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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 21, 2018 1:25:16 GMT -5
Waeringawicum McWisp son of white rabbit and bandersnatch
What sort of trouble could a white rabbit get himself into today? He had an idea already, go around and steal some stuff from any of the nearby shops. He was going to use Wokaihwokomos as a distraction, maybe get the big guy to pull some poor fool’s pants down while Waeringawicum himself grabbed whatever he could get his hands on. Maybe he could find some good stuff, too. It would be nice to get a good mixture of viable, fresh food and then some things that could be taken down to the Court of Miracles to be sold to whoever wanted to buy it. If today ended up like the last time then the McWisp family would have enough food and money to last an entire month. Maybe if he was even luckier he’d be able to find a few things that could be turned into toys for his familiar and then Wokaihwokomos’s familiar as well. He’d get something for Winona’s familiar, too. There would be a little something for everybody all because Waeringawicum had gone out and successfully stolen a ton of stuff.
Looking around, Waeringawicum tried to locate any nearby stores that looked like they would be a good place to try his luck in. His eyes glanced down at his familiar who was held in nicely with the harness. ”What do you think, boy?” The lanky rabbit-monster boy asked, his words definitely sounding like he was expecting a response back from the large animal.
Wokaihwokomos tilted his head upward, nose twitching rapidly up and down. There was an intelligence in his eyes that not other rabbits would have, but even then the rabbit said nothing, merely remained silent all the while staring up at his owner.
The young coven member wasn’t deterred by this. He chuckled, reaching down to scratch at his familiar’s forehead. ”Is that where you want to go?” He asked as if the rabbit had responded to his question earlier. Waeringawicum raised an eyebrow at the suggestion his familiar had given him. ”Shere Khan’s pawn shop, eh? What do you think we’ll find, Wokaihwokomos?” There was no telling what they would find in that old tiger’s place. Some trinkets here, some trinkets there. There was bound to be a good abundance of stuff that could be swiped.
Apparently the tall boy had been so absorbed with scouting out a place and speaking with his familiar that he didn’t even notice his sister coming up from behind him; it would be easier to notice her than not considering how she didn’t quite blend into the shadows at all, but the moment she came up behind him and spoke up, Waeringawicum actually startled. His lanky legs buckled up from underneath him and he shot forward into the air. All the while Wokaihwokomos stayed where he was, nose twitching and eyes curiously looking up at Winona. The rabbit boy soon landed back on the ground, his own nose twitching furiously as he reached a hand out and ran his fingers through his white-gray dappled hair as if that would distract Winona from the fact that she had actually managed to startle him. Once his hair was ruffled he leaned forward and playfully punched his older sister on the shoulder as if doing that would also make her forget he had startled. ”What are you doing sneaking around like some fox? You startle somebody other than me and you’ll have a bite taken out of you,” he teased right as a mischievous look crossed his features. ”Well, I guess I could still bite you.” As the words fell off his tongue he parted his lips wide enough to show off his teeth, the front bucked like a rabbit’s with the canines sharp and quite deadly looking if they ever were needed to bite deeply into flesh. Waeringawicum would never actually bite his siblings, let alone ever hurt them, but he could throw out the joking threat. He never wanted his siblings to be hurt, and he had had to deal with them in pain in the past before. It was something he hated, something he would ruminate on in the confines of his own mind. He hadn’t been able to protect his brother and sister. He hadn’t been able to save them. Sure they were still alive and hadn’t suffered anything too harshly, but even still, something had happened and he hadn’t been able to do a thing about it.
Waeringawicum shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to think about all that stuff. Right now he just needed to stay in this moment with Winona, not dive back into the past where he hadn’t been able to do a thing.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 21, 2018 1:27:36 GMT -5
Earl Fisi son of ed sheeran
The comment Earl had made about still dating Basu even if he was a crab person hadn’t settled into the hyena-jackal’s mind as much as it had Basu’s. Earl didn’t even think that statement would be as memorable as it would be. He totally meant what he had said, that was for sure. Even if Basu was a crab and not a leopon the son of Ed would still very much date him. Despite knowing the native Auradonian for a couple days - even though by now it felt like a year - there was just something about Basu that Earl just really liked. He liked a lot of people that he knew, especially his family and his crewmates. He liked Bash and Shomari and Njeri and Pri and Sera and Sola and everybody who belonged to Serpent Prep, but there was something more with how he felt about Basu. He just felt all warm and fuzzy and nice and like he just wanted to cuddle the leopon forever. It wasn’t something he hadn’t felt for another person before. Thinking about it Earl was sure it was because Basu was his boyfriend. People were supposed to love their boyfriends, and Earl was sure he loved Basu. Yeah, that’s what this was. It was love. If he could he would marry Basu right now and right here.
San! He could get San to marry him to Basu right now! He just needed to find the pirate captain, wherever she was. That would be the hard part. Marrying his boyfriend also brought up some questions for the hyena-jackal hybrid. Would Basu take the Fisi last name or would Earl take the Singh last name? Earl would like being a Singh, it was a nice name. Earl Singh. That had a nice ring to it. Basu Fisi didn’t sound as fun as Earl Singh, so maybe they could keep the leopon’s last name. Or, or! They could hyphenate their last name. People did that. Fisi-Singh or Singh-Fisi. Honestly no matter what they did with their last names Earl would be extremely happy. He would be happy because Basu would be his husband. How lucky would he be to have such an amazing guy as a husband? Man, the hyena really was lucky and realizing that made him all the happier to be here with the leopon.
The feeling of arms coming around him knocked him out of his thoughts. Confusion clouded his yellow gaze for a second before he realized it was simply his feline, not crab, boyfriend pulling him into a hug. As soon as he registered this the canine boy cuddled into Basu, a soft laugh coming from him as he took in the warmth of the other guy’s embrace. ”You’re, aha, warm,” Earl chimed softly. This was another reason why Basu was the best - he was warm.
He listened to his boyfriend as he went on to explain how he actually wasn’t a crab person and how Barry, also, wasn’t a crab person but actually a bear. ”I know a bear!” Earl exclaimed. ”I’ve never bit her. She’s one of the doctors that could have, ehehe, helped after those mean coconuts!” More specifically she was a bear gorilla, but she was a bear all the same.
”I should probably head back to the shack soon.”
A low whine escaped Earl when he heard that statement. He didn’t want to leave Basu, but now that he was noticing it the day was growing old. Maybe it was time for Basu to head back. Bala and Khari were probably waiting for him too, and Earl didn’t want to keep any of Basu’s family waiting. Even still he stayed where he was in the feline’s embrace. ”Can I see you again tomorrow? I like your hugs,” the son of Ed murmured. Basu had the best hugs ever, and maybe he was getting clingy already, but he really would like to get a Basu hug every day now. In return he’d give an Earl hug, but he was sure they weren’t as warm and comfortable.
