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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 16, 2018 20:23:50 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
After flapping her hands uselessly to show that she was, in fact, an adult and needed to stop having her hair ruffled like a little girl, Honoka huffed. She'd almost given him a sharp retort. Something cool and witty to combat her cool and witty cousin, but his next sentence distracted her."In RC carts!" The younger Hamada girl exclaimed in relish, grinning. "I've been training them to sit still in them, right? I recommend we use Scooter and Gizmo, though. Gadget gets cranky if the cart goes fast, and Pocky gets carsick." Because none of this sounded ridiculous in the least. At all.
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Post by arexasaurus on Nov 16, 2018 20:53:11 GMT -5
Simon Marcel Butterfly son of star butterfly and marco diaz
Although his family might fight him on the idea, Simon maintained that he was the most stable out of those in his family. Even his father, probably the only one who could even think of overtaking the title, was quite insane. The man had gone adventuring for sixteen years and came back riding a dragon-cycle, with multiple piercings and dressed like a hobo. Auntie H-Poo had the pictures to prove it. This was why Simon decided he definitely the most normal as well.
Which explains why Simon wasn't surprised whenever something rather unusual happened at school.
Fires, random screaming, various races. Nothing was out of the ordinary after spending literally any time in his house. Simon wasn't expecting much when he burst into his brother's room announced. It wasn't the best option, but it was early and he doubted that his brother could've already gotten himself into too much trouble in the morning.
"I have Dad's Super Awesome Breakfast Burritos and orange carbonated drink." Okay just because he's sane doesn't mean he's not a fourteen year old boy. He held out the plate of egg burritos and a container of soda towards his brother.
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Post by arexasaurus on Nov 17, 2018 2:37:03 GMT -5
Emilia Arendelle-Bjorgman daughter of anna and kristoff
If there was one thing Emilia should not have access to, it would be the kitchen. This used to be the science classroom, but she had already been banned from there preemptively. Her parents warned the school so that she didn't end up causing another explosion. To be fair to them, if she does it again, it would make thirty explosions in fourteen years. She couldn't exactly blame them for worrying over her. Luckily, this time would be different. She was just making coffee, it's not like that's too difficult.
Emilia slipped her soft hoodie over her head as she made her way to the coffee station. Although pale pink wasn't exactly inconspicuous, it was better than her noticeable wild blonde hair. As her eyes were peered for those who would like to catch her in the act, her hands couldn't stop tapping her reusable tumbler. Her nerves had her running on high. The kitchen workers had made it clear that she was to wait for them to get her anything she wanted. But she didn't want to trouble them! Everyone had started getting up and wanting food. She just wanted a drink. Very simple and not at all something she needed someone else for.
Then she saw the actual machine and frowned.
It was not the one she had at home. In fact, it seemed much more complicated than the one she was used to. Her father had made sure that their coffee machine was user friendly, indestructible, and had given her multiple lessons on how to make her drink without breaking it. This one had a lot more buttons, and different tools to use. She hesitantly set down her cup and cracked her joints. With a determined frown and a roll of her shoulders, she unhooked the handle portafiller as gently as she could. Unfortunately, it didn't budge so she tugged on it harder.
It broke off.
Emilia squealed and randomly hit the machine, setting off the steamer as well. While hot steam and coffee grounds started pouring out of the machine, she grabbed a rag and a few bags. She cleaned the coffee grounds as much as possible, then shrieked when she got hit by the hot steam. Emilia threw the rag over the steamer and cursed the gods under her breath. The rag started to fall, so she quickly held it there and ended up hitting another button.
As the espresso started to dribble out, Emilia grinned at the success. She unscrewed the lid to her tumbler and caught the shots of coffee before the sweet caffeine hit the floor. Once it stopped, she used the still hot steamer to get the espresso to the right temperature. Luckily, it didn't take too long and she hit the power button on the coffee machine that was clearly marked. The disaster didn't head there, because she ended up dumping the almond milk on the floor and achieved the great feat of putting cinnamon in the sugar shaker instead of her coffee.
After a few pumps of vanilla to her coffee, Emilia made her way out of the kitchens and as far away from the mess she made as possible. Even as she was leaving, she didn't notice that Elvar had made his way into the kitchen and was licking milk off the floor.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2018 5:27:59 GMT -5
Toshiro Hikaru Hamada Son of Tadashi & Honey Lemon
RC carts. Well that explained a lot of Toshi’s questions, and he had already had a good handful of them, so that was impressive. They’d have to race the ferrets in something, RC carts made sense. Yes, now almost all of his questions had been answered.
All except one.
”Why?” Toshi blurted out quickly, unable to stop himself. However he soon recovered and continued on. ”I mean, why are we racing ferrets to begin with? Not that I’m complaining, it actually sounds thrilling, I’m just not sure what got us to this point?” He either explained or asked, though honestly with how unsure he sounded at the end of his sentence, it was hard to tell whether or not he knew what he was talking about or if he was just going along with it for the ride, making it up as he went.
Though honestly, it was probably the latter.
”How did your brilliant mind get to the point where you wanted to race your ferrets in RC carts?” Toshi asked curiously, his brow beginning to furrow together as he thought about it. ”Don’t get me wrong, it sounds incredibly fun and I’m game-“ It had occurred to Toshi that he wasn’t quite as “hip” as he thought he was, adding in slang seemed to make sense to him. ”I just don’t understand how we got to this point to begin with? I keep trying to find a way that you could’ve sat down and thought ‘I want to race ferrets’ and went through with it and I just can’t seem to think of anything,” Toshi finished with a small shrug.
Honoka was creative, he’d give her that. It was just...unexpected, and though it sounded rather fun, Toshi had just that one last question and he desperately needed an answer to.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 18, 2018 17:44:25 GMT -5
Saros Mateo Butterfly Son of Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz
It had actually started as a pretty early morning for Saros, now that he thought about it. He had no idea where Toby and Adrian were, but that was their business, not his. He'd probably check in to make sure Toby wasn't on fire later, and Adrian could probably handle himself. So he took advantage of this silence and alone time the only way a boy truly dedicated to the life of a "normal human student" would.
Not studying or even vaguely attempting to do his homework. He could do that later.
Instead, Simon would find his older brother hanging upside down off the side of his bed, absorbed in a video game.
Well, at least until Dad's Super Awesome Breakfast Burritos were mentioned. They weren't just any breakfast burritos.
"Alright!" Saros cheered, tossing the controller in the air. He had meant for the controller to land on his bed. It did not. It crashed right back onto his face because someone failed to throw it away and up. The boy princess gave a yelp, crashing to the floor.
But his head trauma didn't matter, it was burrito time. Saros righted himself, reaching for a burrito and some soda. "You're the best, Simon, I've been wanting one of these for ages!" Okay so maybe for like the past three days, since the last time he had one, but that wasn't the point. "Have you gotten any to Meissa and Stella, yet?" If not, it might be time to hunt down some siblings and remind them that breakfast burritos are
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 13:20:20 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
"Alright...so...check it out, Toshi." Oh great, that meant that the story was going to be even more ridiculous than the actual idea. Honoka patted her cousin's shoulder (something she could actually reach) and started walking, gesturing for him to follow. "Gi and I were playing Mario Kart the other day, yeah? And the ferrets were out and running around - they need their exercise, after all, the vet said that Pocky was getting a little chubby - and Gizmo grabbed one of the controllers and ran off with it."
Okay, so there was part of the context, but the Hamada girl wasn't done just yet. "This began the Great Ferret Chase of 2018, since the little rascals made a game of it, and kept snatching the controllers from us." A grin crossed her face as she recollected this, amused at the memory. Her ferrets had a need for speed too, after all, which was great news.
"So Gi was like, listen to this, she had the idea to let the ferrets race in carts. They wanted to race so badly, so now I've been training them for about a week and a half."
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 13:56:40 GMT -5
Ruslana Fabianna Raizel Foolduke Daughter of Ruberiot and Foolduke
Today had started as a fairly ordinary, almost droll, sort of day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything seemed wonderful. Boring. Auradon was boring to her, really.
She was about to head outside to play, ease that boredom a little, when something else caught her attention. The screams of students.
Now that promised some excitement.
Rushing towards the source of the sound, trusty lute in hand, Ruslana noticed quickly that smoke was filling the air. So it was a fire. Because she had no value for her safety whatsoever, she handed her lute off to a fleeing student with the instructions to "guard it with their lives", and went into the source of the flames.
"Gi? Toby? What even happened?" Normally when Toby was involved, she wouldn't even ask. Word around the school was that the dude was cursed. But she had to know how this came to be.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:19:15 GMT -5
Flash Parr son of dash and fuli
Ughhhhhh.
Ughhh.
Ugh.
This was boring, boring, boring. It was so boring that honestly he was contemplating the logistics of jumping off a building. A twenty story building. Or maybe just jumping off the very top of Auradon Prep. But ugh, logistics. He didn’t want to do that, either. Maybe he would just jump off the building without putting any thought to it. Yeah, that sounded better. He would jump off the building without putting the effort required to think. It would be perfect.
Wait. Whoahhhh, wait.
He was forgetting something.
Crap, what was he forgetting? What was he for-
C r a p.
This was official. Flash Parr was the absolute worst boyfriend in the entire universe of boyfriends. And there were a lot of guys out there that were boyfriends, so he was, like, really low on that list. Maybe he would be a better girlfriend, but he would never be a girlfriend unless something happened, he died, was reincarnated, and came back as a girl. Well, if he was going to jump off a building then that would lead him to his death which would then lead to reincarnation if he was worthy. Would he be worthy? Flash wasn’t so sure on that. Any god or goddess that he would meet in the afterlife probably wouldn’t think he was all that worthy. Sure, he was cool, but not worthy of full on reincarnation. Reincarnation was saved for really cool people like the ones who got picked to go to the Isle for a semester. Now those people were going to be reincarnated when they died.
Focus, Flash.
Right, he had a date to get to. A date that he was already late for.
Picking up the math homework he had the son of Dash and Fuli literally chunked it over onto his bed and rushed over to his dresser without so much as glancing over to make sure his homework had landed in the right place. Opening a dresser drawer he took out a large box full of jellybeans and held tightly onto it. The jellybeans were a very important part of this date. A jellybean date. A good and fun jellybean date with his girlfriend Terra. It was something they did a lot. Sit around, eat jellybeans, figure out which flavor gave him what power, and just have a good time. But right now he was late because he had actually managed to sit down for two whole minutes and work out a math problem for homework that was due tomorrow. The math could wait, he had a date to go to. Hopefully Terra was still there and hadn’t left yet because he hadn’t shown up. Yeah, he had a phone and could text her, but he wasn’t thinking things through right now. Way to go, Flash.
With jellybeans now in tow and destination in mind, Flash left his room and sprinted down the halls, not stopping until he was outside. It was a rather pretty day, sunshine and a mild temperature, but none of that mattered right now. He had told Terra to meet him outside by the big beech tree, and now he was probably twenty minutes late. Even still it was worth a shot to see if she had even stayed around.
”Terra?” He called out as he neared the tree, looking around for the familiar form of Terra. ”You still here? I got distracted.” Man, he really hoped she was still here or else he’d have failed her and their jellybean date.
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Post by . on Nov 22, 2018 23:18:40 GMT -5
Terra June Clayton Daughter of Tarzan and Jane
The daughter of Jane and Tarzan spent a lot of time outside anyway. It only made sense to satisfy her curious and active nature by spending as much time as possible in the outdoors. Sure, she may not be able to go on any huge adventures or quests or become a hero like some Auradon parents were, but she didn't need to be a hero. She was happy to just spend her time outside, whether she was climbing a tree or going for a jog.
Today she was doing both.
She had a date with Flash Parr, but the teenage girl got herself outside long before their date was supposed to start. She wanted to go for a jog before they met up. Now, she knew that Flash was active - probably more active than her - but today was a special day. It was one of their jellybean dates.
