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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 13:22:08 GMT -5
Miso Wisteria no Ginger Daughter of Wasabi and Magenta
"You know...when you think about it, isn't it kind of dense for you to come to the beach?" She'd met Honoka on her way to the beach, and naturally a conversation had struck between the two. It just didn't make sense to her, the smaller girl coming along to the beach. Did she plan to just stay away from the water? After all, electrical things messed up in the water, or at least submerged in water.
The genetic make-up of the video game kids was something Miso thought on at an almost daily basis. Were they people? Robots? They weren't holograms, that was for sure, because she'd actually touched the various Hamada siblings at some point. But was that just because they were half people? How did that work?
At Hono's questioning look, the taller girl elaborated. "Can you touch water? I mean, I've seen you drink water and stuff, but swimming and stuff? I've never seen you swimming or anything and it's been 17 years. Can you even swim?" She needed to know, now, for scientific curiosity. But should she even ask? What if something bad happened? That was one way to ruin a beach party, accidentally shorting out your already short friend.
Ha...shorting out the short kid.
Maybe she shouldn't ask, that'd be pretty rude, right? Right?
"Look, if you're so curious about it, I can just-" Nope. Before she could even finish her sentence, the muscular girl had grabbed the nerd by the collar of her shirt. Which was some pretty good reflexes, born from years of doing exactly this. Just as Hono had started moving, Miso had stopped her, or at least stopped her somewhat because the much smaller girl was still trying to make an attempt to get to the water.
She was already digging a track in the sand.
Miso picked her up to cause less harm to the beach sand, because there was no stopping Hono when she got started, even though this only caused her to start wiggling around and trying to get out of her grip.
"Stop-screwing-around-what if you get-zapped?" Why the hell was this midget so hard to keep hold of? "Seriously, have you lost your mi- Oh! Hey, Gi!" At the sight of their other friend, Miso completely lost track of her mission, dropping the Hamada girl into the sand to wave at the fire girl.
Besides, Hono didn't seem to mind being dropped too much, laying in the sand, holding her stomach and laughing, just barely managing out a choked, "Oh shit, whaddup?" to her.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 13:37:00 GMT -5
Saros Mateo Butterfly Son of Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz
"Round two, Bea! Show it who's boss! Come on! ¡Puedes hacerlo!" Saros had never actually been to a real beach before. He'd been to Lava Lake Beach plenty of times, yeah sure, but not a beach with like...water. And apparently hostile crab critters that needed to be thrown down with. He was expecting some sort of party, but not a party with combat.
Auradon was endearing itself to him more and more with every passing day.
The boy princess waded out into the water without a second thought, reaching his hand out to the smaller girl. "Quick, help me find another crab to fight, detective. That one's long gone but this one can send the message back." Of course, Saros had the good sense to realize that there wasn't some sort of enemy crab conspiracy that was threatening to take over Auradon -- but it seemed like his little mouse friend needed some encouragement. And maybe seeing a crab getting beaten up would help her feel better, just a little. It was a party, she deserved better than to give up on life in the world's largest pool.
She just needed to see a crab get it's butt kicked, was all.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 14:54:23 GMT -5
Colton Penley Slade Son of Copper and Penny
"Please, just...give me my hat back? You can keep the sandwich, I just want my hat." It was supposed to be one of the best nights of Colton's life, and here he was, being bullied. The dastardly thugs were eyeballing him, their beady eyes gleaming greedily as they considered his plea. He felt as if he were standing in front of the gates of Hell, awaiting judgement, and these rats decided his fate.
Then the seagull that wasn't holding anything squacked at him and they flew up into the safety of the nearest palm tree.
"Ma'am...or are you a mister, I don't know much about birds, but I don't mean to offend you, but you didn't give me back my-" He was interrupted by a loud chorus of screams from the tree. "Oh okay sorry I'll just be um...on my way then..." Mumbling a quick apology, the dog boy tucked his metaphorical tail and fled the scene, pulling out his phone when he felt it buzz with a message.
Talia was almost here.
Well, that was an upgrade on the day. Even if he had just been robbed of his favorite hat, he at least had the fox girl to talk to, and that would brighten any situation. She might even help him get his hat back. If she didn't succeed, then they could probably find Talia's sister, Val, and ask for her help. And Val wouldn't fail. She'd cuss those birds out something special, with words Colton wouldn't ever dare use, and those birds would feel so shocked and rotten then they'd drop his hat.
They could seriously keep the sandwich, though. He wasn't gonna eat it after bird beak had been on it.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 15:12:03 GMT -5
Tuchulcha Haagenti Lucitor
Daughter of Tom Lucitor and Heckapoo
The demon girl's expression brightened when her best friend started singing along. This wasn't unusual at all, but it didn't mean that whenever it happened, it didn't lift Tuchu's spirits. And she knew spirits. And hers were pretty dang high. "...nothing could tear us apart..." Was she concerned about Stella choking? Slightly, but she'd survive. Stella had gotten herself into a lot of dangerous situations and came out of them just fine. This weird-ass water beach wouldn't defeat her.
"...'til the day you broke my heart, and now it's..." She left the big ending of the song to her bro in butterfly armor, instead continuing to strum on her sweet skeleton ukelele. She thought she was pretty good at it, to be honest, and if she wasn't intent on becoming a well-known DJ, she'd totally drop everything to be a songstrel. After all, Hex had the whole "king of the underworld" thing down pat, and she didn't care about that anyway.
Could she be a DJ/songstrel mix? Had there ever been a princess song in Mewni that was played on...well...not a lute? She couldn't play the lute, which she thought was pretty stupid, because she could play the guitar and ukelele, and the flute, which wasn't a string instrument but rhymed with lute, which totally counted. She'd even asked for lessons from Ruslana, but the lute just kind of sucked.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 15:45:30 GMT -5
Cinnabeth Gingiella Orangboar Daughter of Crumbelina di Caramello and Gloyd Orangboar
So, you know, maybe getting into a staring contest with a bird of all things wasn't the best way to pass the time. But she was really early, and she had nothing better to do. Besides...did birds even blink? It was kind of one of those things that Cinnabeth never considered until she was stuck with nothing else to think about. Or well, nothing to think about that she wanted to think about.
Like going to the beach party with a certain blue haired boy.
But that wasn't important - well, it was, but not at this current moment - what was important right now was figuring out if this stupid bird blinked or not.
Her eyes were watering, and the horizon was still far out of her grasp. Kind of like trying to lick your elbow. You could try all you want, but it forever evaded you, unless you were a freak of nature. Was she a freak of nature? She was tempted to try to lick her elbow to confirm whether she was or not she was, but a voice broke her out of both the staring contest and thoughts of bizarre natural anomalies.
"Oh! Hiso! I-uh..." Cinnabeth liked to brag that nothing could catch her off guard. She was calm and organized and always on top of her life. Today all of her social skills just sort of...told her to suck it. "Hey! Are you ready to go?" There, she could just change the subject and not explain why she was staring intently into a bush. Not that she thought her friend would judge her on this, he was really sweet and understanding. Plus, this probably wasn't the weirdest thing he'd ever walked in to anyone doing, so she had that going for her. She just had to be cool. Which would help, if she actually knew how to be cool. She tried to sort of...gather her thoughts while she waited for him to answer, messing with a strand of her hair with all thoughts of birds and blinking gone out of her mind. Except not.