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Post by . on Dec 21, 2018 18:12:27 GMT -5
Hercules Patrick Nephus Son of Hydros and Echidna
Hercules was dressed in his finest suit, like he always was. After all, a businessman had to look his best. Sure, it may not be as fancy as what those spoiled brats on Auradon liked to wear, but it was nicer than most of what he saw walking around the Isle. He knew that his parentage put him on the Isle - no doubt - but at least he had the class to match the whiny little preps on Auradon. He actually hadn’t interacted much with the transfers yet and he planned to keep it that way. Bringing kids from Auradon here was nothing but trouble and he was gonna stand by that thought.
He was a few coins richer due to the idiocy of that younger McCoy boy. He was dumb and Herc wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of that. He slipped the coins into his pocket, smirking a bit to himself as he wandered out of the abandoned shack that he’d met the boy in. It actually wasn’t a terrible place, despite not being occupied at the moment. An upgrade from what Herc was currently occupying. Of course, where one lives didn’t matter if nobody knew.
See, Herc kept his residence a closely guarded secret. Nobody knew much about him unless it was absolutely necessary and he liked it that way. People needed to keep their distance or Herc was going to lose out on the power in his future. He didn’t know how or where he’d get it, but he knew he’d have power in the future. That’s how business worked, and that’s what the McCoy boy fell for. If only everyone was as dumb as Cyrus Dev McCoy. In fact, maybe Herc would befriend him. Surely his brothers were smarter. Herc just had to be careful about making sure that Roe and Campbell didn’t find out about how Herc was cheating their brother whenever he had the chance.
With a smirk on his face, Herc pushed his way back into the lively and colorful world of the Isle. A place were people were happy and satisfied with their lives. Yeah, okay. If that was true, Herc would be more successful than he was. Unfortunately, the Isle made people smart. Maybe hitting up those stupid transfers wasn’t such a bad idea. Herc liked to believe that they weren’t quite as intelligent in the ways of trickery as the Isle kids.
Maybe Little McCoy would do better on Auradon.
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 25, 2018 17:16:30 GMT -5
October Candy-Bash Boogie daughter of oogie boogie "I guess?" Candy said, wiggling her nose. It was a complicated situation she thought. Like sure, she occasionally got hurt by a razor blade or two. Sometimes poisoned, that faded though. No direct hitting at least, she thought. Mental abuse... emotional... nope, nada. Brick as steel- thick as thighs.
Perhaps it wasn't the saying, but on that train of thought, some thighs were thick. Like, could crush you with no effort thick and that stuff was harder than brick or steel. Like... there was examples, she knew there was. Egg! That Witch School boy that like, never wore clothes. He could absolutely crush anyone with his thighs, why else would he show them off so much? That was the explanation, anyone showing their thighs was challenging the world to fight them because they knew their thighs were a++. Personally, she's rate herself as an 8/10 with thigh crushing, perhaps she should think of showing off her thighs more to threaten those who thought she was unable to crush their heads with but her legs. (as a notice, she can't. she really can't. she probably can't crush a bug with her thighs.)
Oh! Oh! But the guy who took the cake! He was like, too old for her, and a guy, so like, no go, but he was the thighmaster! Zangief from that one video game was the best. Oh, he was amazing, and he showed off his thighs!! It was a sign! He was the thighmaster and Candy just guessed she had to one day try to compare to that.
Right! New bug child she was going to adopt because bugs!! "Casual small stuff, hardly hurts, plus, the likelihood of me dying is small." Candy gave the girl a grin, placing her fingers to the dimples on her cheeks.
"You don't have a name? How about... Lollipop? Twix? Hershey? - No, Hershey is a boy's name, which is a shame because being named Hershey would be great! Tootsie! Full name Tootsie Roll! Hmmm... If I ever have kids, I'm naming them after candy, wouldn't you?"
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 25, 2018 17:16:48 GMT -5
Prija Luci Felin daughter of Lucifer and Si In her defense, she hadn't meant to take the cat nap so high. She hadn't planned on falling either, but beggars can't be choosers.
How had decided to make the top of the wooden cabinet in the ship so high anyway? It was too high, too comfortable, perfect for naps and perfect for falling. She had curled up into a ball earlier, in an attempt to try and calm herself from the sheer excitement that was brought into her dreams as well.
The dream had been an odd one, but enjoyable. Recent events flooded it in graciousness and what could Prija say other than she loved it. It was a shame it was the cause of the cat leaving a giant thud of a sound on the ground.
Perhaps Prija should rethink the decision to get up and walk it off. But her face hurt. With fair reason. She hadn't made an attempt to remove her head from the floor, accepting her fate as a new rug on these grounds of the ship. She was fairly sure she was kissing the ground, upset with herself over that, but she ached from the fall far too much to move away.
Eventually she could get up, preferably before anyone saw her lying on the ground. Perhaps if she didn't manage to, she could start a cat pile, or claim she was inspecting the floors with vigorous attention. As long as no one saw the fall, she'd be fine.
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 25, 2018 17:19:13 GMT -5
Axy Lotl-Vultor daughter of the axolotl "You're going to traumatize someone."
"Correct, I am going to educate them about fun activities on the Isle," Axy responded, cheeky grin on her face as she spun away from her brother, grabbing a piece of jewelry. Shabby jewelry overall, but good enough that enjoyed wearing it out.
"That isn't close to what I said."
"Close enough!" Axy said, ignoring her brother's look of plea to stop. She hadn't stopped in the 20 years of her existence, she wasn't going to stop when there was a crowd of new people on the Isle, waiting to experience some fun, odd activities she found. They ranged from making off-tasting cookies to using pencils on crumpled paper to building trash snowmen.
But today, she found what looked to be an interesting activity she could make. It bordered on something a SP kid would do moreso, given the stupidity of it, but, using jellyfish to make clothing sounded like a fun idea. Only issue, she needed to drag someone along. Now, she had no issues grabbing anyone, but since the closest person was her brother, she had to go searching since he sucked and never went on these excursions with her because he was 'too serious' and 'too cool.' He's not serious or cool so he can stfu.
She turned out the door, yelled a goodbye to brother and if the vultdads were home, she guessed them too, and marched out the door on the hunt for a kid. SP, WS, DH, hell, even one of those transfers crawling around. She was willing to grab.
Here is where the writer of the posts makes assumptions and does a sly, not directly saying where but like, it's a place in order to defend themselves in the case the other character being dragged into Axy's really dumb plans isn't where they'd normally be. Oh look, there is the other character!
Axy spotted the girl standing there, ignored whatever she was doing, grabbed her arm and started to drag, immediately going to explain as the axolotl forced to other to walk alongside her. "You aren't a coven kid I think, but, this is worth trying so you are going to try and help me build together a new bodysuit, cool, sweet, no going back on this now!"