Jellybean dates were Terra's favorite dates. They just got to lounge around and have fun, exploring the jellybeans and seeing how they affected her boyfriend. It was a good way to escape their regular lives and she looked forward to every jellybean date. Sure, Flash wasn't perfect, but that's okay. Terra still liked him.
So she'd left quite a bit early for their date and reached the big beech tree much earlier than the time their date was supposed to begin. As expected, Flash wasn't there, but Terra didn't expect him to spend all of his time waiting at their next date destination until she showed up. She reached down to tie her shoe and then started to jog a familiar route that she'd done plenty of times before.
The jog didn't take long and she had taken it easy, so she was able to come back and not be sweaty. It was closer to the time of their date, but not quite there. Looking around, Terra wiped her hands on her pants and then reached up to a low hanging branch. She pulled herself up, testing the strength to make sure she wouldn't fall. Once she was safely on the lowest branch, she got herself to move up one or two branches higher. These ones were still strong enough to hold her, so leaned against the trunk and made herself comfy as she waited for Flash and his jellybeans.
If she was going to be waiting for her boyfriend to come, at least it was a nice day. She leaned her head against the trunk of the tree, an arm wrapped around it to keep herself steady, and looked down to see if she could see Flash's familiar figure coming towards the tree.
Time ticked by with no sign of her boyfriend, and Terra found herself checking her phone more and more often. It wasn't about about twenty minutes after their date was supposed to start (and ten minutes before she was going to call him), that she finally saw and heard the Parr boy's arrival. She stayed silent for a moment as she watched him look for her and heard him call out.
"Flash!" she called from her small perch in the tree. She carefully lowered herself down, using the same path that she'd used to get up there, and then jumped from the lowest branch. She closed the gap between them in a few steps and then gave him a tight hug before pulling away to lean against the tree and cross her arms. She raised an eyebrow slightly.
"You know.... being late only takes time from the jellybean date. I have important places to be," she reminded him. Okay, that was a lie. She actually had nowhere to be and would gladly extend the time of their date if it meant making up for the time he'd lost by not showing up. Buttttttttt she also thought it would be fun to at least give him a hard time. The way her lips twitched as she fought a smile showed that she meant no harm.
Even if Flash was late, she still treasured any moment spent with her boyfriend.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 24, 2018 10:51:29 GMT -5
Flash Parr son of dash and fuli
Terra was gone. She just had to be. She had probably found a better way to spend her time then wait for a boyfriend that was twenty minutes late. That was surely the only thing that had happened. Flash wouldn’t have wanted to wait for himself if he was as late as he was, either. There were so many other things to do other than wait around for somebody who probably wasn’t even about to show up, and he knew Terra had a lot of other things she could be doing other than waiting for him. She could be doing homework - gross - or she could be running around the school, or she could be out watching a movie now, or she could be out swinging in a tree, or, or, or-
”Flash!”
That was his name in the voice of Terra. She was still here?
The son of Dash and Fuli blinked, blue eyes glancing upward until they landed on the form of his girlfriend high up in a perch upon the tree. A smile of reassurance slapped across his face, the guy visibly relaxing when he noticed that his girlfriend hadn’t left. ”Terra! Man, I was worried you’d have left already. I would have,” he admitted with a chuckle to the end of his words as he watched the daughter of Tarzan and Jane gracefully hop down the beech and back onto the firm ground below. Flash wasn’t as good at climbing trees as Jane was, not at all. Cheetahs could climb decently well, but the key word was decent. He had seen his mom climb plenty of trees back in the Pridelands, but he wasn’t even as good as her even when he practiced. He was better at running, better at staying on solid ground and going fast even if his power wasn’t super speed. Well, it could be sometimes, but it wasn’t a constant thing. None of his powers were constant. They all relied on jellybeans and even then after he consumed a jellybean the power was with him for an hour or two. It sucked. It was amusing at times, sure, but it also really sucked. Though Flash had to admit he was glad he didn’t have his cousin’s, Trent, powers. Flash honestly felt bad for the guy. Random jellybean powers was a lot better than whatever Trent had.
But back on the topic at hand.
”Sorry about being late,” he began, looking from Terra to the ground as another wave of guilt washed over him. He should have been paying attention to the time so then he would have actually met his girlfriend at the time they had agreed on. He was about to go on and apologize all over again when Terra came over and wrapped her arms around his slender form in a hug. That right there eased all his worries that she was mad or disappointed him him and he melted into the touch, returning the gesture. Terra wasn’t mad at him. This was good. This was very good. He would still have a girlfriend even after his mess up. Man, he’d be disappointed if Terra broke up with him. Probably mope around for a few weeks, too. She was an amazing girl and could keep up with his high energy. There were a few other people around Auradon Prep like that too, but none of them was as amazing and cool and cute as Terra.
Now knowing that his girlfriend wasn’t actually frustrated or mad at him, he couldn’t help but laugh at her last statement. ”I know, I know, but surely you can cancel all your other plans to eat jellybeans,” he teased. If Terra really did have other things to do later today then Flash would totally let her go on and handle whatever she needed to do, but if not then surely they could still have a pretty fun time together eating the jellybeans that he had brought. Besides, what else was as fun as eating jellybeans to see what power they have somebody? Yeah, nothing, that’s what.
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Post by . on Nov 24, 2018 15:33:17 GMT -5
Terra June Clayton Daughter of Tarzan and Jane
Terra would never abandon Flash. Sure, he had his flaws and it wasn't exactly fun to wait for him and worry that something bad had happened to her boyfriend or he'd changed his mind about their jellybean date. Still, seeing him caused her lips to form a smile and her heart to speed up. His appearance always did that to her. Flash was a good guy. Sure, there were other good Auradon guys, but she was sure her cheetah boyfriend was the best of them.
Flash was a good guy... one that definitely didnt get enough credit. Sure, he was weird - even she'd admit that - but that didn't matter. He was adorable and loving and one of the highest energy Auradon kids she knew. She loved it.
Sure, she had plenty of stuff to do. She had homework that needed to get done and other friends that wanted to hang out with her, but Flash was her favorite part of the day. She'd much rather hang out with him and see what powers he gained from the different jellybeans. Sure, his powers may not be the most convenient, but she was always amused by the way jellybeans controlled his powers and what he could do. It was definitely more interesting than the kids who had actual normal powers from their parents.
Of course, she knew her boyfriend wasn't quite as good as climbing trees as she was, but that didn't bother her. She loved being up in trees, whether she was trying to mess with Flash or just relaxing. Even now, there was a small smirk on her lips as she looked at her earthbound boyfriend. She couldn't run as fast as him... especially when he ate the speed jellybeans. Then she'd always be left in the dust. But luckily his powers didn't make him any better than her and he still seemed to stick with his completely human girlfriend.
She loved him for that.
As the daughter of Tarzan and Jane gracefully hit the ground, she looked over at Flash, admiring her boyfriend with a small smile. Sure, they were a bit of an odd pair but she didn't mind what others thought about their relationship as long as she and Flash were both happy. Right now, she was very happy. She chuckled as she listened to him speak. "Well, I'm here still so..." she trailed off a bit and then chuckled. "You know, it makes me sound really lame to say that I didn't have anything better to do, so I'm just going to say that I'm still here because I was just dying to see my super powered jellybean eating cheetah boyfriend," she teased, finally releasing him from the warm hug. She could see how he'd visibly relaxed and smiled when he realized she was still there and she loved it.
When he apologized for being late, Terra gave a small shrug. "Hey, you're here now," she pointed out with a soft smile as she lifted a hand to rub his arm comfortingly.
But when he said she could cancel her plans, her hand fell to her side and she raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm... I'm not sure... they'll be hard to cancel, Flashy. These are some important plans," she said with a teasing tone. Sure, she forgave Flash and had nothing to do, but she was still going to give her boyfriend a hard time. It was hard not to when he already felt bad about being late to their date.
"Now... let's get these jellybeans going," she said, reaching for his container of jellybeans. She couldn't wait to see what they discovered today.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 24, 2018 16:33:59 GMT -5
Flash Parr son of dash and fuli
Now that he wasn't worried anymore about Terra being angry or something for him being late, Flash was able to fully relax and calm down whatever anxieties he had about the fact that he had been late. Everything was okay, nothing was wrong. And that was good. This was good. Man, sometimes having a girlfriend could be stressful - he had never had one before, so this was all brand new to him, being with Terra. They hadn't been dating for too long, either, so he was still very new to all of this. It was a bit weird, trying to adjust to actually being more than a friend to somebody, but this was okay. He liked it. He liked new things. And it was nice to be trying all of this with Terra. There wasn't anybody else he would rather figure this out with than her. At least she didn't hate him for making mistakes, and he made a lot of those.
Flash couldn't stop himself when a chuckle slipped from his lips. He reached out with his fist and playfully bumped her with it against her upper arm. "Nah, you couldn't be lame even if you really didn't have anything better to do. I don't think you could ever be lame." Nah, there was no way Terra was lame. "The only way you'd be lame is if...if you were a Bête or something. Now that's lame." It wasn't until those words slipped from his tongue that he looked around to make sure none of the Auradonian king's kids were around, or even close to be in ear shot. He would for sure be in a ton of trouble if one of the Beast's kids heard him say that, and he'd be in even more trouble if the King himself found out about his opinions on the most royal of royal families in Auradon. Flash wasn't sure what exactly would happen, but he knew it wouldn't be good. Especially if he was caught saying that with Bella around. Just thinking about her made him feel sick to his stomach. He had been lucky enough so far to not have to interact with her for any longer than maybe five seconds, but Flash had heard enough horror stories about that he wanted to stay as far away as possible from that particular Bête.
Anyway. Enough thinking about the Bêtes, more thinking about why he was here.
With the date still happening Flash turned his attention back to the jellybeans. He let Terra take them, yet kept his blue gaze on the container as his girlfriend took them into her hands. "Okay so," he started as he took a seat on the grass, crossing his legs while his foot was already beginning to tap against the ground like he wanted to dart up off the ground already. "I had this idea, so hear me out." He glance up at Terra. "Instead of eating one jelly bean at a time, what if I took a whole mouthful to see what would happen?" This had been a thought of his for a while now, wondering what would happen if he took more than one jelly bean at a time. Which, he had done before, but he wasn't sure if anything had actually happened or if that out of body experience he had where he blacked out for about an hour was a result from the multiple jelly beans at a time. "Would everything cancel out, would I get every power at the same time, what would happen?" He shook his head at the thought of all the possibilities, honestly curious about what would happen. And what better time and place to try this out than with Terra right now. If he didn't do this now the chance may never arise again, so to Flash this experiment with his powers was more than just important, it could be life changing.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 25, 2018 0:30:10 GMT -5
Sjurd Buckwheat son of sven and mena
Sjurd Moki Buckwheat. That was a name that was going to be heard about for generations upon generations, he just knew it. No, he was going to be heard about beyond just generation upon generation. His name was going to be such an established name that even the stories passed down from parent to child would never forget his name. He would become a common household name, a common household story told for all to hear. Forget Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Cupid, Donner and Blitzen. Forget Rudolph even, that red-nosed reindeer was about to be replaced by a normal-nosed reindeer that could carry presents to every corner of Auradon without a problem no matter the level of fog. Little kids would end up singing cheerful songs about him every winter season because of his amazing accomplishments. He wasn’t exactly sure what sort of melody or tune his name would fit with, but he already knew his song was going to be better than Rudolph’s. Maybe it would be sung with some cool jazz beat to it or something. Or maybe it would have a more natural sound to it, like reed pipes or something. That would be cool. Maybe even a hip hop beat to it? Nah, he liked the reed pipe idea. People would totally dig that. Yeah, reed pipe music, that’s what his song was going to have for its little jingle.
These were the sort of thoughts that were going through the reindeer boy’s mind as he was quite literally dragging a sleigh behind him. It wasn’t the best looking sleigh, a bit rickety and not all that embellished, but it was a work in progress still. Sjurd planned on making the sleigh as decked out as realistically possible. But before he could make it all amazing and awesome he had to make sure the sleigh actually worked the way it was supposed to. If it didn’t work then he could fix it up, make it better, then try it out again until it finally worked like it was supposed to. Once it was all set and ready to go he could decorate it. He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to decorate it, but he had a few ideas. Lots of bells and tinsel and everything that was needed for an amazing reindeer sleigh.