"Weird question, I know, but uh...do you think birds blink?" Talk about a conversation starter. Honestly, she shouldn't be so weird about this. She'd hung out with Hiso practically every day of their lives from the time they were created, racing together and causing trouble. It was just weird without the rest of the gang simultaneously hanging out with them, because that technically just meant it was the two of them, and the two of them meant this was??? Not a date, because no one had mentioned that, but still. Jesus, she needed to get her shit together.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Mar 30, 2019 15:58:49 GMT -5
Danica Rhea Fagin Daughter of Dodger and Rita
The dog girl rolled her eyes when her boyfriend just...stopped walking altogether. It was only for a second, and he'd made his point. Not that she was about to let him sit on his victory. It wasn't a victory until she won, and that was final. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him mockingly, not slowing her pace and walking backward to face him. "Saber Payne Rowe, I know you didn't just stop." There was no actual anger in her voice, and she was trying her hardest not to grin at him. It was pretty hard to scold him when they were on their way to something as fun as a beach party. "I will drag your butt to this party if I have to." That was a theory for another day. Could she drag Shock around? She wasn't exactly strong...or even remotely athletic. But neither was he, so maybe? No, she didn't need to challenge him to that today. He'd dig his heels into the dirt just to prove a point.
"Besides, since when have you ever been the kind of person to slow down?" He wasn't very social, that was true, but "slow" wasn't a word she'd ever use to describe him, either. Stubborn, yes. But not slow.
Also, should she be concerned with walking backwards? She was doing pretty good at it, truth be told, but this wasn't something she did normally. Should she stop? Play it safe? Mmmm...nah. If she fell, that was a problem for future Dani, not her.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:24:37 GMT -5
Gram Gesner son of grace and barry
To be fairly honest here Gram was still confused that somebody had even come up to him in the first place. He could have expected somebody like Millie or Milo to come up to him, they had all been dragged out to this weird beach party thing, but one of the last people he had expected to see come even close to him was who was now standing right there in front of him with a cat in hand. If Gram has known Merlion was going to actually talk with him he would have tried to make himself look a bit more presentable or something. He would have brushed out his hair or something. He could have put on better clothes than whatever he had on right now. Gram would have had put actual effort into how he looked today if he had known Merlion was going to start up a conversation with him, but here he was, probably looking like some kind of gross, washed up cow that hadn’t seen a brush or bath for days. Which, just to make it clear, he washed up daily. He wasn’t a heathen like that. But still, he was sure he was a sight for sore eyes right now and not in a good way.
See, Gram didn’t have any qualms with how he appeared when it came to most people. He didn’t care if he was covered in mud, manure, and sweat when talking to people, but there was something different when that person was Merlion. He didn’t know much about the other guy, had yet to really say much to him either, but he had noticed Merlion in a few classes here and there. He had noticed that the wizard boy was cute and his mind had stuck with that. That was why he was so useless right now and so antsy about his overall appearance. What if this ruined any chance to get to talk to Merlion again? What if this ruined any chance at friendship with the guy?
Actually, maybe he needed to stop this particular train of thought. He knew he could be friends with other people, and he knew he could make as many friends as he wanted, but going on about how Merlion was all cute and that there could have even been a smidgen of a crush there was a bit awkward when he put into perspective that he already had a girlfriend. Connie was amazing and wonderful and he honestly enjoyed being around her even if he didn’t find her sandwiches to be the best in the world. Which spending time with her and his opinion on her sandwiches did not go hand in hand here, but Gram wasn’t even following his own thoughts here. To water it all down he knew he shouldn’t be thinking somebody else was cute when he already had a significant other. Well, he could find other people cute and attractive as long as he didn’t act on any impulse, and he totally wasn’t going to do that, but still. It felt awkward to be all “Dang, Merlion’s cute” when he had Connie.
Ugh, all of this was just plain confusing. This was why he didn’t do the whole people thing unless he needed to. Maybe after this was all over with he would just go back to being a cow and lay out in a field for a good ten or so hours. Maybe a buzzard would think he had died out there and start eating him. It would probably hurt to be pecked apart by carrion birds, but that would be okay. Couldn’t hurt any worse than social embarrassment. Besides, he’d get to watch crows and buzzards fight over his intestines. That was cooler than embarrassment, too.
Okay, he needed to stop it. He had to pay attention to Merlion. He was talking, saying something that was probably pretty important. Now wasn’t the time to go off and wonder about if he would be seen as a meal for buzzards.
...Though, what did his intestines even look like? Did he have intestines that were more human like or cow like? He knew he had four stomachs, but other than that was he more human or cow on the inside? He would say cow, but there was always the off chance he wasn’t.
Did he even have intestines?
Okay, get it together, Gram, that was a dumb question, even for somebody like yourself.
Fortunately he hadn’t missed a lot of what Merlion had just said. He was able to jump right back into the conversation with a shrug of his shoulders, hoping to keep his cool. Honestly it was a lot easier to not get all flustered over finally talking to Merlion when he kept the thought of Connie in the back of his mind. Maybe that was a bad sign, but Gram wouldn’t have any idea if it was or not. ”I guess not a lot of other people can do it, which I don’t see why not, it’s pretty easy. Been able to do it since I was small,” he admitted rather easily, not seeing any reason to hide any of this from the other guy. There wasn’t any point in being scarce with answers. He stood there, watching as Merlion circled around him like some kind of predator. He kept his gaze on him, watching to see what he might do. Gram didn’t feel like he was in any danger, and as a cow he was pretty dang capable of fending for himself, but he was still a prey animal and being vigilant was natural instinct.
Before Gram knew it surprise formed in the pit of his stomach - well, stomachs. Magic? He wasn’t magical. He could shift from human to cow without anything stopping him or keeping him from doing as much, but magic? He didn’t have any family whatsoever that was magical. ”I wouldn’t say I’ve got any magic now,” he started. Being magical had never really crossed his mind, and he was sure that wasn’t the case here. He just knew how to fully control his beast out form, that was it.
The thoughts on magic left him soon enough whenever Merlion reaches a hand out toward him. He eyed the hand for a moment before reaching out to clasp it with his own, giving a harsh enough shake before letting go.
It took a lot of willpower to not internally scream about how he had pretty much just held Merlion’s hand.
”Gram Gesner, son of Grace and Barry.” That didn’t sound impressive at all compared to who Merlion’s dad was. Did anybody even know who Grace and Barry were outside of his family? Probably not. ”We’ve had a few together I’m sure.” Yeah, he wasn’t going to say how he knew for sure they had had classes together before because that would mean he had kept up with the son of Merlin more than he probably should. ”Nice finally getting to talk.” That wasn’t weird to say, was it? No, no, that was a perfectly acceptable thing to say to somebody else. Gram had heard people say that all the time, he was sure he was safe on this. If he kept this up then maybe he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself around Merlion and all would be good. Then he wouldn’t have to completely sacrifice himself to the buzzards.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 5, 2019 2:25:25 GMT -5
Stella Butterfly daughter of star and marco
Whenever Stella got the chance to perform the most amazing duet with her most amazing friend then she was for sure going to drop whatever she was doing to play out the dramatic duet. Even if she was choking on sea water and spluttering about like some kind of blubbering idiot, she was going to make sure this duet display was seen completely through. She couldn’t leave Tuchu hanging, especially not after she had obviously made a such a grand display of starting up the little serenade. Stella was a lot of things, but if there was one thing she wasn’t it was a gross, bad friend that ignored serenades. Choking on ocean water could forget it, she was seeing this all the way through even if it killed her in the end.
Ya know, dying would be interesting. Not that she wanted to die or anything like that, but the whole concept of being dead was just...interesting. If she died, did that mean she would get to be a ghost? Ghosts were awesome and really cool, like amazingly cool. They got to run around and go through walls without the consequence of running into them and getting a bloody nose and a black eye. That had happened to Stella a few times here and there. Every time she had tried running through a wall to prove that she could be a really cool ghost never worked out right. The wall always stopped her, which to be honest, was very rude of the wall. It needed to learn how to be nicer. Any wall she had tried running into would let her lick it, but going right through the wall was an entirely different story. That was why she needed to be a ghost. Could she be a ghost but also not dead at the same time? Maybe that was something she could ask Tuchu. Tuchu lived in the Underworld, she was bound to know all about that sort of thing.
Ghosts aside Stella needed to focus on the important thing here.
