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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 2:56:27 GMT -5
Elijah Grimhilde Son of The Evil Queen & The Huntsman
Now, it could’ve just been from the fact that Elijah hadn’t gotten proper sleep in a few days, or perhaps it was because people didn’t typically joke with him, but for some reason, Khari casually joking about how undignified most of the Isle inhabitants were was hilarious to the high priest. At first Elijah just looked at Khari with wide, large blue eyes before finally it fully registered with his sleep deprived brain and he snorted with laughter.
Unable to stop the rather undignified snorts of laughter from erupting from him, Elijah did his best to stop himself by covering his face and looking away from the serpent prep transfer. Honestly it probably shouldn’t have been as funny to him as it was, it just was.
Perhaps it was as humorous as it was because Khari was right.
Only on the Isle did you find people stripping down to specifically made underwear and wrestle each other until there was only one victor left standing. Perhaps Auradon had something similar, however Elijah doubted it had anything exactly like this. The Isle was unique in a lot of ways, or at least that’s how Elijah thought of it. He had never been to Auradon so he couldn’t exactly say, but it was no secret that..certain people on the Isle didn’t exactly come across with any sort of dignity.
Elijah cast a quick glance at the man sitting not too far away from him, Damian Doubtside, one of the oldest members of the coven. There was nothing wrong with Damian of course, he was part of Elijah’s coven and therefore he would anyways mean quite a lot to him as well.
However...watching as Damian dropped an already dirty, moldy peach onto the ground, eyes locked onto it as it rolled away from him, and then in an act of pure laziness- pick it up with his bare foot, lift it back up to his mouth with inhuman flexibility and take a bite out of it without even wiping it off, Elijah couldn’t deny that Damian wasn’t the most...dignified individual out there.
Still laughing, Elijah managed to calm himself down enough to put an end to the - rather unattractive - snorts coming from him. Covering his mouth, Elijah sent Khari an apologetic look, cheeks flushing with warmth. ”I am so sorry you had to witness that, I’ve-I’ve never done that in public,” he explained, shaking his head a little.
Oh how humiliating, snorting like a pig at the Slim stables over a simple snarky comment from Khari. If anything it certainly didn’t paint Elijah in any good light, that was for sure.
Still feeling rather ashamed of himself for letting something like one snarky comment completely destroy the image of a polite, in control, steady leader by ugly laughter, Elijah turned away, looking back to the matches as the fighting actually began. ”You’re right though,” he added, gesturing over to Kit and Hal as they fought. ”Now see, neither of them have any finesse at all,” he explained and let out a small, faint chuckle. ”Though that’s to be expected from Serpent Prep and Dragon Hall,” Elijah explained, sending a smug look back over to Khari. ”Witch School is the only ones with any sort of class.”
...Exceptions like Damian aside.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 3:06:17 GMT -5
Andromeda Dopplet Daughter of Captain Amelia & Doctor Doppler
Now with their next target chosen a devious smirk snaked its way onto Andi’s face. ”Showtime,” she muttered under her breath as he began to make her way over to the unsuspecting pufflet that had wandered away from her siblings, which honestly they didn't seem to notice as Hibiscus was talking to Hokulani, it sort of looked like she might’ve been her underwear adorned sibling a pep talk of sorts.
But that wasn’t who was important here. No, that was the third pink haired sister that was making her way around the fights to get a better view at all of them. Acting immediately, Andi let out a small sigh, walking up behind Daffodil. ”Aren’t these fights entertaining?” She asked, looking toward Daffodil to see if her question had caught the other girl’s attention.
Daffodil nodded, her large, pink, fluffy hair bobbing up and down with her head as she did so. ”They’re very fun to watch,” she agreed, looking back as the fighting began. Personally, Andi had never actually understood what was so appealing about all of this. It all seemed a bit too gross and intimate with people she didn’t want to be intimate with for her taste. But hey, if people thought it was fun she wasn’t going to complain, it just meant they were a whole lot easier to trick. ”Hoku’s gonna fight this year,” Daffodil continued absentmindedly, gesturing over to where her sister was getting a pep talk from her other sister.
Andi looked over as well, nodding along. ”Good for her, I’ve always wanted to join in, but ah, that could never happen,” she lied easily, looking away from Daffodil for a moment, only looking at the girl through the corners of her eyes as Daffodil turned her attention to Andi, a look of pity and confusion flickering across her blur gaze.
”Why not?” She asked and Andi resisted the urge to smile.
With a rather casual, nonchalant shrug, Andi reached down towards her pants and tapped her metal leg, pulling the pant sleeve up just enough for Daffodil to get a good look at the leg. ”Kinda hard to do when you’re missing a leg and all,” which wasn’t technically a lie, even if Andi never actually wanted to participate in underwear wrestling. Daffodil didn’t need to know that.
Limping over to stand on the other side of the hummingsheep, Andi slid her hands into her pockets, a wistful look sent towards the wrestling. ”Ah, oh well, guess we cant all live our dreams,” she commented, leaning forward a little, keeping her eyes trained on the matches going on for a bit longer before looking back towards Daffodil. ”What about you? Ever wanted to be out there in the matches?” She questioned with an easy tilt of her head.
Daffodil blinked in confusion. ”Me?” She asked, glancing down towards the ground. ”No one’s really asked me that before, I...I don’t know,”[/b] the hummingsheep admitted with a small shrug, her face scrunching up into a thoughtful frown.
”Why not?” Andi pressed, nudging her in the side with a friendly grin. ”I bet you’d be great at it, your opponents would end up getting lost in your hair,” she joked easily, keeping eye contact with Daffodil as she watched her every movement for even the slightest change. This entire conversation was crucial if she wanted to make any sort of sale here. ”But seriously, you’d do great, why let everyone else have the glory when we could have a secret champion hidden within our midst, aye?” Andi asked as she limped back to the other side of Daffodil, lifting her arms up in a mock flex of muscles. ”The Great and Powerful Daffodil! The fluffiest of all champions, has a nice ring to it, dontcha think?” she questioned, placing her hands on her hips as she watched the other girl carefully.
Slowly, Daffodil began to nod along in agreement. ”It...it kind of does, doesn’t it?” She questioned, a smile slowly growing on her face. Andi couldn’t resist the smirk this time as she took a small step back.
”That’s right it does! Dontcha think, Askari?” She asked, sending a quick glance back over towards the lemonkey before returning her gaze to Daffodil. ”You know, I bet it isn’t too late, you could scoot over to Celeste right now and wiggle your way into the tournament,” she continued, gesturing to where Celeste, Collie, and Charlie were commentating.
Daffodil frowned again, looking away with a shake of her head. ”No, I couldn’t, I don’t have any fancy underwear, plus everyone’s already matched up...” She said, kicking at the ground a little.
Andi cupped her chin with her hand, nodding solemnly in agreement. ”Hmm, that does make it a little tricky,” she agreed, beginning to pace ever so slightly in front of Daffodil. She continued to do this for a few more moments before suddenly snapping her fingers together and swerving on her feet to face Daffodil, a grin plastered across her face. ”I’ve got it! Askari and I could hook you up with a real nice, new pair of underwear for the big day!” She offered, nodding along as if the idea was just forming in her head at that moment.
”Yeah, yeah, I got a pair of real nice underwear from Eli awhile back, its top of the line, high quality, definitely the kind of underwear you wanna wrestle in, especially if you’re gonna be a great and powerful champion,” Andi told her folding her arms as she continued to nod her head back and forth. ”Say, what size are you?”
Was it awkward to ask someone what size of underwear they wore? Yes, yes it was. But given the context of the conversation it was...well it was still awkward but she was able to pull it off and that’s what mattered here.
Plus, Daffodil didn’t seem to mind the question, and instead replied by answering with an excited smile as their impromptu plan fell into place. ”Extra small!” She explained and Andi grinned, letting out a victorious laugh as she extended her arms outwards in a dramatic display.
”Well what d’you know? That’s exactly the size I have ready and waiting to be used for underwear wrestling! What are the odds?” She questioned with a small, casual shake of her head.
Pausing for a moment, Andi glanced towards Askari. ”However, we will have to figure out a price,” she added, once again nodding along solemnly. ”I hate to charge friends like this, but this is some high quality underwear here, handmade by the one and only Elijah Grimhilde, high priest of an entire coven, not to mention it is in incredibly high demand right now and at such a short notice too...” Andi hummed thoughtfully, as if putting great thought into the price of this pair of amazing underwear she kept hyping up. ”Well, since you are a friend, I guess we could give you a discount, right Askari?” She asked, looking back over to her partner in crime. ”What do you think? What would a reasonable price be for our dear friend here?” She asked, head tilted to the side as she questioned Askari, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 3:11:07 GMT -5
Elfred Grimhilde Son of the Evil Queen & Buster
At Egg’s dramatics all Elfie could do was grin and play along, already making his way towards the door, throwing a scarf dramatically over his neck. ”Egg, you know me better than that,” he started in an offended mock as he placed a hand on his heart and looked over at his twin with a grin inching from the corners of his lips. ”I’m an angel and would never even think of going against anything our dear elder brother said, I’m ashamed you would even begin to think anything else,” he said with a shake of his head.
Pausing for a moment or so, Elfie waited for the pause to pass before he moved towards the door and flung it open, dropping the act entirely. ”Now let’s go, I wanna be back before the tournament is over,” he explained as he headed on out. He didn’t need any of his many other siblings catching them or wondering where either of them were. Least of all Eli, who would most definitely question their whereabouts and Elfie just didn’t want to deal with that today.
Today was supposed to be fun, and his older brother had a tendency to take fun things and turn them into boring, not fun things and Elfie just didn’t want that to happen this time, so he wasn’t going to let it. Eli could shove it.
Heading down the stairs, Elfie was stopped by a brother he had not expected to find awake...after all, he was literally nocturnal.
But instead of sleeping peacefully in his room, or hanging upside down from his perch on the ceiling like a weird, demented vampire, Elliott was standing in the kitchen, eyes bloodshot red and bags so large under his eyes you could probably put groceries in them. He seemed fairly out of it though, staring at the broken toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up perfectly toasted even though there was no bread in the toaster...the toaster wasn’t even plugged in.
