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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 14, 2018 14:08:12 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
"I'm alright, darlin', that dad-blasted sledgehammer just caught me off guard." Yeah, off guard. Sure, buddy, whatever makes you sound manlier. The hound dog bared his teeth for a moment at the offending hammer, before setting his mind back to the task at hand.
"I don't doubt ya, Roe, but how're you gonna get us if yer nubs are stuck in that there wall?" Okay, Camp, stop teasing him now. He's been embarrassed enough by this situation. With another grin, he put his hands on the top of Roe's head, and pushed his brother away from the wall. To no effect.
Dagnabbit. This wall was stuck a little harder than he thought.
"Right now, one more push oughta do it." With a grunt, Camp pushed again, and with the sound of more weak, breaking wood, the boys accomplished it.
Roe was free.
"Now that we got that handled...Roe, you mind bringin' the new wood in? I'll finish givin' this wall a good talkin' to with my hammer, but I need someone I know surely is strong to help Ma and Pa with those materials."
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 15, 2018 18:26:31 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
That sounded like a really nice idea. It was a really, really nice idea and Earl liked the sound of it. Getting to Auradon with Basu and then eating all the chocolate he wanted sounded absolutely amazing. Maybe when he got to Auradon that would be the only thing he would eat. Eating nothing but chocolate sounded like a good idea to Earl, but then again he also really liked eating crabs. Would he be able to only eat chocolate for the rest of his life on Auradon? As good as the chocolate that Basu had given him been, he wasn’t sure he could completely give up crabs. He liked how they were crunchy, and Auradon crabs were probably better than Isle crabs, he was sure of it. Auradon crabs were probably crunchier than any crab on the Isle could ever be. So if they were crunchier then obviously that meant they were even better than what Earl had ever had before. All of this was just making him even more excited about Auradon than he had been before. He was gonna get all the chocolate and crunchy crabs that he wanted! Now that was definitely something to be excited about.
What was even more exciting was the fact that even Shomari and Bash could have all the chocolate and crabs they wanted, too. That was really important because Earl knew that if anybody on the Isle deserved chocolate and crabs it was his two cousins. Everybody on the Isle deserved chocolate and crabs, the hyena-jackal was aware of that, but if he could only pick two people to give never ending good food to it would be those two. Earl loved his family and wanted them to have only the best. That was probably how everybody on the Isle felt, but Earl felt it really strong. He really wanted his two cousins to have all the food they could ever want.
Earl could have stood there all day just thinking about how great Shomari and Bash were, but his thoughts were cut short when his new boyfriend mentioned somebody by name. Earl blinked, following suit with Basu and sitting down on the ground. Sebastian...Sebastian… That kinda sounded familiar, just a bit. ”Is he a crab?” Earl asked with a tilt of his head as he looked Basu over. ”I guess since he, aha, has a name I won’t eat him. Is he a person crab?” Was the next question that came from the son of Ed and Kijana. ”I don’t eat people crabs. San might,” he added in a rather nonchalant fashion as if Sanura just feasting on people was a common occurrence. Which it kinda was. She ate a lot of Kakamora people. But Kakamora were bad and deserved to be eaten because they had attacked him and his crew members way too many times. They had even attacked him and Basu which wasn’t nice at all. ”But I don’t eat crab people, I don’t think I do. Do you eat crab people?” A very important question to ask and to have an answer for. He wouldn’t judge Basu if he ate crab people, or if he just ate regular people. That was okay if he did because food was food no matter where it came from.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 15, 2018 18:26:59 GMT -5
Luna Rose McCoy daughter of lil' lightning and ruby
So it had been the sledgehammer. The initial response was to worry about Camp, and she did, she had felt concerned for him and his foot, but after realizing that he was okay meant it was acceptable to find the whole predicament rather amusing. First there was Roe getting stuck in the wall and then there had been a sledgehammer dropping down onto her husband’s foot. A lot of things were happening and it all just seemed so amusing to the dog woman. After the initial concern, of course. She wasn’t completely heartless. Maybe just a bit, but not completely. She did find herself rolling her eyes in amusement at Camp’s response about the hammer catching him off guard. ”Is that so? Must be a pretty stealthy sledgehammer, then.” Maybe that was why Auradon had tossed it into the trash - it had been much too stealthy, kept sneaking up on those princes and princesses and smashing their poor, royal toes. And everybody knew that royal toes were not to be smashed.
While letting Camp deal with his brother, Luna Rose found herself standing on the sidelines, watching everything transpire. ”I’ll get ya when I’m out!” Roe grunted, giving another tug against the wall yet with no luck. Poor guy was really, really stuck in there, that was for sure. Had anything like this happened before? Had there ever been somebody that had just found themselves stuck in a wall because they had tried headbutting it? Probably not. Luna Rose was sure Roe was the first, and perhaps the only, person that would get themselves in such a situation. More power to him for finding unique ways to make a scene.
Eventually Roe came to a standstill as Camp began to try and ease him out of the wall. For a split second there Luna Rose wondered if Camp needed any help with pulling his brother free, but just as she was starting to make her way over there was one last tug and then a bleat of victory as Roe was set free to once again plague the entire house and not just the one wall. ”Ya did it! I could have done it myself, but thanks for the extra help there, Camp.” The deer-dog seemed about ready to give something of a victory lap around his brother when he paused, listening as Camp gave him something else to do. Roe puffed out his chest and nodded. ”I can do that, yeah! You know I’m the strongest dang deer on this island!” And with that Roe bounded off toward where Cash and Dixie were working with bringing in the new wood that would eventually go up to replace the wold walls.
A snort of laughter came from Luna Rose as she watched Roe bound off. She came to stand beside Camp, looking up at him with her amber gaze. ”Has anybody told him yet he’s the only deer on the Isle?” Well, there was Ronno, but it was a given that nobody really mentioned that old sack of bones unless necessary.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 15, 2018 18:27:38 GMT -5
C̸̨̰͈̠̥̬̩̱̪̗͍͕̪͛͛̋͒̐̏̄́̋͌̀͑͜͠͝ͅƠ̶̧̢̹̞̠͉̰̳̣͙̙͂̀͗͆̏̆̈́͑̏͘͠R̴̢͉͍̪͇̰͖̯̱̭̞̟͓̂̓͊̆̅̌̿̋́̎͋̆͜͝Ř̶̲͍̬͇̲̺̭͂͊̔͂̐̽̆͑̕Ư̷̧̬͙̠͙̜̱̝̪͕̣̟͙͌̾͑́͌͆͑̓͝Ṕ̴̧̛͙̺̞͂̆͋̐̚͠͝͝T̶̡̡̛͔͉̙̗͇͉͖̻̥̬̗̲͆́͂͊͋͑̓̒̄̑̾̕̚̕E̷̢̹͕̦̠̓̍̒͋̕͠Ŗ̶̳̣̜̱̠͘ ̴͕͇̑͋͐T̶̼̩̺̘̝̺̰̝̬̱̫́́̾̑͆̒̇̆̎̇̆̚͘̚ͅÍ̶̫̠͇̩̜͚̘̙̺̘̰̀̅̔͑͛̽́̏̅͠͝͠͠͝M̸̧̮̺͎͔̩̤̟̯̥͍̊͌̌͌͌̈̌̄̐̈́̕E̷̠̍́̓͆̅̐̿̍͘ daughter of turbo and cybug
This wasn’t good. Not good at all. Pain was bad. Pain was something that was supposed to be kept hidden. If pain was shown then it was a death sentence. Which was why she had to get away, had to leave, had to run. Pain was bad so she had ran away. Ran, ran, ran as far as she could before collapsing to the ground in a heaving mess of weird video game bug. Pain got you killed, but she had seen kids outside the cy-bug group deal with it before. They didn’t jump on one another the moment somebody screamed out in pain and ate them. Pain was weakness, but it didn’t seem like it to the general public of the Isle. She had seen people comfort one another, or what she thought was comforting - she had never really experienced that before and could only make so many assumptions about normal human behavior. But the people she had seen before hadn’t jumped on one another to tear them apart and then devour their various body parts like a snack. She would be lying if she denied ever doing as much. She would also be lying if she denied that it tasted good, but she had to survive. People ate whatever they could. Surviving was important. Surviving.