As he was pulling this sleigh behind him - and yes, he had on the whole get up with reigns strapped around him and everything - Sjurd turned, looking over to where one of his best friends should be standing. He wasn’t doing this alone, oh no, he had the help and support of Anneli Arendelle-Bjorgman. He had practically forced her to come along with him so he could try out this sleigh. He was sure she didn’t mind, she was one of his best friends and would totally tell him if she didn’t want to do this, right?
Shaking his head, Sjurd raised a hand in a wave before calling out, ”Hey, Anneli! How’s it looking?” Since she could see what it looked like when he was driving it around she would have the better opinion of them. If something was messed up on the sleigh then surely she’d notice it and tell him so they could then fix it right up. The reindeer was sure that even Anneli wanted this sleigh to be perfect because without a perfect sleigh how else was he going to get his amazing jingle that kids sang? Yeah, there was no other way, and he was positive that his friend would never try and ruin his chances at getting his amazing jingle.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 25, 2018 21:28:17 GMT -5
Anneli Kaisa Arendelle-Bjorgman Daughter of Anna and Kristoff
When Sjurd came rolling up to her dragging a sleigh, Anneli was...hardly surprised. She liked to think life was full of adventures and surprises, but honestly, this wasn't one of them. Maybe she should be more surprised? Nah, surprise was for friends that were way less likely to stroll up in a sleigh, or her siblings. If Kingston, Annie, or Emilia came rolling up with a harness on and pulling a vehicle meant for a fat Christmas wizard, she figured she'd be a lot more concerned.
With Sjurd, though, it was totally normal and reasonable.
After all, he was a reindeer, right? This was normal and okay, and she was all for it. Sjurd had been talking about making his own sleigh for ages now, and mostly, she was just thrilled that it came out looking so well.
"It's looking great, Sjurd!" After this enthusiastic judgment, another idea came to her. "Maybe we should test and see how it holds people? After all, if you wanna carry Santa in it, we have to make sure, right?" Meaning she wanted to ride on the sleigh because let's be real. It looked pretty cool, and riding on sleighs were always fun. And what kind of best friend would she be if she left an untested sleigh to her reindeer buddy?
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 25, 2018 23:08:39 GMT -5
Sjurd Buckwheat son of sven and mena
Maybe before strolling up and asking Anneli to look at his sleigh he should have made sure his friend wasn't busy with something important already. The thought of her doing something that was more relevant to the world than checking out a handmade sleigh hadn't even crossed Sjurd's mind. He had just been too excited over the fact that he had finally finished this without ruining the surprise. He hadn't wanted to tell his friends about the sleigh until it was finished, but he had almost slipped up in his excitement so many times because he had wanted them to know the moment he started working on it. But somehow he had managed to keep it a secret and he could now properly show it off to his friends. Anneli had just so happened been the first person he had been able to scout out and find so she was now the one that was being subjected to this sleigh excitement firsthand.
As soon as he spotted the familiar face of Anneli a large smile pulled at his lips. "It looks good, yeah?" He wasn't one to brag about his handiwork or anything like that, but seriously, this sleigh looked amazing. Seriously, it looked professionally done. All it was missing was the finishing touchings like being painted and the decorations. Once that was complete this thing would be beyond perfect and ready to go. If it held up, that is. Just because it looked amazing didn't mean it served its rightful purpose. Before it could be deemed ready for Christmas present deliveries it had to go through a few trial runs. And who better than to test this sleigh out than Anneli? Okay, it would be fun if everybody else was also here - Annie, Kingston, and Emilia - but this was okay. As long as one of them was around to witness the sleigh's first trial run then Sjurd could live with it. He would show the others later anyway, they weren't getting out of seeing this amazing creation even if that meant Sjurd had to pick them up and force carry them outside to look at what he had been working on for quite some time now.
Testing it out was exactly what he wanted.
With an enthusiastic hop to his steps, Sjurd motioned for Anneli to come on over so she could hop into the sleigh. "We've totally gotta test it out with somebody in it. You wanna be the first to have a go?" He asked, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he spoke in a tone that suggested there was more than just Anneli and him around right now. "You might have to fight for a spot on the first ride. Everybody else seems to be dying to get in and become the first Santa on this sleigh," the reindeer joked, laughter rolling off his tongue. A sleigh, sharing his creation off, and joking around. Sjurd could already tell this was going to be an amazing and fun time.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 27, 2018 13:10:13 GMT -5
Ramona Blanchefleur Bong Daughter of Bing Bong & Rainbow Unicorn
”The cold wept tears of fire, my heart burning with this new found desire,” Annie’s monotone voice spoke volumes that most just couldn’t understand as she read off the paper in her hand. ”Harsh winds blowing away a raging storm in my kingdom of isolation, all that was left...” Annalise paused again, letting the silence sit in the wake of her words before she finally continued. ”Is this numb desolation.”
The paper flew out of Annalise’s hand, drifting slowly to the ground as it landed gently on the carpet.
As soon as the paper had made it’s landing, loud clapping erupted in the room. Ramona clapping her hands excitedly at Annalise. ”Wow! That was truly amazing, Annie, you really have a way with words,“ she cheered with a bright smile as she looked over at the other girl.
Annie shrugged in response, kneeling down to pick the paper back up, dust it off, and go back down to her seat. ”It was nothing, really,”Annalise objected, though her aloof attitude didn’t fool Ramona, she could see the faint smile inching up the corner of the princess’s lips. It was subtle, but it was enough for Ramona to know that Annie was happy that someone enjoyed her poetry, and honestly, why wouldn’t she?
It wasn’t hard for Ramona to tell that despite her monotone way of reading the words she had written, and the casual nature she held when talking about it, Annie cared quite deeply for her poetry. Which was probably why the other girl didn’t share it with that many others. It was a sensitive thing, and some might think of it as silly or stupid. Most people just didn’t understand that poetry was one of many ways to share a piece of your soul with others.
What about yours?” Annalise questioned, putting an end to the silence that had quickly taken over the room. ”Where’s your new poem?” The second daughter of Anna and Kristoff asked as she looked over to Ramona with those poor, bloodshot, tired eyes of her. The poor girl really could use more sleep, couldn’t she?
Not that Ramona could say anything, that would be hypocritical of her, considering her own irregular sleeping schedule.
”Oh, right! I have it right here,” Ramona explained, pulling forth a neatly folded origami swan. Quickly Ramona stood up and made her way to the window, clearing her throat as she looked down to read her poem...the only problem with that though, was that her poem was currently folded into a paper swan. “Just...just give me a second,“ Ramona said, glancing up at Annie for a second to see the girl shrug casually in response.
How did she fold this in the first place? Well, she knew how she had done that, she had the folds memorized and had often decorated her room with little origami swans - as well as an assortment of other animals - however following the steps backwards was a little bit harder than it looked. ”No wait, that can’t be right...” Ramona muttered quietly as she fiddled with the paper a little longer, trying to untangle the swan she had created.
Maybe this hadn’t been one of her smartest moves.
”Hmm, no, I just folded it more there,” she continued, playing with the swan in her hand, though nothing she seemed to do was working, she just couldn’t unfold the masterpiece behind the beautifully folded and creased swan. ”Probably shouldn’t have uh...done this...” Ramona muttered, casting another glance over at Annie to make sure the other girl wasn’t growing annoyed at how long it was talking Ramona to unfold a simple folded swan.
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Oh, who was she kidding? Nothing about Jeff the origami poem swan was simple. She was a delicate, beautiful, complicated creation and if it wasn’t for the fact that Ramona had to undo everything she had just created, she’d have kept Jeff just the way she was, and found a place worthy of the swan to put her.
However she couldn’t do that, she needed the poem hidden within the swan - which was kind of poetic in itself, there had to be some sort of worthwhile analogy there - and so, as sad as it was, Jeff had to go.
Sadly, Ramona must’ve gotten a little careless in her struggle to de-swanify the paper, for all at once the crinkling and folding came to a stop as a loud rip echoed in the room and Ramona’s mismatched eyes grew wide. ”Oh no,” she thought to herself, willing herself to look down despite a pit already beginning to fall in her stomach.
She gulped and then forced herself to look down.
Only to immediately wish she hadn’t.
There in her hands was Jeff the origami poem swan, her body sprawled out in a crumpled mess in one hand, while her neck and head laid lifeless in Ramona’s other hand.
She had killed the origami swan.
”I know you had to go, but not like this,” Ramona thought to the swan, slowly beginning to fall to her knees as she looked down at it. ”Never like this.” Ramona carefully curled her fingers over the dead origami swan, bowing her head in shame as locks of cotton candy colored rainbow hair fell into her face. ”I’m sorry, child, your mother is a murderer.”
With her head bowed down, body fallen to the floor, and hair hiding her face, it was easy for Ramona to temporarily forget that she wasn’t alone, and soon her eyes grew wet as they threatened to leak a few tears. Ramona sniffled, wiping away any moisture that had threatened to fall from her eyes as she stood up, turning away from Annie to face the window in her room.
Placing Jeff aside, Ramona reached for the window and thrust it open, closing her eyes for a moment to let the wind from outside hit her face as she breathed in the fresh air - actually it smelt ever so slightly of smoke, hopefully there wasn’t a fire somewhere - from outside.
Staying there for only a moment longer, Ramona waited a second before a sigh fell from her lips and she turned away, fluttering open her eyes to stare down at the lifeless body of her origami swan daughter.
Carefully, Ramona lifted Jeff’s body and head into her hands, lifting them up to the window. ”Goodbye Jeff, you will be missed, I hope you find your way to your happily ever afterlife,”Ramona whispered to the folded paper, pausing for a moment or so before she quickly added:”Also, I’m sorry for murdering you, I hope you can forgive me in the future,” she continued before taking a breath and blowing it out, causing the torn up swan to lift off her hands and into the air, drifting through the sky as it took off like the true swan that it was.
As Jeff’s torn apart paper body flew through the sky, Ramona stuck her head out of the window to watch, hands placed on the windowsill, eyes locked onto Jeff’s body as the wind carried her hair in the breeze. Soon, Jeff’s tiny paper body and head drifted out of sight. ”Goodbye, Jeff,” Ramona whispered into the wind, sticking her hand out the window as if to reach out after the paper swan.
Hopefully the wind would carry Jeff to wherever it was she needed to go, to her happily ever afterlife. Maybe Jeff would find a handsome swan in the afterlife. Or maybe Jeff was more into other girl swans, or some other sort of origami animal...like a lion, or maybe Jeff didn’t like anyone like that at all and that was okay, all Ramona wanted for the origami swan was her happiness...even if she had killed her. At least Jeff would be happy in heaven...was there an origami heaven? Ramona sure hoped so, origami deserved a good place to go after it died.
”...So, guess that’s the end of your poem.”
Ramona jumped at the sound of a voice, letting out a rather pathetic sounding yelp as her hands slipped and suddenly she was no longer inside her room, half of her body sticking dramatically out of the window, instead all of her body was outside the window and she was very quickly plummeting to the ground.
It all happened so fast - and was still happening so fast - that Ramona didn’t know what to do. All she knew was that the ground was getting closer very fast and if she didn’t somehow get out of this soon, she’d end up very much like poor Jeff.
Though maybe she should let this happen, clearly this was karma’s way of getting back at her for killing Jeff - not to mention that one time a bee had stung her, dying after - maybe it was just her time to go.
Okay she wasn’t that distraught over Jeff’s death.
With a poof the ground suddenly disappeared.
In fact, everything did.
Within the blink of an eye the world around her faded away. The trees deconstructed leaf by leaf, branch by branch. The building she had once resides in pixelated into dust, and the ground evaporated into mist as Ramona collided with what should have been concrete ground.