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 28, 2018 0:51:52 GMT -5
C̸̨̰͈̠̥̬̩̱̪̗͍͕̪͛͛̋͒̐̏̄́̋͌̀͑͜͠͝ͅƠ̶̧̢̹̞̠͉̰̳̣͙̙͂̀͗͆̏̆̈́͑̏͘͠R̴̢͉͍̪͇̰͖̯̱̭̞̟͓̂̓͊̆̅̌̿̋́̎͋̆͜͝Ř̶̲͍̬͇̲̺̭͂͊̔͂̐̽̆͑̕Ư̷̧̬͙̠͙̜̱̝̪͕̣̟͙͌̾͑́͌͆͑̓͝Ṕ̴̧̛͙̺̞͂̆͋̐̚͠͝͝T̶̡̡̛͔͉̙̗͇͉͖̻̥̬̗̲͆́͂͊͋͑̓̒̄̑̾̕̚̕E̷̢̹͕̦̠̓̍̒͋̕͠Ŗ̶̳̣̜̱̠͘ ̴͕͇̑͋͐T̶̼̩̺̘̝̺̰̝̬̱̫́́̾̑͆̒̇̆̎̇̆̚͘̚ͅÍ̶̫̠͇̩̜͚̘̙̺̘̰̀̅̔͑͛̽́̏̅͠͝͠͠͝M̸̧̮̺͎͔̩̤̟̯̥͍̊͌̌͌͌̈̌̄̐̈́̕E̷̠̍́̓͆̅̐̿̍͘ daughter of turbo and cy-bug
Death. She didn’t like that word. Death was the total opposite of survival, and that was clearly the cy-bug’s agenda right now. To survive. To make it through another day. While death in itself didn’t bother her if it involved somebody else, she didn’t like the idea of herself dying or being killed. She could kill somebody without blinking an eye, and she had done that plenty of times. To survive she had to kill. Even if she wasn’t the strongest cy-bug out there she had still been able to fend for herself for the most part. It was free food, too. Nobody could pass up the opportunity for free food, especially not any cy-bug full-blooded or not. They were a rather large group what with breeding being a top concern on their every day to-do list, and scraps of food could only go so far. Anybody who died in the group typically became lunch for the rest of the hoard. Anybody who was injured to the point of slowing them down or not being able to make it were killed and consumed. It was more efficient that way. Get rid of somebody who was going to slow them down and make a meal of them. It worked well. Which was why after she herself had been attacked and injured she had made a run for it. What energy she had left had been used to get away. She didn’t want to become her family’s next meal. She wanted to survive. And right now to survive she needed Candy.
The older woman let out a huff, obviously displeased with the fact that Candy could die even if the chances were incredibly small. A chance was still a chance no matter the likelihood. ”You need...need to survive.” She needed Candy. Candy would get her accustomed to the world outside her cy-bug brood. What would happen to her if something happened to Candy? ”I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. I’ll kill your parents,” she stated in such a sure way that the idea of killing parents sounded like this was something she did every other day. Which, to be fair, that wasn’t far off. Every cy-bug she had killed and eaten more than likely had been a parent. So yeah, she was pretty used to committing murder against parental figures.
The topic took a pretty drastic turn when names were brought back up. The bug tilted her head to the side when Candy went on to name off a bunch of various candies. She wasn’t too familiar with what Candy was naming off, but she knew enough about them that she wasn’t totally lost.
”Candy,” she breathed, talking about the actual thing and not the other bug girl’s name. ”My father, he...he’s King Candy. Or, or he was.” Honestly she didn’t know a whole lot about her dad other than that he had sired her and then a bit of his backstory before the Isle and Auradon had been established. Back when he was still just a video game character. ”He wasn’t the candy, though. Turbo, that’s who he was. But he had been Candy.” Maybe giving herself a candy-esque name would make sense in the long run, but she couldn’t call herself Candy since that name was already used. Of course her mom was just a straight up cy-bug so nothing special there. She did contemplate on the name suggestions that Candy gave her, especially the name Twix. It would fit in with Turbo’s name but… No. That wasn’t her. She wasn’t Twix. But what was she? Did she even have a candy name? ”I don’t think I’m a candy name,” the bug admitted after a moment more of reflection. A candy name would be cool, but she felt like it wasn’t right for her.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 29, 2018 16:38:23 GMT -5
Felicity Callalily Fix-it Daughter of Fix it Felix & Sergeant Calhoun
Felicity had been on the Isle for a few days now and it had proven to be very interesting so far. She’d met Riley and then later, Ray as well. They were nice and it had been nice to meet them. However by now she had already gotten into the mind set of “it’s time to get to work” and had set out in the evening to find whatever groceries the Isle had to offer.
After all, it didn’t seem as if anyone else in the shack had worried about what they were going to eat over the next couple of months, someone had to do it, and Felicity was more than happy to take on the task. She didn’t know what everyone liked yet, but this was just supposed to get them by until she could write out a proper list and go from there.
”Okay and that’s one loaf of stale bread...check,” Felicity muttered quietly to herself as she checked off bread from her list. It was stale, but it hadn’t begun to mold yet, which meant it was usable. Honestly it was sort of sad how bad the food on the Isle was, and how people just didn’t seem to care. These poor Isle kids wouldn’t even know what fresh bread tasted like. ”Hmm,,” Felicity paused, glancing down at Bazooka as her dog stood ever so obediently by her side. ”Do you think the Isle has the stuff to make bread?” She asked and Bazooka looked up at her, letting out a low woof.
Felicity took that to mean yes and smiled down at him, reaching a hand down to pat him on the head and scratch behind his ears. ”Maybe I’ll have to add those ingredients to the list and we can try to make some bread later, huh? I bet the kids here would really like that,”[/b] she told him, as if waiting for the dog to agree.
After another woof, Felicity set off in search of the rest of the items on her list - as well as a few new items as well - with the intent to make it back home before “dark” in her mind.
However it didn’t take long for her plan to get thrown completely out the window.
Out of nowhere came a girl a few years older than her, and before Felicity even knew what was going on she was being dragged off. Felicity blinked in surprise, unable to do or think of anything productive as the surprise had completely taken her over. ”Wait, what?” She started, glancing around quickly. ”What’s happening?” That was about as useful as she could be until the surprise wore off, and who knew how long that would be.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 29, 2018 16:59:52 GMT -5
Winona Marsha McWisp Daughter of the White Rabbit & the Dormouse
As soon as she realized that she had actually started her younger brother, Winona let out a laugh. It was loud and high pitched, almost echoing through the streets of the Isle. She probably shouldn’t laugh, but to see her brother jump into the air like a startled rabbit was just too good and she couldn’t help it. ”Ah man, you jumped like, ten feet into the air!” She got out in between her laughter, still unable to bring the laughing under control. She didn’t get to startle people very often, since typically people saw her coming a mile away, so this was a treat, she had to enjoy it as much as possible.
”Just...just right in the air!” She continued, letting out a snort of laughter as she clutched her stomach, head shaking as she tried to calm herself down.
A task she finally managed to accomplish after laughing for a good solid few minutes. ”Okay, sorry, I shouldn’t laugh,” Winona apologized though the grin spread wide across her face seemed to say otherwise as she looked over at her much taller, younger brother, the cheeky grin never leaving her place. ”But you should’ve seen how you looked, you just shot right into the air like a bouncy ball, it was great,” Winona explained as she let out a few more chuckles, shaking her head.
After dealing with Jester pushing her off a building Winona had definitely needed something to cheer her up and this certainly did the trick. Though, being around family usually did that. Winona adored her younger brothers. They were only two years younger than her, but two years made a big difference on the Isle. She was their older sister, and that meant she had to protect them, no matter the cost. She’d fight for them if she had to. She’d fight for either Jester or San too, or Yeet.