She had to survive.
She still wasn’t sure she could get up, but she had to try. Lying here would get her nowhere, and she wasn’t sure when somebody would come along to help her. If anybody helped her. No, no there had to be somebody nearby. There had to be somebody coming along. Maybe just another minute or two...just another few moments and then somebody would come along and pick her back up onto her feet. The people here wouldn’t try to kill her because she was hurt, she had seen it before. She was okay with just lying here. She could do this. She was okay. She was safe. She was in pain, but she was safe. She was in pain but she was safe and she was going to survive. Survive. Have to. Have to survive. Live.
The cy-bug wasn’t sure how much longer she had lay there on the docks, bleeding and out of breath, before she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. It was echoey and distant in her mind, but it was there. It was there. Somebody was coming. Somebody had found her.
Survive.
For a split second there instinct kicked in. The bug gnashed her teeth, a sharp click coming from the action. Even though she had reassured herself that these people wouldn’t hurt her it was still instinct to lash out in an attempt to protect herself. It wasn’t something she had control over, but she was able to pull herself together when her body reminded her that it wasn’t going to go much further than a few inches off the ground.
She fell back down, air escaping her once more. Pain. Help. Survival. Survive.
If she was being completely honest she wasn’t listening to everything this newcomer had to say. She knew the female that had come up to her was talking, could hear the sound of a voice, but she wasn’t locked in on it, wasn’t paying much attention. Poisoned apple. Neck. Letters. All of that was useless. Useless, useless, useless. Poison killed. Poison was not for survival. Apple. Apple was food. That could be important, but not right now. Food wasn’t needed right now. Neck. Necks could be broken, could be snapped. Necks could be slit open and then the scarlet blood that gushed forward could be consumed. Warm, fresh food. Letters. Letters weren’t important. None of that was going to help her survive right now. None of this. Not even food.
Bleeding. Stop the bleeding. Pain.
Finally the cy-bug managed to push herself up just far enough so that she was sloppily sitting down. Sharp green eyes focused on the newcomer with some odd mix of clarity and confusion, like a part of her knew where she was and what she was doing, while another part seemed uncertain, unfocused, not sure. ”Bleeding,” she muttered, raising her arms forward so that this Candy person could get a good look at the red that was trickling down her limbs. ”Family...my family attacked me,” she began, voice shaky as if she hadn’t used it in a while, or rather, shaky like she hadn’t used the English language in a while. ”Was… I was able to run. To run away. I have to survive.” Well, her being able to speak somewhat coherently and keep herself up in a sitting position was a good start. It meant she wasn’t completely on the verge of death and was making a recovery, and while the wounds on her arms weren’t terrible, they still needed to be patched up eventually lest infection start to settle inside the flesh and then slowly kill her from the inside out.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 16, 2018 1:58:04 GMT -5
October Candy-Bash Boogie daughter of oogie boogie Ooooooooooooooooooooooh. Oh, okay, Candy felt as though the situation made a little bit more sense than before. "Should have guessed, families here aren't always the nicest." Sometimes bat-sh*t crazy and abusive, but bats were pretty durable and cute sometimes too. Which... probably wasn't the point of that saying. Candy supposed.
Matter at hand, Candy, matter at hand. Girl was bleeding. Needed help. Family and abuse could be discussed when girl was a little more okay. "Right, right, okay. Okay. Uh... bandages! Bandages are a good thing.... I don't have any bandages... uhm... Closing up the wound is a good idea- huh. I'm starting to think I should have paid more attention in the health class."
The bug paused for a moment in funny irony to herself.
"Hah. Even if I went to school, health would be the last thing to be taught."
Not helpful child!
Don't call yourself a child!
Well, to be fair, you weren't doing anything that warranted being called anything else.
Maybe you should focus?
.... Probably.
"Okay, okay. So, no bandages, need the wound... kinda closed, right? Right... Uh." What could she use instead? She looked down to try and figure it out and saw her hand. Okay, so it wasn't her hand that gave her the inspiration on what to use as a fake bandage for now until this girl could get some competent help. AKA not Candy. She liked to think herself competent in other categories.
Gambling, eating poisoned goods, more gambling, spooking people, uh, more gambling?
You are useless.
Thanks, starting to realize this.
Ah! She got distracted again! Her clothes, her clothes, her clothes. Okay, so they weren't the nicest, and she never really liked the combo of red and white- call it some weird bias she had... The colors just reminded her of something she needed revenge against. It was just too holly and jolly for her. She preferred the spooks. So, tearing off a piece of the red shirt, actually a sleeve so now she looked like a weird caveman with one of those weird shirts that only went over a shoulder, but she still had like... longer sleeves on both sides with a slight strap on one and then decently long on the other but-
Did you get distracted again?
....
She tore it off (since the girl probably didn't need her entire shirt anyway, plus that would look a little more weird for onlookers.... even if there wasn't any out.) and started.... trying to wrap it around the wounds before- "Oh wait... That's both limbs... Isn't it?"
Goodbye other shoulder sleeve. Now to 'bandage' up the wounds. She was just hoping the girl cooperated here. "Uh... Tell me more about this family bind you're in?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 16, 2018 13:41:25 GMT -5
Colette Jessamine de Vil Daughter of Cruella de Vil and Jean-Pierre la Pelt
Collie threw a long, dry look at the lioness, hoping to convey as much sarcasm as she possibly could, but not gracing her bullshit with another remark. The docks were still disgusting, really, and it would be like San to lie to her, wouldn't it?
Instead, the blonde turned her attention back to the High Priest once she had been sufficiently snide, and answered his question. "Maggie? Yeah, she's something else, huh? I met her the other day." That was an understatement, considering the DunBroch girl had nearly given the de Vil one a heart attack, among other life-threatening situations. "Out of those twenty, I have six of them: Jenny Wilde, Peggy Pan, Maggie DunBroch, Eddie Radcliffe, Eddie Mode, and Elaine Pendragon." She listed, before adding, "Interestingly enough, I also have an Auradonian student that isn't a transfer, that I met the other day. But that's neither here nor there, really, because her opinion won't get us off the Isle." She wanted to do her best to protect Mayleen, and bring her into the fold, but this meeting wasn't particularly about her. It was about the transfers.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 16, 2018 13:50:09 GMT -5
Campbell Dayton McCoy Son of Cash and Dixie
"That does make him the strongest, though, if ya think about it." Campbell's nose twitched, and then he grinned. The older hound was here for propping up his brother's ego, even if that meant giving him compliments that, if Roe thought about it long enough, might not be taken as compliments. Whoops. He meant well, though. "Hey now, Roe? Leave some wood for me, alright!" Knowing his little brother, he was going to come back overloaded in wood, and probably get himself hurt.
"Right now, here we go!" Camp gave a grunting woof, before slamming the sledgehammer into the rotten wood of the wall. This proved to be much more effective than Roe's nubs, a large hole caving into the wall.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 16, 2018 13:55:19 GMT -5
Akram Jian Agrabah Son of Aladdin and Jasmine
"Of course I don't mind Nessie, she's fantastic!" Akram loved animals - had a ton of his own - and if he didn't hate seeing them hurt so much, he might've wanted to be a vet one day. He eagerly followed the dog to the sofa, petting her when he sat down. "I'm interested in both, but have a few questions about injuries, if you don't mind? How do you manage to keep infection at bay? What happens if someone breaks a limb?" The prince had about a million questions, but limited himself to two to keep from pestering Morrigan too much.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 16, 2018 15:39:11 GMT -5
Christian Hadley Badun Son of Cruella de Vil and Horace Badun
The Badun boy didn't waste any timr following her instructions, making his way to the kitchen. Water bottle. Damp washcloth. He could do that easy enough, he'd helped Poppy treat shock patients often enough. It took a few minutes for the large boy to gather the materials and heat the water, but he soon had it all together.