She was still spluttering here and there, but she was recovering from her near death ocean experience. She could at least get out the last bit of the song without sounding like she was on the verge of becoming a ghost herself. ”Too little too late,” she finished in the softest, most melancholy tone she could muster but still have it loud enough to where Tuchu could hear the words. As they fell off her tongue she kept reaching out for her friend, moving ever so closer to the demon girl. She had finished the last actual words of the song, but Stella had yet to get to the very end of the song. But she had an amazing finale planned already. Well, it probably wasn’t going to be amazing as in sparkles and unicorns and stars everywhere, but Stella was still excited about what she had in mind. If anything it was a lot better than drowning in a salt watery death.
Coming up to stand right in front of Tuchu, Stella grabbed her friend by the arms and pulled herself up until they were eye to eye with one another. ”Ooh-oooooh,” she whispered in as dramatic as a whisper she could manage before sticking her tongue out and licking Tuchu right across the face like some sort of disgusting heathen. Stella had been excited about that. Licking her friend was always a good way to end their little duet, and honestly, Stella was always looking for a chance to lick people and things. She was always looking for a chance to lick stuff, which honestly got her in more trouble than not. Like that one time she had licked a psychology catapult and before she knew it not only was her tongue on the catapult, but she was inside the catapult as well and had been launched into the distance. She had landed in a tree where a nice little family of birds resided.
Well, they had been nice until she tried making friends with them and the biggest bird out of them had attacked her. Stella had come home with a lot of new bruises and cuts that day, but boy did she have a story for her friends and family.
Long story short, Stella probably needed to stop licking people and things, but that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. She was a serial licker and nothing was going to change that.
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Post by . on Apr 18, 2019 13:45:57 GMT -5
Diego Manuel Volar Son of Dulce and Migs
It was time for his song.
Diego grabbed a tortilla from the counter - a cheap store bought one (his homemade tortillas would be disgraced if he were to use them for shenanigans) and rolled it into a vaguely cylindrical shape. To top it off, he threw a spoonful of peanut butter on the end.
Once his masterpiece was complete and he stood up straight and cleared his throat as he stared out at his adoring fans. In reality, he was staring into the mirror of the dorm bathroom, but nobody needed to know that. He was show ready in his space unicorn underwear and a towel hanging over his shoulders like some cape. Dramatically slicking back his wet hair, he began to sing.
”Oh, Eggo, my loveggo. I like you more than potago. You’re so waffleggo And I need you to knoweggo. That you will always be my loveggo, Eggooooooooo.”
By the time he sang his last line - as loud as he could, naturally - he was on his knees with his bare chest pointed at the ceiling in a dramatic finish. He stayed there for a second or two, listening to his imaginary audience scream as her serenaded the empty Eggo box on the bathroom counter.
He stood up and grinned, beginning to brush his hair. Once he headed back to his room to get dressed, his eyes landed on the clock. He mumbled something under his breath as he realized the beach party was already starting and he had plans to hang out with Pastora there. He scrambled to dress quickly in a sleeveless blue shirt and some shorts and slipped his feet into a pair of sandals before figuring his messed up hair was good enough. He’d likely end up in the water anyway.
He rushed to leave his dorm, practically running into Mira when he got outside. ”You’re in a rush. What? Late again?” The young princess asked, her arms crossed as she looked over at him.
”Yeah,” Diego admitted, rubbing the back of his back. He looked down, unable to meet her eyes.
”And why’s that?”
”My Eggos needed a song.” It sounded childish when he had said it out loud, but his adoring fans had been asking for him to sing to the waffles that deserved the world.
Mira chuckled and shook her head. ”Go on.” She jerked her head towards the beach and Diego grinned. He knew he didn’t have to get permission from Mira to do stuff, but she had done a lot to keep him out of trouble for years. He owed it to her to give her at least some respect.
He waved to her, running backwards for a moment, before turning around and dashing for the beach. He had just reached it when his foot caught on a branch, and he made a dramatic show of tumbling into the sand below. Despite a couple cuts on his ankle from the branch, he was mostly fine. He just let his head rest in the sand as he stared at the branch and uttered his typical line. ”Mi vida es un chiste.”
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Post by . on Apr 24, 2019 11:37:50 GMT -5
Talia Val Tweed Daughter of Tod and Vixie
Maybe Jo was right. Now that Talia had actually made and gone through with the decision to go out and do something, she was already starting to feel a bit better about it. Colton was a lot of fun to hang out with, and maybe she’d be able to slip away from the party without inconveniencing him too much if she ended up not enjoying herself. Still, it was hard not to enjoy herself when Colton was around.
Confident that her text had given him enough warning, she made her way down to the beach and crossed her arms for a moment, surveying the area for the boy. She didn’t see him at first, but forced herself to keep looking instead of texting him to ask where he was.
She did spot a boy that looked somewhat like him, and she began to approach him. He turned to talk to his friend, however, and Talia could easily see that he was not the boy she was looking for. She turned away, suddenly feeling less sure of herself. When she did turn, however, she spotted Colton and her entire face lit up at the sight of her boyfriend. She started to jog towards him.
”Colton!” she called out, glad she found someone she could talk to instead of standing awkwardly on the beach as she tried to find who she was looking for. She slowed when she reached him. ”What’s wrong?” she asked, her smile fading a bit as she looked over at him. ”Did something happen?” she hated the idea of something happening to Colton.
She would fight anyone that hurt him. Well, she wanted to fight anyone that hurt him. Unfortunately, she was a small girl and didn’t have the attitude to back up the talk that some people had. She could only hope, and really hope, that nobody had hurt him. Because then she’d have to fight and she wasn’t good at fighting. She’s probably get snapped in half and then have to die knowing that she wasn’t able to fight for Colton.
Yeah, someone hurting him was definitely not a good option. On the other hand, she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt him. He was a good boy, and there were very few people that Talia would describe as good. For being the “good” place to live in comparison to the Isle, many of her classmates were far from being saints.
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Post by . on Apr 24, 2019 11:51:21 GMT -5
Saber Payne Rowe Son of Shank and Pyro
Shock raised an eyebrow, fighting an amused smile as he kept his eyes on his girlfriend. ”Danica Rhea Fagin,” he mocked, his hands falling to his hips and his voice rising in pitch. ”You couldn’t drag me if you tried,” he said. Though Shock didn’t like to be the one to underestimate his girlfriend, she had tried before and not been successful. ”Now, do I need to teach you a little about patience?” he asked.
He didn’t wait for an answer, because he didn’t need an answer. He already knew that he was going to offer her a very important lesson. ”See, Dani, I’m a big boy. That means I can do what I want,” he said. He stopped walking, but pushed it even further. He never broke eye contact as he laid down on the ground. As soon as his shoulders hit the ground, he felt water seeping into his shirt.
Even with the cold water uncomfortably licking at his inked up skin, Shock didn’t attempt to move. He just folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the sky. ”Hey, Dani. Look at that cloud. Looks like a duck, doesn’t it?” he asked, nodding to a vaguely triangle shaped cloud. How he got a duck out of it was a good question. Had he even seen a duck? Slaughter Race wasn’t exactly known for its pristine natural preserves.
He finally looked over at her when she spoke again and he shrugged his large shoulders. ”I dunno. My game’s pretty fast paced. Sometimes us video game kids need to chill. Just... don’t look at the Sugar Rush kids for an example. I swear, they’re all like three year olds on a sugar high.” And Hiso had once approached Shiv and Shock about some candy cult they ran.
”Plus, maybe you should be careful,”Shock pointed out, watching her walk backwards. ”I used to so that. I was pretty good. Until... the accident.” He stared dramatically into the distance, reliving the accident. Yes, he had to be overly dramatic about the time he tripped over the curb and had to get stitches in his neck... and a tetanus shot. Honestly, there were probably other shots he should have gotten after getting his skin cut open in a place as dreary and dirty as Slaughter Race, but he was still alive and that had happened when he was 15.