But her brothers were different.
She wanted to protect them, it was a need so engrained into her that the mere thought of more harm coming to either of them physically hurt.
More.
That word also hurt.
She hadn’t always been able to protect them, no matter how hard she tried.
That wouldn’t happen again.
Shaking her head, Winona forced those kind of thoughts out of her mind, returning her attention to Waeringawicum as she grinned up at him. ”Oh, you’re gonna bite me, are you?” She questioned with a chuckle. ”You’d have to catch me first, and I think we both know I’m way faster than you,” she bragged easily as she slid her hands into her jacket pockets, falling into place beside her brother with ease. ”I mean hey,” Winona gave a casual shrug as she stepped in front of her brother, a playful glint in her red eyes. ”You’re welcome to try, but I’m just saying right now that you’d fail,” she explained coolly, giving another shrug as she began to walk backwards, still facing her brother. She had no idea where she was going, but that was okay, the point here was to look cool, not to know where her steps led her.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 29, 2018 17:55:46 GMT -5
Harley Ambrosia Olympia Daughter of Hades & Persephone
Harley had only needed a breath of fresh air. Though the Isle didn’t provide such things in the first place, she’d still take what she could get. The house was just too stuffy. She had found herself trapped within her room worrying over the same old things for the third time that week. It was stupid and foolish and Harley was aware of that. However as aware of it as she was, she couldn’t stop it.
That’s why she had gone outside. She just needed a breather, some time away from the house so that she could collect her thoughts together before going back. Besides, maybe she should check in with Horst later to see if he and Bronco had managed to get anything out of that store clerk. He had been stubborn lately, refusing to pay, which meant it had been time to send in a duo that worked surprisingly well together. If they couldn’t get the money out of the man, maybe it would be time for Harley to stop by the shop herself.
After all, she was in charge of Extortion for a reason. She had a responsibility to the mafia, and she refused to disappoint. Collie and Cauli trusted her with her position, she wasn’t about to let them down because someone refused to pay.
Deciding to put this walk to some use, Harley ran her hands through her blue curls as she let out a small sigh. ”Alright then,” she breathed out, glancing around for a moment or so before she started off towards the Doofenshmirtz household. There was no guarantee that Horst would be there, but it was closer than the stables, which was the most likely place to find Bronco at. Besides, even if Horst wasn’t there, Harley could pass on a message to his father or Norm and ask that they give her message to Horst, it would work out.
Turning down the street, Harley caught sight of the two boys she had been looking for in the first place. Bronco had an arm stuck in a vase, a shoe missing, and a pink and yellow polka dot scarf wrapped around his face. Horst on the other hand, had one of his poorly made “inators” in his arms, soot all over his face, and his hair sticking up in every possible direction, with his glasses cracked. Harley raised her brow at the two boys, giving them a look as she made her way over.
”Horst, Bronco, what happened?” Harley inquired as she looked the two boys over.
The two soldiers in her racket looked at each other, as if silently debating who got to tell her the oh-so-good news. Harley let out another sigh, arms folded as she looked down, her curls falling in front of her face. ”You might as well tell me, or else we’ll all be standing out here for the rest of the night, and I don’t know if either of you want that,” she told them, slowly lifting her head back up to stare at the two boys with her electric blue eyes.
That did seem to get them talking.
”See, we went ta that shop down by the corner o’ Devils Street, like ya told us to,” Bronco started, gesturing his hands around, blissfully unaware that he was waving a giant vase around in the air.
Then Horst took over. ”We tried to convince the store owner to pay up, just like you told us too, however he seemed more inclined to pick a fight, so I tried to shoot him with the pay-upinator,” Horst paused, lifting the small, crappy looking invention up just enough for Harley to get a good look at it. ”but well...it didn't work,” Horst explained, coughing up a bit of soot as soon as he did.
Harley raised her brow, looking down at the tiny invention in his arms. ”Surprising,” she remarked dryly, looking back up at Horst to give him a steady glare. ”What happened after that?” She asked, head tilted ever so slightly to the side.
That’s when Bronco took over again. ”Oh well, ya see, after Horst’s inator blew up in his face, I thought I’d break some stuff, but uh...” The kelpie cowboy lifted up his arm to show off the vase it was stuck inside. ”Instead I got my arm stuck ‘n this here vase...” He explained with a small, slightly nervous chuckle.
”I’d have never guessed,” Harley commented plainly, lifting up a hand to silence the two boys before they had a chance to speak up again. ”I’m going to go ahead and assume neither of you got the money,” she remarked, looking the two over.
There was a pause, and then both of the two boys shook their heads in response.
They were usually better than this.
Usually.
Harley let out another sigh, shaking her head. If she couldn’t depend on these two to get the job done, she’d just have to do it herself. Maybe pick up someone else before heading over, she may be a goddess but some reinforcement was useful. ”Right, don’t worry about it in that case,” she told the two boys as she looked back up at them. ”I’ll handle it from here on out, why don't you two go home, clean up, and get some sleep, hmm? It’s getting late,” Harley suggested.
The two shared a look, as if surprised by her action. However they were quick to agree.
”Ya mean it? Thanks!”
”Thank you, Harley, I only wish my invention would’ve worked...”
Harley waved off the notion with a flick of her hand. ”Don’t you worry about that, Horst, no harm done,” yet. ”Now off with you, I’ll see you both tomorrow,” she instructed and waved the two away.
They mumbled out a few more apologies and thank yous as they left and within a minute or so, Harley was once again alone.
She waited a few more moments until she couldn’t hear their voices in the distance before letting out another sigh and looking down.
Well, it seemed she’d have to handle this by herself after all. It was like that old saying went, “if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself” or something like that, she couldn’t quite remember how it was exactly supposed to go.
Turning on the heels of her feet, Harley began to walk off towards Devils Street. The shop owner should still be cleaning up from the other two’s mess, with any luck he’d still be there by the time she got there.
However even as she started off towards the shop, she couldn’t help but notice another one of the soldiers from her racket wandering around the streets of the town. It wasn’t that unusual, after all the mafia held the most members out of any gang on the Isle and a fair amount belonged to her bracket.
Even still, he caught her attention and as soon as she caught sight of the suit she knew exactly who it was.
Maybe this was her chance to grab some reinforcement before she continued on her way. After all, Harley was smart enough to realize she might need a little extra help to convince the stubborn man to pay what he owed.
”Evening Hercules, nice suit, is it new?” Harley inquired as she approached the titan son, a curious glint in her eyes. Hercules always seemed to sport some sort of suit on. She didn’t understand it, but everyone had their preferences. Maybe Hercules just wanted to be more fashionable than everyone else on this rock.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 3, 2019 2:35:34 GMT -5
Evita Victorina de la Cruz
Daughter of Ernesto and Vor
"What color is the sky? ¡Ay, mi amor -- ay, mi amor! You tell me that it's red! ¡Ay mi amor -- ay, mi amor!" Sure, not everything was perfect. The onions looked okay, but the peppers could have been a lot fresher. But they were still edible, and if she had to say so herself, Evita would claim that it was actually starting to smell wonderful, frying in the pan together.