He was about to leave and return to his mentor when he spotted her son. ""Ay, Diggy, what's up little guy?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 16, 2018 19:00:54 GMT -5
Amorette Esme Hearts Daughter of the King & Queen of Hearts
He didn’t believe her. Amorette huffed, curling her hands into small fists falling down to her sides as she look at the older brother. ”We really did fight an ogre, Charlie was there, you could just ask him the next time you talk to him,” she told Amador, folding her arms. Of course he wouldn’t believe her, why would he? If it wasn’t about his own perfect Isle life, then it just didn’t matter, now did it? Oh no, it was always about Amador. To think that Amorette might do something exciting with her life was laughable at best, wasn’t it?
Then as if that wasn’t enough for her brother, he had to continue, clearly incapable of saying one nice word at all. Maybe Amador didn’t know what “nice” meant, since he was clearly so incapable of showing it.
Calm down Amorette, you’re getting all worked up over something silly.
The younger Hearts child forced herself to calm down, reaching down a hand to place on Flamengo’s head. The flamingo’s presence calming and comforting as he pressed his head into the palm of her hand, and for a time she was able to remain as calm as Flamengo appeared to be.
Of course that didn’t exactly last long as Amador continued and despite trying her hardest not to cry, the corners of her eyes began to water, threatening to drip down her face. It wasn’t as if this was anything new, there was no reason for her to be reacting to it this way right now. Yet after everything Amorette had gone through the day before, followed by the lack of acknowledgement she had gotten from home, the girl couldn’t find the energy to keep a stone cold face.
Amorette looked away, needing a moment or so to collect herself together again. She couldn’t cry in front of her brother just because he said a few hurtful words. That would just give him more to use against her, and that was the last thing that Amorette needed right now. What did she say now anyways? She had to say something.
”I didn’t know me being at school meant so much to you, you’ve never noticed if I was there or not before,” Amorette started, trying to keep her voice as level as possible as she scooped up Flamengo in her arms. It was a little awkward, but he was a relatively small flamingo, she could do it. ”Maybe if you bothered to talk to me more than once every month, I would actually want to go to school.” At least then she’d have someone to talk to. ”Now...I’m...I’m going to my room, that way you’ll have everywhere else to yourself, not that it makes much of a difference either way,” she snapped at him before walking passed him and towards her room, she had to make it there before any real tears threatened to fall.
It wasn’t even as if what he had said had been that upsetting, it was more of how he said it topped with everything else. Amorette just didn’t have the energy to deal with any of it today.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 16, 2018 19:31:06 GMT -5
Amador Ace Hearts son of the king and queen of hearts He rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, absolutely. Unscathed and everything. Next time I see him, I will ask, and then promptly hear about this story, right? Confirm it didn't just happen in your head?" He responded. He believed she met with Charlie, yes, but did he believe that they fought an ogre? Absolutely not. Not given the two that would be in the fight anyways.
So when she started to cry, he felt it difficult to actually give his sympathies to her. Here he was, simply talking to her, and she went and started to cry. He hardly even said anything all that offense.
Following her as she started to leave the room, he snapped at her. "Ever think it's because whenever I try to have a conversation with you it ends up like this? If you- If you had some more sense that to just start crying at the first word, maybe I would pay more attention to you and talk to you."
"Instead," he continued, moving his hands to emphasize a point, "you start with made-up stories and rude language, so I don't have much of a choice to retaliate? You can't even hold a conversation with me, much less anyone else, so why are you even complaining? You get to go free of so much stuff and don't have to deal with anyone with no repercussions, right?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 16, 2018 20:27:10 GMT -5
Basu Matil Singh Son of Bagheera & Vitani
Basu’s eyes went wide when Earl asked if he had ever eaten crab people before. ”What? No! Of course not, I’m not a cannibal, Earl.” Well that was one way to call yourself crabby. ”Well, there was that one time that I had somehow gotten out of my room during the night and bit Barry while sleep walking, but that was only one time...” Though a similar situation had happened to Basu one or two times after that. Sleep biting was not something he was proud of, especially with it happening far too often for comfort.
What was his subconscious trying to tell him? After all, it probably wasn’t normal to sleep walk and bite people on accident. Though in his defense, he remembered the dreams he had been having during each accidental sleep bite clearly and they had all been about chocolate, so could anyone really blame him?
The answer to that was of course, no. Because dreaming about chocolate was a perfectly good excuse for sleep biting. Though he should be glad that he hadn’t picked that up for more than a few times, otherwise he might’ve just been sent to the Isle. He had heard of that happening to a girl once, she kept biting people and that was it for her on Auradon. Maybe she was here, huh. He should look into that, it might be fun to talk to someone that had lived on both Auradon and the Isle and could properly compare the two in a way neither Basu or any Isle native could do.
Though just imagining how hard it must’ve been to get kicked to the Isle made Basu pause. The majority of his family actually lived on the Isle. That bad blood that coursed through his veins had been a problem with others before. Any of Bagheera and Vitani’s kids would have to deal with a bit of scrutiny, just as Khari had with his father being Kovu.
It had never been much of a bother for Basu before, as he had assumed people wouldn’t like him no matter who his parents were, but it did leave that thought lingering in the back of his mind: What if he didn’t belong there?
Not that it mattered now anyways, one way or another he had ended up on the Isle, even if it was only as a transfer and not as one of the few unlucky souls that had been banned from Auradon like Mayleen or those before her.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 16, 2018 20:48:03 GMT -5
Kassidy Amaryllis Slim Daughter of Alameda Slim & Katherine Barlow
There were a few very particular rules about cryptid hunting, but the most important one was that you probably shouldn’t go alone, just in case the cryptid you ran into was not one of friendly nature and you ended up inside it’s stomach.
Though, thinking about it, that wouldn’t be a bad way to go.
Actually, if Wyoming got to choose her death, she was totally picking death by cryptid digestion, that would be a dang cool way to go out. Maybe she should go alone, she was already sixteen-seventeenish - though she couldn’t quite remember her exact age, no one had ever told her, so she was just assuming things here - and that was a long life. She should be having a midlife crisis any time, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to call it quits now and find a willing cryptid to gobble her up.
Maybe swallow her whole and alive though, so she could find out what it felt like to be digested. She’d have to find a really big cryptid to eat her. Though, would she even be able to breathe in the stomach of anything? She might suffocate before she could find out what it felt like to be digested.
Well that ruined everything, she didn’t want to be suffocated to death, she wanted to be eaten and digested alive.
Scrap that plan then, she’d have to figure out a different, cooler way to die later on, digestion was officially off the table until she found someone she could ask about it to see if she’d be able to breathe or not. After all, someone ought to know, sadly she didn’t. She wasn’t a sciencer, she was a cowgirl.
Though cowgirls could be smart too, and she’d fight if someone said otherwise. Cowgirls could be whatever they wanted to be, they could even be weird skater chicks if they wanted. Though, Wyoming couldn’t imagine why anyone would ride around on some weird skateboard when they could have a horse, but hey, who was she to judge?
Shaking her head, Wyoming walked into the Slim household. ”Hey! Anybody here?” She called out into the house as she began to walk around, peering into room after room as she searched for her older siblings, or even America if he was around. She just needed a sibling to drag into her latest idea.
She’d go grab a friend or two, but Wyoming wasn’t actually sure she had any of those. Maybe her dogs, cats, and horse.
Oh and Charlie, but he was everyone’s friends, and besides, Charlie didn’t like the night. Wyoming wasn’t about to make him go out into the outlands at night with her, though maybe she would wear her sweater. It got cold out there, plus her sweater was alien armpit green and had moths and giant foot prints on it.
