eyes beginning to glance around him for anyone that might come up and make things worse. Luckily, the only person that approached them was Collie.
Tex had to admit, he respected the mafia boss. She had found a way to give kids on the Isle a leg up and a better chance of survival - plus she was actually pretty cute but that wasn’t the point - and for that, Tex couldn’t help but admire her. Collie had done something that made a lot of lives better, she deserved more respect than she got.
Giving a small, yet gruff nod to the mafia boss, Tex looked back to Celeste. As much as he didn’t want to leave her, they both had their parts to play in this event. If she really wasn’t okay, at least she’s have people there with her to take care of her, and if anything did happen, Tex wouldn’t be far off. ”A’right, I should let you get to yer commentary,” he decided, hesitantly stepping away from the hug.
Hmm. This still didn’t exactly feel right to him.
Tex would’ve said something else, except that was when Charlie came cartwheeling over, stopping right next to the group and enthusiastically greeting them. Tex offered the small cat feller a small smile in return. ”Howdy,” he greeted, tipping his hat towards the cat boy, in which Charlie sent a grin back up to him.
Nodding again, Tex looked back to Celeste and Collie. ”I better head out, I’ve got one of the first matches comin’ up,” he explained, grinning as he pounded his right fist into his left palm. ”I’m up agains’ that Justin feller-“ Tex let out a hearty chuckle. ”I’m gonna have a hog-killin’ time capping the climax today,” he continued, pausing for a moment to place a quick kiss to Celeste’s lips before he started off, the nerves of leaving still eating at his insides.
Pausing in front of Charlie, Tex gestured for the cat boy to approach, leaning down to be more level with him. ”Hey, Charlie, do me a favor and look affta Cele for me, a’right?” He requested quietly, glancing back at Celeste for a moment before he returned his gaze to Charlie.
Charlie nodded in response, smiling up at Tex. ”I will, don’t worry, l promise,” he reassured Tex, and although it wasn’t much, it was enough to calm some of Tex’s nerves.
”A’right, good, thanks Charlie,” Tex told him, standing back up straight to ruffle the boy’s hair and head off towards the center where the matches would actually take place.
Instantly once he entered the main area, exhilaration shot through his entire body. He was still worried off course, and that concern for Celeste likely wouldn’t fade away any time soon. However there was something about getting out there, eyes scanning over the crowds of people come to watch him that got him all the more ready for the event.
Normally, Tex wasn’t anyone important. He was just one of the cowhands at the family stable. Just a singer at a club. Just a solider out of an entire mafia.
But today...
Today he was important.
Today he was the reigning champion of underwear wrestling, it was the one day of the year that he got to be special, that he got to be important, that he was more than just one of the Slims.
Today he was something more, and he loved every second of it.
Looking around, Tex soon spotted his first - but far from last - opponent. Justin. Some sort of car guy. Honestly, Tex wasn’t quite sure how having living cars into humans worked, but he wasn’t going to question it. ”Hey Justin! It’s just in, I’m gonna catawamptiously chaw you up! Hope yer ready to get exfluncticated!” Tex yelled across the arena like area to the boy he was about to wrestle in his underwear like some sort of cowboy heathen out for blood.
Tex grinned, pounding his first into the palm of his hand again as he looked towards Justin, a smirk residing on his face.
This was going to be fun.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2019 19:50:44 GMT -5
Elijah Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
Reserving seats? Well, they hadn’t ever done that before, but perhaps it was something to consider for next year, which would be his year so he could pretty easily get away with that. They could have everyone reserve seats and make sure there were enough seats for everyone to have one without worrying about weaving their way throughout the crowds. After all, underwear wrestling was a rather big event, and one that only seemed to get bigger each year.
Reserving seats wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, so long as there were enough seats for everyone that wanted one.
He was definitely adding that to his notebook on ideas for the next time underwear wrestling came around. Though Elijah had been able to host the first year alongside Celeste, it had been only a few months into his rule over the coven. He had done his best, but no matter how he looked at it, that year hadn’t exactly been a good year for him, and he could’ve done better.
Next year was going to be different though. He was going to go all out next year.
Though...most of this would really depend on what happened within the next four months.
After all with the transfers here this year, and if everything turned out the way Elijah hoped, by this time next year none of them would be here to host the event in the Court of Miracles. They’d be in Auradon.
Maybe they could host it there, after all imagine how many people they could pull into it there on Auradon. It would be even bigger than it could ever get on the Isle, and if he was still allowed to host alongside Celeste - and probably someone from Auradon for inclusiveness - then he would make sure to go all out for it. Especially since it would be the first year hosted somewhere outside of the Isle. It would have to be amazing.
No, it would have to be something even more than amazing.
What was a word that topped all other words?
What about that word Celeste had told him about during their last council meeting? A word to top all other words, a word used for when amazing wasn’t enough, what was it?
Bodacious.
That was it.
If Elijah ever got the chance to plan underwear wrestling on Auradon, he would make it completely and utterly bodacious, that’s what he would do. He definitely had to bring that up to Celeste later. It was a must.
Now with that decided, Elijah turned his attention back to Khari as the lion transfer took a bite out of the sandwich Elijah had offered him, a flutter of worry bubbling up inside him as he watched. It shouldn’t mean so much what someone else thought about his food, but he had worked awfully hard on those sandwiches. He’d go as far as to say his blood, sweat, and lots of tears went into it. Even if none of those things were actual ingredients in the sandwiches he had made...thankfully, he had to be extra careful to make sure none of those three things went in though.
Especially after he accidentally sliced the skin of his finger open and blood begun to ooze out. It hadn’t been a bad cut, though it hadn’t been fun either. Who knew baking could be so deadly?
Anyways, long story short, a lot went into the sandwiches, and as much as Elijah didn’t want to admit it, he was a man that thrived off of praise. Praise that most of his siblings had not been willing to give when it came to his sandwich making skills.
Which over all, had been a bit upsetting, even if at least a few of his siblings had enjoyed them.
Gulping, Elijah sat there, frozen in place as he waited for some sort of reaction from Khari about the sandwiches.
What would he think?
What if he hated them?
That would not be bodacious.
Then Khari said his name and Elijah held his breath. This was it, now he had to take Khari’s opinion on the sandwiches like a gremlin jerk good. Okay that was not a good example of how to take anything, but it had been a phrase Elfie had told him about. Elijah wasn’t exactly sure if he believed his brother when he began spouting this nonsense, but he did want to connect with him, so he had taken his word for it.
Actually putting it into some sort of context though just made it really weird and wrong. Sorry Elfie, but he was going to stop using that.
Holding his breath, Elijah waited for Khari to continue, tensing up as if waiting for some sort of disapproval to come from him.
That’s when Khari started talking and Elijah was suddenly taken by surprise. He blinked, eyelids fluttering as he processed what Khari had said.
He...he liked them?