As the vegetables were frying, the girl spun across the kitchen to check on the tortillas. Unlike the vegetables, the crispy corn circles were incredibly fresh. Quite possibly the freshest food that she could get on the Isle, considering she'd ground up the corn herself -- gang rivalries be damned (pardon her language), Kit Slim was a Godsend. "Where should I put my shoes? ¡Ay, mi amor -- ay, mi amor! You say, "put them on your head!" ¡Ay, mi amor -- ay mi amor!"
The dark-haired pirate hummed along as she moved back to check on the onions and peppers. adding in a dented and slightly-past-date can of tomato paste. "You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco! The way you keep me guessing? I'm nodding and I'm yessing! Happy, funny song aside (her father didn't seem too fond of the number, but it was catchy), today was a serious day and a serious mission. As she added in some chicken broth (sans chicken, she had to substitute some canned beans for some substance) and squeezed the juice out of an overripe lime, she frowned. This food had to be good. Sure, she wasn't expecting to cure Hal's year-long sadness with a pot of soup, but he needed to eat, and he needed to eat something warm and good. It might warm him up inside. Food couldn't cure everything, but it could really help, and Evita glanced out of the open window, lost in thought.
"I'll count it as a blessiiiiiing, that I'm only -- un poco locooo!"
Tasting the soup, Evita made a face. It needed...something, but she wasn't quite sure. But it was missing. And it wasn't perfect without it. And it wasn't a "it's missing in-date and non-expired food" sort of missing, just...a taste. It was missing a taste.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 4, 2019 2:44:18 GMT -5
Tansy Maldonia daughter of tiana and naveen
Tansy had only been on the Isle for three days and already she had made quite the discovery - their selection of food, good or bad, was extremely small and most edible things seemed scarce save for a scary amount of semi-okay asparagus and rotting fish. The rotting fish made sense what with the Isle being and island that was surrounded with water that still held an ecosystem of seafood, but Tansy had never expected to see a place with so much asparagus that wasn’t good but wasn’t exactly bad, either. Asparagus wasn’t the most thrilling food item out there, but with the right stuff it could be turned into a delicious meal. If only she could find some simple ingredients like olive oil, garlic, and Parmesan cheese then the daughter of Tiana and Naveen could very well make a nice dish of baked asparagus. She had salt and pepper already to go with it, those two ingredients at least were relatively easy to find here on this rock. If none of the other ingredient options could be found then she could just use the salt and pepper but she wanted to make something these kids would actually enjoy, something that wouldn’t taste bland and like it was missing something. She wanted to show the Isle what real food tasted like even if it killed her. Okay, maybe she wouldn’t take it that far, but this was something she was extremely passionate about all the same.
Upon coming to the Isle Tansy had known that their choices of food would be incredibly lacking. She knew how these villain kids only got the leftovers of Auradon, only received the trash that kids like her tossed out and sent away. Whatever these kids ate were whatever Auradon kids didn’t want. So maybe that explained all the asparagus. Nobody ever thought just how good that weird little plant could taste if given the right spices and adequate time so they just tossed it out without a second thought. Tansy wasn’t innocent of throwing away food that could be turned into something amazing, but she did pride herself on at least understanding that what she tossed into the trash could be used for something absolutely tasty.
At this moment in time Tansy found herself near the docks, or what she had learned rather early on as being Serpent Prep territory. Maybe it was extremely dumb of her to already be traversing another gang’s territory - she had been placed into Witch School and they most certainly did not have control over the docks - without the accompaniment of a friend or even a native of the Isle itself, but she was on a mission and she was going to succeed even if that meant going at it alone. She had been told by a rather excitable and friendly guy that went by Leroy about how these docks were where Auradon’s shipments of trash and leftovers came in to unload supplies. The freshest ingredients would be found here first. She could wait until things were distributed out to the rest of the Isle, but Tansy could prove to be rather impatient and right now was one of those times. She was determined to search any and all crates for spices and whatnot to use for meals with her main goal finding what she could to actually make a good meal out of all the asparagus that was just laying around.
The smell of fish and other decaying seafood was thick, not exactly pleasant but she could tolerate it. It was all she had been able to smell since getting into the pirate crew’s territory, but as Tansy was walking along something new caught her attention, something that was quite different from the salty smell of ocean brine and fish. It was just a whiff, but Tansy was certain she had caught wind of something that smelled like real, edible food even among the dreariness that was rotting seafood. Now this was something she couldn’t just ignore, so off she went to make a little detour from her overall mission.
Following the smell, which proved to be a bit more difficult than she has expected, Tansy soon found herself at a place where the smell had to be coming from. The stench of seafood was still around, but it was now masked by the smell of what could only be pan fried vegetables. And...was that the sound of somebody singing? Yeah, it totally was.
Unable to stop herself from investigating, Tansy eventually came upon an open window and instead of being a normal, civilized human being and looking for a front door to use, the young princess simply went up to the window and glanced inside the house. ”Hey, it smells great in here. What’s cooking?” Yeah, that was totally how you should greet somebody that was unfamiliar and could quite possibly be an enemy. Way to go, Tansy, you idiot.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 6, 2019 2:16:42 GMT -5
Evita Victorina de la Cruz
Daughter of Ernesto and Vor
And just like that, Evita wasn't alone anymore.
Part of her mourned the loss of peace and quiet, but she also wasn't particularly confused, either. If she was cooking, then chances are she'd get a visitor of some sort. Normally from the crew, since they'd have the most reason to be at the docks, and the least reservation about shoving their face through her window.
Seriously, she had a door.
Savages, the lot of them. But they were her savages. And she'd feed the damn kids, too.
Except...this girl wasn't...from the crew? Not an Isle kid at all, once she got a good look at her. She wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with a lot of the members of the other gangs, but her ability to cook, their willingness to pay for food, and the fact she avoided smacking them through her window with a frying pan occasionally meant that she at least knew faces. And this was a stranger face, which meant only one thing. One of the mysterious transfers had come to visit.
"It's tortilla soup." At least she asked simple questions, which Evita appreciated while she was trying to figure out her dilemma over taste. "A friend is sick, so I'm bringing him some soup." Did they even do things like this on Auradon? Anything that the musician had heard about their jailers across the Strait of Ursula painted them as merciless monsters hiding behind the fact that their parents beat up the Isle parents years ago. Which was a lame thing to feel all high and mighty about -- Evita could probably beat someone up with her trusty frying pan, but that didn't make her the good guy. In fact, pardon her language, that made her a jackass that'd deserve to be smacked herself.
That wasn't the question to be asking here, and Evita pushed it from her mind. Sure, so far all she'd heard about Auradon was that they were awful people, but they were potentially going to let them off the Isle. They'd finally be let free, and the pirate-sorceress wasn't about to screw that up with an ill-timed comment. There was a time and place for questioning the humanity of this girl and if she actually had a soul at all, and that time was not right here and that place not now.