He looked over at Dani, still perfectly relaxed in the puddle that was now getting his shirt quite soaked. ”Now, have we learned our lesson in patience?”he asked. Shock wasn’t the most patient with most people, but those he cared about got to see a completely different guy than most people did.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 24, 2019 12:58:58 GMT -5
Tuchulcha Haagenti Lucitor
Daughter of Tom Lucitor and Heckapoo
The first thing Tuchu did, obviously, was return the lick from her best friend.
It was simple social skills. You didn't get licked by someone, and then not lick them back. If it was an aggressive lick, then you were letting someone else assert their dominance in the situation, and that sucked. If it was an affectionate lick, then you were just being rude by not returning the lick. And being rude to Stella wasn't something she really wanted to do. Not only was it not nice, because they were best friends, but also because Stella needed to be licked back. That was how things worked.
Once that was out of the way, she got down to business. "I don't know about you, but I think our performance was pretty solid today." She judged, flopping back down onto the sand without any sort of attempt to break her fall or land easily. It was chill. Sand was chill. It wasn't exactly Lava Lake Beach, but this beach was pretty dope too. It had water, not lava, and she was pretty sure that meant that the kids didn't have to wear special suits to enjoy it. If they did, though, either no one came to get into the water, or they'd all come woefully unprepared.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Apr 24, 2019 13:10:06 GMT -5
Colton Penley Slade Son of Copper and Penny
Fate was being awful to him. All he wanted was his hat back. That was all. He didn't ask anything more from the birds than just the safe return of his personal belongings. That wasn't too much to ask, right? After all, it was his hat in the first place. These rotten ol' birds were the thieves here, not him.
At the sound of Talia's voice, though, he perked up a little bit. He couldn't help it. She automatically just kind of made this terrible situation better, and he was glad she was here. Ever since they were a lot smaller, they'd known one another, and it was great. You couldn't ask for more than that, a friend and girlfriend that you'd known for forever, and were real comfortable around.
She could fix this.
"The dang birds stole my hat, Tally." Subconsciously, Colton's hand moved to pull the brim of his baseball cap down over his eyes, like he always did when he was upset.
Oh right. He didn't have his hat.
Dang birds.
"Stole my sandwich, too, but that's long gone, I just want my hat back, ya know?" His hat was special to him. Well, all of his hats were, but this hat was special special, even among his special hats.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 25, 2019 19:57:39 GMT -5
Stella Butterfly daughter of star and marco
What could only be described as a very happy little purr came from Stella when her best friend returned the lick. To most people being licked by their friend was probably deemed as weird. Even back on Mewni it could be seen as questionable, and if something was questionable even on Mewni then it was probably actually pretty weird and shouldn’t be done or even accepted, but Stella honestly didn’t care about what anybody else thought. If she wanted to lick her best friend then she was going to lick her best friend, and she was going to lick her good too. There was no way Stella was going to leave Tuchu hanging without some kind of amazing lick that would possibly even declare Stella as the master of licking. Or maybe even the goddess of licking. That would be a fun title to have. The goddess of licking. Would she have to do something extra cool to become a full on goddess? How did somebody go about becoming a goddess? Did she have to go through trials to reach that status? Going through trials made sense to her. What would the trials be like? Maybe they would start really low level. Maybe she would have to start off by licking something like a blade of grass, which she could totally do with complete ease. Licking grass was below even child’s play for her. She had probably been licking grass even while she was in the womb.
...Was that possible? Stella didn’t think it was possible, but what was the fun in something being impossible? For all she knew it really was possible to lick grass while still just chilling in the womb as some kind of weird plant licking fetus. Maybe Tuchu would know the answer to this extremely important question that Stella now had.
There was no hesitation or second thoughts in Stella’s mind as she launched herself off the ground, into the air, and then right down on the poor body of her friend. Once situated on top of Tuchu the Butterfly girl curled up like a cat on Tuchu and peered right down at her friend with round amber-brown eyes. ”Pssst, Tuchu,” she started, her head tilting to the side as she kept an unblinking gaze on her friend. ”Do you think I could become a licking goddess? And also, do you think when a baby is still in their mom’s belly they can lick grass?” With the question asked Stella then rolled right off her friend and plopped down onto the sand beside Tuchu. She let out a little breath of air as she lay there now looking up at the sky.
Stella lay there in silence for a moment before she turned her head to look over at her friend and partner in crime. ”This beach is weird, huh? Where’s the lava?” And then as if she hadn’t even asked that question Stella jumped right back into her whole thought process with the licking thing and becoming some kind of masterful licking goddess.
”Do you think I could be a licking god? There’d be trials to do that, right? Like, it would start with me licking grass to prove I’m really interested in this. Then it would slowly get harder until I’m doing something extremely weird like licking weird Earth stuff off somebody’s face while they’re thinking of five million different ways of how they could die right then and there. I could do that. I’d lick anything off anybody’s face if I could be the ultimate licker!” That’s when an idea popped into Stella’s head and she jumped up onto her hands and knees like some animal. ”Would you wanna be a licking goddess with me, Tuchu? We could lick each other forever then and it would be our jobs! I think that would be really fun.”
Letting out something of a purr like laugh, Stella then plopped right back down on the ground, smiled, and then closed her eyes as she lay in the warm sunlight against the sand. ”Yeah, our performance was amazing. Before ya know it we’ll be the next Love Sentence.” With both her and Tuchu they would make an amazing boy band. Or would it be girl band? Yeah, probably girl band, but they’d be amazing at it and become just as famous as the original Love Sentence. It would be amazing, and Stella couldn’t wait to become part of the world’s next biggest thing with Tuchu.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 26, 2019 17:25:38 GMT -5
Zodiac Doric-4-7 son of jake and lucybelle
Also sorry for this reply but unless we want the rps to die somebody’s gotta do this. So here we go pt2.
He had heard talk of there being a beach party today. It hadn’t appealed to him as much as it did other people, but he had been intrigued when he had first heard about it. A part of him had felt like getting out and going - for the few years he had been attending Auradon Prep he had actually never been to the nearby beach - but another part of him simply wanted to stay in and enjoy the day to himself. What would he do at the beach anyway? He wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of water if he was being honest, and sitting around in hot sand all day wasn’t the most thrilling idea to him. But despite all that Zody had packed a small beach bag for himself, and he had even added a few things in there for his sisters since he knew if he went out to the beach they would follow along. If they weren’t already out there. Vez and Juliet were far more social than Zody had ever been.
There had been a period earlier that morning where he had talked himself into going. It was right after he had packed the bag, and he had decided that if he was going to get everything packed and ready he might as well go, but that whole thing didn’t last very long. Not even five minutes after he had decided he was going to go to the beach had he discovered a book that he must have brought from home and had misplaced until now. Or perhaps one of his sisters had shoved it somewhere to hide so he wouldn’t ever find it, that seemed like a Vez and Juliet thing to do. Despite his sisters having more than likely hidden it away from him, Zody had found it and it was safe to say that the alien cat threw away all plans of going to the beach to read the book. How could he not read it? It was about space and as a literal half alien Zody knew a lot about space. It was one of his favorite things. And maybe the book wasn’t entirely about space, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that this book was about some random girl being made an entire galaxy’s empress despite there already being a royal family because generations ago her so many greats grandfather bought a star. There was also an anarchist cult out to kill anybody considered royalty. But all of that was in space. This whole thing being set in space made it so much better. Maybe it could have happened in some other setting, but a space setting was the best setting and Zody would fight for that. He would fight and lose because he sucked at fighting but he would at least give it a try. But now instead of going to the beach, Zody was curled up in the floor with this book, already way too absorbed in it for his own good.
Of course, though, he was pulled right out of his thoughts by a loud fumbling at his door just when he was getting to a really good part of the book.