Yeah he was pretty out of it, Elfie and Egg could just slip on out with no problems...
Or so he thought.
”I thought you two would’ve been at the tournament by now,” Elliott commented from the kitchen, turning his death eyes away from the toaster to stare at Elfie and Egg, his eyes never leaving the two as he reached for the door handle on the fridge, thrust it open, and grabbed the container of sandwiches Eli had left for the rest of them to enjoy.
Still maintaining eye contact - when was the last time that boy had blinked? - Elliott grabbed one of the mini sandwiches and shoved the entire thing in his mouth, swallowing quickly...honestly, Elfie wasn’t even entirely sure that he had chewed. ”You guys going now?” Elliott asked at last, keeping his eyes trained on them.
Elfie gulped, taking a step closer to his younger brother. ”Yeah, we’re heading out-are you alright there El? You look a little...zombified,” Elfie explained, gesturing at Elliott with a cringe.
Elliott looked him right in the eyes. ”I haven’t slept in three days,” he explained easily, grabbing another sandwich. ”Daysomnia is real, especially when theres so many people in one house, all awake during the day,” Elliott continued, sending an accusatory look at Elfie.
Elfie took a quick glance around and then walked over to Elliott, patting him gently on the back as he began to guide him towards the stairs. ”Well we’re all out of the house today so maybe you can get the sleep you clearly need,” he suggested, helping Elliott up a few of the stairs. ”Underwear wrestling lasts all day after all, you’ll have the house to yourself, go catch some zzzs dude,” he suggested.
Elliott sleepily nodded along, continuing up the stairs. ”Yeah, yeah okay...have fun at underwear wrestling,” he said before closing the door to the room he slept in.
Elfie waited until the door was completely closed before turning back to look at Egg. ”Alright, now that he’s sleeping, I’d say its time we went to the shacks,” he explained and headed out the door.
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Now, this is where I’d describe him traveling to the shacks in a some really pretty description that people wanna read, but this is Elfie and Elfie doesn’t have time for stuff like that, so instead imagine a really fun and cool montage full of hijinks and random adventures as the two traveled to the shacks, or even just a really quick cut scene to save time. That works too, either way, what I’m saying is that they’re at the shacks now, okay? Cool.
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Extending his arms outward, Elfie smirked and rested his hands on his hips, nodding as he looked up to the two, decently sized shacks hidden within Serpent Prep territory. ”Yep, this is definitely it, the transfer shacks,” he decided with a nod of his head and grinned back over at Egg. ”We’re here.”
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 12:54:43 GMT -5
Kailani Adara Niuhi Daughter of Emperor Awesome and Knight Mare
"Huh, well I couldn't just let you get the last word in, Jester." That seemed like the opposite of the right thing to do, yeah? Wasn't the whole "nemesis" thing about proving your superiority on a committed basis with the right person? It was like a relationship, but instead of cuddly cute stuff, you tried and just failed to drop a safe on their head, or catch them in some sort of nefarious trap. At the end of the day, your nemesis and you would part on even terms, and the game would begin again. "That's like...common nemebro etiquette, it's just rude to not answer your nemebro's bangin' song." Ignoring the prompt to show off your mad vocal skills seemed rude and like it'd just be a waste. Right? Right. Not singing back was lame and made her look like some kind of wimpy little nerd who just didn't know how to have a good time.
"Don't think that's gonna be happening this year though, Jester my dude. Don't you know how hard I slam? I'm gonna knock you out like that." She'd been training, herself, and she had to say? She was pretty confident in her prowess this year. She'd been wrestling the crew members and random sharks just to prepare for this day. She was as buff as buff could get when all you ate was rotten veggies and some fish. Starving to death wasn't good for those dope gains at all. And she'd been practicing her sick comebacks too, making sure she had the bark and the bite for when she inevitably had to throw down with her girl Jester. The sharks and goblins on the docks had mostly been the subjects of her savage taunts.
Those dorks just didn't know razor sharp wit when they heard it.
And then, suddenly, Jester was lunging at her.
Kailani scrambled to grip onto the slick dragon girl as fast as she could with the grace of a...okay, so shark aliens weren't really graceful, but she managed to wrangle the smaller girl and throw her down. It wasn't super, it wasn't even awesome by Lani's standards, but she managed to not get steamrolled in the first round, which was okay.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 13:21:55 GMT -5
Colette Jessamine de Vil Daughter of Cruella de Vil and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
Was it a good idea to give Diggy the mic? Probably not, but that was Celeste's choice, not hers. And besides, it was kind of cute, hearing the little guy cheer his dad on in his own...graphic and disturbing way. He meant well, even if he didn't mean well for Ian, apparently. Getting your eyes removed was something that -- honestly when she thought about it -- turned her stomach. She was just taking a moment to gather herself and not throw up at the vivid mental image, when she heard:
"Don't worry, Diggaroo! I'll take out an eye just for you! It'll be special!" Dane's cheerful reply was heard from the ring, as he hunkered down to wait for Ian's retaliation. Honestly, Collie had always been creeped out by the guy. His wife was chill and wonderful, yeah, she'd never forget the time that Poppy had helped her save her cats from certain death. But she wasn't Dane's biggest fan. He'd been an avid supporter of Maria, back in the day, and she still found it nearly impossible to believe that he'd seen the error of his ways with that one. Once a psychopath, always a psychopath. But he seemed to be good to Poppy, and Diggy was entertaining, even if he was a little weird, so she guessed she'd just let sleeping dogs lie on that one.
But she couldn't sit by and let eyes be removed.
"Beldane Conchobar Cipher, I swear if you try to rip out an eye, I'm going to rip something else off of you." Why remind him of the rules when she could just casually threaten him? Even then, her threat was less "angry" or "loud" and more of a casual reminder that Diggy might be his only child if he actually went through with that promise. Probably ought to think that one through, really. "I don't want to do it, though -- I bet my money on you." She was a commentator, not a judge, she didn't have to be impartial. And if she didn't have to be impartial, then she could at least make some money off of this. Cash was cash, and she had a pretty good feeling that the one-eyed man was the favorite to win. Not that Ian wasn't strong and capable, she just knew to expect anything from a guy that casually promised to rip eyeballs out.
And then Diggy wanted her mic.
Did she give it to him? She'd made her threat clear to Dane, so that was sort of out of her hands by now. If he still ripped Ian's eye out, then it was his own idiot fault, after two people had told him no. Besides, Diggy could be a fun addition to the commentary. He was energetic, and no one ever really knew what was about to come out of his mouth, which could be funny as many times as it could be mortifying.
Aw, what the hell.
"Have at it, little guy." Collie passed the mic to the little boy, sort of curious about where he'd go with this.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 13:49:09 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
"Lissen here ya lil snot!" Camp loved his youngest brother with all his heart, of course he did. He'd fight and die if it ever came down to defending the little guy or getting him out of trouble. But this was wrestling, and family ties didn't quite make it to the ring. This was a noble and impartial sport, dagnabbit, even if he was endlessly proud of Cy for taking up the family pastime.
Nevertheless, as Cy covered his eyes and tried to wiggle loose, Camp felt him slipping from his hold. That just wouldn't do, now would it? The red haired man latched his arm around Cy's neck, putting him in a chokehold. "Keep still, now, so I can win." He grunted, before rubbing his knuckles into his kunckleheaded brother's hair. "Who needs a nap now, lil' fella? Maybe you needed yours before ya left the house today, huh?" No one implied that he, Campbell Dayton McCoy, certified badass and master of the throwdown arts, needed a nap. Especially not because he was old. He was a lean, mean, fightin' machine and this little whippersnapper was about to feel the pain.
Damn, maybe he was old, saying whippersnapper. He'd have to ask Luna Rose later if they were "old". He didn't feel old.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 16:13:48 GMT -5
Madora Marchendrache Daughter of Maleficent & Captain Hook
Getting knocked off her feet was expected, if Jester was being completely honest here. She hadn’t exactly ever done great during these little yearly fights of theres. She hadn’t even ever experienced what it was like to go on to the next round - though she liked to imagine it felt great, like going down an unstable zip line great - but she had yet to experience that.
Well, the winning thing. She had gone down an unstable zip line before and it had been a rush, she should try to do that again and maybe get San into it now too. She was typically a bit more willing to go along with Jester’s cockamamie schemes than Winona was. Winona had to be in the right mood to jump of buildings just to see if they could.
But that wasn’t the point here, the point was that once again her nemesis had knocked her to the ground and for a few moments it seemed as if the match would play out how any others before them had as well. With Jester lying in defeat while Kailani got to move on and beat up even more people. But that wasn’t going to happen this time.
Oh no, this time, Jester was ready, and she wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
So, smirking up towards Kailani, Jester pressed her hands against the ground, ready to push her body up to her feet. ”You slam hard huh? All big and tough, but guess what Kailani,” Jester paused for a moment to grin, a devious glint sparking in her green eyes as she slowly began to push herself back up. ”I slam harder.”
Just like that Jester extended her leg out and slammed her knee into Kailani’s leg as hard as she possible could, jumping back up to her feet in a swift, agile fashion. ”You forget that I’m a dragon,” Jester reminded her, quickly moving around her opponent. ”Fast as the wind, stealthy as the shadows, and as strong as a mountain,” perhaps she was taking this a little bit overboard, but what could she say? She’d been practicing actual fighting this year, not anything cool to say without sounding either extremely childish or just really dumb.
Finally done giving what could only be presumed to be some sort of Jester speech, the dragon girl backed up a little, jumped high into the air, let out a loud dragon like battle cry and with the full force of her entire body, slammed right into Kailani.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 16:41:51 GMT -5
Charles Catt Son of The Cheshire Cat & Felicia
Sending a comforting smile up at Celeste, Charlie turned his attention to the fights starting before his eyes, only stopping when he was greeted by Diggy. Grinning down at the young boy, Charlie waved over at him. ”Hi Diggy! It’s nice to see you!” He told the boy with a smile, after all it was nice to see him, Charlie quite liked seeing the kids of the Isle, they were so full of innocence and so happy and oblivious to the hardships that came with living. Charlie envied them. Course, he was also just happy to see anyone, so that also played a part in his excitement at seeing Diggy again.