Instead of ruining literally everything they'd been working for -- not that they should be working for the chance to be treated like actual human beings, but that was a can of worms for another day -- she decided to just keep trying to be friendly. "It's missing something, mind giving it a taste and seeing what you think, pachuco?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 7, 2019 2:24:07 GMT -5
Tansy Maldonia daughter of tiana and naveen
Walking up to a random person’s house and sticking her head through the window wasn’t the smartest idea Tansy had ever had. Not that she ever had smart ideas, but this certainly had to make the list of “top ten stupid things Tansy had done”. Maybe on Auradon this wouldn’t have been that bad of an idea considering not many people on Auradon were all that likely to attack or harm somebody that just decided to randomly show up. They might shoo a broom at them and tell them to get on in the worst case scenario. The best case scenario was, of course, being accepted into the household where a friendly chat would then occur. But this was the Isle. That opened up a lot more possibilities of what could happen, and a lot didn’t end up with friendly chat. For all she knew she could end up with a slit throat for peering inside a window, but that didn’t deter her from looking inside the house instead of just knocking on the door like a civilized human being. Besides, maybe these kids weren’t as savage as Auradon had them to believe. Fausto had actually been a joy to be around and he was supposed to be an enemy of hers - or well, there should have been some sort of grudge there, but there hadn’t been. It had been a nice experience and honestly Tansy wouldn’t mind spending more time with Fausto one of these days.
But anyway. Back to the food.
Her interest in whatever this other girl was cooking only spiked when she went on to mention that it was tortilla soup. Or what could pass for tortilla soup on the Isle if Tansy was thinking about this correctly. She had been here for three days now and had already learned the hard way that the Isle was desperately lacking a wide assortment of foods and spices, so making tortilla soup was bound to be incredibly hard, but it did smell quite good. Even if it wasn’t exactly tortilla soup it was bound to still taste amazing if the smell was anything to go off by.
Now while food was one thing, hearing that somebody was sick, even if she didn’t know the person, was another. ”Soup will fix him right up then,” Tansy commented with the utmost confidence that this soup, this soup right here that this stranger was making, would cure whatever sickness this friend had. Of course she had no idea who this sick person was or what he was sick with, but she was assuming he had caught some sort of cold or stomach bug. The thought of him being sick with something of the mind not even once crossed her own. ”Back home we’d make something like chicken noodle soup for friends who are sick. Or tomato soup, depending on how well they can handle more than just the liquid.” Man, it had been a while since she had last made some “get-well soup”. She didn’t wish any sort of ailment onto any of her friends or acquaintances, but there was always something extra special about making food that was for sure going to brighten somebody’s day and make them feel better.
When asked if she could give the soup a taste test, Tansy was immediately on it. Of course she was going to give this a try, she’d be stupid to let this chance go by. ”Hang on, let me just…” Once again she was being a complete and total heathen and, instead of asking permission of using the door, Tansy grabbed a hold of the window and, without much thought behind it, pushed herself up and climbed through the window to get inside. She managed to get up and through it just fine, but her landing was less than graceful.
Tansy lowered herself down and, just as she did, her grip faltered and she came crashing down onto the floor, landing awkwardly on one of her arms. Not too much pain came from the fall, so she didn’t think anything was broken or sprained, but she was for sure going to be sore in the morning after this.
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Post by arexasaurus on Jan 8, 2019 18:22:40 GMT -5
Edmund “Eddie” Radcliffe son of anita and rodger radcliffe
Eddie's smile never wavered, in fact, the sight of her on the ground playing with Dipper only improved his opinion of her. This only proved that his father was wrong. There was no way someone this sweet to a dog could do anything to harm the pup. What he had just witnessed was rather adorable, actually. Out of everyone he had met so far, this girl was by far the best with his dogs and that said something rather substantial about her compared to the rest.
"Thank you, if only he knew that. He doesn't care about looks and often," Eddie trailed off, glaring at the dog, who was currently rolling around in a puddle of mud. Well, that was at least predictable. If there was anything dirty around, Dipper would get into it. "And often does things like that. Good job proving my point, Dips." The dog in question just stood up in the mud, tongue out and barked playfully at his owner. Eddie only shook his head in defeat, turning his attention back to the de Vil girl.
Letting her hand go, his smile returned. "The pleasure's all mine, Laramie." She would need a nickname, soon. Knowing himself well enough, he'd only end up a few more interactions before granting one upon her. All of his friends got nicknames, after all, and he had a sneaking suspicion that this was only the first of many de Vil friends. Pulling himself out of his thoughts quickly, he continued, "Yeah, I'm a transfer. That obvious, huh?"
Not one for drama, he was grateful that there wasn't talk of their parents. Her leering gaze was unnerving, so she might not of placed him yet, but he hoped nothing came of it. He had already decided that she would be his friend and her getting vengeful based on their parents would just make that task more difficult than it needed to be. He would win out in the end, as he usually did when it came to friendships.
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Post by arexasaurus on Jan 8, 2019 19:29:45 GMT -5
Simisola “Sola” Namiri daughter of sabor and nuru
From a chair a few yards away, Sola had seen Prija fall. Had she known the other Crew member was up there, she would've made sure she was safe, but. It's not like there was snoring or anything to point out the girl's presence high up on the cabinet. She wasn't just going to look the top of a high cabinet without any reasoning. Her height wasn't that useful.
Besides, she had been consumed by her newest formula for eye shadow and completely lost in her own world. She was still working out the kinks of it, and being away from her family made her focus better. She had less distractions and more time to herself on the ship, even with all the comers and goers. It's why she had come here in the first place: to finish her work.
The only reason she had even seen Prija fall is because the cabinet had creaked before the girl toppled off it.
She debated what to do in this situation, seeing as the other cat crew member could end up being rather embarrassed at the fact that her fall had a witness. Had it been her that had fallen, Sola knew that she would've laid there and slowly died inside at the knowledge. So, as she hummed lightly, she set down her papers and pencil so that she could get up and lie down next to Prija.
Well, not lie down. No, Sola was nothing if not theatrical with her plans. Instead of kneeing down to cuddle, Sola put her hands on the back of her head, mostly to protect her curls, and fell backwards with a quiet, "Oof." She wasn't just going to let Prija die of embarrassment, so this was the only logical option.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 13, 2019 2:19:09 GMT -5
Waeringawicum McWisp son of white rabbit and bandersnatch
Maybe if it had been anybody else other than his sister he would try his best to somehow convince them that he totally hadn’t spooked and jumped into the air like a startled rabbit. If it had been anybody else he would try and get them to think he had always been on the ground, feet planted perfectly on the earth below. He hadn’t jumped. He hadn’t done that at all. But this was Winona. It wasn’t as embarrassing as it could be. Then again it probably should be since this was his sister and now he was likely to never hear the end of it from her. She was gonna go home and tell Wokaihwokomos all about this, too. He just knew it. So now he wasn’t going to hear the end of it between his sister and his brother. Even his own familiar was probably going to remind him of this every single day. But he shouldn’t let it get to him. He just needed to act cool about it. If he showed it didn’t bother him then they’d leave it alone. Or, or he could convince Winona that he had jumped for some other reason. Could he still do that, or had he run out of time to try and convince her he had jumped for another reason? It was probably too late, but time was relevant and a social construct made up by people wanting to ruin the lives of others, so was anything ever really “too late”? Well, here it goes.
