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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 1, 2018 1:31:35 GMT -5
United States of Auradon - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[ this is a closed small group role-play; we are not accepting new joiners ]
Welcome to Auradon, a kingdom for all the "good" princes and princess of the old and new fairy tales. King Adam, more commonly referred to as King Beast by some, rules over this kingdom with his wife Queen Belle with their eldest son, Alexander Bête, next in line for the throne. Currently a few students have been sent over to the Isle of the Lost as a sort of "redeeming" mission for some of the Isle kids. How that will go over, only time will tell. But that's of nobody's concern, right? As long as everything on Auradon is perfect, who cares about the Isle and what's going on over there? Not like anybody important was sent to the Isle for the semester.- - United States of Auradon is a small-group Disney Descendants role-play, and is closed to joining. However, you're still free to read, if you want. Keep in mind that this role-play heavily leans on PG-13 material, so there may be darker themes mentioned, and viewer discretion is advised.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Interested in seeing what's going on over on the Isle? Check us out across the barrier! Isle of the Lost.- - Curious about the origins of this role-play and its companion role-play? Check out Land of the Lost v1 here, Land of the Lost v2 here, and Auradon v1 here.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 1, 2018 2:20:50 GMT -5
Rules
Role-play Ability: I'm not going to call it "literacy" because I'm positive you all can read. However, this is going to be a pretty advanced role-play, I'm hoping, so I'm asking for a three-sentence minimum on posts (feel free to post way more!) and provide me with the best spelling and grammar you can do.
Activity: Alright, so I'm not going to be the most active bean on the forums. I have a job, and I'm called into work quite a bit. I'm sure you all have lives outside of here too. So as long as you guys make an effort to come on, maybe once or twice a week minimum if you can, so will I. If you're going on vacation, losing internet, etc, just tell me and I'll make sure you're excused on the member list.
Maturity: This kind of falls under the forum rules as a whole, but I figure I should still clarify this. Do what you want, to an extent, as far as content. As long as it falls under the PG-13 rating, then it's fine. Killing characters (with permission), romance, language, etc. As long as it's accepted on the forums, it's accepted here.
PG-13 Rating: This role-play may contain mature themes. PG-13 and forum guidelines include - no graphic depictions of blood, injury, or death, no usage of tobacco or "hard drugs", no nudity, and the only swears allowed are the ones allowed in the forum censors, such as bastard and damn. I trust you guys are going to be mature about everything, so that's all I'm going to put in this section. Basically, if you wouldn't see it in a PG-13 movie, or you think it's questionable, you might want to ask about it or not do it.
Characters: There are a few character rules I want to lay down, but I'm just going to lump them all here in hopes of not creating a book of rules. Right. So. No Mary-Sues, godmodding, or perfect characters. I'm sure you're all familiar with this. Lost Kids (Isle-born kids) will probably be the majority in this role-play, but every character must have at least one Auradon kid, otherwise we're not really going to have a plot. We don't want that. Characters with an animal/non-human parent (TLK characters, Ursula/Little Mermaid characters, etc.) will mostly be humanoid in form. Speak with me, and we can work out a way to express their parents' abilities. No canon characters from the books/movies. OC characters only, no Star Wars or Marvel characters, please.
Relationships: Due to the nature of this role-play, some characters are obviously going to be siblings, cousins, etc. That's cool, and I should probably also have some sort of tracker for this, so that the more popular characters won't get too many kids. Kind of a lump rule, but if you want various characters to have pre-existing relationships, this is pretty encouraged. Just ask whichever person rps the character(s) you want to connect.
Plots: Feel free to make any minor plot you want. Just tell me (in the format I have below) what you want the plot to be, and which characters will be involved, and I'll add it up front. Major plots, however, need to be brought up to me, as well as the other members on the role-play, where we can discuss it and decide whether to do it or not. Then I'll add it to the front too.
Rolling: This version of LotL includes using a 20-sided dice, as well as a set of attributes unique to your characters. This method encourages a more organic response to role-play, as well as a greater variable of responses, especially success and failure. The 20-sided dice we're using is on the Discord server, with one roll on one 20-sided dice. Any attribute your character has that is relevant to the roll will be added to your roll.
Attributes: There will be 8 new attributes to apply to your character. You have 20 points to "spend" on these attributes for each character, with a max cap of five points per attribute. The traits will be: Strength [STR] (points added to any physical challenge your character faces), Wisdom [WIS] (points added to anything regarding your character's perception, willpower, or intuition about a challenge), Intelligence [INT] (which affects how your character learns or applies reason to new knowledge), Charisma [CHR] (how well your character can charm or coerce another player character), Dexterity [DEX] (points added to challenges regarding agility, reaction time, and balance), Magic [MAG] (points added to any spellcasting done in a situation where magic is allowed), Stealth [STL] (points added to any challenge where your character needs to hide or sneak), and Intimidation [ITM] (points added to challenges where your character might try standing up to another).
Additional Rules: We'll probably add more rules as the role-play goes on, so keep an eye on this list. Situations might demand more rules, or more specific rules, so this is always up to change at my discretion.
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Name || Gender || Age || Parents You can make a description if you want to, but it's not required. Just fill out the basics such as name and parents for the bare minimum. STR: [0-5] || WIS: [0-5] || INT: [0-5] || CHR: [0-5] || DEX: [0-5] || MAG [0-5] || STL: [0-5] || ITM: [0-5] Username || Gang (If applicable) || Rank (If applicable) || Other
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 1, 2018 2:21:15 GMT -5
-- does the auradon page even need more than a save or two
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 1, 2018 2:21:32 GMT -5
-- eh, im taking one more save just in case
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 1, 2018 3:48:31 GMT -5
loud save
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 1, 2018 7:50:35 GMT -5
save :)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2018 11:14:20 GMT -5
Saving this spot right here
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:45:47 GMT -5
Toshiro Hikaru Hamada Son of Tadashi & Honey Lemon
It had been a long time since Toshi had last made a visit to Auradon Prep. After all, he was a college student now and typically didn’t have time to come visit his old high school. However he could make time when it came to his cousin: Honoka. She was still in high school of course and would have plenty on her plate as well, but in his opinion, it was important to stay close to family. They were sort of scattered everywhere, with Hugo going to a whole different college than Toshi was, and Hono still being on high school, but nonetheless it was important to him that they spent some time together, which might’ve been the only reason Toshi found himself standing in front of the all too familiar doors of his old high school.
He had never been particularly fond of this place and had been relieved to leave it behind. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was something about this school that bothered him enough to get under his skin and pick at his insides like needles. It didn’t make much sense, after all, Auradon Prep was perhaps the most prestigious high school throughout all of Auradon, a school for the children of heroes and royalty - as well as anyone else that had somehow snookered a place inside the school - there shouldn’t be any problems with it, and yet coming here always left a sour taste in the back of Toshi’s mouth as if he had just eaten something that tasted good at first but the aftertaste was horrendous.
Sighing, the young adult shook his head and leaned against the wall, arms folded as he scanned over the grounds of the school, waiting for his cousin to arrive. He had told her to pick what they could do together over the phone before arriving. He still wasn’t sure what Honoka would have in mind, but no matter what he was sure it would be entertaining.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:46:29 GMT -5
Bramble Hickory Cervine Son of Bambi & Faline
Despite being given a few weird looks, Bramble chose to ignore them. It wasn’t as if no one else at Auradon Prep had some...unusual pets. Bella practically had a new bird to throw away every week, so what was really all that strange about Bramble walking Spring and Summer around school grounds? Sure they were skunks, but they were harmless. Just cute cuddly critters, it wasn’t as if anyone had any reason to be afraid of them. Besides, he had them both in harnesses, Bramble knew how to walk a pet skunk or two.
Besides, something like his triumph at the stables earlier called for victory skunk walking.