Soon a large grin spread across his face as overwhelming happiness washed over him like waves washing upon a morning shore. ”You really like them?” He asked, jumping slightly in his seat as he clapped his hands together in his excitement, a happy squeal like noise escaping him as he smiled over at the transfer. Someone outside of his family actually enjoyed his sandwiches, it was a good day when that happened.
Still unable to contain the happiness that had bloomed within his chest, Elijah continued to grin as he launched into a ramble. ”I’m so glad you like them! I made them entirely by myself, I didn’t even sleep last night, I was too busy trying to make the bread work and I was so worried that even after all of that hard work, it wouldn’t have turned out-especially since a good amount of my siblings didn’t seem to enjoy all of my hard work, but if you like them, maybe I didn’t actually mess up too badly!” Elijah rambled excitedly, still clapping his hands together in joy.
It was almost like an involuntary act, doing the clapping and fidgeting in his seat. He just...couldn’t control it, the fact alone that Khari genuinely enjoyed his sandwiches was enough to send the high priest into excitement as it continued to bubble within him, unable to be contained.
Grinning over at Khari again, Elijah nudged the container full of sandwiches closer to him, placing his hands on his lap. ”Have as many as you want, I made plenty,” he explained, studying over his sandwiches for a few moments before reaching down to grab one for himself.
Originally, he hadn’t thought they tasted that great, but maybe he was just frustrated and downhearted by his siblings lack of enjoyment in them. Maybe they weren’t as bad as he thought.
So he brought the little sandwich up to his mouth and took a bite.
Instantly his tongue recoiled within his mouth.
Oh no, these were even worse now than they were before.
It took everything in his power to force the bite down and then finish off the rest of the sandwich as well.
Oh that had been disgusting.
Elijah glanced back at Khari. He might not have found his sandwiches to be all that great...or good at all, but Khari enjoyed them, and that mattered to Elijah. Even if there was a good chance Elijah would never be able to see the appeal to his own cooking.
As a different noise caught his attention, Elijah looked towards the center where the matches would take place to see contestants beginning to walk out, ready for their matches. ”Oh, it must be starting soon,” Elijah commented and gestured with his hand out to everyone out there. ”See the man in the cowboy hat? His name is Tex Slim, he won the last two years tournaments, his fiancée: Celeste-you met her before, when I took you down to the Court of Miracles,” Elijah explained quickly. ”She came up with the idea and puts it all together each year along with whoever is hosting, this year the mafia’s boss: Collie is hosting with Celeste and Charlie,” Elijah continued to explain with ease.
”Last year it was Sanura, as she is the pirate captain of her crew, and I helped host during the first year,” Elijah continued, leaning back as he watched more and more contestants walk out. ”It’s fun to be up there, giving commentary and all, though I don’t envy Collie this year, sometimes it’s equally, or even more enjoyable to simply sit back and watch,” Elijah said and shot a smile towards Khari. ”After all, I’m already rather enjoying talking to you, I didn’t have anyone to talk to last year,” he explained, smiling for a few moments longer before he looked back to the center as people pooled out in their underwear.
It wouldn’t be long now.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2019 19:52:29 GMT -5
Madora Marchendrache Daughter of Maleficent & Captain Hook
Oh yeah, she was pumped. Jester had always been a fan of activities that were probably stupid but super fun, and this fell into that category. Underwear wrestling was something Jester had jumped on as soon as she found out about it, and she had been quick to tell her two whole friends about it as well.
Now they all competed.
Well, except for San, she couldn’t compete this year. But she usually did and it was awesome.
This year though it would just be her and Winona, both girls that had matches coming up pretty soon. Though Jester was fairly certain that her’s was before Winona’s. Which was good because she totally wanted to go watch her little pal get beat up...which sounded wrong, but see the thing was that Winona was notoriously bad at wrestling. Sure in an actual fight she could handle her own far better than Jester herself could. It was just that during underwear wrestling, Winona got really, really bad.
She hadn’t ever made it beyond the first round within the two past years and Jester would be very surprised if she made it to round two this year. Still, even though Jester basically knew that failure was inevitable for her albino bunnouse friend, she still wanted to be there to support her, cheer her on, and keep a towel handy for when Winona lost and had to strip down to her white colorless body and run for the hills.
Which was where Jester would be waiting with a towel at the ready.
It was a tradition that she was pretty sure Winona hadn’t realized existed yet. That was okay though, one of these years, she’d realize it.
Shaking her head, Jester tried to get thoughts of Winona’s future match out of her head. After all, she had a match of her own coming up and she needed to get her head in the game. Especially since her opponent was none other than Kailani Niutti. AKA her very own nemesis.
Honestly it was kind of sad because it was like a week ago or something that Jester had actually forgotten she had a nemesis to begin with. Then she remembered and rushed over to Winona - who was still mad at her for throwing her off a building - and excitedly exclaimed that she already had a nemesis.
Sometimes it just slipped her mind. Maybe it was because she didn’t do enough nemesis stuff with Kailani. They needed to do more things nemesis’s would do. Maybe one of these days Jester would try to drag her handy dandy nemesis over to Horst’s place to pester his dad about the glory days back when he had a nemesis and they fought on a daily basis.
Why couldn’t she be like that with her nemesis?
She’d bring it up during their match.
Which, speaking of that, she was totally gonna destroy Kailani, or at least that was the goal here. After all, it wouldn’t be a nemesis relationship if they didn’t want to completely obliterate each other from existence.
With a tip of her head, Jester stretched her arms out, looking over her reflection in the mirror. The purple and black body paint that lay scattered across her skin was intricate, almost delicate in appearance, swirling around her until it led to her back where a large painted dragon stood for all to see. Her hair had been pulled back into a jagged ponytail, and the paint on her face was meant to give her a dragon like appearance - which if Jester said so herself, it totally did - and finally her underwear was not only very comfortable but a super cool purple and black in color with the faintest hints of green as well.
Oh yeah, she looked cool.
Nodding to herself, Jester smirked and made her way outside, humming a tune under her breath. ”My nema nema, ooh my nema nema nema, I used to sit alone doing evil all day but now I think that someone’s gonna get in my way, yeah there’s someone in my life that doesn’t want me to exist and I feel fine ‘cuz I’ve got a nemesis~” She sang as she made her way outside, already beginning to search the area for the girl in question. ”Now I hate her and she hates me, what a wonderful animosity! Besides her undies she wears no clothes, now I have someone to oppose! Yeah ‘cuz I’ve got a nemesis!” Jester continued, raising her voice as she sang as soon as Kailani came into view.
Pointing towards Kailani, Jester grinned as she looked over at the other girl. ”Take it away, Kailani!”
Yes Jester, because your nemesis is definitely going to burst into song with you right here and now before a match to the strip. That makes sense.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2019 19:53:50 GMT -5
Davian Fisker Son of Tip & Dash
As soon as Tierney had heard about underwear wrestling he knew he was going to take part in it. No matter what. So here he was and the day had come and he was only a few minutes away from participating in his newest great adventure and it was going to be bodacious.