Doing his best to look cross and annoyed at his sister - which he wasn’t doing a very good job at all with it, even if his sister could prove to be annoying at times he had yet to truly get angry at her - the rabbit monster boy folded his arms up against his chest all the while keeping his head lowered to eye his sister. ”Ya know, I didn’t jump because of you or anything.” He was trying to be convincing here, but it was pretty obvious that he was failing at it. Maybe it was some internal “I can’t lie to my sister” thing going on and that’s why he was starting off rather weak.
That’s when a thought ran through his mind and hit him like a brick being thrown at his head.
He wasn’t going to deny that Winona had startled him. He would let her have this. If Waeringawicum could do something to make either of his siblings feel good about themselves then he’d do it no matter the cost. Right now the cost was his pride, but he’d rather his older sister be happy than get pride out of ruining her moment. So instead of denying that she had spooked him, he decided to outright admit to it. ”Yeah, yeah, alright, you got me.” As the words slipped off his tongue he gave a nonchalant shrug like this wasn’t some big deal. Well, it wasn’t, but even if he couldn’t lie to Winona he could at least still act cool and casual about it. ”But it was only this once and it was because I was having a really important conversation with Wokaihwokomos.” As he said it he looked down at the large rabbit familiar who was still just sitting there, nose twitching and intelligent eyes taking in the whole scene. ”He brought up some very interesting ideas, did you know that?” Now that right there wasn’t a lie. The large rusty red rabbit had brought up something that Waeringawicum thought was pretty interesting. Stealing some things from Shere Khan’s place would be a challenge, but as far as Waeringawicum knew the old tiger guy wasn’t doing so hot. That’s what he had last heard a few months back. Maybe the guy had died by now. Wouldn’t be surprising, adults died all the time here. They were all old and malnourished. Nobody lived long here.
A snort of amusement came from the taller boy when he heard his sister go on about how she was faster than him. He rolled his eyes. ”I know for a fact that I’m faster than you. There’s no way you’re faster, I can take one stride to match six of yours,” he pointed out with a laugh to his words. Even though he was younger he was quite a bit taller than Winona, that much was a known fact. Both him and Wokaihwokomos were taller than the older rabbit-mouse girl. That meant longer legs which meant a longer stride which meant they had to be faster than her. Or so he thought. Maybe Winona actually was faster. Maybe he really would have to try and bite her to find out who was the fastest out of the two of them. Later they could get Wokaihwokomos in on this to find out who the fastest was out of all three of them. Now that would be something he’d like to figure out.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 15, 2019 13:17:47 GMT -5
Evita Victorina de la Cruz
Daughter of Ernesto and Vor
The pirate-sorceress stood there as the princess awkwardly shambled her way inside with all the grace of a drunken bull. Maybe she should have been a little more reactive to this, sure, but was this really new to her? No. The answer was no. Most of her visitors were just a little more graceful at window-walking. "Perhaps the front door would have been safer, pachuco?" Not that Evita was an expert or anything. She was just pretty sure -- almost 100% so -- that there were less opportunities for bodily harm walking through a door. "Mmm..." But other than that, she kept her comments to herself. This girl was willing to test her soup, social awkwardness aside.
"It's not really a concern for him to hold down solids." It was pretty hard to explain Hal's...condition to an outsider, but she tried her best without making him look weak. "He is more...heartsick, see, than sick-sick." They all were, really. It still caused a sick twist in her stomach to think about the fate of their old friend, but with Hal it was different and she didn't have the words for it. The sadness seemed to eat away at him, so that Evita hardly recognized their trusted third-mate anymore. "I'm hoping that something more...hearty could pick up his spirits, and a visit from a friendly face."
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 16, 2019 11:05:58 GMT -5
Tansy Maldonia daughter of tiana and naveen
This wasn't the worst injury she had ever gotten to her person. Not the first time she had climbed through a window and fallen onto the floor in a drunken-esque manner, either. Maybe she really should learn how to use a door, but sometimes the best thing to do was to use a window for something like a quick getaway or to sneak into somewhere that she wasn't exactly allowed. Like sometimes the males dormitory wing after a certain time in night. Which she could probably just use the doors for that one, but sometimes going through a window made her feel like some sort of scandalous sinner and that feeling of thrill was enough to keep her going through windows when the chance arose.
Anyway. Back to actually paying attention to what was happening here. Food. The window and the coming soreness she would have in the morning was nowhere near as important as the food that was being mentioned.
When the other girl described her friend as somebody who was more heartsick than they were actually sick, Tansy stopped for a moment and then nodded. Heartsick or sick sick, food was always the cure. Okay, maybe not always, but food went a long way when it came to things like this. It didn’t matter what caused the particular ailment or how long it had been there, food was always a way to help out and make somebody feel better even if it was only a small amount of feeling better. Now maybe they couldn’t whip this friend up a whole course of much needed soul food - which Tansy was adamant about when it came to the kinds of food that truly helped somebody when they were feeling. under any kind of weather - but the Maldonia girl was positive that this soup was a start. Soup was always a good choice for anything, especially when somebody was down. It was a nice and warm sort of food, something that could thaw out any sort of bad emotion and begin to melt it away. And whatever soup this girl was making did have quite the smell to it. In a good way, there wasn’t anything unpleasant about it.
Now back up on her feet, Tansy turned to the pirate girl and nodded, a determined look flashing in her eyes as she looked from soup maker to soup. Not even ungracefully falling out of a window was going to stop her. She’d deal with the consequences tomorrow, but for right now all that mattered was this Isle girl, her sick friend, and the soup she had made that had drawn Tansy in in the first place. ”Alright, let’s get to tasting this soup then,” Tansy mused, her excitement for trying the Isle-made food apparent in the way she spoke. If she were back home she would have dove right into taste testing, but here she held herself back and looked to the girl with a slight tilt to her head. Tansy didn’t have many moments in where she stopped to think, but this was actually one instance where she was putting aside her impulsive behaviors and waiting for instruction. What if this girl wanted her to use a certain sort of spoon or something for this? Tansy wasn’t calling the shots here and she was actually acknowledging her lack of power here for once.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 26, 2019 0:34:06 GMT -5
October Candy-Bash Boogie daughter of oogie boogie Mmm, well there seemed to be no point in disagreeing with the bug. She seemed pretty set in her ideas and it wasn't like Candy had reasons to super, duper, harshly reject a little help against her silly ol' dad. So Candy gave a little laugh and nodded, "That's fair, say, next time he hurts me, I can come to you and you can rough him up a little?" Candy supposed even if she rejected it and either went to kill him or not, it would probably work out in the end, so it was all fine.
When she mentioned her father's name, she was left questioning if all bugs were truly this similar. Related to candy, bugs, terrible parents, wow. The world was great, wasn't it. But it was also exciting and so how could she not say, "That's freaking cool! I mean, sucks he wasn't actually candy, just some speeeeeeeed, but I mean hey, this surely means we're like, weird distant cousins- his name was Candy at a point in time, mine is Candy, it's great!" Because that is how genetics works kids.