Now with hellos out of the way, Charlie put his focus on the matches. After all, he was supposed to help commentate and so thats exactly what he planned to do...even if the fights were a little too quick paced for him to keep up with, Charlie had always struggled a little on keeping up with anything that moved too fast. It took him time to adapt and process things correctly, but if he just focused on a few fights at a time, maybe he would be able to keep up.
So far, only a few fights had really started anyways. Arizona and Nevada, Cy and Camp, Hal and Kit, Jester and Kailani. Which was still an awful lot for one little cat to focus on, but he could manage. First he watched as Kit charged at Hal, with Hal backing off before fighting back. ”Good job Hal! Good job Kit! Don’t break any bones! I’m very proud of you for showering today, Hal!” Charlie called out to the two fighting boys. He was proud of Hal. It had taken a lot for Charlie and Tara to convince him to get out of the ship and come participate, but here he was, out, fighting, clean for now, Charlie was proud.
He was proud of Kit too of course, however Charlie liked to believe everyone probably showered daily until proven otherwise.
Moving his attention to the next match going on, Charlie watched as the talking came to an end for Nevada and Arizona as Arizona sprung forward, initiating the fight. Charlie leaned forward a little to get a better look, glancing over towards Cy and Camp who were also fighting by now. ”Looks like we’ve got a few matches pitting sibling against sibling,” he said thoughtfully, turning his head from the two sisters to the two brothers to make sure he didn’t miss anything important. ”Remember that you’re family and that you love each other!...I love you all too, just for the record!” It was important to remind everyone that they loved each other - and that Charlie loved them too - when fights were breaking out. Charlie had never really been a fan of fighting of any kind, but he didn’t want to ruin anyone’s fun, so it just seemed like a better idea to hope they went somewhat easy on each other and remembered not to cause any real damage.
Seeing someone actually get really hurt during one of these events would be devastating.
Finally glancing over to watch Jester and Kailani fight, Charlie resisted the scream that wanted to burst out of his lungs when he witnessed Jester use every ounce of her strength to barrel right into Kailani. It seemed that not everyone wanted to listen to his “love everyone” policies. Charlie remained quiet though, neck craning to get a better look and make sure Kailani was alright.
Gah, maybe Charlie shouldn’t have come, watching the fights always got him all antsy and worried. What if someone got hurt?
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Post by CreamCrow on Jun 3, 2019 3:59:56 GMT -5
Anastasius Phoenix-Vultor son of the Firebird Another year of blood, sweat, and competition.
Though, it wasn't like he was particularly enthusiastic about any of those traits. Normally, he'd actually skip over joining the competition in favour of support his sister and rooting against her friend. The werewolf one, that is, since he didn't explicitly have any qualms with others she chose to hang out with. Unfortunately, Jace was the reason he was even doing it.
Said person was poking his face as the three walked along in look for their first fight. "Aww, Axy, he still has that grump face of his!"
He was regretting it.
"Don't torment him yet, wait until after he's at least finished his first fight," though an attempt, Anastasius assumed, to defend him, Axy was still giggling at the comment. That was the true betrayal here, the simple laughter at the awful girl's 'joke.'
"You gonna do me proud, birdie?" the little she-demon purred. "Cause if you don't end up winning, I'm going to be deeply offended since you're gonna be representing me, right?"
"I'm absolutely going to lose on purpose."
"Anastasius!"
"Sorry, sorry. I'm going to give half the effort to win on your behalf, since you are 'so so soooo sick' and 'am completely unable to fight' else 'I will melt into a tiny puddle of fur and water'. Which, for the record, I'd like to see that outcome." He probably shouldn't have gone on such a tangent as Axy was glaring at him, but, he found it worth it.
Until he saw that the cold-blooded mammal was still grinning, "Oh my! Axy, did you hear that? Your brother is being so mean to me!"
"Jace..." that was a warning if Anastasius ever heard one. He started to grin. "Nope, not dealing with this. Have fun arguing, I am going to go find Mara and prepare to fight." And she left.
Unfortunately, the icicle woman stuck around with him, to his irritation. She didn't much think of leaving even as he made a direct path to leave that spot in a different direction than where they were. He let out a heavy sigh, strictly looking eye level towards the world. Thank god she was almost a foot shorter than him and therefore he wouldn't catch a glimpse of her face.
Though, it made it difficult to look for Yeeti, the first match he had in this competition. "Who names their kid Yeeti?"
"We know a kid named Yeet."
".... You make a fair point. But! This is also a transfer kid we're talking about." He look down to stare at her in unamusement. "What? I expected more sophisticated names. Like Jessica, Tiffany, uh..."
"Jacey?"
"Yeah! Wait- you bi-"
"Uh uh uh, you already agreed, moon beast," Anastasius said, putting a hand over her face to stop her talking. A finger to the lips could have worked, but it was better not seeing the face in general.
Removing the hand, she retorted, "One, not an actual werewolf you overgrown magpie, two, call me that name again and not only will I slit your throat, but I will take out your esophagus, gut you open, specifically to the stomach, and since you won't be able to swallow anything, I'm going help feed it to you anyway. Got it."
"Awesome, yep, sure can do." She was absolutely serious about it and Anastasius was aware, but, he was threatened often enough that it really didn't mean anything to him. He welcomed death. "Now, are you gonna help me find Yeeti and get this out of the way or can you go and bother someone else?"
"help fin' yeeti' guess" she mumbled, fists balled and staring at the ground now. She pushed ahead of him after a moment and suddenly brought a smile back to her face. "Let's ask that sir over there!" He looked to whom she was referring to, and immediately hoped to find someone else who could find the whereabouts of Yeeti.
The kid was talking to a rock.
"Hey, you, you look like you could help us, know where we could find Yeeti? Transfer, I believe, never met him, but has a cool name!"
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Post by CreamCrow on Jun 3, 2019 4:00:42 GMT -5
Madison Marcy Mouse daughter of Mickey and Minnie Mouse “Yeet!” Madison spun on her feet to look at the cat to appear. “I mean, own personal goals say, let’s win this, so, that’s what I’m aiming for!” The little mouse was grinning, taking up tiptoes in excitement, like a little child excited to make friends.
Which, in comparison, she supposed she was just that. She really wanted to get to know this girl a lot more, to understand her and what had happened in the past. Sure, Madison really had no business butting in, but she was curious and through some weird way, Madison liked to consider them to be sisters. Though, blood was absolutely not on their side, and technically her mommy and pops hadn’t legally gotten to adopt Yeet as their daughter, but there was Yolt as a connection!
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that was a good enough one though. Specially given the circumstance. Yeet seemed to hate Yolt- Yolo. Madison wasn’t even sure if she even considered themselves to be siblings, through a more emotional attachment Madison supposed, given the whole fact they were twins and therefore blood related… This wasn’t a good point.
She still wanted to see if friendship was a possibility! “And making friends, if you ever want to hang. I mean, figure, coming to the Isle was a great idea anyway! New potential friends, and turns out, underwear wrestling!”
“... By the way, how exactly does this underwear wrestling work? Like, I get the underwear,” Madison looked down at few clothes she sported, what seemed to be the need for this competition, “but… How do you know when to wrestle?”
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Post by CreamCrow on Jun 3, 2019 4:01:06 GMT -5
Fish Frollo son of claude frollo Thank the Lord that Fish wasn't known to be a very good person in the first place, as the moment he heard his name called out, he spun around to find the person talking. So that's Tierney! Clearing his throat, he held up his index finger towards the guy before looking back at the random person.
Gaining a polite-as-he-could-be smile, Fish said, "Sorry, turns out you are not the Tierney. Bye-bye!" Raising an ever so graceful leg, he kicked the person out of view. He wasn't aiming to be light, but he was not expecting that it was going to be that hard. So, to whomever he just kicked into the dirt, face first, and not very nicely, he just had to say... He wasn't really sorry. To be fair, the person really just wasted his time when Tierney was just a little over there.
Taking this newfound time to skip over towards Tierney, he made sure to wave his hand to wave in greeting. "So, Tierney, right? Good on finding me, was hoping to find you but you eased the work for me! Thanks, man!" He held out his own hand to shake before immediately retracting it. "Nevermind, I don't do handshakes. Either way, still nice to meet you! Hyped to get this started, that's for sure!"
Grinning again, he moved to crack his knuckles as Tierney asked about how the fights go. He enjoyed the fights and the general freedom on how people wanted their own fights to go. Normally, Fish would try to go all out and whatnot, but, this kid was also a transfer, Fish was pretty sure, and the poor kid probably wouldn't do all that well. He supposed he could save his energy, go easy, and still win. Perfect win-win situation.
"Mix of both, probably polite to take turns, but 'crashing' into each probably works just as well. Basic thing is win till one of us drops, right? And on that note... You wanna get an edge up and hit first?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Jun 3, 2019 16:30:27 GMT -5
Elaine Pendragon daughter of king arthur pendragon and lady of the lake Standing in a crowd filled with people in her underwear looking for a girl named Yougo was not how Elaine expected this trip to go. However, this was so much better than that same expectation.
Spending the day fighting people fist to fist sounded amazing to Elaine. She was excited despite the fact she wasn't trained in hand-to-hand combat nearly as well as she had been in weaponry. She knew basic defense and offense, but anything special or cool or requiring years of practicing was less to her skills. She was still determined to participate, despite figuring she may be at a disadvantage and probably won't become a finalist. It didn't hurt to hope though.
She was admittedly bouncing around a little on the lookout for this Yougo. She hadn't met Yougo before but she was excited to. Meet Yougo, fight Yougo, hopefully win.
And then she heard her name.
It was for a brief moment, but the person was still talking and Elaine was grinning as she tried to track the voice. Popping in front of the girl, she stuck out her hand as an introduction. "Hi! I'm Elaine, you Yougo?" That was weird, Elaine wasn't used to using the sound "u" right next to each out like that.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 4, 2019 12:45:49 GMT -5
Yougo Desiree Drakken Daughter of Shego and Dr. Drakken
"Yep! That's me! The one and only!" Like the one and only Yougo, not the one and only Drakken. Igo and Wego would beg to differ, and she wasn't going to say that about her womb-bros. They were awesome and deserved a shout out to their existence. "Well...like...the only Yougo. I have two brothers -- Igo and Wego -- so I'm not the only Drakken. Just the only specific me." With that out of the way, she turned back to the matter at hand: underwear wrestling.