What was this victory in the first place?
Getting approval from an actual, real cowboy on his new cowboy boots.
Bramble glanced down at the boots covering his feet. They really were magnificent, weren’t they? Brown and detailed, and not to mention authentic enough for an actual cowboy to approve of the boots.
Bramble had gone to the stables in search of a cowboy or a cowgirl to show his new boots off to and lucky for him, Milo had been there tending to Stix. It had been a little hard to get his attention but after lifting his leg up and placing it in view the cowboy seemed to get the idea and had told him right out that he liked his boots. That was all Bramble could’ve asked for, and so of course he had gotten excited about it and gushed about boots, hats, and all the western movies he had seen to Milo.
After a few minutes of cowboy talk, Milo had told him his boots looked good and left to catch up with Millie.
If that wasn’t a victory, Bramble sure didn’t know what was.
So after that he had done what any reasonable person would’ve done and gone back to his form to fetch his two skunk children so he could walk them victoriously around the school grounds in his authentic cowboy boots, which was exactly what he was doing right now, even if there were a few weird looks from random people as he passed by. It didn’t matter, he was far too overjoyed right now to care what the other Auradon royalty thought of his boots or his skunks for that matter.
He was on his way to becoming a fully fledged cowboy, and nothing was stopping him now.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:46:58 GMT -5
Gi Wilhelmina Peace Daughter of Warren Peace & Go Go
Generally, Gi believed fire to be a good thing. Nothing wrong with a few flames after all. However when it was in the detention room and growing, fire might not be the best thing out there. It wasn’t her fault though, really, she had been unfairly shoved into detention alongside Toby just because she happened to be there when Toby had fallen through the window. He wasn’t hurt...bad, and it sure hadn’t been Gi’s fault, so when some pompous know-it-all kid had smugly told her that she was following in her father’s footsteps and that he should’ve been thrown to the Isle, things got a little...heated.
Really though, who could blame her? That guy was egging her on.
”Gi, the fire’s spreading.”
Toby’s voice brought Gi out of her thoughts as she turned to look at the scraped and bruised fox boy, turning her attention to the fire shortly after. The annoying kid’s desk had lit up in flames by now, and the fire was quickly spreading. Mr. Bruno had stepped out before hand to deal with some kids outside, it was just them now. ”Well look at that, it is growing,” Gi agreed with Toby, nodding her head.
Toby looked at her for a few moments, eyes wide. ”What are we supposed to do?” He questioned, clearly rather concerned about the fire than Gi was.
Gi shrugged rather casually, placing her hands in her pockets. ”I dunno,” the girl told him simply. Fire had never really bothered Gi, she was fireproof after all, so the chances of fire ever causing her any problems were rather low. Though of course that didn’t mean everyone else in the detention classroom were also fireproof, that could prove to be a bit of a problem. ”Isn’t there a fire extinguisher around here?” Gi questioned, looking back over to Toby.
Toby’s eyes widened at the idea. He quickly nodded and ran a fast as he could out of the room, returning soon after with the fire extinguisher in hand. ”I’ve got it!” Toby cheered, running forward to give it to someone more capable only to trip on heaven knows what and slide right to the window. His hands slipped and the fire extinguisher fell through the window, landing below. Toby gulped, peering his head out the window to watch it, a small chuckle escaping him. ”heheheh...oops.”
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:47:27 GMT -5
Jensen Wilde son of nick and judy
”Gotta be faster than that if you wanna catch me! Come on, carrotbutt! I thought zebras could really run!”
The voice of Jensen Wilde echoed throughout the otherwise empty hallways of Auradon Prep as he frantically ran down the hall. His heart was racing and adrenaline was pumping through his veins, the thrill of this chase keeping a giddy smile on his face and burst of laughter slipping off his tongue. Clutched in his hand was a rather shiny and polished pocket knife that looked like it was taken care of with the utmost respect by the owner. The owner who happened to be Dhoruba Grant, a girl known for a temper and known to not be afraid to use said knife on anybody who angered her. Which, after this, Jensen was probably gonna get stabbed. But did that matter to him? Nope. In fact, he was quite curious to know where he was gonna be stabbed at. In the arm, leg, somewhere else? Honestly, getting stabbed would make for a pretty cool scar. Maybe she’d stab him in the side, right in an organ. Okay, internal bleeding wasn’t fun, but it would cost him a trip to the hospital, and he could only begin to imagine all the mischief he could get in at a hospital. Once he was all stitched up and no longer bleeding to death he could slip away from his bed and sneak into some medicine cabinet at the hospital. He could grab some sleeping medicine here and there and then sneak them into some random person’s drink. Nothing to hurt another patient, no, just enough to mess with them. Jensen wouldn’t intentionally kill or maim somebody else, nah, but he’d totally be down to heck with them in some way or another.
He was knocked out of these thoughts when Dhoruba’s voice caught in his ears. He slowed his pace just a bit to turn and look over his shoulder, a wily smirk pulling at his lips. ”You’re gonna regret this! As soon as I get my hands on you I’ll-”
”You’ll what?” Questioned the rabbit-fox with a bubbling laugh as he continued running down the halls. ”You’ll never catch me! You’re slower than those DMV sloths!”
An angered huff came from the zebra. ”I’ll skin you alive for this.”
Once again laughter came from the rabbit-fox. He turned to look over his shoulder one more time. ”I’ll bite your finger off if you do that. Might even eat it, too! Then you’ll be down a finger, so have fun with that!” Right as he turned to look back to what was in front of him, Jensen realized all too late that he was barreling toward a turn in the hall. Unable to fix this upcoming mistake and miss the wall, Jensen found himself ramming right into it with a loud thud! A shock ran through his entire body at the impact, the breath knocked right out of his lungs. Somehow it was possible for even more oxygen to leave his lungs as he fell to the ground.
A groan slipped from his lips as he stared up at the roof. Even if he wanted to he knew he couldn’t get up, his body was stunned and wouldn’t let him move a muscle even if he tried. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was his time to die. Death by an angry zebra. Or he would get off easy and just be stabbed. Then he could go the hospital and mess around there. Yeah, that’s what Jensen wanted. He wasn’t ready to die just yet, he still had a lot of things he wanted to do with his life before that time came.
As these thoughts danced around his mind he suddenly felt his body being jerked forward as a hand reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. The pressure hit against his throat, breathing suddenly becoming a bit hard as he was pulled up and confronted by the very obviously angry zebra girl. Even though he was in quite the pickle now he managed a lopsided grin. ”H-hey, mind putting me down?”
A noise that Jensen had never thought could come from a zebra came from Dhoruba. It was something like a growl, low and deep, dangerous. Fear trickled down the rabbit-fox’s spine, but he remained his wily self even as he attempted to find his breath. ”Why should I do that?” Replied the daughter of Dhahabu and Raha.
Jensen barely managed a shrug. ”To show how kind and compassionate you are?” His voice rose at the end of his statement, turning it into more of a question.
Dhoruba’s eyes narrowed. ”I’ll show you just how nice and compassionate I can be. Now give her back!”
”Her?”
”Mtoto,” she huffed as if Jensen should know this or something. ”My knife.”
Oh, right, the knife. As if he could weasel his way out of this one Jensen managed to move his hand behind his back, giving a weak attempt at hiding the knife. ”Aha, what knife? I wouldn’t dare carry around a weapon at school, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The equine girl really had enough after that little move. Jensen found himself being pulled up even more off the ground and before he knew it he was slammed up against the wall, Dhoruba’s face now only a few inches from his own as she snarled, ”Don’t play stupid, you know exactly what I’m talki-”
The only explanation for what he did next was instinct.
Faced with either getting beaten into a pulp by a zebra or getting away, Jensen naturally chose to get away.