Ramona blinked open her eyes, eyelashes fluttering up and down as ease set into the place panic had once been as everything faded into mist, enveloping her in a substance akin to that of a cloud or perhaps even cotton candy, the softness slowing her descent as her feet gently touched the ground to a land impossible to place.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, a river of rainbow leaked from the spot she stood, shooting forward as it expanded in size until finally splitting into two rivers, then four, then eight, then sixteen. The rainbow rivers continued to multiple, each getting smaller and smaller in size, fizzling a little more with each separation until finally the rainbow streams burst into the sky in bright colored fireworks, erupting the space above her in rainbow sparks that lazily drifted to the ground.
Ramona stuck a hand out to catch a few of the sparks, smiling down at them before blowing them away.
The sparks flew away, Ramona’s eyes following them until something else caught her attention.
Swans made entirely out of paper flew down from the sky, landing in front of her. Ramona held eye contact with the creatures for only a moment before one by one, they all opened their paper beaks and spoke a single like of her poem.
”Red like roses, stained by the blood of those who picked them, wilting behind a vibrant smile.”
”Orange like the dawn of a new day, decorated with promise of a better beginning of tomorrow than the end of yesterday.”
”Yellow like happiness, bright and cheerful, drops of sun falling from the sky to shine brightly as people among us.”
”Green like the earth’s, Mother Earth stemming new life into every breath we take,”
Blue like the sky above and the oceans below, massive, forever going, creating a new form of wanderer’s lust.”
”Indigo like creativity and enrichment, soft and dark yet tantalizing of warmth and comfort of which cannot be explained for why cannot say.”
”Violet like plums, of the dusk, spreading onward far beyond our reach and to the stars above, going every little mile.”
When each individual line was said and done, the swans shuffled together to form a circle around Ramona, lifting up their beaks as the next few lines came out together, sounds the swans made blending so perfectly together it was as if they were one voice. Her voice. ”Rainbow like color, like life, like self, alone unique, together even greater.”
As soon as the swans had finished saying what they had come to say, one by one they lifted themselves into the air and took off into the brightly colored sky. First red, then orange, then yellow and green, followed by blue and indigo, and then lastly: violet.
Ramona lifted her head to watch as the swans disappeared from sight in a burst of color. The girl couldn’t help but smile as she watched them go, exhaling softly out of her nose.
Just as the last bird disappeared from sight, a gust of wind hit her in the back, slowly lifting her up into the air after the birds and suddenly it was as if Ramona was walking on air, each step taking her higher and higher up into the pastel pink sky above her, getting ever closer to the puffy pink and blue clouds floating lazily in the sky.
Once she was close enough, Ramona ran her hand through the cloud, letting out a soft giggle as she pulled her hand away only to find it covered in cotton candy, so naturally, Ramona stuck her hand in her mouth to get rid of the cotton candy.
Taking her hand out of her mouth, Ramona turned with the wind to face the clearing she had found herself in, wisps of cotton candy clouds dancing down from the sky and landing on the ground, and with a poof each wisp of cloud shifted into a sheep of the same color. Though of course these sheep were bipedal once they landed, each one wrapping their arms around the others as they began to dance.
Ramona let out another soft giggle, stepping down as cloud made steps materialized underneath her feet with each step that she took until Ramona found herself back on the ground, watching the bright colored sheep tap their hooves and dance in a large, wide circle around Ramona, some of them making silly faces at her, while others tipped their top hats to her.
Their silly behavior was contagious and Ramona soon found herself laughing along with them.
Soon one of the sheep - a light green one - stepped out of the circle and approached her. He tipped his hat to her and silently asked to dance.
Well how was she supposed to say no to a dancing sheep?
So she began to dance with the sheep, switching off partners as more of the sheep began to join in until what had once been a circle of tap dancing sheep was now a ballroom full of dancing fit for a royal ball, even if all but one of the guests were sheep.
Though, if they were at a ball, they really should be dressed appropriately.
Just like that, the sheep began to poof again, one by one they each donned on either a suit or a dress - or perhaps even a mixture of the two - as they danced. Birds flew down from the sky, their beaks and feather transforming into wondrous instruments as they began to play.
Finally the sheep in front of her poofed and soon wore a brilliant looking tux.
Ramona let out a giggle and with a poof of her own - rainbow colored of course - her regular outfit switched places with a much more elegant ballgown. Suddenly the pink overall shorts and neon yellow leg warmers were replaced by a long, flowing ballgown with colorful, mismatched ruffles going all the way down from the waist to the floor. With the waist up being a bright cream color with flowers going up the side in a crisscross pattern. A light, pastel pink scarf made out of petals accompanied it, hanging loosely off her neck and flowing behind her all on it’s own.
Her hair was put up, loose rainbow colored curls cascading down the sides of her face while the rest of it resting high up in a beautifully woven bun on top of her head. Truly an outfit fit for a ball.
Wait, not yet.
With another poof, a purple elephant masquerade mask found it’s way into her hand.
There, now she was ready for a dance.
Taking a bow, Ramona looked up to face her partner, every sheep now getting a mask of their own as they began to dance.
As the song continued on, so did the dancing, and with every spin of the sheep - and Ramona - the walls around them began to build up, a beautiful crystal dome inching up from the ground and growing taller and thicker with every single spin in the song.
Soon enough, the entire ballroom was covered all the way up in the crystallized dome, the light shining through creating spots on the ground, each of a different shade of pink, purple, and yellow. A slow hum beginning to arise as background noise, growing louder and quicker with every passing second until finally the stinger of a bee burst through the crystal dome, and following it came an army of large, angry looking bees.
The sheep gasped and some screamed as they ran for the walls of the dome for protection, none wishing to be stung by the monster bees.
Ramona stayed where she was as the sheep ran. Even her dancing partner soon left her behind, each of the sheep pressed up to the walls of the dome, cowering in fear as the bees hovered menacingly above them, Ramona standing in the middle of the ballroom.
She tilted her head to the side, mask slipping out of her hand as she studied the bees for a moment or so as they began to lower themselves to the floor until each bee hovered only an inch or so above the ground. The sheep baaed out to her, letting out small gasps and screams as they clung to the walls.
Ramona ignored them, instead she focused on the bees.
One bee in particular stood out to her, he looked almost familiar to her, though she couldn’t quite place where.
The bee hummed something at her that she couldn’t quite understand, as if he was accusing her of something. Though Ramona couldn’t imagine what. She hadn’t done anything wrong here. Surely he had to understand that.
The bee let out another angry sounding noise, pointing his stinger right at Ramona.
Ramona looked at the stinger for a moment, reaching out a hand to very lightly touch it. The bee flinched for a second or so before he seemed to calm down at the touch. A light emitting from it as the rest of the bees slowed, each one growing calmer and calmer with each passing second.
That alone seemed to be enough for the sheep to creep away from the walls and stop quivering in fear, soon enough the bees had donned on their own ballgowns and suits, joining in with the dancing as the whole in the dome began to fix itself. Even the main bee seemed to calm down a little, lulled to peace by the music.
Or so Ramona thought.
In a burst of energy, the bee seemed to snap out of it and charged at Ramona, stopping barely an inch away from her ”Snap out of it!” The bee shouted at her, voice loud and jarring, misplaced among the calming music and peaceful lull of the setting.
It was quite unnerving.
Ramona shook her head, eyes shutting tightly as she took a few steps back, almost losing her balance.
She must’ve just misheard. The bee wasn’t really there. He couldn’t be. It didn’t fit, and everything fit here.
Having calmed herself down, Ramona blinked open her eyes once again, adjusting to the sudden light as she looked around to find perfectly dressed bees and sheep dancing to the music as if nothing had happened, everything just as it should be.
Ramona smiled, walking over to take a partner and continue dancing.
At first she danced with a sheep, then the partners switched and she found herself in the company of a bee.
One that once again, looked eerily familiar.
Ramona blinked as she looked at the bee, swaying back and forth with it as they danced, Ramona trying to figure this bee out. Though perhaps she was just being paranoid, after all, this bee seemed plenty nice.
They’d be switching partners again soon, and she’d be dancing with a sheep before she knew it, however just as Ramona got ready to switch partners again, the bee spoke up.
”Don’t trust the sheep.”
Just like that, they switched.
Ramona’s eyelids fluttered up and down, too startled to respond as she turned to face her new partner, a pink sheep with a lovely gown on and for just a second Ramona backed up.
The sheep smiled at her, offering it’s hoof to her.
Ramona blinked, looking down at the hoof for a moment before she looked back up to the smiling sheep. She shook her head slightly, smiling in return as she took the offered hoof and began to dance with her partner.
Just as she was beginning to grow comfortable again, the partners switched and once again Ramona found herself in the presence of a bee, and once again...
He looked very familiar.
The two danced for awhile, Ramona watching him closely.
The song began to pick up, getting faster and faster, it wouldn’t be long until the partners switched again.
”This isn’t real.”
Just like that, the partners switched once again before Ramona got a chance to question the bee.
This time, however, her next partner was another bee, one that looked identical to the last. Ramona’s eyes widened and she quickly looked back to check if her old partner was still there.
He was, and this time he was dancing with a sheep that didn’t seem all too pleased to be dancing with a bee.
”You have to go back,” her current partner spoke up tartly, causing Ramona to look back to him.
”What?” Ramona questioned lightly, unsure if she had heard him right.
The bee responded by repeating his previous words. ”You have to go back,” he told her and Ramona tipped her head to the side, her brows furrowing together in confusion.
”To where?”
Just like that the bee jabbed his stinger into the ground, causing a ripple effect throughout the entire floor inside the dome until the golden brown marble disappeared to reveal a clear glass floor giving way to a school building bustling with life.
Ramona didn’t need the bee to give another answer.
”Auradon-“
”Reality,” the bee cut her off, detaching himself from his stinger as he looked at her. ”That’s reality, and you have to go back to it, you can’t stay here forever,” he explained to her, even offering Ramona a small, half smile.
Ramona looked at him for a few moments, memory of reality slowly leaking back into her mind, all the way up to her latest tumble out a window. ”Who are you?” she questioned, only managing to get those few words out.
The bee smirked at her. ”You ask me that every time, I’m Marville Buckwheat, I’m the bee that stung you,” he started to explain as he fell to the floor. ”You created me to pull you back to reality whenever you fell too far-“ Marville paused for a second smirking as he continued to fall to the floor. ”Think of me as your imaginary frien-“
”Partner switch,” Marville was cut off by a rather large, angry looking pastel blue sheep.
A sudden burst of unrest erupted within Ramona’s stomach as she looked at the sheep, every bone in her body urging her to run. But she couldn’t just leave Marville here, so instead Ramona let instinct take over as she lunged forward and pulled the stinger out of the ground, the ripples fading away until the floor was once again made out of marble.
Ramona pointed the stinger at the sheep, waving it around in front of him. ”Not so fast, Sheep, if that is your real name...” She growled out softly, daring the sheep to come any closer.
Which he seemed to have no problem with, for with one whack of his large arm, the stinger flew out of her hand and landed on the ground a few feet away. Ramona watched it for a second before getting into a defensive position in front of Marville, unwavering in her stance.
”No! Grab the stinger, it’s your only way back!” Marville shouted sternly at her, causing Ramona to flinch slightly.
”But what about you?” She asked, dodging an attack from the large blue sheep before turning to look at the fallen bee as his colors began to fade into a soft yet dark gray.
He smiled at her, the light fading out of his eyes. ”I’ll be alright, I always am, now hurry!” He urged quickly, gesturing with his wings for her to go.
Ramona nodded, her head sharply twisting as she looked for the stinger, her eyes finally locking onto it the same time a couple of sheep’s eyes landed on her. Taking a deep breath, Ramona shot forward, reaching for the stinger just as the sheep began to charge at her.
She grabbed the stinger just in time and plunged it into the ground as fast as she could.
Just then the ground began to crumble beneath her feet, the sheep falling down into the chasm that had formed the moment the stinger stung the ground. Ramona closed her eyes as the world around her began to fall apart, gripping as tightly as possible to the stinger as if it might save her from the inevitable death awaiting everyone in this world.