Yougo punched Elaine lightly on the shoulder, not enough to hurt but enough to make her feel like a bro. That was important. These Auradon kids were important, she'd heard, so she needed to like...make Elaine feel welcome. And that seemed pretty easy so far. Elaine seemed cool. Well...Yougo knew virtually nothing about her, but she was down to participate in underwear wrestling, which wasn't a thing in Auradon apparently. So at least she was chill and open to try new things, which Yougo admired in a person. "Let's get to the ring, pal. So the match can start." Yeah yeah, they were pals now. Hell yeah. "So this is your first time underwear wrestling? What d'you think so far?" Keeping conversation going, Yougo led her new pal back towards the fighting.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 6, 2019 16:58:44 GMT -5
Davian Fisker Son of Tip & Dash
So you just...got right into it and fought it out, huh? Tierney nodded along in understanding, glancing around at the other fights currently going on to get a general idea. Yep, looked like you just sort of charged at someone and fought it out until someone was on the ground and couldn’t get up again. At least, that’s what everyone else was doing. It didn’t seem to have a whole lotta order to it or anything like that, a few matches going on at the same time with people just crashing into each other with no real structure.
Rad, this was the kind of stuff Tierney enjoyed - among plenty of other totally cool stuff, he was a well rounded dude - and he was going to enjoy himself here.
Tierney looked back to Fish and smiled, nodding at the other boy. ”Thanks dude, I’d love to go first,” he expressed and just like that, with the strength of a walrus, Tierney charged right at his opponent, slamming into him with as much might and strength as he could possible hold within his entire body.
Sure he might’ve been from Auradon but one of his dads was a walrus, he learned a lot from them, even if he was just a penguin, no walrus in him at all. He still knew what he was doing, if anything he liked to think of this as one of those prime times where you think “ah man, I shouldn’t have judged that book by its cover, it might be a slightly chubby transfer from Auradon but this book totally knows how to clobber someone.”
In case anyone was confused, Tierney was the book in this case. He wasn’t totally oblivious to how people typically judged him without really getting to know him. They saw his appearance and heard how he talked and were all like “yeah I know you” even though really, not a lot of people did.
But hey, all that did was remind Tierney to never be the not bodacious dude that did judge by the cover.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 6, 2019 17:02:02 GMT -5
Arlo Muntz Son of Alpha & Appoline
Days off were...rare, to say the least. Arlo didn’t give himself the time to take off. However today was Underwear Wrestling. Which meant a large portion of the community were either fighting each other in paint and underwear or watching those that were. Basically, there was no business anywhere else today and that meant Arlo got the day off.
Typically workers got more than one occasional day off a month, but something Arlo had found was that most of the adults here that were actually offering jobs to the next generation could care less about good work ethic and actual days off. If you told someone that you were willing to work full time and rarely asked for a break, they weren’t going to give you one.
Which...honestly, had Arlo a bit torn. He should enjoy the day off he had, after all most people were supposed to enjoy those. But...well, to him it just meant he was home and home wasn’t a place he necessarily liked to be.
Still, he got to sleep in late and hopefully if he stayed out of the way of his parents, today might not actually be too bad. The kitchen was empty right now, so that’s where he was, quietly making hot chocolate - with milk of course, he wasn’t an animal..well he was but that wasn’t the point here and there were a few cows on the Isle - in slippers and his comfy pajamas. Which were really just fuzzy pajamas, but they were comfy even if they had been thrown away at some point for acquiring some sort of stain on the shirt. He didn’t wear these pajamas very often, but it was his day off, he figured he was allowed some comfort.
Finishing the hot chocolate, Arlo took out two mugs and filled them up with the burning beverage, rummaging through the pantry until he found a bag of stale, half empty marshmallows and dumped a few in each mug - more in the mug without a big chip in it - he had to use these sparingly, as there weren’t a whole lot of treats like this on the Isle and Arlo was lucky to have found one to begin with, but he could use up a few of them for today.
Putting the marshmallows back, Arlo glanced around the kitchen, adjusting his glasses before he inhaled, pressed his back against the counter corner, and called out for his cousin of sorts. ”Duke! Come down for a minute!” Arlo called, watching the staircase with wary eyes. Hopefully the only person that would come down those steps would be Duke, but there was always a chance that it wouldn’t, and that’s what Arlo was worried about.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2019 12:45:01 GMT -5
Ezra Grimhilde son of the evil queen and magic mirror
At Elfie’s reply Egg found himself letting out a dramatic gasp. ”You’re right, twin brother of mine. I have shamed you and your angelic personality. You have every right to smite me for such atrocious thoughts about you. Or would you rather forgive me?” He questioned with what was a look of acting mercy upon his face. ”I do hope you can find it in your self to look down upon me and think “wow, this foolish mortal can deserve a chance. He questioned my divine angelic grace, but there’s a chance of redemption within him.” I will ask for your forgiveness now if you see of me as worthy.” If they weren’t busy and didn’t need to be on their way to the transfer shacks, Egg would have gotten down on his knees right then and there to place gentle kisses on his brother’s feet. They would have been the gentlest of kisses, so soft and tender it would be like a newborn baby deer gracing Elfie with its presence. There would have been no sin behind the kisses, only a soft innocence that would be perfect for asking for forgiveness.
As he awaited either forgiveness or being smited down by his all powerful angelic half brother twin, he followed Elfie out of their room to head downstairs. Rather than go down the stairs like a normal human being, Egg got down on his stomach as they neared the stairs. He had never really been one to actually use his legs when it came to something like this, and he didn’t plan on using his legs starting now. Ever since he started going down the stairs like a slimeless slug he had been a master at it. There had been a few times when something had gone wrong and he had slipped and tumbled down into the floor at the bottom, but he had always been able to recover from every bump and bruise he had acquired anytime he had fumbled. Luckily it hasn’t happened a lot since, for the most part, he was a slug stair sliding master.
As per usual he made his way downstairs right on his stomach, sliding right on down without a hitch. Typically there really wasn’t anything to stop him once he got down to the lower level of the house, but this time there was something, or rather someone, that made him pause in his little slug trail. He hasn’t expected to see Elliott out and about by this time of time. Usually his little bat bro was asleep by now, but as the Grimhilde’s local cryptid Egg had noticed Elliott up at odd hours for him. Even though he himself wasn’t a bat, him and Elliott shared a similar sleeping schedule, so Egg was usually asleep when Elliott was as well, but there had been moments when he noticed his little brother was wide awake when usually he would be curled up asleep in his room. It worried Egg, knowing that Elliott had been awake for three days straight. He needed sleep. Maybe when him and Elfie got back from their little adventure today he would go in and check on Elliott, make sure his brother really was asleep. If he wasn’t he would offer to do something for him, maybe read him one of the new fan fictions he had been working on as a bedtime story. Egg was pretty excited to show off what he had been writing recently, more stuff about Kavi and Ukuru. They were pretty fun to write about. After that he was going to dabble into some more crack ship fics unless he received a request or a commission from somebody. Egg had been toying on the idea of a possible Scout and Dane story. That seemed like a pretty crackish idea to him, and he already had a few ideas going for how he could pull this off. It was certainly going to be something, and Egg was excited to get to work on it after he finished up his Zodiace fic.
Anyway, back to what was going on right now.
Egg pushed himself up to a sitting position. He looked over at his younger half brother, concern glinting in his blue gaze. ”Yeah, go and get you some sleep, little bro.” Before Elfie could take Elliott away to his room, Egg gave a last few words of what he considered to be reassurance. ”If our dear mother gets loud just go in and smack her on the forehead or something. Or shove your body right in there with her, she’ll only yell for a second before leaving you alone. Now if she starts bringing forth our new sibling into this world while we’re gone just leave the house and sleep outside. If that finally does it to her we’ll eat her for breakfast tomorrow or something.” And then as another quick side note, Egg added, ”And don’t worry about Double M-daddio, I’ll feed him when I get back.” With all of that out in the open, Egg turned his attention back to Elfie when his half brother twin returned from bringing Elliott to his room.
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Yeah I’m not doing a travel montage either. Just know that Egg slug slided all the way there and is probably now gross and covered in dirt and parasites now.
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Now that he and Elfie were there at the transfer shacks, Egg looked the two over for a good moment. He hadn’t been out this way in a while, and this was the first time he had seen the shacks where the transfers would be living for a good few months. They looked to be pretty good size for Isle shelters. If the Grimhildes ever needed a new place to live maybe they could look into using these shacks once the transfers were gone. Only if they didn’t actually make it to Auradon themselves. But Egg didn’t want to think about any of that, though.
Instead, he turned to his brother with a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. ”Let’s see what we can find here.” Without waiting for an answer the naked boy shimmied on over to the first shack, still not actually walking like a normal human but more like some demented dog on steroids. He got up on his two feet to lean up against the wall of the shack, looking right into the window. ”We should be able to get in pretty easily,” he called over to Elfie. Why use a door when there was a perfectly good window to use after all?
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2019 12:47:07 GMT -5
Austin Slim son of alameda and katherine
There was something about the way Hal had said that statement that made Kit stop and think about those words for a moment. The undertone to that was something along the lines of “this is the first shower I’ve had in a while”. Which, to be fair, sometimes it was hard to find the time to shower. Kit did his best to get one in every day, especially considering what he did what with working on the family ranch and all that, but sometimes his lifestyle took up too much time for him to sit down and get cleaned up. He had done his fair share of showerless nights before.
Now, Kit could have left it at that. He didn’t need to respond, or he could have mentioned something about being proud of Hal for finally showering, but instead what came out of his mouth was far, far worse than what should have ever been said. ”I would have loved to be there. I would have cheered you on as you got all cleaned up. Would have helped ya, too, I could get those hard to reach places. Like your back or something, that’s always so hard to clean.” Kit wasn’t a back cleaning expert or anything, he always had trouble reaching his own when he showered, but he was confident in his abilities to clean Hal’s back if the pirate had needed it. Kit was always fairly good at cleaning Jane’s, his horse, back after they had gone out for a ride or had chores to do that worked better while on horseback. Maybe he could become a professional back cleaner if he worked harder on it.