His door slammed wide open and instantly there was a duo chorus of, ”Zooooddddyyyyy!” entering the air. Before he could fully prepare himself he had the weights of both his sisters come crashing down on him as they body slammed into him. All air completely left his lungs and he fell limp to the ground, now merely a corpse that had just enough feeling left in his body to know he wasn’t actually dead but perhaps close if his sisters didn’t get off soon. To be fair, his sisters suffocating him wouldn’t be the weirdest near death experience he ever had. Zody still hadn’t completely recovered from the squash incident a few years ago.
Squash aside, there he lay with his two sisters on top of him and the life slowly fading from his body as he lay there limpless and unable to breathe well. His book was still open to the page he had been on, yet now he was never going to get to finish it. He was never going to get to know if the good guys would defeat the cult or how things would even turn out. Would any of his favorite characters end up dying or would they continue to live on and make due with the life they were given? He would never know because his life was coming to a crushing end.
”What’cha reading?” Came Juliet’s voice. Zody could feel her lean down until she was close enough to get a look at the words on the page of the book herself.
If he could answer he would, but it was pretty much impossible to do that when he was crushed by his sisters and all the air was still out of his body. Was he starting to get dizzy now? Yeah he was starting to get dizzy from lack of oxygen.
”I see something about a wedding!” Vez piped up, moving around atop Zody some more.
That’s when a snicker came from Juliet. Zody could just imagine the look of amusement on her face that would soon be followed by a - yup, there it was, a laugh from Vez because she knew exactly what Juliet was about to say. ”Is Zody reading wedding things?” Juliet purred. ”Are you getting married?” She mused.
It would be really nice if he could talk right now. Or breathe. Breathing would be nice too. He was starting to really get dizzy from this whole lack of oxygen thing.
”Who would marry Zody? He still sucks his thumb.”
Okay, to be fair, he didn’t. Honestly, he didn’t. Vez was just being rude.
A snort of laughter came from Juliet. She was bound to say something, but finally Zody remembered that he could still communicate with his sisters even if he couldn’t verbally talk. ”I was just getting to the best part! The cult leader was jumping out of the wedding cake!” … Those were going to be his last words. That was going to be the last two sentences he would ever say because he hasn’t even thought to tell Vez and Juliet that he was currently suffocating underneath them. Way to go, Zody. Way to go.
Before he could drift off into the land of the dead and forgotten, Vez and Juliet rolled right off of him and into the floor beside him on either side. Instantly he drew in a deep breath of air and coughed, spluttering as he caught his breath.
”You could have told us you were suffocating,” Juliet pointed out, using the telepathy the three of them had gotten from their alien halves.
Spanning it over to both her siblings as well, Vez mentally added, ”He was too worried about the wedding! I’d be worried too, I wouldn’t want a cult leader in my wedding cake.”
This seemed to get Juliet’s attention back on the book Zody had been reading instead of the fact that Zody had literally been dying underneath them. ”What was a cult leader doing in a wedding cake anyway?”
Finally having caught his breath Zody was able to verbally give an answer to his sisters. ”He wants to crash the wedding and kill the royal family. The wedding happening in the book is an arranged one between the new empress and the former emperor of the system. Now can I finish it?” He probably shouldn’t need permission from his younger sisters to read a book, but he could tell they were up to something and that it would probably be a while before he could get back to reading.
He watched as his two sisters gave each other a look. Yup, he wasn’t going to be able to finish this book today. They were about to drag him off to do something.
Without a single word being said, Vez and Juliet grabbed a hold of Zody and picked him up off the ground. No stranger to the twins doing this to him, he resigned to his fate and fell limp between the two. ”We’re going to the beach party and want you to come!” Vez chimed as the three of them neared the window.
Zody should have questioned why they were taking him to the window instead of the door, but the only thing that crossed his mind was the fact that he had a bag already packed since he had considered going earlier. ”I’ve got a bag packed on the bed, one of you should grab that,” he responded. Zody knew he wouldn’t be able to grab it in his current predicament so it was up to one of his sisters to do that.
There wasn’t a response given. The two remained silent even as they made it over to the window. Already Juliet was sliding it open, greeting the three of them to the outside world. ”Ready?”
Vez grabbed on tighter to Zody right as he felt himself being picked up like he was nothing more than a small sack of potatoes. ”Ready!”
That’s when it hit him what they were about to do.
”Wait wait wait wa-“ He was tossed right out of the window before he could do a single thing about it.
Fortunately he actually remembered he could float and wasn’t too panicked to not be able to help himself before he fell to the ground and became a shattered bone pile of alien cat. By the time he floated himself on down to the ground, both Vez and Juliet were coming on down from the window as well, Vez holding onto the bag Zody had prepared just in case he went to join in on the beach day.
”You could have just used the door,” Zody pointed out as his sisters walked on over, the two grabbing a hold of him once more as they started heading in the direction of the beach.
Juliet gave a shrug. ”It’s more fun if you use ways that aren’t doors.”
Zody supposed be couldn't exactly argue with that logic. With nothing more to say at the moment the three headed on their way, going straight for the beach for the first time.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 3:17:38 GMT -5
Gi Peace Daughter of Warren Peace & Go Go
There were very many good reasons why Gi would go to the beach. Building sand castles, meeting up with friends, show off her new swimsuit covered in fire designs, splashing around in the water and screaming in terror if the water was deeper than she had originally imagined. All very good reasons to head down to the beach party and have a good time.
However perhaps the best reason of all was to show everyone there that she was hot...in more ways than one. Sure she was also conventionally pretty attractive in her opinion, but at the moment that wasn’t the kind of hot she was talking about.
Walking through the growing beach crowd, Gi finger gunned the first people she saw as she made her way through. ”What’s up Hullabaloo? How’s it going, Clement? Up high, Asani!” Gi greeted one after another, watching as Hullabaloo sent a pair of finger guns back in response, Clement offered a timid smile, and Asani ran right up, hand flying in the air to smack her own hand in a burning high five before he continued on his way without stopping to say hello.
Which worked out just fine for Gi, she didn’t want to be the one to find out just what had happened to Asani’s hand after he had returned her high five.
So carrying on, Gi paused at the sight of one of her friends, finger gunning him a couple times as she reached a hand up to lower her sunglasses just enough to look at him through without the shaded lenses getting in the way. ”Hey there Satellite, looking sharp!” She greeted, sending the experiment boy a grin.
Satellite looked up from the large, family sized bag of cool ranch Doritos he had claimed as his own, nodding back to her as he tilted his pair of sunglasses down just enough for Gi to get a glimpse at his violet eyes. ”Word, and you smell like a fire hazard, I admire your style,” he informed rather causally before pushing his sunglasses back up and leaning back in the lawn chair he was sitting on.
Gi winked back to the boy in response, beginning to walk backwards as she continued on throughout the crowds, greeting more people as she went until finally a familiar ginger haired fox boy approached her. ”Gi! Gi!” Toby called out, waving her over. ”You’re on fire!”
Looking over to the truly unlucky Tweed boy, Gi smirked and winked in response, sending him a few finger guns as well. ”I know, baby! I’m killing it today, aren’t I?” She called back to her fellow Disaster Squad pal.
Toby shook his head in response, a concerned look flickering across his face. ”No! I mean you’re literally on fire!” He explained, pointing to her arms that were in fact coated in bright red and orange flames.
Oh yeah, did she forget to mention that when she said she was hot, she meant literally?
Grinning, Gi continued on walking backwards, letting the flames burn even more fiercely on her arms. ”I burn bright like the sun, gotta make my entrance memorable somehow Tobes, maybe you should try it sometime!” Gi suggested as she called out to her friend one last time before turning around to continue on her way when she spotted two of her other friends in the distance.
Hono and Miso.
Smiling, Gi lit herself on flames just a little more, took a few steps back and jumped forward to cartwheel over to them like some sort of majestic wheel of fire.