Then suddenly the noises began to fade, drifting away until she couldn’t hear anything at all, and for a few short moments there was nothing.
No sound, no sights, nothing.
Then even that began to change as a breeze whisked passed her and the faint sound of birds chirping in the distance could be heard.
Ramona blinked open her eyes again once she realized she wasn’t dead, just beginning to materialize again after her little trip down the metaphorical rabbit hole to Imaginary land. The girl looked down at her hand as it became firm, no longer luminescent like it had been before. It was...real.
She was real.
As the weight of that finally washed over her, Ramona let out a hefty sigh followed by a relieved chuckle as she fell to the ground, luckily landing in a bush as she spread her arms out, gripping some of the leaves from the bush.
She smiled up at the sky.
Blue, vibrant, real.
For a moment there, all Ramona did was rest in the bushes, small chuckles of relief coming over her in waves, her chest rising and falling with each chuckle.
Finally she brought a hand up to her forehead, brushing some of her hair out of her face.”Oh boy, that one had been a doozy,” Ramona spoke softly as she thought back to her most recent trip to Imaginary land. That had definitely been a bad one, but at least Marville was there to pull her out of it. He might not exactly be real, but he was probably the closest thing Ramona would ever get to a familiar.
”Those sheep though...”Ramona muttered under her breath as she sat up, rubbing her forehead. ”I gotta watch out for those sheep,” always watch out for the sheep. She knew this already. Though of course, the sheep’s forgetfulness was very contagious, it was always hard to remember how tricky those sheep were when she was around them.
Ramona inhaled, looking around at the all too real world before she exhaled, repeating the process a few times before a few loose chuckles escaped her again and she once again collapsed into the pile of bushes. ”What a day,” she mused out loud, smile slowly fading from her face as everything once again washed over her.
Soon that smile was replaced with a growing frown the longer the thoughts lingered in her mind.
”What a day indeed...” Ramona muttered softly under her breath, that slight unease creeping back into her stomach all over again.
She really had to get those sheep under control.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 27, 2018 15:05:55 GMT -5
Gabriella Jabberjaws daughter of gazelle and louis
Everything went downhill the moment she had woken up that day.
First she hadn’t been able to get her hair to work with her. The wavy caramel brown locks had a mind of their own and would not untangle, especially at the ends of her hair. It looked wild and tangled, a disastrous mess. Her hair had been tangled and all puffed out like she was some sort of lion, and sure, she was an animal, but she wasn’t a lion. No, no, she didn’t look like some sort of lion. She looked like one of those beasts she had heard her dad talk about from time to time, the wild creatures that lurked in the shadows of the bayou from where her father came from. What were they called again? Her dad had described them to her before, tall and hairy with the features of a human merged into that of a wolf. They were like werewolves, but not really. What was it? What was it?
A rougarou.
She was a rougarou. Oh god did this mean she was going to have to go around and drink blood for one hundred and one days and then transfer the curse to somebody else? Could she even survive as a disgusting, hairy creature for over three months? The blood eating part she could do, she was half alligator, but looking like some man-wolf with disastrous hygiene? No. There was no way that Gabriella Jabberjaws was going to go around looking like some mangy wolf-man for a little over three months. She couldn’t do it. She would miss her good looks. She would much rather have somebody slaughter her before she turned into some disgusting swamp monster. But she wasn’t going to settle for just any kind of death, no, she wanted to go out in style. Maybe it would be some sort of dance of death style. She’d pick out a victim and in her attempt to suck their blood the victim would counterattack. This would put them into a lethally beautiful tango of life and death where only one would come out victorious. Gabby would play her cards right, would show that she wasn’t weak, but all the while there would be that thought in the back of her mind that she couldn’t live that this forever and needed somebody to take her down. Eventually she would give up and her partner, who would totally be some extremely hot woman with a gleam of bloodlust in her eyes, would press their foreheads together. Gabby would stare deeply into her eyes and then, clutching her gorgeous murderer by the arms, would feel the horrendous pain as a knife, sharp and deadly, was plunged deep into her chest and straight into her rougarou heart. There she would fall limp and, still in the arms of her lovely murderer, die with a smile on her face.
Her rougarou death aside and after having managed to give up on her hair and simply put it up into a somewhat messy ponytail, the second thing to have gone disastrously wrong was when the English teacher had given back tests. Gabby had been so sure she had passed considering she was fluent in English and it was her native tongue. Why would she fail anything English related? She was a natural at it. Yet when she received the test back and saw the grade that had been given to her, a 51, Gabby couldn’t help but scream so loudly in her mind that she made herself jump, hit her knee against the bottom of her desk, and then lay her head against the desk in an attempt to hide that tears had been forming in her eyes.
Then, the third thing that went wrong had been lunch. She had been taking her food back to where she had planned to sit when the gazelle-alligator somehow managed to mess up and trip over her own two feet. With a started yelp she had face-planted straight into her food which was then a mess all on its own with it now covering her face and clothes. Without having even thought about it Gabby had taken off back to her room, tears threatening to fall from her yellow eyes all over again.
And then, and then, to top it all off, once she had cleaned herself up and managed to put on a new outfit, Gabby had checked herself out in the mirror only to see what could only be described as the end of her life.
Smack dab in the middle of her forehead was a zit trying to form.
Was it too late to take back what she had said about being a hairy man-wolf? That would be so much better than having a zit right now.
A groan of defeat that turned into a literal scream came from the daughter of Gazelle and Louis. She had no idea what she had done to deserve this day, but apparently she had done something completely terrible and now karma was just coming to bite her right in the butt. She hadn’t had a zit in so long. There had been the initial break out of zits during her pre-teen years as expected, but after that she had somehow been blessed with decent skin that enjoyed being smooth rather than dotted up with bumps. Yet now here one was, already looking red and angry and ready to literally destroy her life and take every one of her hopes and dreams with it.
Wait. If she was getting a zit did that mean there was going to be more? Did this thing bring its friends? What if she was going through puberty again? She couldn’t do that. How many nights had she stayed up because her body was against her and had made her stay up until five in the morning all the while sobbing into a container of chocolate ice cream because she had talked to a cute girl and messed up and said her name was Gabe and not Gabby? Too many times and she couldn’t do that again. She didn’t want to do that again. She couldn’t afford to do that again. But now if she was going through a second puberty that meant it would be while she was here in Auradon Prep, not back home. That meant everybody was going to witness her slowly wither away into a crying blob of alligator-gazelle. Everybody was about to watch the downfall of Gabriella Jabberjaws and she hated it. Maybe she just needed to actually turn into a man-wolf. At least then she’d die in the embrace of an attractive woman and not die because she had been curled up in a box outside because of some zit on her face.
Between already being on edge and internally freaking out about her appearance, the moment that she had walked away from her vanity mirror and had managed to knock over a glass bottle of her perfume did it in for her.
The initial sound caused her to jump forward, a yelp leaving her lips. Gabby managed to land back on her feet, but her ankle twisted out from underneath her and she fell into a cloud of way too strong smelling strawberry perfume. A choked sob escaped the girl and she just lay there, defeated and ready to die. After a good minute or two of laying there in despair, Gabby pushed herself back to her feet, wincing as she applied pressure on her twisted foot. It wasn’t too bad, but the pain was still there and she didn’t want to put all of her weight on it when she walked if she didn’t have to.
So with a broken spirit and a twisted ankle, Gabby hobbled over toward her window, opened it up, and took in a deep breath. Today was going terrible and she wanted to die, so why not just make a quick trip to outside via a window fall? Now Gabby didn’t really want to die, she wasn’t that desperate, but she knew that with her luck today she would attempt to get herself out of her misery and, instead, karma would tell her no and keep her alive. So falling out a window wouldn’t kill her. Not today. Besides, why not top this disaster of a day off with a window fall?
Pushing herself up Gabby wasted no time in getting herself into position. She looked out, steeled herself, and without a second thought pushed herself on out.
Gabby had been sure that falling would be a peaceful sensation, but in reality, it was probably the most chaotic thing she had ever experienced.
Now her room wasn’t on a very high floor, but there was still a few rooms below hers which made the fall at least dangerous enough to break a bone or two if she fell full force into the ground below. Her mind seemed to register his right as she felt her heart rise up into her throat as a terrified scream slipped from her lips. Before she knew it animal instinct took over and she clawed at the walls of Auradon Prep frantically as if she could just get a grip and hold on for dear life until somebody came to rescue her.
Surprise rolled over her when she managed to actually grab ahold of a window outcrop, claws digging into the precipice with all she had.
Claws.
Even in her terror she noticed that her arms were no longer human, but instead covered in an odd mixture of brown fur and green-brown scales. She could tell that a part of her was still human in nature, meaning she hadn’t completely beasted out, had only slipped into her form that was more suitable for when she was in Zootopia. Okay, she could deal with this. If she was only semi-beasted out she could still call out for somebody to help her.
Still hanging on, Gabby swung her legs forward until she heard hooves scrape against the wall. Her thick alligator tail swung back and forth wildly as she attempted to keep balance with it. She took a deep breath. Okay, okay, she could do this. All she had to do was hold on for a while longer until somebody heard her or saw her and came to her rescue. Now somewhat starting to calm down, she was able to call out a quick, ”Help!” Hopefully somebody was nearby and could help get her down. She really didn’t want to be stuck to a wall for the rest of her life.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 28, 2018 3:45:17 GMT -5
Ramona Blanchefleur Bong Daughter of Bing Bong & Rainbow Unicorn
A scream interrupted Ramona’s thoughts as she jumped up from the bush bed she had been laying on only moments ago. The rainbow haired girl looked around, Auradon prep becoming a blur as she whipped her head around until finally, her eyes landed on who had just screamed for help.
There, clinging to the walls of the school was some sort of gator-deer creature. Bipedal like the sheep and almost too weird to believe existed.
That’s when it hit her.
Ramona let out a sigh as she tipped her head back in frustration. ”Great Jimminy Crickets! I’m still in Imaginary land!” she cried out, throwing her arms back as she fell back to the ground with a thump. Was there truly no escape from the make believe?
Though of course, if this was imaginary land, why did it feel so real? Of course it always felt somewhat real - that’s what drew you in - but nothing had ever been this realistic that she was aware of it. Or maybe it always felt realistic even if it wasn’t, maybe realism changed both in concept and in form in Imaginary land so that even if it wasn’t realistic in this sense, it felt realistic to you at the time because it was the world’s take on realism there.
Careful Ramona, too much thinking like that and you’d end up with a headache.
Getting up to her feet, Ramona dusted off her overalls and looked to the screaming girl. She looked almost like something out of...
Something clicked for Ramona right then. ”It’s Gabby!” The girl exclaimed, tossing her hands up into the air as a burst of laughter erupted from her like a volcano. ”I am in reality after all! Oh what a relief! What an absolutely rele-“ Ramona cut herself off there as she remembered Gabby crying for help.
Maybe now wasn’t the time to rejoice over her existence. That could be saved for after she saved Gabby. Though, how was she supposed to do that? She couldn’t just poof the girl out of existence with her-wait.
She actually kind of could do that.
Ramona let out a sigh, slouching her shoulders forward as her head bowed in something akin to defeat or possibly even shame. ”Out of the frying pan, into the fire, and then back into the frying pan it is...” she muttered quietly, doing her best to ignore the festering unease that crept into her stomach.
At least it’s time, it would be better.
They weren’t going to her Imagination - get it? - they would be visiting the land of Gabby’s imagination, and that already helped ease some of Ramona’s worries.
Blowing some hair out of her face, Ramona took a couple steps back, rolling back her shoulders as she stared the building down. ”Don’t worry, Gabby! I’m coming for you!” Ramona hollered up to the half way beasted out girl before she sighed, waited a second, and then charged full speed at the building.
...
She’s be lying if she claimed to have not used a little bit of magic to get her all the way up there, and even then her landing was crooked and uneven. She was there though, and that’s what counted here.