His opponent was someone that’s name was literally Fish. Not that Tierney was gonna judge of course, he was buds with a dude named Satellite. He had no place to judge what someone else decided to name their kid. Personally if he and Mika ever adopted when they were older and married, Tierney wanted to get a kid and name them Macaroni. That was a good name that no one would forget any time soon. It was both a noodle, a food, and a penguin, what kind of name could possibly better than that? Of course he hadn’t told Mika about this considering he didn’t want Mika to think Tierney wanted to rush off and get married at the prime age of 17.
But for the future, he was totally gonna bring it up. Just “hey Mika, you know what we should do? We should adopt a kid and name them Macaroni, it’s gender neutral, totally rad, and its both a noodle and a penguin, it’s the best name in the existence and we should totally do it, their middle name could be something else awesome like...Macaroni Tatertot, now that’s a good name.”
Hopefully Mika would agree with him, otherwise they’d have to reconsider those names.
Anyways, his opponent was named Fish and that was important and he was gonna go up to him after he won or lost and tell him just how cool he thought that name was.
Following a few other people in underwear that seemed to know what they were doing, Tierney soon found himself in some sort of...arena type place, this must be where all the matches were happening. Tierney smiled as he looked around. ”If only Mika was here to watch me, he’d love this,” Tierney said out loud, walking around a little unsure of what do to or where Fish was. Tierney hadn’t exactly been told what was going on or what he should expect, he was just winging it - or flippering it, in his case, suck it birds that could fly - and hoping sooner or later something was explained to him and hopefully, he’d figure out who Fish was before their match actually started.
For as much as Tierney wanted to participate in underwear wrestling, he also really didn’t wanna go up to someone thinking they were Fish and fight them only to then realize that they were in fact, not fish and he had just picked a fight with a random stranger.
Yeah, that wouldn’t be good.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 20, 2019 19:57:27 GMT -5
Elfred Grimhilde Son of the Evil Queen & Buster
Elfie frowned thoughtfully as he approached his twin, quickly taking to note all the blood. Blood wasn’t a good sign, even if the injury had just been the ear and not somewhere like, his chest or something. Egg could’ve been down a nipple if that were the case. He’d be One Nip Nic, even though his name wasn’t Nic, it was Egg. But hey, knowing his brother, he’d probably change his name to be One Nip Nic, it sounded better than One Nip Egg, that was for sure. If he wanted to keep his name as it was he needed something that actually flowed with Egg.
Which, the more he thought about it, the more Elfie realized that ear would probably actually work.
One Ear Egg.
Yeah, it flowed pretty good.
But names aside, he still didn’t want his brother to lose any body parts, especially not because their younger sister decided to take a bite out of him. He had been about to reach out for his brother when Egg reached for him first, pulling him into a hug with a big of dramatic Egg flare as well. Elfie really couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed by the antics and instead just reached a hand out to Egg’s ear, brushing some of his hair out of the way to get a better look. It was definitely bleeding, and pretty hard by the looks of it. Hmm, they’d have to take care of that before Elfie could dive into his big plan for the day. ”It’s bleeding pretty bad, we should wrap it up,” he informed, pausing for a moment or so before he looked back towards his brother, a soft smile pulling at his lips. ”You can bet though that if you ever die on me, you better do it in my arms while I cradle your body close to mine until you take the last meaningless breaths of life,” he added, keeping his brother close for a few moments longer even after that.
In truth, despite joking about Egg’s epic death in his arms, Elfie was certain he couldn’t take another death in the family. Least of all Egg, if Egg was to actually die, Elfie wasn’t sure he’d ever recover. Not that he recovered from losing Enzo or Richard, but Egg was different. Egg was his twin, and in a lot of ways, Elfie thought of him as his better half.
Elfie without Egg or Egg without Elfie didn’t seem right. It felt wrong no matter how it was spun. Sure, maybe Egg would be fine without Elfie, he could go find himself a new twin that would be way superior to Elfie in every way. But Elfie without Egg just wasn’t right, and it never would be. Egg was...Egg was everything right on the Isle. Sure he liked his memes and didn’t like his clothes, but Egg was a free spirit, he was a like a candle, just bringing light everywhere he went.
Elfie...Elfie wasn’t like that.
If Egg was a candle, Elfie was the darkness that made it shine.
Technically you couldn’t have one without the other, but people rightfully preferred the candle. Even the darkness did. In fact, maybe the darkness was the thing that preferred the candle the most.
Egg’s voice brought Elfie out of his weirdly poetic thoughts.
”Hmm?” He questioned, taking a few moments before he actually processed what Egg had said. Something about blood and bathing in it. ”Oh,” shifting his behavior, Elfie smiled at Egg as he finally released his brother from his hold. ”I’ll totally bathe in your blood,” he agreed jokingly as he pulled away.
Starting towards the door, Elfie continued. ”I’m gonna go grab something for your ear,” he told him, shooting Egg one last final look before he left, searching the house for a first aid kit or something like that.
He wouldn’t even be looking for one if he didn’t know Eli had made a few and placed them in easy to reach places around the house for situations just like this...well, not specifically this situation where Eliza nearly bit off Egg’s ear, but situation where one of them got hurt and he wasn’t there to swoop in. Which was often given the fact that Eli always seemed to be busy.
Luckily it didn’t take Elfie long to find what he was looking for and quickly made his way back, showing Egg the first aid kit with a grin. ”Alright, let’s take care of that ear and I can tell you what I was thinking about earlier because if you’re up for it, I know something really fun that we could do today,” Elfie said with a small chuckle under his breath as he went back and sat beside his twin, getting to work right away on the ear as he began to explain his master plan.
”So you know how everyone’s gonna be at the Sanguine today? Well while they’re doing that, how would you like to come with me to check out this place I was told to avoid?” Elfie asked with another soft chuckle. ”We can go check it out while no one is home and you don’t even have to put on any clothes, it’ll just be us after all, I’m not gonna make you put on clothes for this,” he added, pausing for a moment in what he was doing to lean over and smile at Egg. ”It’ll be fun, just the two of us,” he continued. ”We haven’t done anything just us in awhile, it might be fun to skip out on underwear wrestling for some good ol’ twin boding time,” Elfie explained, falling quiet for a few moments as he merely smiled at his brother, waiting for a response. ”What do you say, Egg? Wanna come with me?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 21, 2019 17:15:46 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellebethabelle
She hated this. She hated how she was probably going to end up ruining this day for Tex because she couldn’t control her idiotic self from fumbling over something that anybody else could do with ease. Now that she had let her thoughts get the best of her she had worried Tex and now that worry was probably going to eat away at him throughout the entire competition. He wouldn’t be able to focus on what he was doing and because of that he was going to end up actually losing. If his performance staggered and he lost then nobody was going to want to watch the rest of the matches since everybody totally came out to just see Tex and his almost naked self. That was the only reason they came. They enjoyed seeing that cowboy go out and destroy the competition. Celeste obviously didn’t blame them for that. But she had to make sure she didn’t end up ruining all of this for everybody and for Tex. She had to make sure he went out there and made it known that he was the reigning champion for a reason. Maybe she wasn’t as fine as she would like to be, and maybe she hated not telling her fiancé the truth, she needed to get away with this one little lie just this once. Besides, it wasn’t like it was anything important. Eventually her nerves would settle and she would be okay. It wasn’t like she was in a stage of labor or anything like that. Celeste knew it could literally be any day now that the baby would be born, but today was off limits. She hadn’t sat there looking at her stomach and outright told the baby no, but today was an illegal birth day. She had too much to do between the commentary and then later staying over to help clean everything up, there wasn’t time in her schedule today for the baby to be born.