Basically it was the coolest sweater in the existence of all sweaters, Wyoming was definitely wearing it now.
”Junior? Arizona? Kit? West? Tex? America? Anyone here?” Wyoming called out louder, a small frown on her face when there was no answer. The girl paused, placing a hand on her waist as she looked down at one of her dogs. ”Where d’ya think they’re all at, Howdy?” She questioned the dog.
Howdy looked up at her, wagging his tail, though he clearly didn’t have any answer for her. Darn. Having a talking dog would’ve been awesome. ”Hmm, guess we’ll jus’ hafta keep lookin, huh, boy?” She asked him with a tilt of her head.
Howdy barked once in response, which was enough for Wyoming to take it as a yes and continue on with her search for her siblings. Wherever they may be.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 16, 2018 20:57:40 GMT -5
Amorette Esme Hearts Daughter of the King & Queen of Hearts
Still with Flamengo in her arms, Amorette reached her room just in time, though considering her arms were full of flamingo she couldn’t exactly open the door. So instead she was forced to listen to Amador as she stared stubbornly at the door, refusing to look at him. What right did he have to insult her, accuse her of lying - even if she was, just a smidge - complain about her crying a little, and then tell her how lucky she was to be ignored right to her face...er, right to the back of her head? He didn’t even know what it was like.
Maybe thats what finally made her snap. This time with anger instead of tears.
Amorette turned around to face her brother, eyes darkening with anger and a glare on her face as she tried to make herself look intimidating - though it was hard to do when you had a flamingo in your arms - and size up to her brother. ”You mean if I had more sense not to have emotions like you?” She snapped, looking up at him with an anger she rarely possessed. ”Honestly, there’s no getting through to you or anyone else in this stupid house. I tried telling you about my day and you accused me of lying and then insulted me, and yet I’m supposed to just take it,” she continued, pausing only for a moment to put Flamengo down.
He had begun to fidget and it was hard to be mad at someone when you were cuddling a pink, noodle necked bird.
”But oh yes, I’m so lucky to be forgotten by my family and insulted whenever I am remembered, oh look at me go, I’m living the life,” Amorette said sarcastically, waving her arms around. ”It’s almost as if not existing is the goal here and I’m the closest person to it, I could die and the only one that would care would be Flamengo!” At that the Hearts girl gestured dramatically down to the flamingo standing beside her as she looked up at Amador with a glare.
She paused for a second, thinking over her words before promptly adding: ”And Charlie,” since she did consider the cat boy to be a friend of hers. ”But no, I’m the lucky one,” she finished, folding her arms and shaking her head.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 16, 2018 21:13:07 GMT -5
Chandler Jameson de Vil Son of Cruella de Vil & Captain Hook
Okay so maybe he shouldn’t be running around in the evening with no one there, but look, Jamie had business to attend to and he wasn’t just some kid that needed adult “supervision” - whatever that was, he wasn’t actually sure - he was a man on a mission and that mission meant no siblings.
Well, Johnny or Chester would’ve been okay, but none of the others could know about this and he wasn’t about to go tell them. Though that didn’t mean he didn’t need some help and that is why Jamie found himself at the door to the Khan household. He looked at it for a second, wondering what he’d say if someone other than Sharvari answered. Maybe he’d lie and say he had taken an interest in the nighthowler business.
Or stripping.
No, that wouldn’t work, he might not be a kid, but he probably wasn’t old enough for either of that. He should probably play it safe and just say he wanted to talk to Sharvari or something, that would work and was less likely to come across as suspicious. Yeah, that’s what he’d do.
With that now settled, Jamie reached a hand up and knocked repeatedly on the door, pounding his fist so hard against what he assumed was wood that his hand began to hurt. ”Owe,” Jamie muttered quietly, cradling his injured hand in the other one as he let out a small curse under his breath.
Looking over his hand, Jamie quickly realized that it wasn’t actually injured, which was a relief but that didn’t mean that there hadn’t been pain. Slowly Jamie lifted his head up and glared at the door through the corners of his eyes. ”That was a low blow for something so tall, door,” he muttered under his breath.
Because clearly, his hurt hand was all the door’s fault and not Jamie’s.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 16, 2018 22:29:18 GMT -5
Madora Majesty Marchendrache Daughter of Maleficent & Captain Hook
”Are you sure we should be doing this?”
Jester looked back at Winona, brow raised in disbelief. ”What? You want to back out? Since when does Winona McWisp back out of anything risky?” She questioned skeptically, giving probably the one friend she actually had a disapproving shake of her head. ”I knew you were part mouse, but I didn’t think you were also part chicken,” she taunted with a shake of a head. ”I guess I’ll just have to do this by myself, no one here beside me...” she stated in mock exasperation as she brought a hand up to her chest.
Winona rolled her eyes and moved forward. ”I’m not backing out, I just don’t want to die because of something stupid, Jes,” she explained tartly. ”I also want to make sure you’re aware of how stupid this is,” she continued, giving Jester a look.
Jester shrugged it off easily. ”Oh I’m fully aware, now stop being Whinona and help me out,” she ordered, giving the wire another tug, purple hair bouncing back and forth in the two pigtails Jester had pulled it back into.
Winona rolled her red eyes and moved to help. ”Remind me why we’re friends again, because I think I’m reconsidering,” she told Jester, giving the wire a tug as well.
Jester grinned as she turned to look at the rabbit-mouse girl. ”We’re friends because without me, where would you get your adrenaline rush from, huh?” She asked, and just as it seemed Winona was considering it, Jester moved behind the short girl, waiting for a second or two before giving her a shove and pushing Winona off the building.
Naturally, Winona let out a scream and quickly grabbed hold of the handle on the wire. ”Jester!” She shouted, beginning to swear as she began to zoom down the horribly made Isle zip line.
Deciding not to let Winona continue, Jester gave an nod of her head. ”I know, you’re so grateful to have me as a friend-“
”I’m gonna kill you!”
Jester paused to consider this for a moment as she got the next handle ready. Actually, death might not be too bad. ”Lookin’ forward to it, McWisp!” She shouted back as she prepped the next handle, taking only a few moments to get it ready and jump off the building and after her friend.
As the wind hit her face, Jester let out a gleeful holler as her body shot down from the zip line and to their approaching destination: the ground. Now, maybe Jester should’ve thought this through a little more, since with how this was set up, there was no slowing down and impact would hurt, but it was okay because Jester had figured out what to do.
Though she should probably tell Winona, especially since Winona was a lot closer to hitting the ground than she was.
Oh right.
”You gotta jump! Otherwise you’ll crash into the ground!” Jester called out to her friend.
It took a moment before Winona answered her. ”What?”
Well, she wasn’t very useful right now, was she? Jester rolled her eyes. ”Let go!” She shouted to the rabbit girl, and luckily this time, Winona seemed to get the idea and let go, angling herself in a way that should cause the least amount of damage.
Jester didn’t have time to see how well she fared though, as pretty soon after Winona made her landing, Jester had to do the same, and so without a thought put into it, she let go and tumbled to the ground with a loud ”oomph,” escaping her.
Her landing hadn’t gone quite how she had hoped, and as soon as she hit the ground, Jester quickly found herself out of breath. So she did the best thing and just lied there for a minute or so, neither her or Winona saying anything.
Then finally once the silence had dragged on for too long for Jester to handle, she spoke up. ”So the zip line needs a few kinks worked out, but the good news is that we didn’t die,” she spoke up, gesturing around slightly with her hand as she turned her head to the side to get a look at Winona.
Winona turned to look at her as well, but there seemed to be more murder in her eyes than in Jester’s. ”I hate you,” she said and Jester grinned in return.
”No you don’t, you’re just mad that I made you go first,” she argued with a carefree shrug of her shoulders. ”Look, I’d have gone first but I had to make sure it would hold and you were right there, it just made sense to have you go first,” Jester told her, gesturing around with her hand.