While Dhoruba had been snarling in his face Jensen had used the opportunity to strike. He leaned forward and, as hard as he could, bit down on Dhoruba’s cheek. Of course the girl reacted as anybody else would and pulled away, but Jensen was holding on for his life, literally. He was taken with her as she stumbled forward, but he soon fell back and was pulled apart from Dhoruba. Knowing he had the time he paused for just a second to see the damage he had done and couldn’t help but grimace; a good chunk had been taken out of the zebra’s cheek, fresh blood welling up and already running down her face. Oh, yup, he could taste blood in his mouth now from where he had dealt the damage. Maybe his rabbit side wasn’t too happy about the taste, but the fox side didn’t mind as much. But right now wasn’t the time to go on about that.
Quickly wiping off some of the blood that had gotten on his mouth Jensen cleaned up his face before sprinting on once again. He pushed on forward, making himself run as fast as he could as he headed for the boy dorms wing of Auradon Prep. It took him only a minute or two to make it, and as soon as he did, he beelined for his room. Jensen barely stopped himself from crashing into the door, but he managed to not do that and quickly opened up the door, ran inside, and locked it.
Now in the safe confines of his own room, Jensen let out a long sigh of relief. He slumped down to his knees near the door and continued slumping until he was all the way down on the ground, face on the floor. ”Ahahaha,” he huffed. ”I don’t even need a knife, why did I do that?”
Maybe you should have asked yourself that before stealing one, Jensen.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:48:01 GMT -5
Noah Jayden Wilde Son of Nick & Judy
Listen, Noah had a perfectly good reason for why he was currently hanging from the ceiling, wrapped up in ribbon, in his beast out form...or at least half of it, just like good ol’ Zootopia. He was going full out furry and there was a very good reason for it. Honest.
It had started out simple enough, with Noah getting the great idea to prank Benji. Nothing harmful, just moving his pillow up and down automatically whenever he tried to lie down. Unfortunately, Noah didn’t actually know how to do that and Mochimax hadn’t been that much help either, so Noah had been left to do this alone. Naturally it had led to failure and instead of the pillow going up, he had. Any reasonable person would’ve freaked out and beasted out if they were suddenly in the air, right? That wasn’t his fault for crying just a little and turning into some weird rabbit-fox wearing clothes, right? He was going with no for now, that answer made him feel better.
The boy squirmed around slightly, long russet red rabbit like ears dropping down as he tried to wiggle himself free. However any attempts to do this were made in vain and Noah didn’t budge. ”Good job Noah, this is exactly what you wanted to do,” he hissed out at himself, a low growl itching in the back of his throat. This was it, the universe was sending down some pretty big vibes here that Noah’s pranking days were over. No more hand buzzing tricks, or whoopee cushions, or anything else. Noah had to give it all up, it was the only way.
Noah sighed, nose twitching slightly as he looked up to the ceiling. ”...Universe, you uh, you out there?” Noah questioned weakly. ”Will you let me go if I promise to give up all my pranks? I promise I won’t trick anyone ever again for anything, so long as I can get out of here, okay?” Noah paused, letting the promise sink in for a moment before he continued. ”Do...do we uh, do we have a deal?” Noah questioned, head tilting slightly to the side as he awaited an answer or at least a sign from the universe. However as the minutes dragged on, it became pretty obvious to him that he just wasn’t gonna get that sort of help. ”Thanks for nothing you stupid universe!” Noah shouted up at the ceiling, moving around again in the ribbons as he tried to free himself.
”When I get outta here, I’mma slug you, you big, stupid, universe,” Noah threatened as he wiggled his rabbit shaped body around. ”You hear me? I’m gonna slug you real ha-“ Noah paused mid sentence, the gleam of his phone catching his attention and slowly a sneaky smirk spread wide across his visage as his eyes locked down on the phone sitting on Benji’s bed. He had forgotten about it as soon as he has zoomed up to the ceiling, but seeing it there, waiting oh so patiently for him, gave Noah an idea.
”Hey Mochimax!” He called out to his phone, resisting the urge to chuckle as the all too familiar beeping noise came from his phone as Mochimax turned on. ”Mochimax, call Jensen,” he ordered. Jensen might not be able to help, but he did share a room with his brother, if anyone could come to his rescue, it would be him.
”Okay, here’s what I found on the web for ‘mall jail son’” Mochimax replied back.
Noah rolled his eyes, squirming around a little more from his place hanging from the ceiling. ”Ugh, no, I said call Jensen,” he repeated, stressing out the words this time in hopes that Mochimax would get the gist.
Mochimax was silent for a moment, and then...”Okay, playing ‘Call Me Maybe’ by Carly Rae Jepsen,” came the reply from his phone, and just like that, the song began to play and Noah screamed quietly in distress.
Why was if that out of all the phones out there, his had to have the Mochimax that couldn’t listen?
Okay, third time’s the charm. Noah let out a small sigh, gritting his teeth slightly as his ears flopped back down and his eyes closed. ”Call. Jensen.” There, he couldn’t possibly be more clear than that, could he? Even his Mochimax had to understand what he was trying to say, right?
Noah held his breath, waiting as Mochimax imputed what he said and...”Calling grandma.”
”What? No! How’d you get grandma from Jensen, anyways?” Noah cried out, struggling even harder in his attempts to escape the ribbons that had so tightly wrapped around him. This was not going according to plan.
He struggled and fought to free himself, wiggling around the best his rabbit shaped body could do. If he could just free himself before his grandmother picked up, then this whole thing could be avoided. Come on Noah, just get free.
”Hello?”
It was too late.
She answered.
Noah closed his eyes, inhaling sharply as he sighed, finally accepting his fate. ”Hey Grandma, it’s me...Noah,” he explained, calling out to his phone. It wasn’t too far off, hopefully he was close enough that she could actually hear him.
”Oh, hello Noah, what are you up to?”
Noah paused, looking back up to the ceiling for a moment before he dropped his head back down, letting the blood rush back to his brain as he let out a small sigh. ”Oh, nothing much, just...hanging around.”
The call lasted a few more minutes with Noah practically shouting to the phone so his grandmother could hear him. However soon enough, his grandmother had to hang up and the call came to an end.
Once it did, Noah sighed and relaxed his muscles as he looked around the room, having given up on getting out of the ribbons. This was it, his new home. He’d live here, grow old here, and eventually even die here. He had officially accepted his fate.
That is until Jensen ran into their room with a knife, looking half scared to death, however in the moment Noah was too happy to care. ”Jensen! Thank the universe!” Sorry universe for hating on you just a little bit ago, Noah totally didn’t mean it. ”You’re here! Ahaha! Hallelujah, now can you please untie me? I’m a little st-“ Noah cut himself off, only then noticing everything about Jensen, down to the knife in his hands. ”Dude, what’s with the knife?” Noah asked.
Because yes Noah, that’s what you asked your brother that looks like he just stared down death in the eyes and won.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:49:11 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
"Toshi! Over here!"
Practically out of nowhere, Honoka skidded around the corner, ferrets on her shoulders and her glasses askew. She was grinning, though, so this was probably because of her haphazard time management skills and not due to any sort of trouble. Although that couldn't be ruled out either, honestly.
The girl came to a sharp stop in front of her cousin, nearly falling from the sudden halt, but still smiling, and wrapped him in the biggest hug she could manage for her size.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to talk to a teacher about something and they wouldn't stop talking." It was the truth, really. She'd fallen asleep again in English class, which led to the invention of some excuse or another to the grumpy old bat in charge of the whole scene. She realized it was bad to sleep through class, but was it really? English class was pretty unimportant, after a certain point, wasn't it? It wasn't like they were actually going to teach her how to be a better scientist by comparing themes in some fairytale.
After a moment, the dark haired girl pulled away from the hug, adding. "But don't worry! I have something awesome planned for today, if you're up for it?" Or rather, she thought it was awesome. "...and maybe you can check out how far I've come with Maxie?" Honoka practically revered her oldest cousin's skill with robotics. and if he was willing to check out her own creation, she was more than willing to let him.