Even after having toppled into Tex and going so far as to contemplate biting him as hard as she could - the nasty scar on her arm proved just how hard she could bite when it came down to it - she was still determined to reassure the cowboy that she was okay. She could make it through today. ”I’m fine,” she murmured, offering the smallest of nods. She could do it. Once everything got started she was sure these painful nerves would go away and she would have just as much fun this year as she had the years before. Even last year had been fun despite literally getting into a biting match with Sanura Negasi - which Celeste had totally won that, nobody could tell her otherwise since she had gotten in the last bite before they had been pulled apart. After that had been really fun, though. Celeste had never really thought much on the attractiveness of the lioness, but after that whole biting incident it was hard for her to deny that Sanura did look pretty good and she had to eventually add the pirate captain onto her list of people she found attractive.
Anyway, all of that was irrelevant to what was actually going on right now.
The point of all of this was that she was fine, or at least would be fine before long.
Usually when the unicorn was going through one of her little spells she didn’t want anybody else to come around, but the sight of Collie coming over took away some of the stress that she had been. Even after everything that had happened last week with the party Collie was still willing to go through with this and be an important part of the tournament. The de Vil wasn’t her gang leader, but Celeste still held respect for her. Here she was still helping with what had to be the Isle’s biggest event after a death had happened a week before. Whatever pressure Celeste was feeling had to be nothing compared to what Collie was going through. To break down now and let this get to her with that realization would make Celeste selfish and self-absorbed. Whatever she was dealing with had to be worse for others. She had to stop making this about herself. ”Yeah, I’m ready if you are,” she replied, looking Collie over for a second before turning her attention over to Charlie as the cat boy made his way over to the growing group in literal leaps, bounds, and flips. Having Charlie around never failed to put a smile on Celeste’s face. ”Hey, Charlie,” she greeted. It was always a good time when he was around, and even though she knew the cat was going to join their commentary group as he did every year it only made the pressure for her to come off as fine all the more. She really didn’t want to worry Charlie out of anybody.
Luckily it seemed as if she hadn’t worried Tex too much, not enough for him to stay out of the competition to stay with her. Now she only hoped she hadn’t worried him enough to the point that he faltered in a match. ”Good luck out there,” Celeste called out to Tex once he started walking off. The quick kiss helped to calm some of her nerves as well. It wasn’t completely gone and she still felt rather uncomfortable overall, but she felt better. This was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay.
Turning to Charlie and Collie, Celeste motioned for them to follow after her as she started to head on out. ”Collie’s right, if we’re not out there soon they’ll start without us.” And that wasn’t a joke. With all the excitement happening these near naked underwear wrestling heathens were bound to start without an official go.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2019 22:08:16 GMT -5
Austin Slim son of alameda and katherine
Today was the day. The day that everybody on the isle had been waiting for. It only came once a year and when it came everybody knew about it. It was the biggest thing on the Isle. It was more important than food or water or even life itself. There was only one thing that got everybody on the Isle this hyped.
Underwear wrestling.
Kit was excited about this. He was excited about this every day on the year. This was the day he got to go out, strip down to his special made underwear, paint himself like he was an ear of corn, and throw down with other Isle kids at random. The self proclaimed oldest Slim quad knew he wasn’t going in to win. He wasn’t going for the top prize or anything like that, no, he was going in just to have a fun time and to see how far he could get despite knowing he wasn’t going to make it to the top. That spot was reserved for his “younger” brother, Tex. Kit was okay with that. If he was being honest seeing Tex all smug and happy and high on a win was way better than any prize Kit himself could get. Now, if he went up against his brother at any point in the event he was going to give it his all. And by all that meant he was totally going to goof off and try to pull off Tex’s underwear. Oh yeah, Kit totally took this event seriously.
Now that he had everything ready the Slim boy went out to grab his horse. Jane was rather easy to get this time around - sometimes the mare liked to be a little witchy when it came to being tacked up. Luckily the bay mare allowed Kit to saddle her up, not even trying to shake her head too hard when Kit had slipped the bridle into her mouth and that was usually the part she hated the most. Once ready he got up on the mare, patted her on the neck and clicked for her to head on off.
The way up there was rather empty, nobody was out on the streets right now which made a lot of sense. A lot of people were out at the Sanguine already, there wouldn’t be too many people out on the streets. Due to this Kit made it to the Sanguine rather quickly. He got off Jane and tied her up before he headed on toward the arena. For a moment there he did glance around to see if he could catch any sight of Harley nearby; he didn’t have time to really talk to her right now, but maybe after the tournament was over he could catch a few minutes with the death goddess. It hadn’t been too many days since he had last had time with her, but to him it felt like a really long time since he had really spent time with Harley and already he couldn’t wait for the next time he got to just spend time with her.
Kit shook his head. Right now he needed to focus on the tournament. Despite knowing he wasn’t going to win, he still wanted to see how far he was going to make it, and luckily he had his first match coming up relatively soon. The cowboy had to admit that he was somewhat surprised at who he was going to be going up against, but he was more excited than surprised. Hal Hook. He hadn’t been seen hardly in a year and now all it took was some good ol’ fashioned underwear wrestling to bring the pirate boy back out. It was going to be interesting, going up against Hal not only because this was perhaps his first truly social setting in a long while that Kit knew about, but also because the Serpent Prep member had been Kit’s first big crush, which had been a really interesting time. Most attempts at flirting had usually ended with Kit awkwardly finger gunning the pirate, walking away backwards without looking where he was going, and tripping over something as stupid as a plastic bottle that had been thrown out into the streets. Yeah, those had never been his best moments.
By now, though, most of that crush had faded. Kit still found Hal to be rather attractive, but the cowboy’s feelings for Hal had been transferred over to somebody else, that somebody else obviously being Harley. But Hal having a pretty face or not, Kit was ready to get this match going and show the world that a cowboy was better than a pirate any day.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2019 22:10:14 GMT -5
Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
Khari didn’t want to doubt Eli’s skills when it came to his sandwich making, but considering he had never been a fan of them in the first place made it a bit hard to feel confident that he would actually enjoy them. He was going to give them a chance, they deserved that much at least. Khari couldn’t just be offered a sandwich, take it, and hold on to it for the rest of the tournament, however long that lasted. That would be way too long to just hold on to some sandwich like that. And weird. It would be weird to just hold on to a sandwich for an entire wrestling tournament.