Yeah, he had it. He had an amazing idea now. He was going to open up a public shower and bath somewhere on the Isle - he would have to go scouting around for a good building to make it in or even a good plot of land to build it up, maybe use that as a sort of date idea for him and Harley even. Once he had everything set up he was going to have people come in and clean themselves and whenever they needed help all they would have to do is call for him and he would come running like some kind of back cleaning cowboy god. He was going to be hailed as some kind of hero because of this. Thanks to him people all over the Isle would no longer have to worry about whether or not their backs were clean because he would for sure get them clean.
Baths and cleaning backs aside, Kit had other things to focus his thoughts on. The fighting had officially started and he was ready to get this going. With the newfound rush of adrenaline sparking in him he lurched forward.
To be honest here, Kit hasn’t expected to be dodged. He had been banking on getting Hal at least a little bit, but then again he had warned the pirate he was coming for him which in turn gave Hal the chance to prepare for what was to come.
Mildly surprised by the dodge Hal had pulled, Kit stumbled ever so slightly on his own two feet. He had been expecting to get in a hit, and not having that set him off a bit from his original plan. He was able to gather himself from the stumble, but before he could fully regain himself he felt something get him right in the back. Funny how that was the first place he had been hit on considering what he had been thinking about just moments before. A rush of air escaped him and he fumbled yet again, this time not catching himself as he came down on the ground. He was able to catch himself from outright falling, but he was now down, knees on the ground and his hands holding his upper half up.
Nothing kept Kit down for long, though. He was able to push himself right back up on his feet and turn, shooting a wily smirk over at Hal. ”Good start, but there’s no way you’re keeping me down.” Once the words fell off his tongue he snaked forward and reached out, charging at the pirate like some kind of angered bull that was aiming to get his horns into his attacker.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2019 12:47:55 GMT -5
Khari Negasi son of kiara and kovu
Oh no. What he had said had been too much. He had upset Eli, he was sure of it. He had gone too far too soon with his comment. Now Eli was going to hate him. He was going to turn to Khari with a steely cold gaze and tell him to leave, that he had been incredibly insensitive to the people Eli had grown up with. For all Khari knew the people out there he had just made a rude comment about were the high priest’s best friends, the people he couldn’t stand to hear anything negative being said. Khari understood that on some level. If somebody were to ever make some kind of uncalled for comment about Bala or Basu he would not be pleased in the slightest. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to do anything because of the fear of making somebody even angrier than they might already be toward him and his cousins, but it would for sure leave a bad taste in the back of his throat. He wouldn’t be able to stand it. He would want to do something even if he wasn’t sure what he would do.
Dread kept him in place for now. The lion couldn’t get himself to move. A part of him wanted to leave before Elijah turned and told him to get lost, but he was stuck. He was stuck in place where he was and nothing was going to get him to leave until he had to suck it up and face whatever was about to be said. Khari knew he deserved whatever Eli had coming for him, but he could only prepare himself so much. He wasn’t sure what all Eli would even say or do to him, there was an element of not knowing that Khari was terrified of. He had ruined his chances of making a deeper friendship with the high priest and now he was going to pay the price. It was what he got for being rude be supposed. It was simply time for karma to come and bite him right where it hurt the most.
Through all the doubt and insecurity that was plaguing his mind, there was a semblance of clarity that made itself known. Khari wasn’t sure where it had come from, but it was just enough to calm him down enough and actually think. What he had interpreted as offended chuffs at first were now coming across to him as what they really were - snorts of laughter.
Laughter. That was laughter. Eli was laughing, and...Khari was now confused more than he was terrified of it.
He wasn’t a funny person. Khari wasn’t a comedian by any means and would never even dream of getting close to being one. Had what he said really been that funny? There was no way. There was no way he was that he was funny enough to make somebody like Eli laugh as hard as he was to the point of snorting. But...but here was Eli, snorting in pure laughter right after Khari had let that comment slip. Should he do something about that? Should he ask and make sure Eli was okay? The urge to do the cat thing where they reach up and place their paw on somebody’s face and start pawing was there and it was a rather large urge, but somehow he was able to stop himself from doing such a thing. Now that would have been something he wasn’t sure if he could explain. Would “it’s cat instinct” even be an adequate answer? Probably not. Khari was sure that answer wouldn’t be appropriate in this scenario.
After pushing down the urge to paw at Eli’s face to make sure he was okay, a new flood of emotion came over him. He didn’t have to worry about offending Eli with what he had said now, and while he was still trying to figure out why exactly Eli found his words so funny, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of laughter awaken from within him as well. Moving away from the fear and confusion, Khari actually found himself thinking about how cute the laughter was. There was something so soft and innocent about the kind of laughter that took over somebody to the point of snorting. If he was being honest here he had stopped paying attention to what was around them at the moment or he would have witnessed the whole eat a moldy peach with your foot scene happening not too far off. Sadly that had not been in Khari’s line of attention at the moment, all his focus now on Eli and his own laughter that was starting to bubble up and dance off his tongue.
Khari’s own laughter took a pause when Eli turned to him to apologize. The lion tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, blinking as he eyed the high priest. ”Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for.” Why should he apologize for laughing? It wasn’t like he had started laughing at somebody’s pain and suffering or something like that. No, he had started laughing at a comment that Khari had meant to be taken as non-offensive, and while he hadn’t expected laughter from Elijah, it was a better response than what he had originally expected. He would take laughter over offending Eli any day. ”You don’t have to apologize for laughing.” Those were some big words coming from somebody who apologized for doing anything that so much as seemed to make someone uncomfortable or unhappy.
After looking at Eli for a good moment or so, Khari turned his attention back to the tournament going on. Most of the first round matches were starting up now, some well on their way to getting rather intense, and a lot of people out watching seemed to be rather pepped up about all of this. Khari could only imagine the energy that would escalate as they got closer and closer to the final round. ”You think it’s too late for any of them to learn?” Khari questioned, managing something of a snarky smile at the corner of his lips. It was nice, being able to snark around like this and not really have to worry too much about stepping on toes and making somebody uncomfortable. He was getting to joke around and let some of the pressure that was always hanging around him like a noose ready to pull up go away. It was nice, it really was. And it was certainly a surprise. Khari hadn’t expected having any sort of relaxed moments while on the Isle, but he wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t going to complain about this moment at all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2019 12:48:49 GMT -5
Askari Qarad-Varecia son of abu and suri
Askari smoothly made his way over to the extremely fluffy girl that was to be their first target of the day. It wouldn’t take a lot to get something out of her, the lemonkey was sure of it. It was usually easy to con people on underwear wrestling day what with attentions mostly on what was actually going on. Nobody really worried about being conned; there was always the worry that somebody would try to steal or pull some other funny business during all of this, but nobody expected to get conned. Or at least they didn’t expect to get conned by professionals - there was no way that him and Andi weren’t professional con men at this point. Sure, they had been caught back in Auradon and that was the whole reason for why they were here on the Isle in the first place, but that had been three years ago. In the last three years they had grown sharper and wiser, had advanced in the art of conning. They were stealthier, more charismatic, a true force to be reckoned with. If they were back on Auradon now they would never be caught, Askari was sure of it. The two of them would be still over there across the ocean conning princes and princesses left and right and nobody would ever know. With Andi at his side, Askari could do anything he set his mind to now. There would be no way anybody would catch wind of their little “business”.
Now though...now if they went back to Auradon after everything that had happened people would be suspicious of them no matter what. People wouldn’t be able to trust them. People would look at them as they would walk by and whisper under their breath about how they had been banished, how they had been so bold as to go after the royal family and yet so foolish to get caught. People would talk about them. They would always have their guards up around them. If they were to go back to Auradon would they even be able to keep doing the one thing they got a kick out of the most? When it came down to it, Askari could live with people talking about him. He could handle all the rumors and the whispers about him, about how he was a conniving little rat that took from people who had been willing to trust him. That was something he could go through life carrying on his shoulders. What he couldn’t handle was knowing that people would talk about Andi in negative ways. They would whisper about her just as much as they would about him, and Askari couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle it and he wouldn’t let it continue. If anybody dared speak badly about Andi then they would have a very, very angry lemonkey on their hands. He wasn’t a very aggressive person, or one to even attack others, but there was some sort of newfound rage that bubbled inside him at the thought of people going around and spreading awful rumors about the girl he would do anything and give everything for. One wrong word and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from beasting out. Sure, the image of a small lemur-monkey didn’t sound scary or anything, but Askari could make it scary. He was equipped with sharp fangs that could so easily tear into flesh if he so wanted that to happen. Askari had heard stories of primates snapping and attacking humans. He knew he had it in him to do as much if anybody ever said anything bad about Andi. He would do it without a second thought, even if that meant getting banished a second time. If anybody wanted to go that far and he knew about it he was ready to tear somebody’s heart out just because they had hurt his own simply by speaking ugly words about Andi.
While all of this was going on in his mind Andi had started, and was getting well into, talking to Daffodil. Askari wasn’t quite sure what exactly Andi was trying to sell right now - his mind had been too preoccupied with his ever growing vicious thoughts about what he would do to somebody who wanted to be rude to his one and only partner in crime - but he knew it had to be something appealing, something that the little hummingsheep would want. That could be just about anything, but finally able to concentrate on what was going on, Askari was able to piece together everything that was going on right now and what was being sold.
Underwear. That’s what Andi was trying to sell. Made sense. Underwear would be in high demand right about now.
After so long of being silent, Askari finally piped up. ”It would be such a shame if you pass up the chance to become the fluffiest of all champions.” The lemonkey shook his head and let out a faint ’tsk, tsk’ by clicking his tongue against his teeth. ”What would your sisters think if you let an opportunity like this go?” He questioned with another shake of his head. He was sure bringing Daffodil’s siblings into this would really get her. It wasn’t very often that Askari saw them not all together, or at least not two of them together. They were a close bunch, the three of them, and Askari was sure he could get something by mentioning the other two pink pufflets.
As Andi went on with this little business of theirs, Askari would give nods and little mutters of confirmation to what Andi had said. Right now this was Andi’s time to shine. Sure, they were a group act, a duo as close as any duo could ever be, but sometimes it was nice to have a moment in the spotlight to show off the skills of manipulation and skewed charisma they had. Andi was a master at that, at least in Askari’s mind. There wasn’t anybody out there that was better than Andi at this sort of stuff and he would fight for that.