Maybe she was overwhelming Toshi with all these options, she had no idea, but she couldn't help it. It seemed like it'd been forever since she'd seen her family - or anyone from back home, save for Gi, Felicity, and Tangio - and she'd missed them.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:51:47 GMT -5
Toshiro Hikaru Hamada Son of Tadashi & Honey Lemon
While waiting for his younger cousin, Toshi had taken to fiddling around with the buttons on his shirt. Perhaps not the best habit, but it helped pass the time. Besides, buttons could be fascinating if given the chance, for instance thanks to him playing around with the first button on the shirt, Toshi quickly noticed that the strings were pulling out and the button might not last much longer. ”I’ll have to sew it back up...” He muttered to himself quietly, wincing at the memory of the last time he had attempted to sew a button back into place.
Toshi cast a quick glance down at his hands, examining them for a second. There were no cuts of course, though the memory alone was enough for Toshi to almost picture little bandaids covering every possible part of the skin on his fingers as they could. Perhaps it would be a better idea if he retired the shirt, saving it was likely beyond his capabilities and admitting to someone that he should not be trusted with a needle seemed like a bad idea.
”Aha!” Toshi brightened as an idea came to mind. He’d just invent a robot to sew for him. There, problem solved. Really it was a wonder that he hadn’t thought of that before now, it would make his life so much easier and it was so simple. Add that to the do list.
Which Toshi did, quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket and flipping to his notes where a tidy, organized check list stood. Muttering quietly to himself, Toshi typed the newest thing into the list. ”Invent sewing robot...named-“ a pause ”Carl,” he murmured quietly to himself as he finished typing it in. Well that was one problem taken care of, this was why he was a genius.
Just then the sound of Honoka’s voice calling out to him pulled him from his thoughts and Toshi quickly turned around just in time for his cousin to come crashing into him in a hug. The college student let out a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around her as well, hugging Honoka for a few moments before pulling away. ”It’s good to see you, Hono,” he greeted, ruffling her hair as he smiled down at her, glancing towards the ferrets for a moment to wave slightly at them before he put his focus back on his cousin. ”I’m sure whatever you have planned will be great,” he reassured her.
Honoka had quite a bit of energy, however after so many years of knowing her, Toshi had adjusted rather well to the behavior, it hardly phased him anymore. Whatever she had planned for them to do would surely be exciting. Then as Maxie was brought up, Toshi’s smile widened. Honoka’s project with Maxie was truly remarkable, it was hard not to be proud of her and her work. If Honoka wanted Toshi to give it a look, he’d be more than happy to oblige. ”I’d love to take a look at Maxie,” he added, grinning down at his much shorter cousin.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:52:17 GMT -5
Jensen Wilde son of nick and judy
Jensen was still laying there on the floor trying to catch his breath when he heard the unmistakable voice of his brother.
He remained silent for a moment longer, taking in breaths of air so his lungs could refill. How could he properly respond to his brother if he was gasping for air like some fish? Or, er, well, fish gasped for air when they actually were dying, and Jensen was trying to keep himself from dying. He had legit just bit the cheek of somebody that was going to pummel him into some poor fox-rabbit pulp. Sure, he had contemplated how interesting it would be to be stabbed, but dying? Nah, Jensen wasn’t ready for a committed relationship with Death yet. He wanted to take things slow. He’d like to take Death out to dinner first before getting into bed with him. Er, in the grave with him. Was that necrophilia? If he was dead and Death was dead...what did that make it? Did that make it okay? Okay, right now wasn’t the time for such deep thoughts. It wasn’t even nighttime yet, these sorts of thoughts had to happen after 3am, not now.
But anyway.
After a few more moments of taking in some much needed oxygen, Jensen felt recovered enough to roll over onto his back so that he could possibly glance over at his brother.
Naturally, he had expected his brother to be over on his bed or something, so when Jensen spotted his brother - who just so happened to also be in his furry, rabbit shape form - hanging upside down attached to the ceiling, well, the surprise that flickered in his green eyes was pretty obvious. But instead of doing the whole “I’m a good brother” thing, Jensen stared for a moment longer before bursting out into laughter. and concerned for you what happened?” thing he stared up at Noah for a moment longer before bursting out into laughter. ”What are you, some sort of bat? A spider? If you’re trying to be a spider you make for a real ugly one.” A pause. ”Not that you’re pretty as any animal. Hate to say it but the good-looking gene didn’t go to you, so now not only are you ugly, but you’re ugly and upside down.” Jensen really cared about his siblings, can’t you tell? ”Sure, I could help you down,” began the other rabbit-fox as he found it in himself to get up on his feet and stand, ”but I’m growing rather fond of you on the ceiling. I sure hope Benji likes this new installment to our room.” The older of the two brothers then gave a little hop as an idea sparked in his mind. ”We could install lights on you, turn you into a lamp. That’ll give you at least a little bit of a use.” Come on, Jensen, be nice to your brother, he doesn’t need your teasing. You wouldn’t be too fond of this if the roles were reversed and you were the one trapped to the ceiling, half beasted out, and wrapped in ribbon.
Now that Jensen was fully recovered from his literal run with Dhoruba, and now that his life was once again save, the rabbit-fox went along with life as per usual. With a bounce to his step that wasn’t quite needed, Jensen made his way over to the nearest bed and, without regard to who’s bed it even was, bounced atop it and started bouncing up and down, looking right at Noah. Hey, Jensen was short, not as short as his twin, but he was still rather short and if he could take a chance to get a better leverage in height, then he would. Besides, he wasn’t hurting the bed by bouncing on it, he did it all the time.
As he bounced he looked at his brother, head tilting to the side. Sure, he could get his brother down the old fashioned way, but what was the fun in that? Then he remembered that Noah had asked about the knife. Jensen had a knife.
Well, this wasn’t going to turn out good.
”You never know when you’ll need a knife. Like right now!” He pointed out. ”How are you gonna get down without a knife?” He questioned with something of a smug look crossing his features. ”Then again, I do like you hanging up there… But if you really want down, then I suppose we can work something out.” He glanced down at the knife in his hand. He had almost died for this thing, but the more he thought about it, the more it was worth it. Dhoruba was sure to kill him next time she saw him, but good thing Jensen was a master of stealth, or so he liked to think. Well, it was time to put this knife into use.
Jensen held the knife up and wiggled it around for Noah to get a good look at it. ”Wanna strike a deal? I get you down, you do something for me in return. What about it, huh?” Considering this was his brother and all Jensen wouldn’t do anything too harsh or embarrassing, he wasn’t a total jerk toward his family, but he couldn’t pass up this opportunity to see just how far Noah would go to get down. Though, if his brother, or any of his siblings really, had gotten themselves into a life or death situation - which hanging from the ceiling wrapped in ribbons didn’t seem to be life or death - then Jensen would help without any sly deals, but if Noah wasn’t dying then why pass up this glorious chance to do something like this? And this was a chance to see just how much he could get away with now that Jenny wasn’t here to stop him from going all out.
Now this was going to be fun. Time for Jensen Wilde to go all out.