However, the loose, soft sand was not a good place to cartwheel and she quickly lost her balance, stumbling a little too fast out of control as she spun towards the ocean water lapping upon the shore, lighting a random towel on fire before she crashed into the water, promptly being put out.
Huffing, Gi looked up towards her friends from where she was in the water, sticking her hand in the air to greet them with a wave. ”...Hi guys,” she started, coughing up some sand that had gotten inside her mouth during her little spectacle there.
Well there went her flaming entrance of the day.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 3:19:01 GMT -5
Beatrix Bakerstreet Daughter of Basil & Miss Kitty
Beatrix would’ve continued to lie there on the ground like a sad, wet mouse for a good while longer had it not been for Saros coming up to her. Which honestly, it was always sort of a toss up when anyone came up to her on how she would react. Right now the last thing she needed was confirmation that someone had been watching that whole display and found it amusing beyond anything else.
Groaning a little, Beatrix slowly inched further into the water, willing for the waves to lift her body up and take her down to her watery grave at the bottom of the sea. She had read something once about the woman that died at sea becoming sirens, she wouldn’t mind becoming some sort of undead mermaid with a beautiful voice that led sailors to their death. However the waves never took her down to her new life and instead she was met by Saros reaching out to help her out and for a few moments Beatrix did nothing other than look up at him with a disgruntled frown and a throbbing red nose.
However she really couldn’t stay there on the ground forever, even Beatrix knew that. She was reasonable enough to accept reality and get back up, even if the thought of becoming a zombie siren sounded all the more appetizing the more she thought about it.
So with a sigh, Beatrix grabbed Saros’s hand and pulled herself up to her feet, sniffling slightly as she avoided eye contact. ”Thanks Saros, but I don’t really want to go find anymore crabs,” she admitted quietly, looking at the ground. It would’ve been embarrassing for anyone to find her like that, however it was especially embarrassing that the one to watch had been Saros, her friend and part of a group known to cause disasters.
Sure Beatrix was in that group too, but she had always liked to think that she was there to be the voice of reason. The one getting everyone else out of trouble, not the one to get into it, especially not over something so stupid like a crab pinching her nose. It was embarrassing and didn’t exactly paint her in a good light. How was anyone going to believe that she was reasonable, responsible, and intelligent when she lost a battle to a crab and ended up this close to crying in the ocean like a...well she couldn’t think of a good metaphor for that but whatever it was, it wasn’t a good thing.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 3:22:28 GMT -5
Merlion Sumnar Son of Merlin & Witch Hazel
As Gram went on to explain how he had been able to shift from man to cow since he was a child, Merlion’s eyes grew wide and he clutched Cleo closer to his chest as the lion-turned-cat dangled from his arms, back legs up and pressed against his arms as she tried to free herself. Luckily, Merlion’s own fascination with the conversation was enough for him to quickly forget about his familiar and in a quick movement he freed her from his arms, cupping his chin as he looked over at Gram. ”Fascinating,” he muttered under his breath as Cleo landed on the ground, huffing as she got back up and stalked off.
Tilting his head to the side, Merlion circled Gram. ”I’ve never been able to shift since both my parents are naturally human, but I’ve heard it takes strong or high emotions to trigger the transformation-“ kids had even been held back from school to get it under some sort of control because of its direct link to emotions. ”Yet you do it as if its second nature, that’s truly a unique gift!” Merlion exclaimed, clapping his hands back together as he finished circling the other boy and stopped once he was standing in front of Gram again.
The idea of “beasting out” - as it had become known as all across Auradon - had always intrigued Merlion, quite possibly because in a way, it was a type of magic, simply one he would never be able to fully master. Sure he knew how to turn himself into an animal, that was one of the first tricks his father had taught him. However it didn’t come naturally to him. It wasn’t part of his very being like it was for the animal-people of Auradon. For Merlion, it was always forced and that simply didn't sit well with him.
It was like the tantalizing fruit on a tree he could never reach. Sure he could get similar tasting fruit from a different tree,but it wasn't that tree, and that’s what made all the difference. It was like eating store bought chocolate pudding instead of making your own. Sure it was called chocolate pudding, but it wasn’t actually chocolate pudding, it was a scientifically made blob that was dyed brown and flavored chocolate.
It just wasn’t real.
It was fake.
Merlion didn’t want fake animal transfiguration, he wanted the real deal and that was just something he would never get.
So finding someone that had that natural ability - and was able to control it so easily - utterly fascinated Merlion.
”You might not think its magic, Gram, but to me it certainly is,” Merlion told him pointedly, lifting his nose to the other boy for a few moments before he relaxed his shoulders and fastened his hand around Gram’s when he grabbed it, shaking it in return. ”I’m Merlion,” he added, smirking crookedly as he looked at Gram. ”Merlion Sumnar, son of the one and only Merlin,” he bragged easily, waiting to see if this cow man would be impressed at all.
...As he should be. Merlion’s father was the best. Merlin was awesome, thats all there was to it.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 14:13:26 GMT -5
Tuchulcha Haagenti Lucitor
Daughter of Tom Lucitor and Heckapoo
"Heck yeah, you could become the goddess of licking! You're the licking-est person I know, Stella. So if you didn't become the goddess of licking, then I'd have to fight someone." If it came down to it, Tuchu would fight for Stella, especially when it came to her rights as the goddess of licking. Stella could, would, and probably had licked anything on Mewni, and was on her way to doing it on Earth too. This dimension didn't scare Stella's tongue. Nothing did.
Now, her ability to lick grass in the womb was an interesting concept. "Yeah, probably? I mean?" It made sense to her. She had no idea if babies had tongues, like when they were being formed and stuff. But maybe they had a ghost tongue? Did already born babies even have tongues? Tuchu wasn't a baby person. Well...a person who really liked babies all that much. But she wasn't like...a baby person either. She was a nearly grown not-person. Demons weren't technically humans. Oops. But anyway, she'd never really paid close enough attention to a baby before to verify if it had a tongue or not. Questions for the next baby she came across though, she supposed. "Like, think about it Stell. Even if babies don't have tongues, they can kind of vicariously lick it through their mom's tongue, right?" Yeah, this seemed scientifically sound, right? She'd need to ask the magical phone wizard Goo Gle later. Or an adult. Although was the dude behind the phone wizardry an adult? Would that be asking an adult?
Focus, Stella was talking again.
"Yeah! We need to lick all the Earth stuff and all the Mewni stuff and then we'd have to become the licking goddesses! Then we could be a band of licking goddesses and that sounds cool as hell! Imagine going to a Love Sentence concert, but it's like...us instead of them, and they'd be surprised because we'd be performing for them despite being goddesses." Tuchu liked this train of thought, alright, and she was already way off down the rabbit trail when it came to all the possibilities.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 14:38:09 GMT -5
Saros Mateo Butterfly Son of Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz
"Then let's do something more fun!" Saros wasn't an idiot. Bea was humiliated and upset, all over these stupid Earth crabs. They just didn't know a cool person when they saw one, which had to be why they picked a fight with his friend. "Leave these little ocean demons in the water, and find something more worth your time. It's their loss, not yours." If they didn't want to play nice, then they just wouldn't play at all. Yeah. That'll show these stupid Earth crabs.
Speaking of showing Earth crabs what was up.
"You don't even live in lava, you little pincered freaks, so there!" Cool crabs lived in lava, not water. These were lame crabs, and Bea shouldn't be too sad about their crabby rejection. The boy princess tried to give his tiny friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Are there any other cool beach creatures we could look at, Bea? Ones that aren't so grumpy?" Although he supposed if he lived in the water all his life and looked like a crab, he'd be grumpy too. Could he turn himself into a crab? Magic could do that, right? Magic could do anything. Could he legally do that though, without some teacher swooping on him like the Eagle Queen?
Probably not.