”You know rabbits can die from stress, right?” Winona asked, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
Jester gave another shrug in response. ”Well I guess it’s a good thing you’re part mouse then,” she responded with ease, grinning over at her white haired friend.
Winona didn’t seem all that pleased with that answer though as she got up to her feet, stifling a groan or two from the pain of her fall. She didn’t say anything, just looked at Jester for a moment and shook her head, walking away and muttering under her breath, too quiet for Jester to hear.
Okay so Winona was mad. Whatever, she’d get over it, besides it wasn’t like Winona hadn’t come up with a good amount of her own hair-brained schemes that Jester had gone along with. She’d give the Wonderlandian a day or so to cool off and let things calm down on it’s own, in the meantime maybe she should go find her older brother. March might be a little lazy, but he was usually pretty fun to hang out with. So with that in mind, Jester slowly got up, suddenly very aware of all the places that were surely bruising by now.
Eh, that was future Jester’s problem. She had a brother to find.
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Post by arexasaurus on Nov 17, 2018 2:03:44 GMT -5
Edmund “Eddie” Radcliffe son of anita and rodger radcliffe
While walking four dogs proved no challenge to the boy with two hundred and two back home, Eddie still only had Dipper with him. Rolls had been eating and didn't care to leave his bowl, then Caddie and Freckle were both sleeping after waking up at five am to play tug-a-war with each other for hours on end. He wasn't sure what was up with Gem, but she hadn't run to the door when Eddie had gotten up so he figured the travel was weighing on her a little more than he thought it would.
The pup deserved a break, considering how far she was from the rest of her family.
Dipper, however, was happy to go along with whatever his boy said. The little fellow followed Eddie fairly well, only sometimes darting away to sniff this or chase that. The universe was looking out for him though, as the dog had yet to get muddy yet. It was an inevitable outcome of letting Dipper out without a leash, but it's not like the Isle left much space for dirt. Everything was stalked on top of each other. They definitely didn't have a community garden for the dog to tear into, thankfully.
Eddie hummed to himself as he walked away from Dragon Hall, needing space away from the school. "...If she doesn't scare you no evil thing will..." He did a little crouched dance movement with his arms like his dad taught him, with his hands clawed in. He looked rather odd, but continued to hum and even snapped along to the beat that he had heard for so many years.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 17, 2018 5:32:49 GMT -5
Casey Laramie de Vil Daughter of Cruella & Lars
How peculiar to find someone out and about by the school on an evening like this. Not that there was anything new about this evening, nothing different or out of place. It was as every Isle evening was: gloomy, dark, and with a hint of bitterness clinging to the air as if to lull the Isle natives to a tireless sleep. In a way it was almost comforting, perhaps mostly because it was familiar, and people grasped as tightly to familiarity as they could, even if that familiarity should not have been comforting in the slightest of sense possible.
Though perhaps this evening wasn’t quite as typical as always.
After all, Collie had gone to that leader meeting. Jamie, Chester, and Hadley had all gone out to be with friends, and even Laramie had wandered from the confinements of home for an evening walk by herself, which had to be one of the most unusual things about this evening as Laramie rarely wandered from home.
Perhaps that was because leaving Hell Hall meant her chances of having to socialize at all with someone else went way up, and as everyone knew, socializing was an act of torture often misinterpreted as “fun” or “enjoyable” by others. Honestly, if Laramie could have it her way, she’d never socialize at all.
Despite how that literally contradicted what she was about to do.
You see, while out on her little walk, Laramie couldn’t help but notice the presence of an unfamiliar face, and while familiarity was comforting, unfamiliarity was exciting. It was human nature to be curious about something new, something that they didn’t know, and as much as it truly pained Laramie to say this, the man with his dog - a dalmatian, she couldn’t help but notice - intrigued her. It was impossible to stay away, despite the desire to.
”Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice your dog,” Laramie spoke up as she walked over to the boy. ”He’s quite lovely, I love his pattern,” she continued once she was close enough and could get a better look at the dog, and then after looking the dog over for a few more moments - the pattern really was striking, Laramie had always been fond of black and white - she moved her attention from dog to man, looking him over for a moment as well, a calculating look lighting up her eyes.
The girl tilted her head to the side, studying him over for just a few extra moments before she spoke up. ”You’re new here, aren’t you? One of the transfers from Auradon, I’m assuming,” she said, taking a guess. Though it wasn’t as if Laramie worried she was wrong, there was no way that this decent looking boy was from the Isle.
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Post by arexasaurus on Nov 17, 2018 14:40:33 GMT -5
Edmund “Eddie” Radcliffe son of anita and rodger radcliffe
Within seconds of seeing the newcomer, Eddie knew exactly who she was without any introduction. The black and white hair was an obvious cue, and while he didn't like to assume things based off appearances, this was too easy. When she spoke, his point was only proven. No one besides a daughter of his father's enemy could talk about an animal like that. Well, probably not no one but it was more likely than any other villain. Not many were obsessed with skinning animals. He hoped that she had a bigger heart than what his father told him to expect.
His mother had told him to make friends with these children, and then tell her if they better than made out to be as children of villains. She would fight for any child in a bad place like the Isle. He had even gotten old stories about Cruella when they had been in school together. Anita Radcliffe had the biggest heart of anyone he knew. On the flip side, his father had given him multiple warnings about the woman and her family. He didn't want the dogs to get hurt on the Isle and told his son to be careful.
However, all his father's warnings went out the window when Dipper ran up to the woman and nudged her legs, circling her with a wagging tail. Dogs were, in fact, the best judge of character. Eddie couldn't help the bright smile that spread across his face when Dipper decided he liked the De Vil daughter. "He can't help but notice you either, apparently." He decided to crack a joke, hoping it didn't get taken the wrong way. Eddie motioned to her hair, "Maybe because you match." He actually let out a little giggle. It startled him a little, because it was partially nervous and partially because of his humor.
Dipper left the girl's side and nudged Eddie's left leg, letting his owner scratch behind his entirely black ear before darting away again. Eddie's nerves dissipated at his dog's unspoken insistence. They had a nonverbal communication set up, as he had with all his dogs. Dipper was obviously telling him to chill. "Yeah, we just got here and the pup wanted to explore." He shrugged at held out his hand, "I'm Eddie."
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 17, 2018 21:46:08 GMT -5
Digby Cipher son of beldane and poppy
Where was it? Where had it gone? He had seen it come into the kitchen, he knew it was in here.
Scuttle, scuttle.
There.
Eyes landing on the nearby lower cabinets, the little boy got down on his hands and knees. He crouched down as low as he could, all concentration focused on the cabinet. Whatever was inside there wasn’t about to get away from Diggy Cipher, not today, not ever. He was going to get what was inside there and take it down like the feral hunter he was.
While nobody in the household had an actual pet cat, Diggy had been around them ever since he could remember. Which he could obviously remember a lot because he had been alive for a really, really long time. Four years was forever, and somehow his mom and dad had lived even longer than that. They were really, really old, probably about to die soon. Well, his dad could die any day now because he had already lost an eye. Losing an eye was, like, the very last thing that happened to a person before they died, Diggy just knew that because he was very, very smart. Remember, he was very old - four whole years! - so that made him incredibly wise. His mom still had both of her eyes so that meant she was going to live for a while longer, which was cool. He liked his mom, but if Diggy had to pick one of his parents he’d pick his dad. At least his dad was more likely to let him get away with eating dirt. He loved his mom, but his dad let him get away with more. Which was sad because his dad was gonna die soon. Diggy was preparing himself for that moment when his dad died. Just the other day he had went out and pulled up some of the very few weeds that grew outside and threw them at his dad because that’s what adults did when people died, they threw weeds at the body, and Diggy had to prepare not only himself for the death, but he had to get his dad ready, too, that was just the right thing to do.
Squeak.