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Post by ɨֆʟɛ օʋɛʀʟօʀɖ on Nov 4, 2018 0:52:48 GMT -5
Winslow Gadget son of wade and olivia
Why he was walking around the school with somebody known to cause trouble he had no idea. Why he was walking around the school with somebody known to cause trouble who also just so happened to be holding and caressing a death machine that he had made he also had no idea. But here he was, walking down the halls side by side with Stella Butterfly as she tightly held on to the death Roomba - which she was lovingly referring to as ‘Scutum’ - and going on and on about it. A part of him was quite proud that he had managed to create such a thing. Sure, he had taken an already assembled and working Roomba but he had practically built it into something else, something completely and totally different from the average cleaning robot. He had turned it into a ruthless, bloodthirsty beast, and that’s the part that scared him. Winslow’s pride over his creation was masked by the worry it caused him. If this thing got out and hurt somebody or destroyed something valuable… He really didn’t want to think about it. A part of him wanted to disassemble it, destroy it before it destroyed anything, but now that Stella had grown so attached to the thing he just simply didn’t have the heart to take it from her and toss it. And she seemed to be handling it rather well. Somehow. Winslow still wasn’t sure how she had tamed the bloodthirsty beast, but there it was, staying still in her arms like some loving house pet.
”What should I feed him?” Came the question that snapped Winslow out of his thoughts.
He couldn’t help but stay silent for a moment before finally finding the words. ”I, uh, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t eat. Unless plugging him in to charge counts as food,” he told the girl.
Stella didn’t seem satisfied with this answer. She took a moment, jaw tightening as if in thought before speaking up again. ”I tried feeding him a sandwich but he got choked on it. I guess he was pretty happy I saved his life because he cuddled up in bed with me last night. Should I feed Scutum something smaller?”
Winslow could tell she was serious about this. She wanted to treat this deathba like some sort of actual pet, and honestly, he also didn’t have the heart to tell her this machine of destruction wasn’t an actual pet. Maybe machines like this were pets back in Mewni, but not here on Earth. So rather tell her that, he found himself going along with it. ”Yeah. Something smaller would work. Like...like a little piece of cheese or sunflower seeds.” Surely the deathba would be able to suck up something like that. It was made for cleaning and Winslow hasn’t taken that function out when he had been working on it, so anything it could still suck up wouldn’t ‘choke’ the thing.
”Oooooooh, I love cheese,” Stella purred. ”Would ya like some cheese, Scutum? I can get you some cheese. That can be your breakfast tomo- Fire.”
What? That was random. Winslow blinked, turning a questioning look at the transfer student. ”What?”
With one hand gripping Scutum and the other reaching out to take hold of Winslow, Stella urged forward. ”I smell a fire! Come on, we gotta go see it!”
Panic gripped the young man. ”Listen, if there’s a fire we should be running the opposite direction and pulling a fire alarm. We can’t ju-”
”Fine, I’ll just go on my own then!” Stella hopped away from Winslow and leaned down, placing Scutum on the ground. She quickly turned the machine on, hopping on top of it like she did this on a regular basis. ”Come on, Scutum, let’s go!” And before Winslow could do anything to stop her, Stella was off, the roomba taking off faster than any regular roomba ever should.
Winslow felt his throat go dry as he stood there. If there was a fire he knew he needed to run and get somebody who was actually qualified to go check things out so the proper procedures could be seen through, but he couldn’t just let Stella go charging in on a fire like that. So against his better judgement he took off after the girl and her “pet”, heading straight for where the detention room was.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 4, 2018 17:16:21 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
Honoka made a face when Toshi ruffled her hair, wiping her hand over her hair to try to fix it a little. Then, she smirked and tried to ruffle his hair back. It was only fair, after all. He wasn't immune from the hair ruffling. No sir.
Well...except he was.
Try as she might, Toshi was a little too tall (or Hono was a little too short) to have his hair ruffled. Practically impossible, unless she grew a couple of inches and could reach the top of his head. But she'd been waiting 17 years for that and wasn't about to hold her breath. Instead, she stuck her tongue out at her cousin before returning to the topic at hand.
When he agreed to take a look at her robot, she beamed. Maybe she should just bring him to do that, instead? No...her children needed her. Or, her other children. The furry ones.
"What do you say to racing with Pocky, Scooter, Gizmo, and Gadget, then?" She asked, gauging her cousin's reaction. Sure, she could mean they were just simply going to see which ferret was the fastest, but that's never what she meant.
She meant racing them in RC carts, which she thought was a million times more fun, and her ferrets seemed to enjoy it, too.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 7, 2018 19:53:16 GMT -5
Trent Vito Rydinger Son of Violet Parr and Tony Rydinger
"Well..." A thump announced Trent's arrival, his bookbag plopping into the chair before the lanky boy dropped down into it himself. "The good news is, the cosmic yeet of karma has decided that we don't have to have that math test today, you know, the one I hadn't studied for?" He always started out with the good news when he broke any news to his his best pal. Benji was a true pal, there with him through thick and thin.
But good news always softened the blow of the bad news that followed the Rydinger boy around like a clingy girlfriend. "Bad news is, Miss Skullnick's arm is...incredibly broken."
Trent groaned and lowered his head to the table. "I should probably send her a get well card or something."
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 7, 2018 20:29:48 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
Like any good student of Auradon Prep, the son of Chief Bogo and Clawhauser had been working on some homework that really needed his attention. It wasn't due until another couple of days, but Benji had learned the hard way that if he didn't start on things early then it would all pile up into one huge mess that would then loom over him like some giant bear wanting to snap his neck. He didn't like that kind of stress, not one bit. Then again, who in their right mind would like that? Nobody wanted to be glared at by a hungry bear, especially when you more than likely smelled like syrup and pancakes.
Upon hearing footsteps coming his way, the big cat looked up. It wasn't long before a large, warm smile pulled at his lips as he noticed who had arrived - Trent Rydinger, one of his many close friends, if not his closest. Not that Benji ranked his friends on a scale or anything, why would he? All of his friends were amazing people and deserved the best.
As soon as his friend started to speak up that smile turned into something more reminiscent to that of a concerned frown. Benji knew where this was going. Or rather, he knew Trent's habit of starting something off with the "good news" and then leading off into the "bad news". Whenever something like this happened, which was a lot, Benji wanted to do all he could to cheer up his friend. There wasn't just a whole lot he could do other than offer to bake pancakes together or even somehow force himself to beast out so Trent could have something warm and fuzzy to cuddle. At least being from Zootopia meant it was a lot easier for him to beast out than others. Well, half-way beasting out was a lot easier than completely beasting out, but that was a whole other topic for a whole other day.
Pushing aside the homework he had been working on, Benji turned his full attention to Trent. "Well, here's to a few more days of not studying," he joked at first, hoping to lighten the mood before he added, "Or we could make her some get well pancakes. Do you think she'd like them?" Of course, that would be Benji's suggestion. To him, everything was made better by those fluffy little breakfast circles of warm goodness. "A get well card would work, too." Benji didn't want to make his friend feel like the card idea wasn't a good one when it was, but he always had to throw in the pancake suggestion. Always. It was his thing for a reason.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 7, 2018 21:50:06 GMT -5
Trent Vito Rydinger Son of Violet Parr and Tony Rydinger
"Maybe we can do both?" Benji's idea was pretty great, after all, even if Trent had no idea how many pancakes it would take to appease the cranky old troll. Maybe a card would soften the blow, if they ended up not making enough pancakes. "Hopefully the arm she uses to eat with wasn't the one that's broken." Trent didn't know what he would do if this situation got even worse.
And he did feel bad. He only occasionally meant for these things to happen, and only if he focused really hard, but there seemed to be no way to actually shut this aspect of his powers off. It was handy sometimes, and other times...not so much.
"I just...feel bad, you know? For c-" Trent paused as a teacher walked by, swiftly changing his sentence. "-ramming for her test last minute, I need to get my little problem under control." There, that was innocuous enough. The Rydinger boy did have a problem with procrastinating his work until the last minute, so that wasn't inaccurate, even if he would prefer to control the more problematic problem first.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 8, 2018 18:18:58 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
Trent had a really good idea there in suggesting both. What if Miss Skullnick preferred get well cards over pancakes? The thought in itself was absolutely absurd, but Benji didn’t want to risk it. He did actually know somebody who would much rather receive a get well card than a pancake, but the circumstances for that were understandable to the big cat. One of his Zootopia friends, Maya Manchas, actually couldn’t have pancakes. Well, she could, just not the normal kind of pancake. She needed a special kind of pancake, which Benji could make, but what was the point of a pancake if it wasn’t its usual beautiful self? Though the last time he had offered a pancake to the snow panther had been a rather...eventful encounter.