At the mention of a friendly discount, Askari gave yet another nod, this time a lot more vigorous than the rest. ”Right, right! It’s a very special discount, one we don’t give out a lot, but we can make an exception for the future fluff champion of underwear wrestling,” Askari chimed. Knowing that they didn’t actually have any underwear that was handmade by Elijah and didn’t have any underwear on them in general, Askari had to get crafty. Luckily, he was good at such tasks.
With a noise that resembled that of a monkey’s squeak, Askari gave a little jump and, before turning to leave and get the underwear that was needed, he shot a look toward Daffodil and offered a sly wink. ”I’ll get with you on a price right away, let me go grab this fine pair of underwear while I think on it, discount included,” he added that last part just to really stick it in there that there was a discount being given to her.
With a quick look over to Andi that silently told her he would be right back, the son of Abu and Suri bounded off to figure out where exactly he was going to get underwear.
That’s when it hit him.
He had some on his own person right now. And it wasn’t like he actually needed his underwear. He wasn’t sure what size it really was, but after being on the Isle for as long as he had he was sure he was close to the extra small size Daffodil said she was. Not that it mattered; as long as they got the money they were looking for then all was well in the world with him.
Once he was far enough away to where Daffodil wouldn’t be able to see what he was up to, Askari literally started stripping. Just right there, not even bothering to go somewhere with a bit more privacy. What did he have to hide? Well, right now he had to hide the fact that he was using his own underwear to sell to the pufflet, but that was besides the point right now. That didn’t matter. After stripping off his pants came off his underwear. He brought the pair up and looked it over for a long moment, still pantless just standing there as some half naked heathen. Was that a stain on them? Probably from that one time he had spilled a bowl of cereal all over himself the one time he had decided to eat without pants on. Considering he didn’t have a washer or anything of the sorts Askari had to go with the next best thing. His tongue.
Without missing a beat the lemonkey stuck his tongue out and gave the stain a long lick as if that would make it go away after it had been there since no telling how long. He had never really thought about what underwear tasted like, especially his own, but as he stood there and licked it he realized that, honestly, it didn’t taste that bad. If anything it actually tasted pretty good. Maybe it was some leftover flavor residue from that cereal he had spilled.
Now satisfied with the state of his underwear, Askari pulled his pants back up and bounced back over to Andi and Daffodil. Once close enough he held up the pair of underwear he had. ”Here’s that underwear! Rather amazing, isn’t it?” He asked with so much confidence that he could have perhaps even convinced himself that this old pair of used underwear of his was the best set of underwear that had ever graced the Isle with its presence. ”Fear not if you find it to look a bit rustic. You see, Daffodil, that was all part of what Elijah wanted for this particular pair. Rustic, old vibes are all the rage now, especially back in Auradon. How great would it be to own something that would put you in the same league as some of Auradon’s biggest royalty?” Of course all of this was a big pile of hogwash, but nobody else had to know that. ”How does fifty coins sound?” He then asked, taking a moment to glance over at Andi as well as he spouted off a price. Fifty was a lot, especially for a regular Isle kid. Askari could potentially get a higher price out of somebody for his underwear, but he had promised a discount. Askari was a lot of things, but he wouldn’t cheat somebody out of a discount when he realized that other people had a hard time coming up with ways to provide for themselves and their families as well.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2019 12:50:14 GMT -5
Digby Cipher son of dane and poppy
Taking out eyes was a very serious matter. It wasn’t something to play around with or something to put lightly. When somebody would actually take an eye out for somebody else it meant there was a lot of love and dedication involved. It was a sign of pure affection if somebody took an eye out for somebody else, and hearing that his dad would, without a doubt, take an eye for him, for Diggy Cipher, meant the world to the little boy. It swelled him right up with warmth, made him beam brighter than the weak sunlight the Isle maybe got on a “clear” day. His dad was the absolute best and Diggy was always going to stand by that. Yeah, his mom was cool, but she didn’t rip our eyes for him.
There had been that one time when his mom had to put a dog’s eye back into the socket. It had been a flat faced dog with really, really big eyes that already looked like they were protruding out even when they weren’t. It had been a curious looking thing, and Diggy had found it to be really ugly. But so ugly it was cute, like if somebody had taken a tapeworm, which were cute on their own, and had thrown up on it. There was an underlying cuteness underneath the throw up, but that had made it just ugly enough to that Diggy wouldn’t want to keep it as a pet. But anyway, he had been there with his mom as she had to put the ugly-but-cute dog’s eye back in, which he had questioned her a lot about. He had wondered why she was even putting it back in when it would just be easier to take out and would also show the dog she loved it more than what she would be showing it if she put the eye back in. Then he had asked if he could take the dog’s eye out himself because, even if it was the tapeworm covered in throw up sort of ugly-cute, he wanted the dog to know he loved it. Mom had said no and that had really upset Diggy so instead of peacefully submitting to his fate of not pulling a dog’s eye out, he had gone around screaming as loud as he could throughout the house all the while messing anything up that he could get his little demon gremlin hands on. He had also managed to spite pee on his parents’ bed, the side that his mom slept on. After she had finished up with the dog Mom had not been happy at all. Diggy hadn’t been happy either, so he had tried his best to bite her fingers off every time she got near, but in the end Mom had won and Diggy had gotten in trouble for all the mess he had made. All he had wanted was to tear the dog’s eye out, which he was sure his dad would have let him do unlike his mom. She always took the fun out of things.
Anyway, back to the main point.
Hearing his dad say he would take an eye out for him made the little boy puff out with pure joy. An excited little noise escaped the boy, something like a cross between a whinny, bark, and a squeak. ”Get his eyes, Dad! Then I’ll eat it!” Because nothing said “thanks, dad” like eating the eye he brought back for him. Eyes honestly tasted really good, but Diggy had never been able to try a real human eye before. He had eaten a wide assortment of eyes what with being able to catch wild animals like birds and rats and the likes, but the chance to eat a human eye had yet to present itself to him. He was really excited for that day, though, and maybe this was finally the day.
Before he went on to do anything else, Diggy couldn’t resist the urge to get up and greet Charlie. He loved the cat boy a lot, and any chance he got to have with Charlie made the little boy extremely happy. He’d have to show his love one day by ripping the cat’s eye out, but for now he could stick to just talking to Charlie and running over to give him the occasional hug.
Of course, as a four year old his attention span did not linger on one thing for long, especially when a lot was going on. A sharp toothed grin spread across the boy’s face when he was granted access to Collie’s mic and he took it right into his hands. Following Charlie’s examples, and perhaps even stealing some inspiration from what the cat had already said to those out there fighting, Diggy started up his own commentary, starting with Hal and Kit just like Charlie had. ”I shower too!” He called out cheerfully. ”Not today, but I did last night!” He hadn’t really wanted a shower, or rather he still took baths, but he had been forced to take one anyway. It hadn’t been the worst bath he had ever taken. The worst one had been when he had seen an octopus in the bathtub. He had seen it with his own two eyes; it had been real and it had been there regardless of what his mom had said. Just because she had “double checked all over the bathroom” didn’t mean she hadn’t missed the octopus. Diggy wasn’t sure how she had missed the rather obvious animal, but she had forced him to take a bath even after he had seen the octopus. His main concern had been that the creature would use its weird little tentacle arms to take off his toes, and while losing an eye would be cool, he wanted to keep his toes. He couldn’t jump without his toes and he liked jumping. But that had been the worst bath ever because of the toe stealing octopus in the bath even if he didn’t see it again after that and he still obviously had all ten toes.
Not wanting to linger on that any longer, Diggy continued to follow Charlie’s own commentary. ”I love you too! I love you a lot and want to eat your eyes!” Seriously, if he got the chance he would totally eat their eyes. He probably had a higher chance at getting close enough to Arizona or Nevada to take one of their eyes since sometimes he did get to be around them whenever he was spending the day with his aunt Celeste and she was at the Slim stables. Though, he would probably only try to eat Nevada’s eye since she was cool and he liked her. Arizona was rude and didn’t do anything with him and always ignored him when he tried talking to her. He didn’t like her at all and he would only eat the eyes of people he liked to show his affection for them.
But speaking of his aunt…
Diggy turned away from watching the tournament to look over at her. Honestly, it was a good thing he turned his attention on her when he did all because of what happened next. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with Aunt Celeste, but he could tell something was wrong. She hadn’t said anything in a while and looking at her now she seemed all tense and like she was about to fall over, or maybe she looked more like she was going to cry. Was it going to be like the last time he had seen her and she ended up crying because she had found the perfect sized rock but it wasn’t the right shade of black for whatever she needed the rock for? So that had been when Diggy decided he was going to pee on the rock and beat it up, but before he could do that his mom had pulled him to the side to explain why she was upset over something that seemed so trivial and kind of dumb to be upset about. She had told him it was because Aunt Celeste was pregnant and having a baby could make people all emotional. That hadn’t set right with Diggy. So he then decided that he was going to beat up his cousin as soon as his cousin was born and also pee on said cousin for upsetting Aunt Celeste.
Which lead him to this whole other thing that he was about to do right now in the present.
He watched as a woman with blue hair that deepened into an almost black at the bottom walked on by, getting ready to start her own round in underwear wrestling it seemed. Diggy didn’t see anything happen, but she must have dropped something or had to maybe even scratch her leg because maybe she had an itchy bug bite or scab, but anyway, she must have needed to bend over for something, and unfortunately for her she had bend over at the wrong place at the wrong time.
He watched it all go down as Aunt Celeste forcefully kicked a leg out from behind her like an irritated horse would do. The kick landed right against the blue-haired woman’s head and she didn’t even have a chance as she immediately fell to the ground, now just a limp pile of human.
Already Diggy was ready to fight this woman. He didn’t know what had happened or why his aunt had kicked her in the head, but he was sure it was because the other woman had upset his aunt, and nobody got away with doing that.