Right, he was a hunter right now, not a thinker. What had he been thinking about before the whole death thing?
Hunting. Cats. Right.
With his mom being the go-to vet of the Isle, Diggy had seen a lot of cats in his life. He had watched many times before how they would lock in on some unsuspecting mouse, bird, or squirrel that actually inhabited the Isle and then stalked it until pouncing. Sometimes the cat would actually get its prey, sometimes it wouldn’t, but Diggy was determined to get his prey. He was going to show all of the cats on the Isle that he was the ultimate prey catcher and that nothing could get past him.
Diggy slowly and silently made his way over to the cabinet. It didn’t take the little boy long to be close enough to reach out and grab ahold of the cabinet’s handle. Then with all the precision of the mighty hunter that he was, Diggy opened the cabinet door and was met by the sight of his prey - a scrawny house mouse. Without any hesitation in his movements the young boy pounced forward right at the rodent. His first swipe at the mouse missed, but he was quick to reach out again. And perhaps due to being caught by surprise, the mouse hadn’t been fast enough and was soon caught in Diggy’s hand. There was a struggle, but Diggy managed to keep the creature in his grasp. He might have gotten bit as well, but he was too excited to care about that at all right now.
Now with his prey captured Diggy did the only thing that one does after catching an entire mouse by hand.
He opened his mouth and stuck the still alive creature inside.
It was about that time when somebody else walked into the kitchen and Diggy’s attention was turned to who had just walked in.
As soon as he saw the familiar face of Hadley, a wide smile pulled at the young Cipher’s lips. ”Mmmmmm!” He called out in a close-mouth greeting, cheeks bulged out with the frightened and confused mouse still inside his mouth. But for Diggy this wasn’t enough. Hadley was, like, one of his best friends so he had to give the older kid a proper hello.
Just like it was an everyday thing, Diggy nonchalantly spat out the mouse and held it up by the tail, excitement visibly shaking in his tiny body. ”Look, look, I got a mouse! I was gonna eat it all by myself but I can share.” He would share his catch with Hadley because Hadley deserved some of the mouse.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 18, 2018 3:06:40 GMT -5
Katherine Ashley "Junior" Slim, Jr. Son of Katherine Barlow and Alameda Slim
Wyoming would eventually find her oldest brother out in the stables. It had become a bit of a ritual for him, really, for the past few years, to go out and visit Blackjack. His horse needed the company, after all, and he was glad to give it. Horses weren't something you just stuck in a stable or corral and left alone. That's how they knocked over buckets of water and caused a world of trouble.
Not that his Blackjack was a troublemaker. He'd make anyone who insisted otherwise take their words and eat 'em if they ever insisted as much. He'd gotten the black horse as a little foal, and had trained him for almost four years. He was the best darned horse on the Isle. Well, apart from his siblings' horses. They were pretty dang spiffy too. But he loved Blackjack the most.
Which was why he was singing the horse a lullaby, guitar out and everything. His son needed to be sung to sleep, he was a little finicky about that, really.
When he heard his sister's call, though, he stopped what he was doing. No need for Wyoming to hear this. She might make fun of him for being a good horse father.
"Wyo? What's got you so riled up?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 18, 2018 3:27:18 GMT -5
Maloch Hiram Marchendrache Son of Maleficent and Captain Hook
Today was a pretty nice day, all things considered. The sun wasn't out, the birds weren't singing, and that meant that it was a good day to just submit to the void and go to sleep. On a dumpster. For the aesthetic. His mother would probably slaughter him if she caught her "ferocious fairy prince" sleeping on a dumpster like a homeless man, but he didn't care. What were the chances she'd actually get close enough to a dumpster to actually catch him? He was free, no one could catch him, and he was damn sure not about to move. Not even if the dumpster caught on fire. No sir. He was hidden in a place no one could ever get to him and disturb his slumber.
Well...unless it was Jester.
But he ought to have seen that coming.
"Mmmnn..." The fairy boy mumbled, rolling over on his dumpster bed and rubbing at his eyes. "...Jester, you look like you made someone hella mad and they beat the sense out of you." Oh, so you're observant today, huh? "...what did you do?" If March was surprised at all, he didn't look nor sound like it. Whoops.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 13:27:59 GMT -5
Christian Hadley Badun Son of Cruella de Vil and Horace Badun
Hadley found himself mildly impressed. Diggy had caught himself a mouse? That was pretty hard to do. The Isle mice were scrawny and fast and mean. Much like the Isle kids themselves, if you thought about it. Not that they were really mean, per se, but everyone kind of had a gloomy view of life that was completely justified, in his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, Diggs, just save me a bit of it, alright mate? I got to get this water bottle up to your mum." He explained, gesturing towards the bottle in his hands. "We 'ave a patient, so I gotta hurry."
With that, Hadley ruffled Diggy's hair. "You can come to watch if you wanna? You just have to be real quiet-like and careful."
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Post by Headphone Actor on Nov 19, 2018 15:47:59 GMT -5
ChesTER CaDaNcE dE ViL Son of Cruella de Vil and Cheetata
"To the docks!" Chester proclaimed, already spinning on his heels and leading Emmett away from his house. "I heard that Negasi kid - Sango, you know - talking about something shiny buried near the water, but how he wasn't able to reach it." The de Vil boy shot a cocky sort of grin towards his pal. "Which means, find your eye patch and curved sword, pal o'mine, we're going on a treasure hunt!"
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:13:23 GMT -5
C̸̨̰͈̠̥̬̩̱̪̗͍͕̪͛͛̋͒̐̏̄́̋͌̀͑͜͠͝ͅƠ̶̧̢̹̞̠͉̰̳̣͙̙͂̀͗͆̏̆̈́͑̏͘͠R̴̢͉͍̪͇̰͖̯̱̭̞̟͓̂̓͊̆̅̌̿̋́̎͋̆͜͝Ř̶̲͍̬͇̲̺̭͂͊̔͂̐̽̆͑̕Ư̷̧̬͙̠͙̜̱̝̪͕̣̟͙͌̾͑́͌͆͑̓͝Ṕ̴̧̛͙̺̞͂̆͋̐̚͠͝͝T̶̡̡̛͔͉̙̗͇͉͖̻̥̬̗̲͆́͂͊͋͑̓̒̄̑̾̕̚̕E̷̢̹͕̦̠̓̍̒͋̕͠Ŗ̶̳̣̜̱̠͘ ̴͕͇̑͋͐T̶̼̩̺̘̝̺̰̝̬̱̫́́̾̑͆̒̇̆̎̇̆̚͘̚ͅÍ̶̫̠͇̩̜͚̘̙̺̘̰̀̅̔͑͛̽́̏̅͠͝͠͠͝M̸̧̮̺͎͔̩̤̟̯̥͍̊͌̌͌͌̈̌̄̐̈́̕E̷̠̍́̓͆̅̐̿̍͘ daughter of turbo and cy-bug
Not nice. Not nice at all. Her family was terrible. Were they even a family? Blood related, yes, but blood didn’t equal family. The cy-bugs always attacked her. She was the different one, the one that didn’t quite fit in. Even if she looked more like her mother than her father it was still obvious to the bloodthirsty insects that she wasn’t one of them. If they attacked her, which happened a lot, she would fight back. Somehow she had survived for years by attacking back, learning how to fight, defend, and kill. She wasn’t innocent. She had blood on her hands. She had killed plenty of times before, many of her family. To survive was to kill, and to kill was to survive. It had been the way things had always been in her life. Yet now she had finally had enough. She had ran away. Things were different outside the group, she had watched and observed from the shadows for a long, long time. Now she was out here and free. She was going to do more than just survive from day to day. She was going to live and she was going to make a name for herself.
A name.
Didn’t these people outside of the group have names? She had heard them before. People calling out to others with a specific word. Would she need one? She would. To fit in she would need a name. But before she could fit in, before she could acclimate to this new world outside the cy-bug group, she needed to survive.