Once Ramona was on the wall beside Gabby, she offered the other girl a quick smile. ”I got you,” she reassured and reached out to grab hold of Gabby’s wrist, and in a snap they were off to Imaginary Land.
Whatever awaited them now was entirely up to Ms. Gabriella Jabberjaws.
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Post by . on Nov 28, 2018 18:11:05 GMT -5
Terra June Clayton Daughter of Tarzan and Jane
Alice Flash was Terra’s first boyfriend. She’d done pretty good at being a girlfriend so far, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous about messing up. At least the fact that Flash was making mistakes meant that he couldn’t have any negative reactions to her making any mistakes. She’d managed the first couple of months fine, but she was hoping they’d have a long relationship with plenty of opportunities for her to make mistakes. Actually, Terra enjoyed the mistakes Flash made in their relationship. It made things... easier in a way. It put less pressure on her to be so perfect and reminded her that Flash was human too. He wasn’t some perfect little boyfriend that had a life revolving around their perfect little relationship. He was imperfect and so was she. Plus, he was a fun person to be trying this ‘dating’ thing with. He always managed to make her laugh.
Speaking of laughter, Terra had to chuckle when Flash reaches out to playfully punch her shoulder. She threw a glance over at her boyfriend, still enjoying the feeling of him being near her. He just... brightened her day and she wasn’t sure if it was his sense of humor or his endless energy or his... well, everything. She loved everything about him, even if he had plenty of flaws and made plenty of mistakes. That was okay. She was imperfect too and had her own problems. When Flash told her that only being a Bête would make her lame, she raised an eyebrow. “Well... I wouldn’t let any of his kids hear that,” she warned playfully, looking around. Nobody with the last name Bête was around, so she found herself grinning as she looked over at him. “Well, I’m glad you think I’m not lame,” she said with a small smile. “If it helps at all, I think you should know that I find you even more exciting than I find myself,” she said with a grin. Personally, the daughter of Tarzan and Jane didn’t see herself as extremely exciting. Sure, she was active and adventurous, but she didn’t actually go through with what she wanted to do most days. Like... she’d love to go climb a mountain, but she didn’t exactly have a chance to go find and climb a mountain. Maybe one day.
Plus, she had a date to focus on right now. A good date. A jellybean date. She loved jellybean dates.
Terra held the container of jellybeans close as she watched Flash and noticed how he kept his gaze on the container in her arms. She didn’t blame him. Not when his powers relied on his jellybeans and what flavors he ate. Yeah, it could be a little inconvenient, but it was also super cool. Imagine impressing your friends by power hopping with jellybeans. She watched him sit down and then followed his example and crossed her legs as she lowered herself into the grass. She opened the container of jellybeans and picked out a light blue one. She looked closely at the bean, deciding to feed that one to her boyfriend first to see what happened when he ate it.
When he mentioned he had an idea, she looked over and tilted her head as she listened to his idea. She stayed quiet as she listened to what he had to say. She didn’t say anything at first as she tapped her hand against the ground. She was still holding the blue jellybean in her other hand, holding it somewhere between her and Flash. She let him finish before she made a small face. "Well...” she began, pausing for a moment. "But what if it hurts you? What if the power is too much and you explode?” She was clearly worried for his safety, but then she chuckled a little bit as she spoke again. "What if you... overdose on jellybeans?” It was a silly thought, but it was truly a possible cause of death for her boyfriend and she kinda liked him. She didn’t want him to die. Especially not from jellybeans. Of course, she didn’t want to hold him back from realizing his dreams, even if his dreams were eating a whole handful of jellybeans at once.
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Post by . on Nov 28, 2018 18:11:26 GMT -5
Adonis Rainier Poole Son of Abigail Chase and Riley Poole
His day had been off to a normal start. Had. That was the keyword. It all came to an end when he’d looked up from his homework to hear a knock on the door. Adonis had climbed to his feet and opened the door, almost wishing he hadn’t when he saw who was on the other side. Jethro Kendall. Frenemy. The son of Blaster and Juarez. The human embodiment of chaos. A big mess. All with that cheeky smile gracing his thin lips.
”What do you have a dearth of, Jethro?” Adonis asked, stepping aside as the bigger boy pushed his way into the dorm and then plopped down right on Adonis’s desk chair. He looked at the open textbook for a moment and then shrugged. It was not secret that the guinea pig boy avoided homework as much as possible and skipped whatever he could manage to skip without getting into too much trouble. It was only one of the differences between the two boys and why Adonis got along much better with Dakota and considered her an actual friend instead of a frenemy like her half brother.
"I’m bored. Let’s do something,” Jethro said, finally looking over at Adonis. For once, it was Adonis looking down at Jethro, but he simply sighed and gave his shoulders a halfhearted shrug.
”Very well. Whatever. Let’s skedaddle,” Adonis said. That was easier than trying to argue with Jethro and he could probably take a little break for some innocent fun.
But was it ever ‘innocent fun’ with Jethro?
Adonis locked up his room as he followed Jethro down the hall and eventually outside of the school. They were an odd pair to be seen around together.
Jethro was the spitting image of a spy. He had the athletic build and intimidating height. His dark hair was cut neat and short. Plus, everyone knew he had a taste for chaos and wouldn’t relax until he was satisfied.
Adonis, on the other hand, was about as unimpressive as a teenage boy could be. He was clearly taking after his father in the looks department. It wasn’t that Riley or Adonis was ugly... it was just that neither of them were very impressive. Sure, Adonis was a little insecure about that (especially when he was hanging out with Jethro or Dakota or even little Jinx), but still. He tried not to let it bother him. He reached up to nervously push some dark brown hair from his eyes as he looked up towards Jethro.
”Where we headin’?” he asked.
Jethro didn’t answer, but it wasn’t long before he had led Adonis to the athletics area of the campus. Sure, it wasn’t one of Adonis’s most frequent areas or hang out in, but he was also no stranger to the the fields. "A race!” Jethro finally explained, smirking a bit as he looked Adonis up and down. "Loser has to... walk around without clothes for a bit,” he suggested.
Adonis could feel his cheeks heating up. ”Negative! Nix! Nay! Absolutely not. That’s doltish. It’s practically foreordained that you will vanquish me, Jet,” he argued. He was surprised to find himself pulling out Jethro’s nickname... the one that only his parents and siblings used. And Adonis when they’d both come to Auradon and become friends.
Jethro didn’t seem to notice as he shook his head. "Fine. One article of clothing,” he agreed. When it was clear that Adonis was agreeing to the race. Jethro lined up at the starting line and shouted “GO!” before taking off in front of Adonis.
It didn’t take long for Adonis to realize he wasn’t going to win, but he wasn’t going to just give up either. He kept an even pace as he followed behind Jethro, silently strategizing as he watched the other boy run. Okay, he could do this. He wasn’t completely out of the game yet... Not if he was smart about it.
So that’s what he did.
He strategized and managed to cut some time off as they neared the finish line. He slowly gained on the other boy and it wasn’t long before Adonis was only steps away from him and the finish line was within reach.
And only then did his shoelaces become untied.
He stepped on the laces and went tumbling off of the racetrack and into the grass lining it.
”Mrff mrff trff derf,” Adonis grumbled into the ground, the grad distorting and muffling his words to the point that they were incomprehensible.
"You alright, man?”Adonis looked up to see Jethro standing above him. He nodded and blinked in the bright sunlight as he let Jethro help him to his feet. “You know, you still lost the bet,” Jethro reminded him with a smirk.
Adonis just sighed and led the way back to his dorm.
Jethro stood outside as Adonis slowly stripped down and then grabbed his robe from the back of the door. Jethro did agree to one article of clothing and this was definitely only one. It was just a really, really big one. As in, big enough to cover his entire body.
He sighed and pushed kicked some clothes that were piled on his floor. Okay, so his room was a bit of a mess, but could anyone blame him? He was simply too busy to clean. Sure, he had plenty of time when he wasn’t in class or hanging out with friends - of course, he didn’t have many of those - but he surely didn’t have time to clean. No, he was usually drowning in his own projects and research. His parents may not be as inhuman or crazy as some of the other Auradon kids, but they had had their fair share of adventures.
That mean the needed his own adventures.
He even had a locked drawer on his desk specifically for his own research and projects. Right now, he was starting small. He was going to steal something from the Auradon library. Or maybe one of his classmates... and then return it. See, he needed to be good at the smaller skills like that before he could even think about being a treasure hunter.
Yeah, he may be a bit obsessed.
Unfortunately, it was his room that suffered. Clothes and old papers covered the bed and floor. There was a wrapper from some old food. A broken pair of glasses that he really needed to replace. One shoe and he had no idea where the other shoe was. A broken magic kit that he’d bought from the internet, only to learn that there was like one trick involved and it was stupid. A broken model car kit. There was that helmet from the time he tried to get into motorcycles and then realized that he couldn’t afford a motorcycle.
He did, however, have a replica Declaration of Independence hanging above his desk. That he was actually somewhat proud of... even though he had just gotten it as a gift from his parents instead of earning it himself.
He kicked the one shoe aside as he walked out, ignoring Jethro’s stifled laughter. "You look good, Addie!” he called, luckily unable to draw attention to the robe clad boy. There was no one else around. Still, Adonis ignored his comments.
Adonis left the dorms, very aware of Jethro’s footsteps behind him. He tried to focus on his bare feet against the floor until he pushed his way into the outside world. As much as he tried to focus on his feet again, it was harder. People were actually out here and his face heated up once again.
He couldn’t manage being out there for long in only his robe, so he took a turn towards one of the less populated areas of campus. When he was safely away from other people, finally relaxed... except Jethro had followed him.
"Awww. Come on, Adonis. It’s no fun if you try to hide,” Jethro said. "I even bought a small... uh, motivation for you,” he said as he pulled something out from behind his back.
”Jethro... Jethro! Do not fondle that!” Adonis said, eyes wide with fear as he back up against the wall. He flattened his back against the wall and flinched as he looked over the taller figure of the son of Juarez and Blaster. Just like his father, the boy was certainly... rambunctious. Excitable. Maybe a bit too... passionate. Those were all words to describe Jethro, but there were no words to describe his current fear of the situation.
Jethro stood a few feet back from Adonis, grinning as he held up the smaller boy’s favorite shirt. In his other hand - a lighter.
Adonis knew he wouldn’t hesitate. Jethro had lit his favorite pair of pants on fire just a couple days ago... which was part of the reason that the son of Riley and Abigail was currently holding his black and red robe tightly around his slim body. He couldn’t risk the robe falling open when he had nothing underneath. Jethro would surely enjoy that.
It seemed to be a few moments before Jethro finally slipped the lighter back into his pocket and tossed the shirt back to Adonis. "Now, what do we say?” he asked, a small smirk dancing on his lips at the thought.
”Danke, Jethro,” Adonis said. If Jethro could confuse him with Spanish, then Adonis could use what little German he knew. He watched Jethro gave him a nod and then turned and left. ”Thanks for nothing,” he grumbled once Jethro was well out of earshot.
It was only now that our mess of an adventurer realized how far he’d wandered from his dorm to escape the prying eyes of other students that had been on campus.... even if they hadn’t been looking at him. Adonis sighed and readjusted his glasses before clutching his (luckily) single free shirt to his chest. He could put it on and keep his robe solely for the bottom half of his body, but he didn’t want to risk taking his robe off in public.
Just the thought made him shudder.
See, Adonis had been embarrassed plenty of times before. Like that one time his father had brought him to see the real Declaration of Independence. Adonis had very loudly asked his father if that’s what he and his mother had stole. Every pair of eyes (and some intimidating guards) had turned to Riley and Adonis and then he’d tripped as Riley began shooing him towards the door.
At least that could be explained by the simplistic naïveté of childhood.
There were definitely less understandable examples of his apparent incompetence being a functioning adult. This was just one more to add to the list: ’Stranded across campus in nothing but a robe.’