Though the weirdest thing of all was that, after having taken a bite from the sandwich, he actually liked it. Khari had never been one to enjoy sandwiches all that much so enjoying this one as much as he had was surprising. It made him wonder just what all had been put into this sandwich to make it since Eli had mentioned making the bread all by himself. Maybe there was some secret Isle ingredient that Khari didn’t know about that made the food here actually a lot better than what he would get on Auradon. That would have to be something to ask Eli eventually. If there was a secret ingredient and Eli was willing to tell him what it was - some people were stingy about that - then maybe he could start putting it into other foods so he could actually enjoy more things for once.
Praise was always a nice feeling to receive. Even somebody like Khari couldn’t disagree with that; however, there was a second there when he wasn’t quite sure what to do with Eli’s excitement. As a prince he should be used to his statements and words making people react in ways that would perhaps be heightened than what they would be if somebody else had said them, but he had never gotten used to the little things like that. The way people would treat him differently or react differently compared to how they would react to somebody like Basu or Bala was something he didn’t think he would ever be used to. It was...it was interesting, how one compliment from him had moved Elijah in such a way that he was reacting with such enthusiastic excitement.
Did his opinion on these sandwiches really matter that much to Eli?
The lion didn’t think his opinion should matter that much, but he found it nice. This didn’t seem like somebody who was pleased over the fact that a prince had complimented their sandwiches, no, this seemed like somebody who was pleased because Khari had complimented their sandwiches.
And that...that felt nice.
A smile pulled at the lion’s lips as he glanced down, a blanket of warmth coming over him. Seeing Eli this happy and excited was nice, and knowing he had made the high priest that happy was, once again, an extremely nice feeling. ”I really do,” he replied with a nod of his head. ”Back home I don’t really care much for sandwiches,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly. Did that make him sound picky? Would Eli look at him with an expression that would say something like, “Of course somebody like you can afford to not like sandwiches, but we’re not so lucky here on the Isle and any sandwich we get is a blessing”? No, Elijah wouldn’t do that.
Pushing aside that worry, Khari focused on everything else his newfound friend had to say, listening to him go on a small tangent about the sandwiches and all the work he had put into them. That was when something that Eli had said stuck out and he turned to look at the Isle native, worry apparent in his gaze. ”Are you okay?” He asked slowly, words quieter than what they had been as he looked his companion over with concern masking his face. ”The sandwiches are amazing, but they aren’t worth losing sleep over.” Sure, Eli didn’t seem like he was dying from lack of sleep or anything like that, but getting sleep was important, especially before a big event like this. Khari was worried, and he wanted to make sure Eli was okay before anything else.
At the moment he was too worried about Eli to think about taking a second sandwich. He did, however, turn his gaze away from him, not wanting to make Eli think he was staring or something like that. Even now as he sat there he couldn’t help but worry about his friend. Khari wasn’t a stranger to sleepless nights. He knew how they could affect somebody the next day. Elijah seemed fine for now, but for how much longer could that last? Khari wasn’t a fan of this, but he supposed there wasn’t much he could do about it right now.
The lion was pulled from his thoughts when something new caught his attention. He looked forward and up over at the center of the event, watching as the near naked contestants started to make their way out into the front and center. Thanks to freaking out over sears earlier Khari hadn’t had the time to just really think about this whole event. He had contemplated it quite a bit when Eli had first told Khari about it, and he had thought about it a few more times between then and now, but it took actually being right here at it to really take it all in. Here was a bunch of kids, most of them right at Khari’s own age give or take a few years, stripping down to the bare minimum of their underwear - special underwear that Eli had made - and furiously decorating their bodies with paint. This was their form of entertainment. This was their go to sport. Auradon had its fair share of sports that Khari found to be weird and even unnecessary, but this really was something. This had brought together what had to be almost the entire Isle’s population of second generation kids. There wasn’t any sport on Auradon that Khari could think of that would generate such a large hype. It was all rather interesting, and...what had Eli called it the other day? Barbaric? Khari wasn’t sure if he would go that far with it just yet, but he could easily see how it could get to that point.
Barbaric. That was a word he had heard a few times being used to describe Pridelanders like himself. Maybe they didn’t do things the way other countries and kingdoms did, but they weren’t barb- Actually, this reminded Khari of that time when Mustafa, in all his lazy glory, had decided that instead of putting on clothes he was just going to go to class in nothing but his underwear. Somehow he had managed to go through an entire class before he was told to get some clothes on. Instead of going back to his room to get clothes Mustafa had apparently curled up inside the nearest janitor’s closet and managed to stay in there for an entire three days before being found. It had taken the janitor shooing him out with a dirty mop to get the lion to finally move. Even then Khari was sure Mustafa would have stayed curled up in there for another three days or even longer if he had never been found.
...Yeah, maybe the Pridelands kids were a bit heathenistic. At least Khari wasn’t that bad, right? … Actually he was probably worse. After that one incident where he had freaked out, beasted out in the middle of class, ran out, and then managed to get stuck in a cabinet for an hour, there was no way Mustafa was worse than he was. And that was only one of the many times Khari had shifted into a lion during school hours. Ya know, he really needed to learn how to control his emotions better.
Shaking his head to free himself of those thoughts, Khari managed to bring himself back to the real world right as Eli started to go over some of the more important people in the event. He nodded and listened along, the only pause of thought given when Sanura’s name was brought up. Even though he had officially met her a few days ago and found out that maybe she wasn’t as bad as he had thought, her name still brought a chill up his spine.
He probably could have sat there and let those fun family issues he had rise up and choke him, but he was pulled away from that fate when Eli said something different that caught his attention.
Khari looked right at Eli with a surprised look now showing over his visage. ”Nobody sat with you last year?” That didn’t seem right. Eli seemed like somebody that drew people to him, somebody that everybody would want to sit down with and have the chance to converse with him. Hearing that he didn’t have anybody to talk to last year didn’t settle right with Khari. He honestly did not like that at all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 23, 2019 22:10:55 GMT -5
Ezra Grimhilde son of the evil queen and magic mirror
Even though he was fine Egg knew his brother wasn’t going to let him off the hook all that easily. His ear was bleeding, and bleeding pretty badly, but there wasn’t anything that was wrong. Eventually his ear would stop bleeding and everything would go back to normal. Maybe he would still end up losing his ear. Now that would be interesting. He could go around with just one ear on the side of his head and freak people out. If asked what had happened he could come up with a lot of cool stories, though saying something like, “my bird sister screamed and swooshed at me when I didn’t wake up so she thought biting my ear would do the trick and it did”, would be a pretty cool story. Or he could say something along the lines of, “I was getting lost in the passionate embrace of my mysterious nighttime lover when all of a sudden my lover’s jealous ex came out of nowhere and out of pure ex-lover anger chopped my ear off”. That was an interesting story too, but he could already notice the plot holes in that one. What was missing an ear going to do? He wasn’t going to stop meeting his mysterious nighttime lover because he was missing an ear. If anything it would make him want to see this lover even more because what body part would be chopped off next? Would he get another body part chopped off or would this jealous ex go after something else? What if this ex lover tried taking his memes or fan fictions away from him? That thought alone made his heart sink. That sinking feeling gripped him for a moment and he had to take a moment to gather himself. What would his life be like without memes or fanfiction? It would be cold and dreadful. It would be like standing in a field of perpetual darkness without an end in sight. It would feel like being thirsty and having a cup of water right there for you but realizing the water was actually just somebody’s really clear and watery spit. It would be like watching the world crumble and not being able to do a single thing about it. If he didn’t have his memes or fanfiction then life would be absolutely horrendous and meaningless. There would be no reason to get up every day. There would be nothing to look forward to. Egg could go on with his life if fanfictions were taken away and he still had memes. It would be hard, but he would be able to cope. But if his memes were taken… No. That was something he would not be able to handle.