Could he turn a grumpy teacher into a crab? And just let them stay a crab so they wouldn't rat him out? It wouldn't really be ethical, but then again, was anything in Auradon actually ethical? "Or - or you could show me some other cool beach party stuff?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 15:01:23 GMT -5
Miso Wisteria no Ginger Daughter of Wasabi and Magenta
All it took was the spluttering cough from their smaller friend on the ground for Miso to instinctively give her a hard whack across the back. She probably should have given her a hard whack across the back of the head, since she was being an idiot, but that wasn't really in Miso's nature. After Gi's ensuing chaos caused Honoka to snort, unfortunately face down in the sand, she had probably suffered enough at the moment.
Instead, she extended her hand out to help Gi up, now that her flames were extinguished. "Solid 7/10 on an entrance, Peace, but you might want to work on the landing." She teased with a small smile. "Extra points for style, though. You okay?" Gi's...reckless antics often caused stress for her, but she was used to it by now. They'd grown up together, and living through the Peace girl's various catastrophes was just as second-nature to her by now as dealing with Hono's lack of self-preservation was. Besides, Miso knew Gi could stick the landing if they weren't on the beach. Sand was soft and unstable, and made for a tricky place to do cartwheels and stuff. In fact, Gi would be lucky if she got out of this without spraining something. Granted, Gi was pretty lucky when it came to the outcomes of these things. So she wasn't too worried. Just...still worried. "Is your wrist okay? Did you twist it at all? Did the sand scrape you up?" Maybe she shouldn't treat her friend like a child, but...
In the background, Miso noted that Hono was actually being useful, once she got her breath back, and tried extinguishing the towel fire, scooping sand over it. Of course, that usefulness sort of took a turn when the first thing out of her mouth was something stupid. "Haha...the sand really extinguished your chances of sticking the landing like normal, huh Gi?" Yeah, maybe that smack in the back of the head was needed at some point, since someone was intent on being a little shit today. But she'd worry about Gi first, not the half-coded idiot who hadn't even really bothered to stand up yet.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 15:10:43 GMT -5
Danica Rhea Fagin Daughter of Dodger and Rita
Not even humoring his attempts to teach her "patience", Dani took a look up at the sky. Patience was for squares. Watching and waiting just meant that someone else did something before you, and she considered herself a leader, not a follower. Even still, she knew the big dork wasn't about to move his ass, so she might as well figure out what was up with this cloud he was looking at. She'd never seen a duck shaped cloud before, and it'd be pretty interesting if-
...it was actually shaped like a duck.
"Do we need to get your eyes checked, Shock? That's...that's not a duck." Or even anything vaguely close to duck shaped. It was a triangle. Like...with three sides, none of which resembled a bird. It was just a triangle. "Like I've seen some ugly ducks in my day, but that is definitely not one of them, honey." She didn't consider the fact he'd never actually seen a duck before. Ducks were everywhere, so the fact that Shock had gone his entire life without seeing one kind of escaped her thought process.
Then again, Shock wasn't used to some other pretty commonplace things that were normal everywhere outside of Game Central Station, so maybe... "You have seen a duck before, right?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 2, 2019 15:21:57 GMT -5
Pastora Rakshitha Rivera
Daughter of Pepita and Raja
"Eso es mejor que una tragedia al menos, ¿verdad?" Pastora had been waiting patiently by the beach for her boyfriend to show up. She'd been waiting for a little bit, but she'd sort of dozed off, so it was fine. She didn't mind that much, she got an almost-nap in, which was pretty great. Standing up and stretching, the alebrije girl made her way over to Diego, offering a hand to help him up. "I wasn't expecting you to make this much of an entrance, though, I must admit." She never really knew what to expect with him, but this wasn't it. It brightened up her time with him, though. It was funny, and vaguely endearing in an exasperating way.
"Are you okay though, Diego? That was a bit of a fall." Sure, he'd only tripped over a branch, and looked mostly alive, but he might be severely injured and just not know it yet. It was in her nature to protect him, and even thought that mostly extended to the various Rivera kids, Pastora had found that Diego had wormed his way into that area some time ago, and she couldn't help but fret a little when he inevitably got himself hurt.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 17:08:12 GMT -5
Beatrix Bakerstreet Daughter of Basil & Miss Kitty
Still embarrassed that Saros of all people had been there to witness Beatrix making a complete fool of herself, she avoided looking at the mewni boy princess and instead just dusted off any bits of sand from her swimming suit and rung the water out of her damp hair. Honestly, part of her would rather just pretend none of that had happened anyways and move on, which she would’ve done had no one witnessed the whole thing for themselves. However sadly, that was not the case and eventually she would have to address it to Saros.
Glancing down at her feet, Beatrix remained silent as Saros spoke, only looking up when he shot a retort back to the crabs. Which, Beatrix would admit, made her laugh a little. ”Lava crabs must be interesting, we don’t have any crabs like that here,” Beatrix admitted, figuring that was probably a good place to finally re enter the conversation without too much embarrassment.
Besides...Saros seemed understanding enough, at least he was willing to leave crabs behind, which was all Beatrix could ask for now that becoming some weird kind of mouse detective siren was out of the question. Frowning a little, Beatrix looked back to the ground thoughtfully, pondering for a few moments what she could do with Saros since he did seem to still want to hang out with her even after witnessing that whole debacle.
Finally making up her mind, Beatrix looked back up at Saros, humming thoughtfully under her breath. ”Well...if you want, I guess you could help me look for seashells,” she suggested in what was probably her best - but still very bad - attempt at coming off as casual, aloof, and uncaring. Like it totally didn’t matter to her whether or not he wanted to hang out with her when there were obviously way more interesting and entertaining people at the beach party. Like literally anyone else. After all, it wasn’t any big secret that Beatrix wasn’t exactly “party” material.
Hurriedly continuing, Beatrix added on: “It’s for a research paper I’m doing-“ She explained quickly, as if telling him why she was looking for seashells would make some sort of difference. ”It’s educational,” Beatrix declared as if she had to prove her point, standing up tall and straight with her nose pointed upwards.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 2, 2019 17:35:30 GMT -5
Gi Peace Daughter of Warren Peace & Go Go
If she was anyone else, this probably would’ve been embarrassing. But she was Gi Wilhelmina Peace and she didn’t know the meaning of embarrassment.
Grasping hold of Miso’s hand, Gi pulled herself back up to her feet, now soggy wet and covered in gross, mud like, wet sand. Which was pretty gross but she could handle that just fine, and so she did what seemed to be the only logical thing to do and shook herself like a dog, sending wet flings of sand everywhere until she had gotten most of the dense water and sand off herself.
Looking over to Miso, Gi casually shrugged in response, stretching out her arms above her head and checking out her legs and lower back to make sure she hadn’t received any bad injuries or something like that from her tumble. Luckily, it didn’t seem as if she had. So she turned back to her taller friend and grinned, placing her hands on the sides of her hips. ”I’m fine, as cool as a cucumber...except I cant be cool because I’m hot, so its more like I’m as hot as a chili pepper-even hotter, really,” she explained casually, as if that totally reassured anyone that she was in fact, just fine.
Shooting a look over at Hono as she spoke up, Gi folded her arms and leaned to the side a little, sending her friend a teasing look as if to let her know that she wasn’t really mad at her. ”I’d say burn but it looks like the sand has extinguished your comebacks as well,” she retorted smoothly, shaking her head one more time to get rid of any lingering water droplets.
Turning away from Miso and Hono, Gi faced the ocean again, stretching her back out and touching her toes just to make sure nothing was aching before she jumped back up to her feet, swerved around and grinned at the two of them. ”Well that was fun, wanna watch me do it again?” She asked, a large grin on her face as if to prove that nothing, absolutely nothing would or could stop Gi Wilhelmina Peace.
Least of all from proving she was easily the most flaming person on all of Auradon, probably the whole world-no, the whole universe and every dimension out there. She had to cover all her bases here.