He reached for his phone to call Dakota or Talia or anyone he trusted to come bring him clothes, but his robe pockets were empty and it wasn’t until then that he realized his phone was still in the pocket of the jeans that were currently piled on his bedroom floor.
Why did he associate with Jethro? It really wasn’t a smart move for a guy that was considered a nerd by half of the school. Which, surprisingly, he didn’t mind. See, Adonis was normally a rather self confident young man with a sharp tongue. It was just that he wasn’t quite as confident when he was compared with Jethro or thrown out into the harsh and wild world with no clothes.
But was Auradon wild compared to some of the lives that his classmates came from? Probably not. His parents came from the normal world - boring old America - and maybe it was only him that considered Auradon wild compared to where he’d come from. He didn’t even know about the wild adventures his parents went on until he was like 10. What about the kids that were the children of animals? Or monsters? Or even the Isle kids?
The Isle kids... now that was an interesting topic. He would have loved to visit them and see how different their world was compared to his. He could certainly go on some adventures there and, of course, do some research about the land and culture that made up the Isle as it was today.
But right now his goal was to get back to his room without anyone seeing him without his clothes. Well, he had a robe on over his body, but it wasn’t hard to see that he had nothing underneath and he had no doubt that some of the more nosy Auradon students would see him and question him, drawing even more attention to him. Sure, most people would only stare, but knowing his luck, he’d run into the people that wanted to know why he was naked under his robe.
It was a nice robe though. Soft and black and red. It had been a gift from his parents when they sent him off to Auradon. He loved it and he would often wear it without any clothes in his room... but that was different than actually being out in public with it.
Seriously. He really needed to get revenge on Jethro.
He balled his shirt up in his hands and sighed. He was currently sandwiched between two school buildings, but he could see the bright light of the outside world and head the voices of those going about their normal days. He walked to the edge of his little hideout and poked his head out as little as possible. ”pssst,” he whispered loudly. He didn’t want to draw the attention of lore than one or two people but he still had to be loud enough for people to hear him. ”Anyone approximal...? I yearn for infinitesimal facilitation.”
No, Adonis, this totally didn’t look sketchy as heck. No. Calling a random teenager to come help him wasn’t a good idea. Unfortunately it was too late. And wearing only a robe didn’t help... Maybe it would help that he was only a teenager himself and not some forty year old dude inviting teenagers to come help him.
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Post by arexasaurus on Nov 29, 2018 17:20:35 GMT -5
Simon Marcel Butterfly son of star butterfly and marco diaz
Simon didn't laugh at the controller hitting his brother. He didn't. He's a good brother, he would never laugh at his sibling getting hurt, that's mean. At least, he didn't show it on the outside. Saros earned more respect than that, at least. Well, maybe not earned but at least was born into. Simon maintained his stance against laughing, even if it bubbled in his chest.
The younger Butterfly boy just smiled at his brother, happy to be somewhat helpful. Saros' reaction was pretty much exactly what he had been looking for. "One, why would I go all the way to the girl's dorm and back? Two, if I had gone to them first, you think they wouldn't have followed along?" He nodded, motioning for his brother to eat, "Hurry so we can get these to them while they're still hot."
Simon had more soda and even some orange juice in his backpack for the girls, giving them the choice instead of Saros. He only had one bottle of orange juice left, since he had drank the other while cooking the burritos. Orange soda was the next best thing and he was pretty sure Stella would drink it if Meissa wouldn't. Then again, there was a distinct possibility that both the girls wanted soda. He wouldn't put anything past them.
"And don't eat too fast that you choke, please." Simon added as an afterthought, not wanting to have to put his first aid training into practice this early. He was glad he had it, though. It has come in handy many times over.
No one needed to know that the first time was his fault though, he still maintained that the wand had gone off by itself and he had not tried and failed to use it for lazer puppies. Simon was pretty sure his mom knew, but she was probably the only one. Not that he would ever admit it. Seeing the his dad choke on a hotdog was bad enough, he didn't need to be teased about it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 30, 2018 17:28:49 GMT -5
Gabriella Jabberjaws daughter of gazelle and louis
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on. This was easier in her half beasted out form, she had to admit to that, but Gabby knew she could only hold on for so long. Her arms would grow tired and eventually she’d slip. Even as a half alligator, an animal that was pretty dang strong, she didn’t have all that much strength. She took more after her mother in the body physique department, slender and kinda bony, really, not much meat on her bones. Which was a shame since sometimes she did like to imagine what she would look like as some drop dead goddess that kept a slim figure yet still had curves in all the right places. Gabby just knew she would look irresistible if she had that supermodel build, but she didn’t. All she had was an ounce of strength to her, barely any muscle, and just a lot of sinewy slenderness. It was kinda sad. Just a little. It would be nice to have a bit more muscle at least just for times like this when she was trying to hold on for dear life.
A surprised yelp slipped from her lips when one of her hooves lost footing against the side of the wall. For a split second there Gabby was sure she was done for, but luckily her hands - or paws? Alligators didn’t really have paws but they didn’t have hands, either - stayed put, continuing to hold her up. ”Come on, somebody please be around…” She muttered under her breath. Gabby attempted to pull herself up as if she would be able to get enough momentum to climb the wall and back up to her window, but there would be no way she could accomplish that. Maybe if she was a mountain goat or sheep, but she wasn’t either of those. She did have hooves though, but hooves that were made for speedy getaways on the African savannah, not for scaling the walls of high school. While she had always been pretty proud of the animals she was part of, right now she really wouldn’t mind being a goat. Even if goats were pretty much just like sheep and sheep were bad. She was from Zootopia, or half way from there, she knew not to trust any sheep.
Still struggling with keeping her grip, the only thing Gabby could do was call out for help once more. ”Somebody, help, please!” This was it. This was how she was going to die. Forget being stabbed in her rougarou heart by a gorgeous woman, she was going to die from falling out of a window. Her bones would break and her body would automatically go into shock if the fall itself didn’t just completely take her out. There was a high chance of survival at a fall like this, but there was also the fact that the chance of coming out with a broken bone was also high up there, and her one ankle was already weak as it was from her twisting it earlier. If the fall didn’t kill her it would totally kill her foot. Yup, this was it. This was totally it. The world was going to have to say goodbye to Gabrielle Jabberjaws; she still had so much more to live for, but her time had come. This was the end.
Just when she was so sure her time had come she heard the voice of her savior. It was the voice of an angel. It was the most angelic voice Gabby had ever heard in her entire life.
Gabby managed to look down to see who her amazing savior was.
There on the ground below was Ramona, Gabby’s savior, a rainbow angel that would allow Gabby a second chance at life. Never before had she imagined a girl as beautiful as Ramona Bong right now. Well, there was Tia, but nobody had to know about that little thought right there, and nobody had to know of her current affections toward Ramona. Besides, this was only one of those passing crushes, if it could even be called that. It was out made out of the fact that Ramona was her savior, which was a pretty superficial reason to crush on somebody in Gabby's opinion.
Relief washed through the gazellagator. ”Sweet apple pie,” she breathed as a second wave of relief trickled over her. Already she felt immensely better about this situation. She wasn’t going to die. She was going to get to see another day all thanks to Ramona. ”Ramona, where can I even begin to thank yo-” She was stopped in her words when suddenly the rainbow-haired girl was no longer on the ground but right there beside her on the wall. Given any other circumstance and she’d probably freak out or be worried that magic was possibly in use, but she sort of had other priorities right now that took her top spot on her “things to worry about” list.
To be honest Gabby hadn’t even started to think about the ways they would get themselves down. Perhaps Ramona would use her magic in the same way she had to get up on the wall, but the gazellagator had not even been close to expecting what had really happened.
She had no way of describing the way she felt right after Ramona grabbed her by the wrist. For a split second she wasn’t sure if she was still on the wall or if she had finally fallen to her death, but eventually, she was able to snap out of whatever daze she had been in.
That’s when everything started to make sense. Well, not really make sense, but she was finally snapping back to reality. Well, not reality. Anyway. All that Gabby was aware of right now was pink. Everything was pink. She wasn’t even sure if she was still half beasted out or not, all that she could comprehend was the sheer amount of pink that was everywhere. Gabby blinked her yellow eyes, looking around and trying to figure everything out. This wasn’t Auradon Prep. This wasn’t even the wall. This was...this was… ”Ramona…” She breathed, reaching out in to grab ahold of the other girl. Before she knew it she was pressed up against the other girl. ”Where...where are we…?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 30, 2018 17:29:58 GMT -5
Flash Parr son of dash and fuli
The thing was Flash wasn’t worried about the Bête family. Why would he be? Well, there were a lot of reasons actually. One wrong move and they’d kick his hind end straight to the Isle without so much as batting an eye. They had done that before, a few times actually. Most recently had been that one girl, the daughter of Mulan and Shang. Flash had seen her around before, and ever since she had been kicked off to the Isle her name had been whispered around the halls. Mayleen was her name. And she hadn’t even been kicked to the Isle for a good reason in his opinion. It had been a cautionary exile. Now that was just incredibly dumb. So maybe she had caused a lot of problems, but seriously, she was just one girl against the entire royal family of Auradon. A family that could turn into weird, furry monster beasts. What even animal were they? A wolf? A bear? A wolfbear? A wolfbear sounded cool. Flash could totally see them as being wolfbears. Not that they deserved to be anything as cool as a wolfbear, though. Nothing was as cool as turning into a cheetah, but a wolfbear was now on the cool list.
Hairy creature beasts aside, Flash had more important things to think about. Like the possibility of trying out more than one jelly bean. He was pretty sure it was going to kill him, but it would be a cool death. He’d want somebody to engrave “had one too many jelly beans” or something like that on his tombstone to show the world what had happened. How many people could even say that the cause of their death had been jelly bean overdose? He was sure there wasn’t anybody out there that had shared the same fate that he was about to. Flash was about to be be first guy in the history of everything to be taken down by jelly beans, and honestly he was pretty chill with that. It would make for a totally cool death so who could blame him for being psyched about that?
Looking over at Terra, Flash could see the concern crease her visage. He drew in a sharp breath. ”I’ll be fine,” he started, a reassuring smile pulling at his lips. ”The worst a jelly bean has ever done to somebody is give them diabetes.” He thought about that for a moment. ”Probably.” Which, don’t get him wrong, that was a terrible thing to have, and he didn’t wish that upon anybody, but it wasn’t death. The last thing he wanted to do was worry Terra over one of his idiotic ideas, but he was determined to do this. What if he never got the chance to do this ever again? There probably would be the chance, let’s be fair, but Flash still worried about it. In his mind it was now or never with this.
The son of Dash and Fuli flashed another smile up at his girlfriend. ”Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine,” he repeated right as he reached over and scooped a handful of jelly beans out of the container. He made sure to get as many as he could in one hand, looking them over with his blue gaze for a good moment. There were some red ones, orange ones, blue eyes, green ones, a good amount of different colors and flavors. ”Well,” he began as he tilted his head upward and moved his hand toward his mouth, ”here goes nothing.” And then, just like that, he dumped the handful into his mouth and began to chew.
Maybe this wouldn’t backfire on him too bad.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 30, 2018 17:30:25 GMT -5
Mika Takoda son of meeko and big mama
For somebody who liked to cling to particular people, he sure had found himself in a rather secluded area on campus. Then again it was very particular people he liked to cling to, or rather, a particular person. A particular person which he didn’t have currently to cling to. So here he was after having climbed up a tree and lay down on one of the thick limbs that was all gnarled with age, but despite the age it was still a strong and healthy limb attached to a very strong and healthy tree. Even if he was a bit on the chubby side the limb could easily support him and probably about sixteen other people as well. He believed in the tree and the limb.