Green eyes continued to focus on the other girl that was supposed to be helping her out with her bleeding wounds. She was taking a long time. Too long, too long. The blood was still running down her arms, warm and sticky. Warm, sticky, delicious. When was the last time she had eaten? Too long. Too long. Much too long. Now that she was somewhat coherent and starting to regain strength, the daughter of Turbo inclined her head forward as she brought up an arm, tongue coming out to lick down her arm and across some of the deeper cuts. A low ‘hmmm’ slipped from the bug as the scarlet liquid ran down her throat. She took a few more laps at her broken skin before glancing back toward the girl she was with. ”You are...useless with helping. Be faster, the blood will be all gone before I could die of anything else.” Okay, that was rude, especially since this stranger was trying to help her, but did she really have to be so slow? The cy-bug herself could have fixed her wounds by now if she hadn’t been so out of breath before.
She shook her head. Maybe that had been too rude. Would that make the other girl leave her? No, no, need her. Survive. Can’t let her go. ”...You can talk, but also help. Talk as you help.” Maybe that was nicer. Maybe that would keep the girl from leaving before the wounds were bandaged.
Eventually the girl that was helping her - Candy, she had a name, it was Candy - began to tear off the sleeves of her red and green shirt. The half cy-bug tilted her head as she watched Candy with the sleeves, raising her arms forward when it seemed like the other female was ready to wrap the cloth around her arms. ”Both,” she confirmed with a nod.
Then came the question of her family.
Panic. Had to run. Get away. Attack.
The half insect glanced away as she formulated the right words to say in her mind. After a lapse of silence she finally found the words. ”Cy-bugs. They know I’m different, not like them. Dad wasn’t a cy-bug so they would pick on me. Attack, hurt me.” She glanced down as if ashamed that she hadn’t been able to stand up for herself just enough to gain importance, or even gain enough respect to not be beaten at any mishap, in her group. ”I finally got away. But not before they attacked.” Which resulted in the cuts on her arms that were now being bandaged by what had once been Candy’s shirt sleeves.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:14:27 GMT -5
Sanura Negasi daughter of scar
Now wasn’t the time to let herself get worked up over the fact that Collie was here. Collie was here and this was the first time in years they had ever been this close to one another. Years ago they had barely gone a whole day without getting into trouble and doing something with one another side-by-side. Now they avoided one another. Or rather, Collie avoided her. Sanura had never truly avoided the mafia boss on purpose. Over the years since their falling out the lioness had gotten herself busy what with the crew, becoming captain, maintaining the distribution of goods between the other two gangs and her own, and even trying to prepare herself for the day when her father turned the throne over to her. Well, not really throne, the Isle didn’t exactly have one of those, but it was a cool term and Sanura was totally going to get herself a throne when Scar died. Not just any throne, either, but a really cool one. Maybe she could have it made completely out of bones or something cool like that. A bone throne. Not even an Auradonian throne could compete with the one she was going to be sitting on one day.
But anyway.
Trying to keep herself from doing something impulsive all over again, which was hard for the lioness, Sanura did what she could to keep her attention mostly on Eli and what he was saying. Though it wasn’t long until her attention was thrown back to Collie, and she couldn’t help but look the de Vil over for what was probably deemed a moment much too long. The big cat shook her head and glanced down, gaze spotting the cup she had almost tipped off the table moments before. She reached out and began to play with the cup, a finger circling around the top. That would be safer than actually scooting it across the table, right? It should be. There was no way messing with it like this could cause it to scoot off the table, fall into the floor, and shatter.
Even though she was messing with the cup it wasn’t long before her attention fell back to the conversation at hand. Was it her turn to speak up? It seemed like it. ”Serpent Prep transfers include Khari Negasi, Basu Singh, and Bala Singh.” There were totally more transfers than just the three of them, but they were the ones that had the most recognizable names, and by that it meant they had the names that she had actually been able to read without doubting herself. Reading the Negasi name had been very easy for her considering it was a name she saw all the time. The Singh last name was easy as well, mostly from hearing the older lions like Zira and Nuka droning on and on about how Vitani had betrayed them to get with that jungle cat. Bag or something was his name. As soon as she had read their names on the list of transfers going to Serpent Prep she had been intrigued. This was more of her family. Khari being blood related with Basu and Bala being related through marriage. It was all very interesting, and San was more than prepared to finally meet some of her Auradon family. Of course, this meeting wasn’t about meeting her family, this was about getting off the Isle. Maybe really getting to know her family would up the chances of showing these Auradon kids that they were worthy to get off the Isle, so getting to know them was important, but not the point right now.
When asked if she had met a transfer yet, Sanura shook her head. ”Sadly, no, but I’m hoping soon. I think the transfers actually go to school still. Once they get the idea that nothing important happens there they’ll be easier to track down.” Seriously, who spent most of their day at a school? Well, everybody else on the Isle did unless they were Serpent Prep, but still. Sanura didn’t understand it, the whole school thing. It was confusing and useless, and surely soon her transfers would realize that as well and become easier to find.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:15:37 GMT -5
Luna Rose McCoy daughter of lil' lightning and ruby
Well, Camp did have a point. Being the only deer on the Isle made Roe the strongest by default. Roe was already pretty cocky and proud about being the strongest deer on the Isle since he truly did believe that he was, so somebody telling him out loud that, by default, he was the strongest deer then surely the guy would let that really get to his head. That somewhat worried Luna Rose if only knowing that if he was honestly told that he was the strongest then he’d be getting into a lot more trouble than just being stuck in a wall. The deer-dog could handle himself, he was old enough and capable, but Luna Rose couldn’t help but feel a bit protective over her brother-in-law. He could be annoying and downright exhausting to deal with at times, but he was important to Camp and therefore important to her. ”If he hears that from anybody we won’t hear the end of it.” It was true enough, and even if Roe could get a little high and mighty with thinking he could take down anything that came his way, Luna Rose really wasn’t against boosting his confidence in himself. And maybe he needed that after getting stuck in a wall for a good five or so minutes.
Now with the whole Roe being stuck in the wall problem solved, Luna Rose went over to where a decent pile of supplies lay. She reached down and grabbed another sledgehammer that had been brought along with the rest of the supplies. She wasn’t about to just stand around and do nothing while everybody else was putting in time and effort to work on a house that she was going to be living in relatively soon. If she had no part in fixing this place up then there wouldn’t be any satisfaction and she’d honestly just feel like she had made everybody else do the work. If she wanted to make this place feel like a true home then she was going to give it all she got in helping and making the house absolutely amazing. It was where she was going to live with her husband for the rest of their lives, where she may raise any possible kids she and Camp might have, and where she was going to feel like she had accomplished something. It had to be perfect and she had to contribute to the house’s reconstruction.
She was just making her way back over to help Camp with the wall when the hound dog called out to his brother who, when Luna Rose looked over, was already struggling to pick up too much wood for him to handle. A grunt could be heard from him before he eventually decided against it and put down some of the wood, now able to carry it even if he still looked a bit overwhelmed. ”I will if you’re not too slow with that wall!” Roe called back as he made his way over to where Cash and Dixie were.
Now back to the wall Luna Rose gave something like a challenging growl toward the rotten thing. ”I can totally knock this down before you can,” she chuffed over to her husband, flashing him a quick look of challenge with her amber eyes right as she put in her own forceful hit at the wall. The hole grew bigger but the wall still kept up. Well, it was a start, and was proving to be more effective than Roe nubbing it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:16:09 GMT -5
Morrigan Grimhilde daughter of mor'du and mama gunda
Anybody who thought Nessie was fantastic was a-okay in Morrigan’s book. It probably said a lot about somebody if they cared more about how others felt about their animals than what somebody thought of them self, but Morrigan has never really been the kind of person that cared about how others viewed her. Somebody could think of her as the worst person to have ever cursed the Isle and she wouldn’t bat an eye. Now if somebody thought that about Nessie then it would be another story altogether. Sure, people didn’t have to always like the canine, but there was no way Morrigan would allow somebody to be rude or mean to her. Luckily a lot of the people, if not most, who inhabited the Isle loved animals, and so far Morrigan had never had anybody come to her with a problem about her familiar. Not that anybody would have a problem with Nessie, she was absolutely amazing. Anyway.