All of this brought on another round of thoughts for Egg. Was that how Elfie felt about him right now and his bleeding ear? Was that how Elfie would feel if something actually did happen to Egg? The blond boy knew how he would feel if something happened to his half-brother twin. Or, well, he theoretically knew how he would feel considering it was something he, unfortunately, thought about a lot. Sometimes he would just be in his room, doing his thing with his stories and memes, when all of a sudden he would be slapped with all sorts of thoughts about what if something happened to Elfie. It wasn’t that he made these thoughts come or anything. Egg could be smack dab in the middle of writing a scene where two kids were licking syrup right off of their muscled stomachs or something like that when all of a sudden he would get this thought of, “what if Elfie leaves home one day and never comes back?” or “what if Elfie doesn’t wake up one morning?”. There were a lot of other thoughts that would plague his mind at random times as well, and he always had to stop and hope that they didn’t get the better of him. He didn’t need to be sad, especially not in a place where any one of his siblings could find out about it. He had broken down around Eli before, and he had broken down around Elfie as well, but he couldn’t afford to do that around any other siblings. He was supposed to be the happy one, the one that made everybody else laugh and smile. He couldn’t let that hollow feeling of dread that ate at him every time he thought about something happening to Elfie, or any of his siblings really, get to him. He had to be strong. He had to be okay. He had to be the one that was happy.
Snap out of it, he told himself. Egg couldn’t fall apart right now. Not right here, not on the glorious day where people stripped down to fancy underwear to beat down with one another.
Luckily he had Elfie’s comments to help pull him out of whatever stupor he had almost fallen into. ”The last thing I want to feel before I enter the sweet embrace of death is your arms around me, dear brother. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Seriously, what a nice way to go, wrapped in the loving embrace of Elfie Grimhilde, the best half-brother twin that there ever was.
Now that led to a question.
Were they the only half-brother twins on the Isle? Were they the only half-brother twins that had ever existed? Surely not. Surely this had happened before at some point or another, but Egg couldn’t think of any other twin pair on the Isle at least that had this sort of predicament going on. Though that then left Egg to wonder what life would be like if he and Elfie were completely and totally full brother twins. Would that make Egg half dog then? Or would that make Elfie half mirror? Or would they be mirror dogs?
Okay, wait, no, that wouldn’t work. That option was not biologically possible. Egg was at least smart enough to realize that.
Anyway, that was going to have to be a question to ask Elfie later, to see what his opinion on that very important matter was.
As Elfie pulled away from the hug, Egg was about to call out to his brother to tell him that he didn’t need anything for his ear, but the words died in his throat before he could even get them out. Elfie was worried and would only worry more if Egg continued to be stubborn about it. If the tables were turned then Egg would want to make sure his half twin was okay and all patched up as well, so he would let Elfie have this one. He wasn’t going to start something up when all he had to do was be quiet and let his half twin patch him up.
It wasn’t long before Elfie came back with the first aid kit. Egg tipped his head slightly to the side so that his brother could get a better hold on his ear to clean it up and get it all under control. As he let his brother get everything about his ear under control, he listened to what Elfie had in mind, curious about where all of this was going. ”Why, Elfie,” Egg started, voice accusatory as he spoke in a playful manner, ”are you suggesting we go out to this forbidden place and miss out on sweaty, almost naked bodies crashing into other almost naked, sweaty bodies? What would everybody else think?” He asked, unable to hide the snicker that slipped off his tongue. ”You’ve caught my interest. Where we going?” Elfie was right. It had been a while since they had gotten into something together, just the two of them. Egg would miss underwear wrestling for something like this without a doubt. Spending time with his brother was way more important than that event even if he was as invested in it as he was.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 24, 2019 1:51:29 GMT -5
Kailani Adara Niuhi Daughter of Emperor Awesome and Knight Mare
Maybe Kailani should question a nemesis relationship where there wasn't any hate between she and Jester. Wasn't that how nemesis's normally worked? She was pretty sure it was. She always heard the adults screaming about blood, death, and vengeance on their most hated foes, but if she was being honest, she didn't want anything that violent towards Jester. At most, she wanted the daughter of Maleficent to like...stub her toe or something. Maybe. Even that was kind of pushing it though because stubbing a toe was a lame way to go down, and Jester needed to be in fighting shape here. A nemesis wasn't any good to kill because...well...then you didn't have a nemesis.
So as she walked out into one of the rings, she came across the dragon fairy girl singing a song to her. That was thoughtful, and totally awesome. Kailani had always wanted a themesong, and here they were, with Jester serenading her. The only respectful thing to do was to sing back, yeah?
"My neme-neme, oooo my neme-neme-neme! I've got a nemesis!" The shark-horse sung along, posing when she stopped in the ring. "I used to sit around, caught in a jam. Turns out that all I needed was a dragon to slam!~ There's someone in my life, that gives it that special twist! And I feel fine, 'cos I've got a nemesis!" The dark haired girl made sure to shoot finger guns back towards her totally awesome eternal rival. It was time to see, for the year in question, who held the title of "Most Awesome Underwear Wrestler" between the two of them. For the last two years, it had totally been her. Obviously. Her dad's name was literally Emperor Awesome, and that sheer inherited awesomeness had to run in her veins too. Jester was sick and cool and all, but there was only room for one on the throne of awesomeness, and it had Kailani's name all over it.
"My neme-neme, oooo my neme-neme-neme! My neme-neme, ooo my neme-neme-neme! Now I hate her, and she hates me! What a wonderful animosity! When did it start? Well no one knows! Now I have someone to oppose!" And she totally needed to oppose someone. It kept her sharp, especially when she wasn't opposing someone lame. If she just sat around partying all day with Kaz and the crew, she'd be a squishy loser with no street cred to her name. "Yes I have a nemesis!"