He must have been the first to react to what had happened because there was not a single person that stopped him as he ran forward, already springing into tiny four year old terror action. It was usually by the time he was taking his pants off that somebody pulled him back and told him to stop, but Diggy was able to get all the way over to where the “dead” woman now lay, pull his pants and his underwear all the way down, and just let himself pee right on her.
”Diggy, no!” But it was already too late by then and he had finished what he had started.
Standing there now half naked Diggy looked up to see Aunt Celeste looking over the aftermath of what she had caused. Her purple eyes were wide with what Diggy could only describe as guilt. ”No, no, no, no, no…” She breathed. ”No...not again...I...I gotta,” Celeste mumbled under her breath just loud enough that Diggy could hear her. ”I gotta…”
Maybe it was from being one of the animal kids, or maybe it was just from the fact that he was pretty in tune with his aunt and her emotions, but he could tell there was a deep panic striking her and he could feel that coming off of her in large waves. There was a fear there as well, a fear of something that Diggy wasn’t sure of along with that guilt he had seen in her eyes earlier. He watched as his unicorn aunt tried to lean down to grab the person she had kicked but didn’t even make it to half way before she couldn’t really bend down any further.
Now this was his time to shine. Jumping up, still half naked and not worried about getting his pants back on, Diggy ran over to one of the woman’s arms and grabbed at it. ”I got it!” He exclaimed.
”Diggy, you can’t -“
Celeste wasn’t able to finish her sentence as the little four year old started dragging the body off with just as much ease as he could scream into a mic. ”See, I can do it!” He called out with excitement, dragging her off a bit further. Now he didn’t want to completely leave his aunt, Charlie, and Collie, so he wasn’t going to drag the body all the way out, but he was going to help where he could and show Aunt Celeste that even if she couldn’t bend over because she was too fat right now he could do so without a hitch.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2019 12:51:44 GMT -5
Yeet Sid daughter of yen sid and debutante
It was cute how this little mouse from Auradon thought she could win in underwear wrestling. Sure, the transfers had more to them. They had more meat on their bones, more muscles connecting underneath their skin. There was a well-fed strength there that Yeet had already noticed in these new kids. It was powerful and certainly something that would give these kids the upperhand, but Yeet knew they had more reasons for a downfall then they did for winning. They were stronger and more likely to gain ground just by being healthier, but Yeet had also noticed something else about the Auradon transfers. They were soft. Many that she had seen had rounded facers, softer features, more fat to them than any Isle could would ever get to see on their own bodies. These Auradon kids had lived sheltered lives where they could stuff their faces without worrying about where their next meal might come from. These kids didn’t have to fight every day just for the chance to get a moldy apple. These kids didn’t know the hardships of being constantly half starved or shuffling along for a chance at shelter. They weren’t used to things like this, not like the Isle kids were. Fighting was something they knew how to do well. If not physically then at least mentally. These Auradon kids? They didn’t understand that. Maybe they could fight well and hold their own, but they only fought for the thrill of it. They didn’t have to fight for survival. They weren’t as sharp and precise in their movements, and that was going to be their downfall. That was going to be the weakness Yeet was banking on here. So, no, she didn’t think Madison had a chance.
For a moment Yeet toyed around with the idea of going easy on the mouse, at least for the first go around or two. It would be a game of literal cat and mouse. She would play around with Madison, get her hopes up and make her think that she was going to come out as the victor here. Yeet would make sure to keep herself in the game, but she would act weaker than she really was. She would play the game just right and then, right when Madison least expected it, she would go in for the kill. She’d snap the little mouse’s neck and have her wish she had never attempted to take a win from an Isle kid.
Side note, she wasn’t actually going to snap Madison’s neck. Yeet had no problem with the mouse girl, she actually did want to see if there could be a possible friendship there. The whole “snap her neck” thing was just a fun little phrase that had worked with her current thought process right there. Now if Madison ever did something to really tick Yeet off then she would have no problem with wishing to actually snap her neck. Though to get Yeet that angry Madison would probably have to pull something that was on the same level as Yolt. There would have to be something that went hand and hand in betrayal and leaving behind everything she cared about. Now, Yeet couldn’t be certain that Madison would never do that, but the cat witch didn’t get that sort of vibe from the Auradon mouse.
Not that she had ever gotten that vibe from her dear brother, but that was besides the point. None of that mattered right now.
The mention of starting up a friendship had Yeet pull away from and of the Yolt thoughts she could have spiraled into. The cat tilted her head to the side, pink-purple hair drifting a bit to cover an eye for a second. ”Want to hang?” The cat asked, echoing Madison’s words with her own. Underwear wrestling wasn’t the place she had expected to set up a friendship date or anything like that, but hey, she wasn’t going to complain. She was going to take this extended hand of friendship and go with it.
A purr of amusement slipped from the cat girl. ”Count me in. Say, why don’t we set up a time and place to meet after I beat you up?” Yeet asked rather innocently on her part. She was going to beat Madison up, but she supposed she could do it in a bit more of a polite fashion if she wanted to stay in the mouse’s good graces. She was, afterall, curious to see if a friendship between them could work out.
Pleasantries and friendship offers aside, it was time to focus on what was truly important here. Underwear wrestling.
That sharp smirk pulled right back up on Yeet’s face when Madison asked her question. ”Once they give us the go, we start whenever we want. Which,” she stood up tall and tilted her head over in the direction of where Charlie, Collie, and Celeste were, ”I do believe we’ve been given the go ahead.” Without another word on her part, Yeet sprung into action. True to her cat nature she got down on her hand and feet just like a cat would as she pushed herself off the ground, letting out something of a warcry yowl. With the one hand she had she swiped out with as much strength as she could muster right at Madison’s legs. If she could get her down on the ground then it could be all over with before Madison even saw it coming. Yeet had decided she wasn’t going to go easy on the transfer. She was going to give this mouse a true taste of the Isle and show her what underwear wrestling was really like. There was no reason to go easy on her at this point. Yeet was going all or nothing, and her goal was to get that all and show Madison just how easy on the Isle it was to end up with nothing.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 14, 2019 19:40:38 GMT -5
Henry Hook Son of Captain Hook & Red Jessica
Why did Kit say that? Why did he have to say that? Wasn’t that an awkward thing to say? “Oh yeah too bad I wasn’t there while you showered, I’d have helped” that was weird, right? What would someone even help with in the shower, and why would anyone help anyone else shower? Showering seemed more like a personal thing if you were to ask Hal, its the only time you actually got rid of all the filth stuck to your naked body. Having someone else there just...well it seemed a little weird.
All things considering, it would probably be less weird if it was another guy, a girl might try to make it all weird and sexual, all “whooo we’re alone now, look at my soft shoulders and tell me I look pretty” which was really gross. Ew. Plus girls were all...squishy looking, with their...with their squish, Hal didn’t need to see that squish without plenty of clothes on, he didn’t need to see it at all. That would be inappropriate. At least in this theoretical shower thing, if it was Kit, it would be a guy and that would be a bit less awkward. Kit wasn’t girl squishy, he was muscular for the Isle, sleek, and looked like he’d probably knew what he was doing in a shower. Plus with a guy it wouldn’t get all weird, it would be a purely platonic shower. Just two dudes chilling in a shower together, getting some dirt off the hard to reach places and stuff, that would be way less weird.
Anyways, he should probably answer Kit, he hadn’t in awhile, it would probably be a good idea to actually respond to him. ”It would’ve been pointless for you to be there, you don’t need a shower to look good,” Hal said, the filter in his mind having died long ago.
Now there were a few problems with this. One, he hadn’t even said something until Kit was charging at him to start wrestling, which threw the timing way off for an appropriate response anyways, and two...saying what he did sort of implied he thought Kit looked attractive, which he did in that aesthetically-pleasing-to-look-at-man-I-wish-I-had-a-body-like-that way, but it would’ve been easy to take it the wrong way. ”I mean, aesthetically, you’re like a Da Vinci painting or a one of those sculptures you always hear about the gods making, you’re like that,” Hal continued, this time a little too quick. There, that should clear up what he meant.
There was no time to think on what he said anyways for by then Kit had reached him and he had to dodge out of the way. The time for platonically complimenting the cowboy was over, now it was time to beat him up. Then he might need a shower, but he’d probably still look good anyways so maybe not.
Rather proud of himself for jumping so quickly right into the battle, Hal had taken just a little too long to revel in his small, minuscule victory and hadn’t seen Kit charging at him in time and got hit, luckily he was able to plant his feet into the ground and keep his stance, avoiding the chance of getting knocked off his feet.
”Not bad,” Hal continued, finally getting into the flow of things. ”But don’t think just because you’re pretty I’ll go easy on you-“ he really needed to fix his brain to mouth filter, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was in the middle of a match and didn’t have time to think about the words spilling out of his mouth, he probably would’ve regretted ever coming to the match to begin with.
Spinning around, Hal gave Kit a strong shove, hoping to further knock him off his feet or at least make him lose balance. No matter how much he would’ve liked to keep talking, he still had a match to do, which was something he hadn’t done for a good few years. It was...enjoyable, something Hal didn’t get to say very often.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 15, 2019 0:00:17 GMT -5
Austin Slim son of alameda and katherine
Kit had never really been one to put much thought into his looks. He didn't really think he needed to. He had never really been one to think that he was ugly or anything, and he knew he wasn't ugly, but he had never been the type to just look at himself as much as, say, a Grimhilde might look at themselves. His looks didn't matter for what he needed to do in his every day life. Nobody needed a too-sexy-for-his-own-good cowboy running around half naked getting people throwing themselves at him left and right. Not only would that be distracting and, quite frankly, a bit too much for Kit, it would get in the way of his work. He couldn't tend to the ranch when there were people all up on him. And while he thought he looked decent enough for an Isle kid, he didn't want to be sexy. That would be too much. Could a cowboy even be sexy? They worked all day and got all sweaty and from that everything just got stinky and it was gross and, yeah, cowboys couldn't be sexy. Real cowboys couldn't be sexy at least. They could look good, but sexy was a totally different thing.
Anyway, tangent aside.