He had handed Maya a plate of freshly made pancakes, forgetting that she wouldn’t even be able to eat them in that moment. He felt bad about it afterward, that he had forgotten something that important, but he had been really excited about his pancakes, and had been even more excited to share them with friends. Instead of declining the pancakes Maya had taken it, looked at it for a moment, and then without missing a beat muttered, ”This circular flatcake could kill me so easily if it wanted to. I could take one bite of this and it would be my downfall, my untimely end. I’d break down just like the Roman Empire. No, not the Roman Empire, probably more like a stack of Legos. And then I’d end up stepping on a Lego and that would be the last thing I’d ever feel before succumbing to the cold grips of death thanks to anaphylactic shock, the tyranny of a Lego.” Yeah. It had been...something.
But anyway. Now wasn’t the time to think about that.
Benji put his attention back on Trent with that typical warm look crossing his rounded features. ”Yeah, let’s do both! Should we go buy a get well card?” An idea then flashed through his mind. ”We could make her one! We could decorate it and everything. Just figure out what she really likes, put it on the card, make it all pretty, and there you have it, a get well card! People like the ones you make for them better than the ones you buy. At least most of the time.” Would the math teacher even be into homemade cards? Benji had no idea, but he surely she did. Who didn’t like homemade things? Everything was better when it was homemade.
Despite what had really came out of Trent’s mouth, Benji had picked up on what he had meant. The Zootopian felt bad for his friend, he really did. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was to be somebody like him, somebody with super powers that had a mind of their own and then couldn’t even talk about it to the general public. ”We’ll figure it out,” Benji murmured, his voice low yet with an underlying promise there. ”You’ve got me, right? Together we can study for this test and ace it no problem.” Of course by that he meant Trent’s more concerning problem, not the math test. Yeah, the test was important, but even then some things did take priority over academics.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 9, 2018 2:08:35 GMT -5
Hugo Tsuneari Hamada Son of Tadashi Hamada and Honey Lemon
Man oh man, was it weird being back at Auradon Prep. Sure, he'd only graduated the semester before, but he wasn't even going to pretend that he was happy to leave. He'd made some nice friends here in Auradon City, okay, but he'd missed home. He'd missed his family - or the family that wasn't also there - and honestly, Auradon Prep kind of creeped him out.
And that was hard to do. Hugo was a very brave man.
At least, it took a very brave man to do what he was currently doing. Or a stupid one. Whichever one it was, it was something, because this was happening.
"IF SHE BREATHE...!" He called out, yet again. The youngest Hamada boy had been wandering campus for a while now, shouting memes into the wind. Why? He was looking for his girlfriend. And if there was one way to summon Fawn, it was by shouting memes. Or bad puns. But nothing pun-worthy had happened yet, so he had to default to memes.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 9, 2018 2:55:29 GMT -5
Trent Vito Rydinger Son of Violet Parr and Tony Rydinger
Trent thought about this problem for a solid minute. Did they make her one? Buy her one? A handmade card might be a little too cheesy for something like a teacher. But a bought card might be a little impersonal? After all, he felt awful about indirectly breaking her arm? And he couldn't just be rude about it.
"Maybe we can just buy her one, then write a nice, heartfelt note in it?" He guessed out loud, kind of going for a middle ground. "That way, we don't just lamely buy her a run of the mill card, right, but we also have more time to make the pancakes?" It made sense to him, really.
At Benji's reassurance, though, Trent gave his friend a warm smile. He really was the best, wasn't he? Whenever the Rydinger boy was having a rough break with his superpowers, Benji was right there to help him fix things and make him feel better. "Thanks, man. Really. This test's gonna be a lot easier with you helping me study." It was a lot easier dealing with the fact that he was a literal human jinx when he had a friend to lean on.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 10, 2018 16:27:44 GMT -5
Fawn Cervine daughter of bambi and faline
Maybe it was time for her to stop, but it wasn’t every day she found an absolutely amazing patch of red clover along with some conventionally placed white oak acorns. It was a literal patch of heaven for the daughter of Bambi and Faline. Even if she hadn’t been all that hungry before finding the spot she knew she couldn’t just leave this opportunity. What if she never got the chance again? She had to take it now or she might just end up hating herself for the rest of her life, and that was something she didn’t want to do. There were a lot of things that Fawn could do with and to herself, but hating her wasn’t one of those. Besides, she didn’t like to hate anything, even her very own self. Hate had always been such a strong word for her. Why did people throw it around so carelessly like they did? It didn’t make sense to her. Then again, the opposite of hate was love, and Fawn loved a lot of things. Why was she okay with the word love when it was just as strong as hate? Maybe because love, to her at least was a positive thing whereas hate was negative. It was always better to accept the positive things than the negative things. That was her reasoning at least. Maybe other people had different opinions - of course other people had different opinions on this - but that was how she thought about it.
When it came to love she knew for sure that she loved this little patch of clover and acorns she had come across. How much had she snacked on by now? She wasn’t even sure, she just kept pulling up handfuls of clover and adding in the acorns that were around as well. Of course with each handful she would thank all the nature spirits and gods and goddesses out there for blessing her with such grassy luck. If she didn’t do that then she was just taking from the land without truly appreciating what it was sacrificing. Though Mother Nature probably wasn’t too fond of Fawn just sitting there taking handful after handful of grass. That grass was probably needed for more important things than a deer girl without any self restraint chowing down.
There wasn’t much that would have pulled Fawn from this, but there was something very particular that would. Memes. Despite already being some weird nature-loving art deer memes had been thrown into the mixture to create a rather interesting cross. So when not only did she hear a meme be yelled out around campus, but that meme being called out in a familiar voice, Fawn was on it. She actually managed to pull herself away from the clover patch and shot forward, heading to the origin of the voice. She had to finish the sentence. The meme wasn’t complete and it was up for her to make it whole.
Running straight to the source of the voice, Fawn spotted her boyfriend Hugo Hamada after a short sprint from clover patch to meme source. Taking a deep breath, she soon answered the call with, ”She a thot!” And then with the grace of a rhino that had taken one too many shots the daughter of Bambi lost her footing and fell forward, face planting straight into the ground without missing a beat. And deer were supposed to be graceful, nimble creatures. Supposed to be.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 10, 2018 16:28:28 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
Luckily for Trent Benji was not the type to get annoyed or angry or anything when his initial plans weren’t accepted. He totally understood that not everybody was going to see things the way he did or that everybody was going to think that what he thought was amazing. Okay, maybe he didn’t understand people who didn’t like pancakes just because they didn’t like them, but that was a different story for a totally different time. At least he didn’t judge people who couldn’t eat pancakes because of dietary reasons, but not liking pancakes just because? Now that was blasphemous and Benji was offended.
But anyway.
Trent’s idea made total sense. Buy her a card that was already made, simply add a heartfelt note to the inside of said card, and then have even more time to work on the perfect pancakes for her. It was a genius plan, and Benji was glad that Trent had thought of it on the spot like he had. He himself probably wouldn’t have come up with such a good idea, so he was glad that his friend had.