Now finding Mika in a tree wasn’t very unusual. His father was a raccoon and his mother was an owl, being in the trees only felt right to him. There had always been something about being high up that made the boy feel grounded. Which was weird since he felt grounded when he was not on the ground, but in a tree. Being on the ground should keep him grounded, but nope, the raccowl felt the most comfortable when high up in a tree. Trees made him feel safe and secure, like he was wrapped up in a thick blanket and curled up inside a nest. Right now he really needed that sense of security. He needed something familiar right now, something that was stable and made him feel like everything would be okay even if it wasn’t. Mika didn’t like all the feelings of worry that had been clouding his mind ever since his boyfriend had left for the Isle. He knew he shouldn’t be worried. He knew that Tierney had wanted to go, and he had been okay with it. Tierney wouldn’t have left if Mika had been adamant on the penguin man not going, Mika was sure of it. But he knew Tierney had wanted to go off on this adventure to the Isle, and Mika wasn’t going to hold him back. It would be selfish of him to make his boyfriend stay with him here on Auradon. He wanted Tierney to be happy and to do what he wanted without feeling like he was being held back by some dumb raccowl. Besides, they could still correspond through letters. Communication wasn’t cut off entirely.
The letters.
From the moment the ship had faded into the horizon on the sea Mika had started writing letters that were addressed to Tierney. The fact that he could at least talk with his boyfriend through some form of communication had reassured the raccoon-owl boy for a while, but it didn’t take long for the worry to come back and chase after him like some blood-thirsty hound on the trail of its wounded prey. He had sent a letter over to the Isle the day the transfers had left and he still had yet to receive anything back from Tierney. The rational part of his brain kept telling him over and over again that Tierney had only been there for a few days now and his letter probably hadn’t even made it yet, or if it had then there was no way Tierney’s response would have been sent back in this short amount of time. The irrational part of his brain, which was considerably a lot louder and vicious than his rational side, kept telling him over and over again that the reason why he hadn’t received a letter back from his boyfriend was because something had happened. Something had happened to Tierney and the news of whatever incident he had been in had yet to reach Auradon. What if he had fallen overboard while on the way there and eaten by sharks? What if he had made it to the Isle but as soon as the transfers had gotten off the ship an angry Isle kid came after them and Tierney ended up being the one to fall victim? What if he was sick or hurt and on the verge of dying? What if he had been stabbed and bled to death or had been beaten and left for dead in some sketchy alleyway? There were so many different possibilities for what could have happened to his boyfriend and why he hadn’t responded to Mika’s letter yet. It was all of these worries that kept coming back and putting him on edge, making him all the more anxious than usual, making him even irritable and snappish. It wasn’t healthy to rely on Tierney as much as he did, a couple should be able to spend time alone from one another, and Mika knew this. He knew it and yet it still worried him to no end.
The sound of loud, screeching tires jolted him out of his thoughts, and he found himself quite literally jumping. Mika began to frantically look around, glancing toward all the nearby roads that entered and exited Auradon Prep, but he couldn’t find a single car in sight. Just your imagination… Did they have cars on the Isle? What if Tierney got into a really bad accident in one? What if he didn’t make it? Mika felt himself tense up all over again and he clung to the tree trunk for a moment longer before finally deciding that maybe it was time to come down. He had come up here to find some peace, yet he was sure his mind was working against him even more than it had when he had been on solid ground.
Mika took one last glance at the roads nearby before crawling down from the tree, making it back onto actual earth without a problem. He had always been a good climber along with finding it rather easy to get down as well. He wasn’t like some cat that could get up but couldn’t get down.
For the most part the trek back to the main building was pretty normal. Nothing was out of the ordinary until he came up to a wedge between two of the buildings and a whisper caught his attention.
Mika froze. He shifted his yellow gaze around, wary and confused about where a voice was coming from. He wondered for a second if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him again like earlier, but something was telling him this time that wasn’t the case.
His intuition was proven to be right when he caught sight of somebody peeking their head out from between the two buildings. Mika paused for just a second before tilting his head to the side, confusion glinting in his gaze. ”Uh...hi?”
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 2, 2018 21:32:58 GMT -5
Alia Penelope Dammerung Daughter of Aurora and Phillip
Forget being a princess. Maybe Alia would be better suited for something cool, like working in a restaurant. Or an acrobat. Being an acrobat would be so cool, and the more she thought about it, the more excited the youngest princess of the Dammerung family got.
And what was causing her to have dreams of working in the circus?
How about her amazing talent when it came to baking and managing to walk along with platters of baked goods balanced on her arms. She was a woman on a mission, and wasting time doing lame stuff like carrying each individual tray of cookies in two hands like some kind of Safety Sally was not on the schedule. She needed those hands, anyway, for coffee. She needed to get she and her sister some coffee. Alia may not have the unearthly beauty of some weird goddess or be so scary that people listened to her, but she had better ways of handling things. She had cookies.
Her mission, however, was halted slightly when she came across...something else?
"Hey...Emi? You realize your reindeer's back there licking up milk, right?" Truth be told. she was used to weird things that happened at Auradon Prep. The firemen were almost here as often as the actual students, thanks to the Disaster Squad, and she thought, on the way here, she'd seen ferrets in RC karts and a student pulling a sleigh.
So the reindeer drinking milk was pretty tame, yeah. But she wanted to make sure her friend was aware of this, too. After all, what if the little guy was lactose intolerant? Were reindeer lactose intolerant? Alia made a note to ask Ana about this matter later -- her big sister was smart, she'd probably know.
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 2, 2018 22:10:49 GMT -5
Emilia Arendelle-Bjorgman daughter of anna and kristoff
While the panic set in quickly, she remained a blank slate while trying to figure out what to do. She couldn't just admit that she had broken the best coffee machine at school. The thought upset her and she's the one who did it. Her parents would be quite disappointed and Alia might actually throw the multiple plates in her arms. Most likely at her face. A cut or bruise wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, she'd had many before; the waste of food would be cause for tears. Think of the baked goods, broken in shambles on the floor. It was not an acceptable loss.
Choosing to ignore the question, Emilia smiled brightly and plucked a cookie off one of the plates in her friend's arms. She had the heart to look a little guilty, at least. She didn't know what the baked goods were for, but she couldn't resist. Alia was a very talented baker. It's not like Emilia could just go back into the kitchen and as them to make her sweets. Once they saw the broken machine, they would know exactly who was to blame. Emilia had come in for coffee every day since she had gotten to the school, bright and early. Without looking back at the mess she had made of the machine, the younger girl decided that confusion was the best avoidance tactic.
"Whatever do you mean?" Emilia tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brows. To be fair, she hadn't even seen Elvar enter the kitchen, so it wasn't entirely false. She had no doubt that the reindeer was indeed licking up the almond milk she had dropped, but Emilia hadn't seen it. She would and could plead innocent until her last breathe. Instead of investigating like she really aught to, she busied herself with the stolen cookie.
Even at her age, Emilia still acted like a child and was currently playing with her food. She forced the cookie to swim through the air like a fish, moving it up and down before biting off the gingerbread's right leg. Emilia made a slightly inappropriate sound and deemed, "This is your best work yet, my friend. Beyond a doubt. Wow. You're doing amazing work. Your fairy great-godmothers would be proud." A sly subject change and the innocent sipping of her coffee was perfect. She wouldn't have to admit anything.
Then Elvar walked out of the kitchen doors and straight over to her. He circled her, hitting her back and split a bit of her coffee. Emilia frowned at the lost caffeine. Elvar took advantage and licked it up. The reindeer was an actual mop at this point. I should really ask dad if that's okay, Emilia thought to herself. She wouldn't want Elvar actually getting sick.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 2, 2018 22:17:42 GMT -5
Saros Mateo Butterfly Son of Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz
"Bwah?" Shockingly, Saros was not practicing speaking to the sanctuary guardians. No, that would make sense, and make him somewhat of a dedicated princess.
He was just an idiot.
It took the Butterfly boy a moment to maneuver the half-breakfast burrito to where he wouldn't choke on it, since he did take into account that Simon was actually concerned. Or he didn't want a death on his hands, that could be it too. Saros didn't blame him. Imagine having to live with the fact that your brother died from choking on a burrito. He'd excommunicate himself from the shame if he wasn't the one dying.
The next bite Saros took of his burrito was a little less ambitious, and less likely to end his life.
"Okay, you bring up a fair point." He hadn't considered that it'd be pretty stupid to go all the way to the girl's dorm with the burritos when he lived just down the hall from Simon. "Let's go wake up the girls, then?" If they weren't already up, that was. "I think you've actually outdone yourself on these ones, though." Either Saros was starving (which was possible) or Simon's burritos had an upgrade.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 2, 2018 22:58:46 GMT -5
Alia Penelope Dammerung Daughter of Aurora and Phillip
Alia only smiled when Emilia took one of her cookies. She'd made enough for plenty of people to take some on her way over to Ana's dorm, and this was the reason. Emi usually grabbed a cookie or two, and she wasn't the only one. And it was better to just...make more cookies, instead of being a crab about protecting the ones she had. Besides, she couldn't fend people off with her arms full.
She was cheerful, not naive.
That being said, she'd been totally distracted by her friend's change in subject."Oh! Ah...thanks, Emi! They showed me a new recipe the other week, actually!" It wasn't this specific recipe, but she'd been meaning to give it a try on her own. "These aren't them -- they're a gingerbread, and I thought that'd be better towards Christmas -- but they were really good!" It was safe to say that, with both of her parents being the way they were, Alia spent more time with the fairies. That was just fine with her, though. Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather were sweet and kind and paid plenty of attention to her on their own. "What're you up to, anyway?"
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 3, 2018 20:53:16 GMT -5
Simon Marcel Butterfly son of star butterfly and marco diaz
Simon thought about how he made it this morning, what he did based on instinct and taste instead of following the family recipe. "I think I added more lime juice to the guacamole. Dad's too afraid of the liquid ingredients. He thinks that Mom's going to stain her dress and then Sir Lavabo will suddenly appear to force him to squire again." How his father was still so angry about the week he spent as a laundry squire never failed to amazing Simon.
He was feeling pretty proud, now. Fishing compliments from his siblings wasn't hard, they were usually impressed by any culinary endeavor. The palace chef was pretty great, but that didn't take away from the fact that most everything had corn in it. To be fair, so did his burritos, but at a much lesser degree compared to any Mewni food.
Now, Saros could just be starving. The older boy barely knew how to take care of himself. Even if they didn't live right down from each other, Simon would've found him first, just to make sure he got some food in his system before it got too late in the day. Any later and Simon was sure that Saros would have suspicious cheese dust on his fingerprints instead of a burrito with actual nutrition.
"You going to be okay walking and eating?" This was in no way a crack at Saros' earlier close call to choking. Not at all. Without waiting for his brother's reply, Simon made his way out the door. When it came to going anywhere with a hot plate of food, being a good distance away from Saros was a good bet. He had spent a lot of time on these burritos, he didn't want a probable accident to ruin it for his sisters.
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 3, 2018 20:54:40 GMT -5
Emilia Arendelle-Bjorgman daughter of anna and kristoff
The young blonde nodded along to her friend's story. She didn't have to feign interest, hearing about the fairies was always exciting. They were usually just as disastrous as she, possibly more. Although, really, they had magic. It was doubtful that they would run away from a coffee maker that could catch on fire at any second. The fairies would be able to fix it. Probably. She, on the other hand, just made things worse the more she tried to fix it. That's why she left it broken, really.
Emilia took another sip of her coffee before replying, just to signal what she had been doing. No the best idea, since she wanted to avoid talking about the coffee machine but Alia already knew that there was milk on the floor thanks to Elvar being stupid. She would enjoy her almond milk vanilla latte while it was hot, thank you very much. "Just seeing what was happening in the area. I'm sure there's something I should be doing, but I needed caffeine before doing anything that requires actual attention to detail." She would be wired after this cup, especially with how fast she was drinking it. The coffee did really affect her mood, she could already feel the shift towards positivity.
"What are the cookies for? Anything special happening?" She took another bite of the gingerbread, trying to finish it before the conversation was up so that she could have another before Alia left to continue whatever mission she was on. Even if she didn't finish the cookie, she'd end up taking at least two for the road, so long as Alia didn't mind. They were insanely good. Emilia didn't want to ruin all of her friend's hard work, though, so she would limit herself to three. Okay, or five.
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