The song was over now, and Kailani punched her left fist into her right palm. "You ready to have your world rocked for a third year in a row, Jester?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 25, 2019 1:55:04 GMT -5
Colette Jessamine de Vil Daughter of Cruella de Vil and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
It was settled, then. The others agreed it was time to start, and if she were being honest, the de Vil girl actually discovered she was sort of nervous. Not just about one thing, though. When she thought about it, this entire gathering could be the next disaster waiting to happen. The last time all the gangs and the transfers were gathered under her supervision, someone died. What if she couldn't do it? Would it be better to step out now? Maybe let Eli handle this? He was more capable of controlling a crowd than she was, after all. Or at least, people actually respected him. And they had every reason to. He might be a little extra sometimes, but he definitely had an air of authority, and a lot less blood on his hands.
God, was this a good idea at all?
The blonde was broken out of this spiraling train wreck of thought by some familiar voices. Right. Charlie and Celeste couldn't afford for Collie to lose her ever-loving shit over something that happened every year. Underwear wrestling was familiar territory, even if this was her first year behind the mic, and not in the ring herself. Not that she really felt up to combat last year, but failure wasn't an option. Weakness wasn't an option. It didn't exist. She couldn't panic now. She couldn't lose her grip on the situation. Fear be damned, she wasn't going to fall apart now.
"H-Hey there, Charlie. Tex!" The crack in her voice was quickly hidden behind a small cough into the crook of her arm. She wasn't scared. Her throat was just dry, that was all. That was it. Just to show she was fine, and her doubts could suck it, she only tried to focus on the events at hand. Not anything that could and would probably happen later. "Kick some ass out there, yeah Tex?" The Slim boy was their reigning men's champion for two solid years now, and even she knew he was raring to make it a third. Despite some of his...honestly weird expressions, Tex was someone she actually had a lot of faith and trust in. Maybe not like...friendship trust. She wasn't particularly close to the cowboy, and didn't plan on bonding with him any time soon, but he could get a job done with little to no problem.
That didn't make some of his slang a little...odd.
After Tex had gotten far enough away where Collie didn't fear him eavesdropping on their conversation, the blonde looked to his fiancee for a translation. "Capping the...? Does Tex want to kick Justin's ass or bang him?" Maybe this wasn't the right time to ask. But some of the stuff he just said -- actually, correct that, a majority of it -- had completely flown over her head. It was kind of concerning, really. Like...sure, Tex was pretty attractive, although Justin was a little more unfortunate in her eyes, but this wasn't some sort of party where you could leave your kid at the bar and go hook up with some random stranger just because you liked their cowboy talk. Or...Collie supposed it was less "kid" and more "pregnant fiancee". And there wasn't a bar here. And Justin wasn't a cowboy. Where was she going with this again? Wherever this thought was going, it was unpleasant.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Whatever the hell she'd been thinking about, the scream of a feral child just drop-kicked her out of it. After jumping nearly a foot in the air and definitely dying in the process, Collie discovered the source of the unholy noise.
And of course it was the unholy hellspawn that made it.
Maybe she was being a little harsh to Diggy. His father was a disgusting piece of shit, but she held a lot of respect for his mother, Poppy. And since she was pretty sure they were both wrestling, that meant.
"Oh, you're babysitting, Celeste?" That made sense, when she thought of that. Yanking her mic from the demon child's hands, she shot a furious glare at the little bastard. This was held for a couple of heartbeats before Diggy fled behind his aunt.
Grumbling under her breath for a moment, Collie ran a hand through her hair to try to regather her nerves, then actually spoke into her mic.
"So who's ready for this to get started?!"
It was a rhetorical question. Everyone was ready, obviously.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 25, 2019 2:08:42 GMT -5
Beldane Conchobar Cipher Son of Bill Cipher and Celestebellabethabelle
The day was finally here, and Dane was pumped. Actually, pumped was a horrible word for this. He was way more than that. Yes sir, he was. Wait...who was the sir in question? Ian? Maybe he should tell his opponent that he was looking forward to throwing down with him. Nothing said "chaos" quite as well as a mob of criminals throwing each other around in war paint and underwear. And Dane lived for it. He didn't have to paint up his body or anything, nah. He had his thoughts and memories carved on his body, and that was about as war paint as you could get. He did wear a more decorative eye patch today, though, made from a scrap of purple fabric instead of the dull black one. It even matched his underwear.
But maybe he should let Ian know he was ready to fight.
Before he could follow through with that thought, though, an earsplitting scream filled the arena, one that the demon man recognized instantly and caused a wide, proud grin to cross his face.
"Hahaha! That's my boy right there! You tell 'em, Diggy!" Distracted for a moment, the man with the blonde and black hair called over praise to his little mini-monster, like a proud parent would at a baseball game. "Pretty good way to start off our match, yeah Ian?" He hadn't broke his grin yet, but lowered himself into a crouch to intercept the pirate man if he decided to rush him.
He didn't really have an opinion on Ian, not really. He didn't interact too much with the pirate crew, and he didn't really have a lot of close friends. Not anymore, they were all dead. He'd outlived most of them, and now he wasn't really familiar with anyone. He got along okay with some of the coven members, sure, and there was always Poppy and Thacky, but that was about it, yep. "Hit me with your best shot, man!"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 25, 2019 2:38:50 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
"YAAAAAHOOOOOO!" The second that the oldest hound dog was in the ring, he was baying for a battle. Nothing got your blood pumping better than a solid beat or a damn good fight, and they were all outta music. So now was the time to slam each other around and show one another who was boss for the year. And this year was starting with a battle Camp couldn't wait to start.
Him versus one of his very own baby brothers.
He loved Cy, he really did. They were brothers, and he'd fight and kill for him and Roe any day that he had to. Alongside Luna Rose, they were the most important people in his life, and that meant something. But sometimes you had to elbow drop your little brother through a table to remind him who top dog was around here. "You ready to throw down, Cy? I'd promise to go easy on ya, but I can't do that!" The hound dog was plain, not a drop of paint on him. But he was no less ready to throw down, and even beat on his chest with one fist. "Let's give 'em one helluva match!"
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 26, 2019 13:27:36 GMT -5
Celeste Caballus daughter of buck and celestabellebethabelle
Things were finally about to get started. Surely this would calm her nerves and get her into the groove of things. Celeste had been doing this for three years now, she could do this with ease. Maybe there was the added pressure due to the fact somebody had died here only a week ago, but Celeste could do this. She had to stop being such an idiot. Once she did that then the painful nerves would go away. Celeste at least hoped so anyway.
Of course, just then her body decided to go against her and she stiffened up, pain flaring through her like it had been doing for quite some time now. The unicorn had noticed quite a bit of uncomfortable feelings since the day before, but she had passed it off as nerves. This year’s tournament had to be beyond perfect and she knew it. She had to make sure it all went without a hitch with the transfers here and she had to make sure it went smoothly so that maybe Collie wouldn’t have to deal with anything more than she already had to. Celeste also knew she has to make underwear wrestling absolutely perfect for the transfers since, apparently, they didn’t have anything like this in Auradon which was extremely saddening. The blonde still hadn’t fully recovered from finding out through her amazing pen pal Ramona that Auradon didn’t have underwear wrestling. That was certainly something she was going to have to fix later on if she herself made it off this barren rock.