The big cat perked up even more, beaming at the suggestion, a warm glint shining in his honey brown eyes. ”Yeah, yeah, that’s a great idea!” He practically purred. Luckily for him cheetahs could actually purr despite being classified as a big cat. Benji wasn’t sure what he would do if he couldn’t purr. That would just make him one big sad cat, and Benji really did not like being sad. He much preferred being happy and cheerful than anything else. ”When should we go get the card?” He then asked. His schedule wasn’t all that busy later, so if Trent could manage they could go and pick something out later. ”I even have some spare change for it if we need!” Cards weren’t expensive, but unlike a lot of Auradonians Benji wasn’t a prince with an endless fortune. Trent wasn’t, either. If anything they were just the average run of the mill kids. Well, Benji was. His parents were cops. Trent’s parents were superheros. Or his mom was. It was probably really cool to have full on superheros as family. Or it probably was until the whole magic thing happened and people started lumping super into “magic” even if Benji didn’t see it as magic. He didn’t understand how people saw it as magic. Okay, maybe he could a little bit, but it wasn’t magic. Magic and superpowers were two totally different things and he would stand by that.
These thoughts were pushed to the side when Trent spoke up about the “math test” again. Another purr slipped from the pancake loving feline. ”You know I’m always here for ya when solving for x becomes real scary,” he teased lightly. And he really was there for the other guy. Over the time that they had been friends Benji had grown into the role of what was pretty much an emotional support animal for Trent, and honestly, he loved it. He loved being able to help his friend out even if that meant just being there for him and letting Trent pet him on the head - which wasn’t weird at all, he was just a cat after all. Okay, maybe it would be a bit weird if Benji was full on human getting head pats, but that wasn’t the problem here. Either way, human or beast, Benji was there for his pal. He liked helping other people out even if he didn’t always know what to do, but he tried, and that’s what mattered in the long run.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 12, 2018 5:27:46 GMT -5
Trent Vito Rydinger Son of Violet Parr and Tony Rydinger
People could call petting Benji's hair weird if they wanted to. Trent found it comforting, really, and as someone who got stressed as easily as he did, having an emotional support best friend was an absolute blessing. Even now, ruffling Benji's black and platinum hair, the Super found himself stepping back mentally and taking a breath.
He grinned, then, at Benji's tease. "Hey, x can be pretty scary, but not as bad with the best bro in the world helping me out." With that momentarily somewhat sort of solved, Trent forced his mind onto the problem at hand.
"We can go now, if you want!" Perhaps a little too eager to get out of studying make things right with their teacher, Trent rocketed out of his chair with all the grace of a drunken buffalo on roller skates. As he moved, the Rydinger boy felt a sharp twinge in the second joint of his left pinky toe and knew it was going to be a bad time. Before he could stop it, his energetic flailing to get out of his seat had flipped the coffee he'd been drinking off the table and onto his leg.
Yelping at the sudden searing heat, Trent tried to ignore it. As he ducked to pick up the paper cup his drink had been, he prayed for the burning in his eyes that was bound to follow and - yep - there it was.
Right as he found a $10 bill on the ground.
"Hey, Benji, do you think anyone around here lost like...ten bucks?" It was only the right thing to do to try to figure out if belonged to anyone. Although if his power worked like it always did, then nobody would claim it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 12, 2018 16:43:46 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
The head pats weren’t beneficial to just Trent. No, Benji enjoyed them a lot as well, and honestly, he loved having his head pat. It was more than likely just the big cat in him showing, but hey, it felt nice and he enjoyed it. He didn’t like it when his friend was all anxious and nervous and stuff, but that’s usually when most of the head pats happened. Then again, he still got a lot of head pats. Poor Trent just had a lot of stuff happen to him, and if Benji could stop it all then he would. Even if that meant no more head pats ever. If it meant Trent could be happy for the rest of his life then Benji would give up every head pet he would ever get in the future.
The sad thought of no longer having head pats aside, Benji perked up when Trent went on to say that they could head out now. He still had some homework to finish up, but that wasn’t due until a few days anyway, he had plenty of time to go out and help his buddy find a get well card for Miss Skullnick. It wasn’t like his homework was hard anyway; all it really was was the stories and histories of all the Auradon heroes and what they had to go through with their associated villains. Just to, you know, remind everybody that villains were evil and deserved to be on the Isle. Oh, the villains totally scared Benji. He had never thought that a sheep would scare him as much as Dawn Bellwether did, but he knew all about what she had done and it was pretty terrifying to think that any creature could be so cruel. Despite being scared of the villains he still couldn’t help but feel bad for them. They had all been tossed over to the Isle and would never get to enjoy the taste of a pancake ever again. And the kids they had would never get to try them out...which was really sad. Honestly, Benji wasn’t sure which fate was worse - never eating a pancake again, or never having one at all. Probably the first option. At least with the second option they never knew what a pancake tasted like and therefore couldn’t miss the taste.
Benji was torn away from these rather depressing thoughts when a yelp tore through the air. He couldn’t help but wince back as if he shared the pain that Trent’s leg was going through. He shook his head and pulled himself together; right now wasn’t the time to think about how he felt, this was about how Trent felt. ”You okay? Should we get you some new pants before we leave? I can wait if you wanna go change. Maybe get something for that burn,” he added with worry in his words. They couldn’t just go to the store while Trent was suffering from this burn now could they? Of course not! There wasn’t much Benji could do about a burn other than suggest running it under some lukewarm water, but it was better than nothing.
Once again his thoughts jumped around when the topic was changed, this time to a random ten dollar bill on the ground. Leave it to Trent to find it. At least it was good luck this time? Yeah, good luck.
The son of Chief Bogo and Clawhauser took a moment to think. A lot of people walked around this particular area, so that meant a lot of people could have dropped some of their money. ”Should we try to find who it belongs to? ...Though I guess asking somebody if the money belongs to them would be hard… Anybody could say they lost it, right?” He didn’t want to think people would lie about that, and he didn’t want to just take the money either, but what could they do about it now? Maybe Trent had an idea.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2018 23:13:33 GMT -5
Toshiro Hikaru Hamada Son of Tadashi & Honey Lemon
Was Honoka trying to ruffle his hair? Toshi couldn’t help but smile slightly at her attempt, even if it was fruitless. Toshi was lucky enough to have inherited his parents height, and Honoka...well let’s just say that Toshi’s cousin might be small in size, but her personality more than made up for it. ”You tried,” he told her, pausing for a moment to consider an idea. It wasn’t really needed, and was probably more along the lines of teasing his shorter cousin than anything else, and yet Toshi couldn’t quite resist.
So for extra measure, he ruffled her hair again.
Finally done teasing his poor cousin, Toshi placed his hands on his pockets as he listened to Honoka explain her big plan for them today.
Ferret racing.
Well that was certainly...unique.
”You want to race your ferrets?” Toshi asked, figuring a little bit of confirmation might be needed, just in case he had misheard Hono. ”How...” Toshi paused for a moment, cupping his chin with his hand as thought about it. ”How exactly are we going to do that?” He asked curiously, since he doubted they were just going to pick ferrets and let them race on their own while cheering for their victors like back in the good old days when worm racing was a thing.
No, Hono wouldn’t think that simple. If she wanted to race her pet ferrets that meant that she had a plan, and that meant that there was something else in mind, and that meant that this was bound to be more fun than worm racing.
Though Toshi would also like to add that worm racing was fun and he’d have to politely argue with anyone that said otherwise. You just didn’t know the joys of worm racing until you tried it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 12, 2018 23:15:57 GMT -5
Noah Jayden Wilde Son of Nick & Judy
With Jensen’s insistent teasing, Noah felt himself go warm underneath all that fur. Yeah sure, he had ended up on the ceiling...somehow, but did that really mean he had be so ruthlessly teased like this? Apparently it did so long as he had Jensen as a brother. Man he missed Jenny, why couldn’t Jensen have gone to the Isle instead of Jenny? Jenny would’ve helped him down without calling him ugly.
Oh right, he should probably say something equally mean to Jensen, shouldn’t he? Yeah totally, and Noah totally could too, because he was a total sass master. Definitely, 100%. ”Yeah well...like you can talk, you uh...you smell, yeah that’s it, you smell bad, Jensen,” that was an insult right? Smell was an important thing. Plus it was the best that he could think of and Noah was the best at snarking people, obviously, so that means that his insults were the best. Yeah, Jensen totally smelled, that would get to him. Ha.