Getting into the mindset of answering medical questions, Morrigan pushed aside any and all thoughts of animals her familiar in particular. Akram seemed truly interested and intrigued in the way the Isle handled injuries such as infections and broken bones. Even if he wasn’t as interested as he was the bear-gorilla wouldn’t withhold any information. Anybody who was even the slightest bit interested in this was going to get an answer. ”I don’t mind in the slightest,” she replied with ease. If she minded she wouldn’t have even let the guy get this far. She would never turn down somebody who was curious in this stuff, or curious about anything that she was at least a tad bit knowledgeable in. ”Well, we clean any and all wounds and then do our best to keep it bandaged with anything that we have. If the wound is bad enough I’d like to check up on it once a day for a week or so, just to clean it daily and rewrap it. Sometimes when we get a good shipment over from Auradon I can grab some honey. It never gets old and it actually helps with keeping infection at bay. Some people prefer to eat it, but it’s a wonderful natural antiseptic all the same.” She had nothing against the consumption of honey, but she didn’t exactly crave it at any point in time. Somewhere she had heard something about bears and honey and how bears were supposedly in love with the bee-made liquid, but Morrigan didn’t think it was the best thing ever. Maybe because she wasn’t completely bear. That had to be it.
”As for broken bones,” the daughter of Mor’du began, ”we try to keep the broken area tightly wrapped with something to keep the bone stable. If the bone is shattered, well, that’s a different story. That’s a lot more difficult to deal with and if it happens what we can mostly do is try to heal what we can but pain management is the most important. Eventually the bone will heal, or rather it will stabilize itself one way or another and the pain will stop. Luckily, though, I haven’t had to deal with too many breaks. A broken arm or finger here and there, even a fractured skull, but so far nothing that was too terrible.” Broken bones were tricky. But luckily Morrigan had yet to deal with anything that was completely life threatening when it came to broken bones. Hopefully it would stay that way.
After a few moments Morrigan found herself asking, ”And what about Auradon? With everything you have there’s bound to be more efficient ways to heal wounds and broken bones.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:16:45 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed and kijana
Cannibal. Earl knew all too well what a cannibal was. That’s what San was, a cannibal. She ate those Kakamora people all the time because they were bad and always trying to kill off crew members, just like how they had attacked Basu and Earl not all that long ago. San has also eaten Undine, which Earl would be sad about if not for the fact that Ursula’s daughter had snapped one of his bones in two and made him cry. If it weren’t for that then maybe the hyena-jackal would be sad about her being killed by the lioness pirate captain, but she had really been mean to not only him but to a lot of people in the crew. She had even been rude to San herself, something about how Undine would have made a better captain of the pirate crew. That hadn’t ticked San off, she was pretty open to hear if people thought she lacked in her leadership in some areas, but Undine had been very rude. Then of course there was the whole infamous eating of Richard Ratigan that had happened something like a year ago. Earl very well knew it had happened, he had the guy’s skeleton in his bone collection, but he didn’t know the reason behind it. He had always know San to have a reason for killing and eating somebody, so he simply believed that the rat guy had done something very, very bad.
Overall, being a cannibal wasn’t a bad thing at all to the son of Ed. In a way he saw it as normal even if he only knew of San feasting on the flesh of other humans. He had never eaten another person because he just ate all the crabs he could find. He ate other seafood as well when he could get his hands on it, and there was a few times when he’d eat any bug that he might catch. And sock rats. Honestly Earl ate a lot of random things that he could get his hands on. He did make sure to share with his family and crew when he could, though. He liked sharing food even if it was scarce and hard to come by.
In typical Earl fashion the canine hybrid let out a sharp laugh. ”It’s okay if you’re a cannibal, but I haven’t eaten anybody either. Or a crab person, I don’t know if I would eat a crab person.” Then in a moment of actual thought, something that didn’t happen all that often in Earl’s brain, he asked, ”If eating a crab person makes you a cannibal are you a crab person? Aren’t you a cat? It’s okay if you’re a crab, I’ll still be your boyfriend, aha!” There was no way Earl would stop being Basu’s boyfriend. He was attached to the leopon more than a crab was attached to its shell. There was no way he was leaving Basu unless for some reason the Auradonian wanted to leave him first. But that was a sad thought and Earl didn’t want to think about that at all. He wasn’t an expert at relationships but he realized that usually when one ended it wasn’t for a good reason.
His thoughts were snapped out of those depressing topics when he picked up on the fact that his leopon - or secret crab person - boyfriend mentioned sleep walking and then biting somebody named Barry. ”Who’s Barry? Did he, aha, taste good?” The hyena asked with a tilt of his head. ”Is Barry a crab person, too?” Because if they were still talking about cannibalism and Basu was actually a crab person then surely that meant this Barry guy was also a crab person, it only made sense to Earl that Barry would be. Luckily he had Basu to answer this very important question for him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 21, 2018 22:17:54 GMT -5
Digby Cipher son of beldane and poppy
It wasn’t every day that he got to eat something as fresh as a mouse that he had just caught. Diggy always liked it when he was able to eat really fresh things, and while he would have been able to easily eat the mouse all by himself - because big boys ate all their food - he was okay with sharing a bit of the mouse with Hadley. Diggy was sure the older boy would really like the rodent. It would be stringy and lean, but fresh meat was fresh meat, and maybe this little house mouse would taste better than the last one he had eaten. Maybe it hasn’t tasted as good because he hadn’t caught that one all by himself; what had happened was that his mom had taken in a sick cat a month or so ago. The tabby cat had been mostly fine, just a bit of a sneeze, and when it was starting to feel better it started traveling around the house and had one day caught a mouse. Diggy had been around and heard the commotion, and being the ruthless hunter that he was, took the mouse from the cat and ate it without a second thought. But don’t worry, he still made sure the tabby had been fed. He didn’t let the poor animal starve. Diggy liked animals and wouldn’t let them die. Mice were pretty cool too but sometimes the life of an animal was needed as sacrifice if he himself wanted to eat.
Before he could eat the creature in his hand, Hadley’s mentioning that there was a new patient caught the demon horse-fennec fox-red panda’s attention. ”What is it?” He asked excitedly. ”A dog or cat?” They were typically the most common animals that came through here. ”What about a crocodile?” So that one was a bit out of the water, but he was just throwing out wild guesses now. Besides, it was fun being a little out there, and maybe it really was a crocodile. Now that would be really cool, a whole crocodile in the house. He wondered if it would try to eat him. Diggy would totally let a crocodile eat one of his fingers or two, or he would let it take a bite out of his arm. Then he’d have one of those cool scars on his arm like Aunt Celeste did. Yeah, that’s what he wanted, a cool arm scar.
”I’ll come and watch!” The little boy then exclaimed, excited that Hadley was going to let him come in and watch. ”You can help it feel better and I’ll let it eat my arm so I can get a cool scar!” Because getting a cool arm scar was totally important here. ”I can be quiet,” Diggy then added at the end as almost an afterthought.
Following alongside Hadley, Diggy’s attention turned back to the mouse that had stopped squirming around in his grasp, knowing that its time was ending. Without caring if it was cooked or not Diggy brought the animal back to his mouth and took a quick, hard bite. He pulled his head back, tearing the mouse’s own head off in a rather sloppy manner. He started on the rest of the body, careful to leave a few bits and pieces for Hadley. He pulled apart a leg and looked up at his friend, holding out one of the legs to him. ”This is for you,” he whispered because he was already practicing his quiet voice for when they visited his mom’s newest patient.
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