Besides that, the pain she had felt since yesterday had started off as just slight uncomfortable feelings. They hadn’t been anything like what she had been experiencing in the last few hours where it was literally impossible for her to talk when the pain ripped through her. They had been uncomfortable just enough to the point that Celeste hasn’t been able to sleep last night, but she was honestly used to sleepless nights. She had always found it hard to sleep, even more so when she had gotten older and had to go through some slight rough patches in her life. She had already experienced waking in the middle of the night to see demonic creatures crawling toward her in sickly, shaky movements yet she wasn’t able to scream or cry or even move to get help no matter what. She had always had those real life nightmares, but they had only gotten worse and all the more graphic as she had gotten older. A lot of the times she was greeted with the sight of Blythe or Dane bloodied and broken, their life being tortured right out of them. Those nightmares had started up a lot more frequently after her sister had been killed, and there had even been a rise in them when Bene**** had been killed as well. Now they were just a typical occurrence, something that happened just about every other night. So yeah, she was used to not sleeping. She could handle that, but these nerves and this pain was something she was having a hard time getting through.
The urge to kick something was getting all the stronger. Celeste had to practically use all her willpower to not lash out and kick whatever was behind her, and it took all of her strength to not topple over and fall back down on the ground like she had earlier when Arizona was still around. She had to be strong. She couldn’t let anything get to her now.
It was probably pretty obvious that something was up as she stood there, rigid and in pain. Celeste had to just let it take its course, and eventually after a minute or two the pain toned down just enough to where she could catch her breath and pay mind to what was really important here. Luckily she was able to catch on to what Collie had asked, and the unicorn honestly felt amusement at the mafia boss’s outright confusion on what Tex had said before he headed out to the arena. ”If I’m being honest, probably both,” she admitted with a rather nonchalant shrug. To be honest both her and Tex were extremely open about the other Isle inhabitants that they found attractive. They both even had their own lists of who they thought was good looking and neither were ashamed about that. It was just a part of their relationship and showed just how much openness and trust had been poured into it over the years. Now Celeste couldn’t recall if Justin was on her fiancé’s list or not, but either way if Tex found the guy attractive then she wasn’t going to stop him from doing what he wanted. ”Though if Tex does more than beating him out there I better get the details of everything else.” Not something to say out loud, Celeste, not something to say out loud at all.
Luckily for the sake of everybody involved Celeste was stopped from saying anything more when a literal demon spawn came rushing forward to screech throughout the arena as loud as he possibly could.
Unlike poor Collie who didn’t seem to be all that used to random ear-splitting screeching, Celeste merely reacted in a way that any aunt would when their screeching nephew made an appearance. ”Hey there, Diggy!” Maybe she should have said something about him taking Collie’s mic and shrieking right into it, but she didn’t see anything too wrong with that. Sometimes a kid just had to screech to get out their emotions and thoughts. It felt good to screech, and Celeste had her fair share of screeching, especially as a kid. Honestly, if people thought Diggy was a wild heathen child then she had to wonder just what people thought of her and her siblings when they had been growing up. ”I guess I am,” she responded to Collie’s question about babysitting. It made sense considering Dane and Poppy both were competing, but with Diggy it wasn’t really babysitting and was more just babylistening. She didn’t sit on Diggy, that was probably child abuse. Maybe. Actually, sitting on a child was totally okay. It was just sitting on a kid and holding them captive until their parents came to get them. That wasn’t bad at all. But anyway. Babylistening was more where the child ran off and did what it wanted and to make sure it was okay you just had to listen to it screaming. That’s what it was like with Diggy. Let him go free but make sure to keep his screams within hearing range.
Though she would have to now keep an eye on Diggy, she still had a job to do.
Hoping that now she could calm herself down and the pain she had been feeling on and off since yesterday would finally fade away, Celeste took her own mic. She glanced over at Collie, gave a little nod, and then added on to the mafia boss’s own question, ”We’ve got a lot of great matches coming up, so let’s get this thing going!” And yeah this is where Feather doesn’t know anything about commentating so the end.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2019 10:31:33 GMT -5
Feral Ethan son of the evil queen and fidget
Hi I hope nobody minds me doing something random with feral Ethan. Nobody’s posted in almost a month and I get paranoid that the thread could get locked up oops.
Does he even have a layout, I have no idea so I’m just gonna slap on a quick layout with random pictures. Also Stella is trying to eat my phone charger right now. If anybody is the feral one here it’s that weird cat.
Well, now she’s gone. Stella has left the phone charger alone and now she’s chilling in the floor. Just laying down right in the dirty floor - and oops, there she goes to her food bowl. She’s so fat, like why is this cat so flabby? I literally only feed her one cup of food a day. Then again she gets that ~fancy~ expensive food that has a lot of protein in it. Stella gets ~real~ meat in her cat food. Peanut doesn’t, he gets the cheap cat food you can get at the Dollar Store. But Peanut’s still fat so I don’t know. Maybe I’m cursed to always have chunky cats that need to lose weight. Anyway. Gonna put some actual substance into this random post fueled out of paranoia of getting the thread locked. Why I’m paranoid I have no idea, I’m just being ~cautious~. But a n y w a y, here we go -
There was a lot of noise and commotion today. That had to mean something was up, and what was up he had no idea, but people were out and about and being louder than usual. Something was happening. Something big was going on and he had to check everything out and figure out what was transpiring.
The streets were a lot quieter than they usually were. That in and of itself was odd. Usually people were out and about, all over the streets with their friends, but today that was different. He wasn’t exactly sure what was different about today, though. Everything seemed the same to him weather wise. The gray clouds were still as thick in the sky as ever. The ground was still barren and lifeless save for a few patches of struggling vegetation here and there. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary save for the fact that there wasn’t anybody out in the streets.
Honestly why am I even trying to put substance in this post? It’s just Feral Ethan prowling around confused because I’m sure nobody told him underwear wrestling was happening today. We need an ambassador for the feral kids so that all feral kids can understand what’s going on as well. Free the feral kids, they deserve to know the news.
Honestly I’m so close to five hundred words that I might as well get there.
So um, Feral Ethan. He’s just prowling around, gonna find his way to the Sanguine and probably steal some hard earned food from somebody. Might give somebody rabies. Honestly we need kids fending off rabid animals more often, rabies are probably rampant on the Isle. But also Feral Ethan probably doesn’t have rabies? Like, he chills with squirrels most of the time, and while squirrels can get rabies, more than likely they’ll never have it. Like it’s so rare for squirrels to get rabies that if somebody got bit by a squirrel doctors wouldn’t even test for rabies. There’s ur fun fact for the day.
Okay I made it to five hundred, bye.
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