”And you know what else, Jensen?” Noah asked, as he just wasn’t done quite yet. ”One day karma is gonna bite you right in your furry butt and when that happens, I’ll laugh,” Noah told him with a frown. ”I’ll laugh so loud that even people on the Isle will hear it, and I’ll laugh just like this-“ the rabbit-fox paused for a moment, clearing out his throat as he prepared his wonderful, spiteful laugh. ”Ha ha ha.” Truly the works of an evil genius, Noah. Now that was how you cackled. ”Then you’ll regret being so mean to me right now,” Noah continued, sending his brother a pointed stare, trying to show just how angry he was.
Though, maybe Noah shouldn’t actually be insulting the person with a knife that was about to get him back on the ground where he belonged. Yeah, that was probably stupid of him, good going Noah, you complete idiot. He should probably apologize for that. Get on Jensen’s good side and all.
So with a sigh, Noah bowed his head in defeat. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You don’t actually smell...well you kinda do right now, but you don't usually smell, don't take it personally, I know how hurtful my insults are,” he apologized, giving Jensen a mournful nod of his head as if to indicate just how sorry he truly was. After all, Noah was positive that he probably hurt Jensen’s feelings with his super slick burn, he had to set this right before Jensen decided to just leave him hanging from the ceiling like some sort of furry chandelier.
Noah remained quiet for a few moments longer before sighing again. ”Also, I’m sorry I said I’ll laugh when karma decides to take a chunk out of your booty, I wont actually laugh, I’ll be nice, I promise,” he added, figuring he should also probably clear that up. Though, when it did happen, would Noah be laughing internally? Oh yeah, definitely, he just wouldn’t be doing it out loud.
Unlike certain Wildes, Noah knew how to be nice.
Shaking his head slightly, Noah then focused on the knife that Jensen had gotten out. He wanted to cut him down with that thing?
Now it was at that moment that Noah thought to actually look over the knife. It had sharp, clear edges, the kind of edges that would probably slice through four whole watermelons no problem and could very easily cut off Noah’s own rear end, his beloved buttock. His cotton tail crowned tushy.
Although it would get him off the ceiling, was it really worth the risk?
Clearly Noah had a decision to make here, one that would determine everything.
”Do it,” he told his brother, a flash of determination in his eyes.
This was it, the moment of truth.
Would he make it back to the ground with or without his posterior?
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 14, 2018 4:15:13 GMT -5
Jensen Wilde son of nick and judy
Jensen really needed to work on being nicer, but he wasn’t going to do that. That required a lot of effort that he didn’t want to put in. He’d put effort into other things, just not the effort that needed to be put in to being nice. Besides, he would much rather be the person he was right now than some stuck up nice person. Yeah yeah, Auradon was supposed to be some fun, happy place where everybody was just oh so good and cheerful and nice all the time. Jensen didn’t like that. Maybe he wanted to be dark and destructive and broody sometimes, or maybe he just wanted to steal some random zebra’s knife and bite a chunk out of her face all while being on Auradon. He liked Auradon and didn’t want to be sent off to the Isle, but he wasn’t about to sit around and act like some goody two-shoes. He wanted to be bad and destructive. He wanted to be the person everybody feared as they tucked themselves into bed at night. He wanted people to start saying, “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let Jensen bite”. Because he was coming. He didn’t have his twin to hold him back any longer and he was ready to bite. He was going to have a cool theme song like that scary shark did in the movies. Jaws. He was going to be like Jaws, taking bites out of people whenever he could. But he wasn’t going to be just Jaws, no, he was going to be Jawsen the man-eating rabbit-fox and people better watch out. Oh yeah, he had a lot of plans now that Jenny was gone and couldn’t stop him.
A sharp laugh came from the eldest son of Nick and Judy when he heard his brother throw some weak insult at him. ”Brother, brother, my dude, my man, my tiny little junior, you’re obviously mistaken your own hideous scent for my own. I make sure I’m always smelling fresher than a patch of wild lavender. Ya know, I smell so much like fresh lavender that bees try to collect nectar from me. Which is, honestly, a bit weird, but not as weird as that one time I was licked by a hummingbird.” The rabbit-fox paused in his words for a moment as a shiver ran up his spine. Ugh, he had never realized that a bird as small as a hummingbird would even have a tongue. That opened so many thoughts that he had never considered before. Maybe he should already know the answers considering he came from Zootopia, but he wasn’t some walking encyclopedia of animal knowledge. But that still left him to wonder if ants or other bugs had tongues. And if they did have tongues...what did they use them for? Now that was a scary thought, even scarier than Jawsen. But anyway. ”You’re the one that stinks, Noah. Those who get stuck to ceilings do not smell good.” And that was just a known fact.
While his brother spoke up again Jensen managed to keep himself quiet. He listened, tried to keep a straight face, but ultimately failed once his younger brother got to the whole “evil laugh” part of his little speech. ”Those poor people on the Isle that hear your laugh will go deaf. Do you really want to cause an entire island of people to lose their hearing? Maybe you really are a true evil mastermind, Noah. Maybe you really are,” he sighed, shaking his head all the while with a crooked grin plastered to his face. Still on the bed he started to jump up and down upon it once more, green eyes narrowing as he took in the scene of his brother’s odd predicament all over again. ”To be honest with you I’m surprised karma hasn’t sunk its teeth into this sweet, sweet rabbit-fox booty yet. It’s a shame, really, I’m sure my butt tastes just as nice as I smell.” As if he were checking a watch he brought up a hand and looked down at his wrist. A ’tsk, tsk’ slipped through his teeth. ”Man, karma really is taking its time, huh? Such a shame. Maybe its intimidated by my butt. You got any ways on making your butt less intimidating? I know you do in that tiny little brain of yours because your booty is pretty lackluster and frankly boring.” Not that he made a habit of looking at his brother’s bottom or anything, but when it came to living with any number of siblings you just so happened to find yourself somehow staring at things you probably wouldn’t want to. Like your sibling’s butt. Sometimes it just happened.
The moment his brother decided to apologize was the moment Jensen shot a hand up to his chest and grabbed at his shirt like somebody would do when they felt like a heart attack was coming on. He drew in a deep breath of air, an odd inhaling noise coming from the rabbit-fox as he let himself fall dramatically onto the bed he had just been jumping on. ”Did the great and almighty Noah Wilde really just apologize to me? Oh, I’m so honored! I feel so loved and so dear! You have no idea how much this means to me. I could just bow down to you and kiss your feet right now, but,” he gasped, pushing himself up as fast as a jackrabbit and getting back to his feet, ”dear Noah is stuck to the ceiling and therefore I possibly can’t bestow him in the true gratitude he deserves. If only there was a way to get him down! If only we had a knife, if only…” With that he dramatically held up the knife had had previously stolen, a glint of triumph lighting up his green eyes. ”Well, how convenient that I just so happened to have this knife here!” He gave a happy little bounce on the bed as he eyed his brother once more, nose twitching as he sized up and figured out how he was going to do this. Eh, did he really need to think about it? He was sure he was an amazing knife thrower. He had to be - he was amazing at everything.
”Here we go!” Jensen called out, actually kind enough to give out a warning before pulling back and bringing himself forward, releasing the knife from his hand and, wide-eyed, watching as it flew through the air. He was expecting it to go straight through the ribbon that was attaching Noah to the ceiling, but as he watched the knife falter through the air and away from its primary target, Jensen couldn’t help but stand there and stare, nose twitching wildly.
Well, maybe today was the day he’d get to see a knife sink straight into his brother’s flesh. He should really be worried about that, but he wasn’t. A little stab from a flying knife never hurt anybody.
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