It was nice to receive a compliment from the pirate. The compliment would have done a lot more to Kit had this been a few years ago when his crush on Hal had really been running wild, but here lately it had gone dormant, replaced by the feelings the cowboy now had for Harley. Not that Kit no longer found Hal attractive, he just didn't have that complete attraction he had once had before. Even still, the compliment had been nice, and Kit couldn't stop himself from giving a little smile. "Well, a shower's just about the only place I'd be naked, and if you really wanted to look at me a shower might be your best bet." There really wasn't any filter on the cowboy either. Whatever popped into his mind most likely slipped out and was allowed for the world to hear. Not like Kit had anything to hide, he was going to say what he wanted to say. Keeping his mouth shut and not saying something had never helped him before. Well, it had, but that was for something completely different than anything he wanted to think about right now.
Luckily what Hal had to say next snapped Kit out of his thoughts. He turned his attention back to the pirate, fully alert and ready to listen to whatever he had to say. Kit wasn't exactly sure who or what "Da Vinci" was, but he was going to go along with it. Couldn't stop and look stupid now he supposed. He could at least pull context from the god statue comment. "You might be going a bit too far there," Kit remarked back, a tease in his words to show this was all just in good spirit. "I would say I'm more like a good quarter horse or bucking bronco. Have you ever seen one of those? I mean, I'm sure you've seen a horse, but what about a good one? Now those are some creatures worth comparing beauty to."
Before Kit could get too sappy about horses and their beauty, he was reminded that this was underwear wrestling and not some sort of flirt fest that dived into the topic of horses.
... Don't think too hard on that. Kit wasn't condoning the idea of flirting with horses. Horses were amazing and wonderful creatures, but they didn't need somebody to flirt with them. Well, see, this was now bringing on a whole other set of thoughts. Didn't Tex flirt with a horse? Not an actual horse, but a horse nonetheless. Though, Kit supposed at some level of biology and technicality, Celeste was more horse than human, which wouldn't that make her a complete horse? Did Tex flirt with an actual horse? Was Kit's brother condoning bestiality? That...that was going to have to be a conversation between the two of them at some point.
Kit shook his head. He needed to keep away from those thoughts right now. He could think about all of this later.
Everything about what was happening right now came back to the cowboy in the form of a shove. Luckily Kit was able to stay on his feet. He did stumble somewhat, but was able to quickly regain his balance and use that as a push off point to attempt and slam his body right into Hal's own. If he could get this right and land a good enough hit, he'd have Hal down on the ground and out of the competition. Sure, Kit wasn't all that competitive, at least not compared to some of his other siblings, but he was in this to win this, or get as close to winning as he could considering that Tex was the undefeated champion. Who knows, maybe that would change this year and Kit would be on top. It would be an interesting change of things, but before Kit could become champion he had to get Hal out of the rounds first.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 30, 2019 23:52:32 GMT -5
Joan Lackland Daughter of Prince John & Sheeta
All she wanted was a snack. She had only gotten up for a snack - besides, none of the matches she was looking forward to had actually started yet so it was a good time to go get some food - but instead she was there to witness her ex get kicked by a pregnant unicorn and then peed on be some sort of unholy demon-unicorn-red panda hybrid child. Honestly, all things considering, Joan could’ve just walked away right then and there and pretend she never saw anything, that would be the easy thing to do, but as she watched that unholy hybrid child drag Lapis away with inhumane strength for a child, she couldn’t just sit there and watch.
So with a long, drawn out sigh, Joan rubbed the bridge of her nose and walked over.
Getting closer, she was able to see Charlie rushing over to see if Lapis was alright, which was a little more reassuring, he’d take care of her, he’d take care of anyone on the Isle. Charlie was one of the very few people that had Joan’s complete and utter trust, maybe she could just be on her way to get her snacks.
Then Charlie looked up and spotted her. For the briefest of second their eyes meant and Charlie gestured her over and thats when Joan knew it was all over. She’d have to help now. Walking over, Joan crouched down to get a look at the pee covered, unconscious death goddess. ”So, what happened?” She asked even though by now she knew fully well what had happened, after all she had seen it all go down.
Charlie smiled sheepishly, letting out a small chuckle. ”Let’s just say it was an accident,” he responded quietly, lookin back down at Lapis. ”Diggy, Joan and I’ve got it from here, can you take over commentating for me until I get back? You’d do great at it,” Charlie said, grinning over at the little boy warmly.
Joan tuned the two of them out, glancing down at Lapis. It hadn’t actually been that long since she’d seen the other girl. Just a few days. In fact it had been a similar situation to this, a hit to the head by someone connected to the Slims, and in a way, it was still a horseshoe. Sure Celeste didn’t have horseshoes but she was a horse so technically any of her shoes were horseshoes and that made it so it worked.
Shaking her head, Joan looked back to Charlie. ”Hey, don’t worry about Lapis, I’ve got her, you make sure this whole thing keeps running, okay Charlie?” She asked, sending a small smile back towards the small cat boy.
Charlie seemed a little unsure at first, but nodded along nonetheless and quickly got up to his feet. ”Alright, but I’m gonna come check on her later,” he decided before walking back over to the others to watch the matches and add his own commentary.
Joan looked back down at Lapis and sighed. Picking her by the arms, Joan shook Lapis off of any pee droplets before trying to lift her even further up. However, Joan had never really been all that strong and carrying people had never really been her strong suit, so instead she lowered her back down and started her dragging her off. ”Why am I always dragging your unconscious body away from all the important stuff? I’m a princess, I shouldn’t have to do this...” she grumbled under her breath as she continued to drag the death goddess away from the event, hoping she’d wake up soon so Joan could get back to watching the matches instead of dealing with the ex she may or may not have still cared about a little.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jul 5, 2019 18:14:32 GMT -5
Arabella Kira Slim daughter of alameda slim and katherine barlow "Utaaahhhhh!!" If trying to search for her with eyes, ears, and movement wasn't working, Idaho supposed she had to also go and rely on screaming for her sister. She was hoping it would turn out to be the easiest way to find her in a hurry after 17 failed minutes of trying to do so. Every minute that went by without catching the sight of her twin was a minute extra that Idaho found herself wanting to die.
Or rather, she wanted the raccoon on her head to leave her alone and die.
Maybe not die, that was a little more dramatic than she needed at the moment. Even if they've fought enough times it'd be a relief to her mental stability for the little guy to just disappear. For enough of a while that she didn't have to worry about removing it from her limbs after every encounter. It was getting frustrating and Idaho was just about ready for a raccoon-free nap. Or a raccoon-free horse ride. Or a raccoon-free anything at this point.
Inhaling another breath, she shouted out once more, "Utaaahhhhhh!"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jul 11, 2019 12:56:47 GMT -5
Kailani Adara Niuhi Daughter of Emperor Awesome and Knight Mare
Kailani was a proud, powerful woman. Part shark, part warhorse, she was muscular and brave and had teeth for days. She knew she was awesome, and had no problem proving it. She wasn't a wimp, she came in to take the victory she knew was hers, and take it fast. She slammed hard and no one could deny that.
But just this once, Kailani had to admit that Jester slammed harder.
As the dragon girl came crashing into her, Kailani found that she didn't have the sense to move. It was like her muscles (and she had lots of those) had frozen completely at the sound of that war cry. And then Jester hurtled into her with the full force of 400 trashcans, all full to the brim with bricks. How did she know what that felt like? She had her reasons, shut up and use the metaphor.
She wiggled under Jester's pin, unable to form a coherent thought or catch her breath. If she didn't get up soon, then she was done for.
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Post by arexasaurus on Jul 23, 2019 2:17:24 GMT -5
Twila Tara Tyson daughter of the tyrannosaurus rex
Twila was grateful to know her opponent, another crew member, one who surely knows to avoid her backhand. Probably. It's not like her reputation didn't preceded her on the ship, so she didn't see how underwear wrestling would be any different. She hadn't won the competition before in the past, but she liked participating enough. Plus, it was a good way to get her face out there and let everyone know she was still important, even after slapping Ian out of the crew.
She saw said man, not twenty feet away, warming up. It wasn't surprising that he was fighting, everyone knew how dangerous he was with a sword. Twila looked at Tana questioningly, nodding towards him. The girl mouthed what looked like Dane, which didn't mean anything to her. Must be from a different school, which Twila really didn't concern herself with. The whole thing was quite ridiculous. Dragon Hall had murderers for leaders, and Witch School was just getting back on it's feet from their past psychotic leadership. The Crew was lucky to be stuck with the Isle's resident cannibal.
Shaking her head, she smiled. Twila really couldn't believe the rumors about San, even if they went around her own school. Not that she knew for sure or not anyways. "I'm fighting your girl." Twila smiled sheepishly, walking over to the bear head. "I promise to go easy on her if you explain what you're wearing."
Tana was in what looked like to be fur, which made no sense because wear would she get fur on the Isle? "No deal, Kelly can take care of herself." Tana was sure that her beautiful, wonderful girlfriend could take Twila in a fight, any day of the week. She found Kelly in the crowd and smiled, "She's over there." Tana pointed, then waved to the girl, seeing her obvious excitement.
Raising an eyebrow, Twila had to ask, "You sure that you wanna test it?" Twila really wanted an explanation, and she didn't like how Tana was questioning her strength. Tana lived with Ian, surely the younger girl heard how hard she hit from her adopted brother. Tana had even been on the Isle when that happened. It had been soon after she got banished, if Twila remembered correctly, but she was definitely around.
"Yes."
There was no hesitation or doubt, which didn't strike fear into her, but did make her a bit more worried about the fight. Twila watched Kelly in the crowds, thinking of her reputation. Didn't she try to cut off her limbs a lot? Twila opened her mouth to ask Tana, but thought better of it. Bear girl had her own rumors about cannibalism too, even if those rumors stemmed from her banishment and she didn't really attack anyone on the Isle. Did biting really count as an attack? Everyone knows she got thrown here for the biting problem, but did she really have it in her to kill the queen? Twila decided she didn't want to know.
Instead, Twila called out to Kelly. "Hey! Let's get this over with!" Default mode activated, apparently. Twila's face went into her RBF and she didn't change her expression. She was already tired of trying to figure out if she was going to win her not. She would rather just see what happens and go from there. Too much standing around was bad for her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tana start to enthusiastically bounce around. Twila rolled her eyes, seemingly uninterested. Internally, she was laughing at the girl. "All paws on the ground, little bear." She was being patronizing, but she didn't care. The more trash talk said today the better.
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