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Post by . on Jun 2, 2019 18:32:17 GMT -5
Saber Payne Rowe Son of Shank and Pyro
Shock didn't know where those words had come from. That cloud was shaped more like a triangle than anything, his brain seemed to want ducks. It... made sense with a little thinking. After all, if he'd never seen a duck, it would make sense for his brain to try and find a duck, right? And he was sure that cloud could be duck shaped.
After all, what did he know about ducks? A decent amount. They had feathers and wings and liked to hang out in water. Well, maybe the two longer sides of this cloud could open into wings? And he couldn't see the wings because it was a cloud and clouds just showed shapes. Plus, a cloud was in a sky so it couldn't even be chilling in the water if it wanted to.
Man, being a duck sounded great. Except Shock didn't know how to swim either. So maybe being a duck wasn't the best option. What else did these strange birds do? Oh! They are bread. Shock loved bread.
Ducks sounded big though. They were probably like ten feet tall. He was surprised he'd never heard a duck. Something that big should make a lot of noise he figured.
When Dani seemed confused, Shock just crossed his arms and watched her. "Of course I've seen a duck," he said, sticking his chin in the air. "And that's a duck. They're just... Point Ducks. Anas acri. You must not have them here, but we have them in Slaughter Race," he lied. He was just amazed that he'd been able to pull out the scientific name like that. He'd learned the duck's scientific name in one of his classes, but they hadn't actually had pictures of the duck. Then he just changed the last word to be some new species Dani never would have seen.
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Post by . on Jun 2, 2019 18:54:42 GMT -5
Diego Manuel Volar Son of Dulce and Migs
"Mi vida es una tragedia," Diego tried, making a bit of a face at the words. "Suppngo es mejor... pero..." he trailed off, trying to think of a way to say what he wanted to say. Did he even know what to say? He thought for a moment. No, he didn't. "Mi mente es un chiste. Mi mente es las basura de... de..." He shook his head. He then waved it off. Sometimes he just started talking with no idea where it was going and if he didn't find his destination while he was talking, he kinda just had to wave it off and hope nobody would question him. "Never mind," he said, switching to English since he was sure that nobody else was within earshot if the young couple.
He took her hand and stood up, wiping some sand from his knees. "I'm good," he said. He had some cuts on his ankle that would surely sting, but they weren't even bleeding. "I've gotten much worse than that, Rivera," he teased, nudging her. "Remember that time I fell while we were hiking?" It was the one time he'd been truly scared for his safety. He'd slipped on a wet rock and went down into the river and had broken his arm, but everything else had been fine. "See? And my arm is good as new," he said, stretching it out in front of his girlfriend to prove that he was okay.
He knew Pastora wanted to protect him, but he was just trying to assure her that he was fine. "I'm tough," he promised. Well, he likes to think he was very tough. And he was, when it came to pain. Scary movies? That's when Diego was a wimp, burying his head in a pillow and repeating childhood rhymes in Spanish to help calm himself down. It was embarrassing, and the main reason he avoided scary movies these days. Well, he tried to avoid movies in general because he didn't have that kind of attention span, but he mostly tried to avoid scary movies.
"So, what should we do now that we're at this rockin' party?" he asked, turning his brown gaze on his girlfriend.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jun 3, 2019 3:58:55 GMT -5
Bay Bete son of Belle and Sultan the Dog "Cali? Cal, are you alright?" Bay stumbled looking for his wife, startled by the sudden calling of his name. He met her towards the kitchen in which he moved towards her to make sure she was alright, given her stance against the wall.
When discovering the issue behind this, he let out a slight laugh, nodding along. "Yes, we are adults, yes, we do have a kid, and yes we do have jobs. We don't do that much boring stuff, plus, it's not like they're going to care whether or not we know how to have fun. They'll be distracted talking with each other more so than us, so we can have our own fun there."
He laughed a little more as she continued. He didn't think there was nearly as much to worry about, since he accepted long ago that he was not in the best position to really judge how much fun or how cool a person was since... well, he never really was. Awkwards, socially and in general, yes. A mess in need of approval from others... yes. Someone who hardly hung out with many people, definitely.
But... He could see that this was important to his wife. He smiled a little and nodded. "Okay then, sure, we can go and prove that we know how to have fun and be cool. But, in order for us to do that, we should probably head over to the beach now, right?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Jun 3, 2019 4:01:39 GMT -5
Berlin Silverlake daughter of bolt and mittens Berlin tilted her hat a little upwards to look at the person approaching, and within a second stood up from the bright green chair to greet him. “Carmelo! Hi, hello!” Was it too much to give a little bow with it. Nothing over the top, but a small little thing that she picked up a while back and wasn’t willing to stop doing now.
“Oh!” Right, he complimented her. It was probably the dumbest thing to allow her cheeks to get pink over, since she knew she looked good. Great. Good, great, nice, her brain wasn’t thinking. With a little cough from herself, she continued, “Thank you! Thank you, you look wonderful as well!”
Glancing down towards the table, and back up to Carmelo, Berlin made a motion as she spoke, “Do you want to sit? Or- Or would you prefer to walk around?” She wasn't all that sure how to go about this. It was a date, but it was also a beachwide party. Berlin wasn't sure how to handle that personally.
She always imagined first dates needing to be more serious and look-towards-the-future-y. She hadn't had much of a love life before this and really, movies were not good at helping what to do. But she also didn't want to be stuck at a table discussing days, hobbies, interests when they already knew each other decently well. And this was a good day to have a lot of fun with him instead, but what if it came off as purely friendly fun? What even determined if something was romantic versus friendly. Berlin didn't know. She was a useless Catman Shepherd when it came to this kind of stuff.
She really just wanted this day to go well.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jun 4, 2019 13:08:22 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
If anything convinced Hono that Gi was okay, it was the pepper comparison. That was normal Gi-speak, so she didn't have like...a concussion or anything. Which was a relief, because despite her laughter at the whole catastrophe, she was aware that her friend could have actually gotten hurt from that. She just...preferred to not focus on that aspect, because that'd be lame. Gi wasn't a baby, and didn't need to be babied. She was a badass, motorcycling superhero who could take care of herself.
...and set the beach on fire, but one burnt towel wasn't going to kill anyone. Unless they buried their face in it. But at that point, they kind of deserved it. Anyone who purposely shoved their face into a burning towel was a first place prize winner for the Darwin awards, if Hono had ever seen one.
Oof, and there was the burn. Hono propped herself up with her elbows, still chilling out on the sand for a moment. "That was an...ironclad comeback. You got me." She wasn't too proud to admit that, and shot a smirk up at her best friend.
Did she want to see Gi do that again? Hell yeah. Fire sort of...made her uncomfortable, but that was accidental fire, something uncontrollable that caused explosions. Gi knew what she was doing, Hono trusted that. And it was cool to watch, from a safe distance. "Yes." At the same time she said this, she heard a "No!" from their friend. Miso was...probably still freaked out by Gi falling and setting a towel on fire, so she didn't blame her for that. Even if Gi was...practically indestructible, Miso took up most of the worrying between the three, so it was kind of her first instinct.
Rolling on her back, she tried to reassure her friend.
"It'll be fine, Miso! The sand just caught Gi off guard at first. You know what to expect now, yeah?" The last question was shot towards the flaming girl in question, and she tried to give their larger friend a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, but the sand is still pretty slippery, and there's people moving around everywhere. What if one of them gets bumped into when Gi's on fire? Then it's -- bwooosh!" Miso make an explosion noise, and gestured with her hands to demonstrate. "...and we can't verify which people are fire ******ant or not." This was a pretty valid point, now that it was brought up, and the cyber-girl tried to think on that one for a minute.
What they needed was space, and the beach was pretty big. But there were also a lot of people out here. And they were moving. Which sort of complicated things. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea -- people could get hurt if Gi was hurtling across the sand covered in flames.
Unless she wasn't hurtling across the sand...
"Ay, Gi? Would you be able to keep your arms lit if you were cartwheeling in the ocean? Like in the shallow water?"
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