"Hmmmmm. That's fair, not everyone is a candy name. Fear not! I could go on a soul-searching journey with you to find it if you want?" Because that was how that worked. Though, offer was still there, whether journey in place of not.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 26, 2019 0:34:24 GMT -5
Axy Lotl-Vultor daughter of the axolotl Now, seeing she was on the pathway to the beachside, she couldn't really turn around and properly explain to this child she found that she was going to be involved in one of the fun activities Axy decided must be fun on the way there.
What she could do was sorta say, "Name is Axy Lotl-Vultor, call me Axy, you are a new friend of mine and going to help out-" the girl said with a grin. Of course, she doubted the girl could really see the grin as Axy couldn't afford to turn around and face her as getting to the place before any of the pirates found the large stash of jellyfish laying on the beach.
Which would be really disappointing if she couldn't use the toolkit she found to mangle up the bodies of the dead ocean creatures.
That saying that "weird water creatures stick together" was absolute bs. Axy, an axolotl, gave no cares for the saltwater weirdos of the sea and by all means thought that getting to dismember them up. Which was much closer to cutting off the leggies the little monsters had and stitching together the rest.
In which the reason she wasn't carrying the toolkit was due to the toolkit being stationed near the place as sort of a marker and claim and really, she should have thought it through, but hopefully nobody was dumb enough to come near her pile of jellyfish. She would fight.
Continuing the dragging until she got to the beachside with the pile of jellyfish, Axy sort of paused and presented the scene. She was lucky, there was a few more that seemed to have washed up since then, given that she had gathered them previously into a pile. She realized she was currently standing and grinning.
Looking to the girl properly, she held out a hand and spoke again, "Hi. I am Axy Lotl-Vultor, pleasure to meet you. Mind helping me build jellyfish armour? Though, will admit, trying to figure out whether to make jellyfish weapons as well, but like, issue for later."
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 26, 2019 18:01:11 GMT -5
Prija Luci Felin daughter of Si and Lucifer Laying on the floor, she was surprised to see Sola appear kinda above her. She wasn't expecting to see anyone for a while, but when Sola just stood there for a moment before falling backwards, Prija was overwhelmed with joy.
Now, she should have been flooded with embarrassment, since it meant Sola definitely saw her fall, but like, she was the best! Instead she just chose to fall with her and Pri couldn't stop herself from bursting into small giggles and covering her face with her hands. Sola was the absolute best. There was no freaking doubt about it.
Rolling slightly to try and face the big cat mix with a large, happy smile. "Oops." She got out with a great breath, as she broke into more giggles. "Not a good day for cats and not being on the ground, huh?" She said with a smile, despite knowing full well it wasn't a natural fall for Sola as it was for Prija. If you could call falling off a cabinet.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 28, 2019 2:44:43 GMT -5
C̸̨̰͈̠̥̬̩̱̪̗͍͕̪͛͛̋͒̐̏̄́̋͌̀͑͜͠͝ͅƠ̶̧̢̹̞̠͉̰̳̣͙̙͂̀͗͆̏̆̈́͑̏͘͠R̴̢͉͍̪͇̰͖̯̱̭̞̟͓̂̓͊̆̅̌̿̋́̎͋̆͜͝Ř̶̲͍̬͇̲̺̭͂͊̔͂̐̽̆͑̕Ư̷̧̬͙̠͙̜̱̝̪͕̣̟͙͌̾͑́͌͆͑̓͝Ṕ̴̧̛͙̺̞͂̆͋̐̚͠͝͝T̶̡̡̛͔͉̙̗͇͉͖̻̥̬̗̲͆́͂͊͋͑̓̒̄̑̾̕̚̕E̷̢̹͕̦̠̓̍̒͋̕͠Ŗ̶̳̣̜̱̠͘ ̴͕͇̑͋͐T̶̼̩̺̘̝̺̰̝̬̱̫́́̾̑͆̒̇̆̎̇̆̚͘̚ͅÍ̶̫̠͇̩̜͚̘̙̺̘̰̀̅̔͑͛̽́̏̅͠͝͠͠͝M̸̧̮̺͎͔̩̤̟̯̥͍̊͌̌͌͌̈̌̄̐̈́̕E̷̠̍́̓͆̅̐̿̍͘ daughter of turbo and cy-bug
Rough him up. Rough him up. That statement didn’t seem to settle well with the older bug girl. She didn’t like the sound of just roughing him up. What she wanted to do was more than just “rough him up”. If he hurt Candy...if he hurt the one girl that might just help the cy-bug get adjusted to this sort of life then he was a threat to her just as much as he was to Candy, and the daughter of Turbo didn’t do well with those who wanted to hurt her. If Candy’s dad tried anything then she was going to...she was going to… what could she do? Oh! Oh yes, she knew exactly what she could do, and if she had to be honest, the thoughts made her mouth water. Oh yes, she could simply eat him like she would do to most people that went against her wish to survive, but simply just eating him wasn’t enough for her. She had to get her point across. She had to make him scream. She had to listen to him regret ever laying a hand on Candy. She wanted to hear him scream and beg for forgiveness in which he would get none. The cybug would bash his head open and drink from the liquids that would pour out from the cracked skull. She would slip her tongue inside and feast upon whatever was inside all the while keeping him alive and awake. His screaming would keep her going. All that screaming… It would be exhilarating. It would give her purpose.
Hmmm. Perhaps she could even skin him alive as well. Maybe even eat him as he watched on? Eating somebody alive had always been a pleasurable thing for her, something that happened quite a bit in the brood she had been a part of. It was a normal occurrence really - survival of the fittest and when somebody wasn’t strong enough they were turned into supper. Honestly there were a lot of things she could do to Candy’s father that would prove her point that nobody could get away with hurting those who could in turn help her. There was just so much she could do that went beyond roughing him up. Broken bones, torn flesh, permanent mutilation. The bug had options. Many of them.
An insectoid like hiss escaped her from under her breath. She turned her sharp green eyes on Candy. ”I’ll do more than rough him up. You should...should survive. Survive with me.” Together they could survive. Together they could do this. Without Candy Corrupter would be at a loss for how the world outside her brood worked. ”We can...I can kill him.” Kill him for hurting Candy because hurting Candy also hurt the cybug and that just wasn’t okay. Not okay at all.
A word that stuck out to the cybug woman pulled her from her rather murderous thoughts. She tilted her head and looked at Candy, bright green eyes seeming to glint with a question in their depths. ”Cousins…” She breathed. Cousins. It was a word she had heard before. Not sure where she had heard it, but it was certainly something she recognized. It had to have been a word she picked up on while she had been watching the “normal” people on the Isle. But the meaning of it… She knew what it was. She knew what cousins was, she just had to think about it for a moment. Was that what somebody called the people that shared parents? No, no, that was a sibling. A brother. A sister. Not cousin. Cousin...cousin… Ah! Cousin, she knew what it was! The spawn of her parents’ siblings. That’s what a cousin was.
For a second there the bug looked Candy over in a scrutinizing fashion. She didn’t look like she was exactly from one of her mother’s siblings, and as far as she knew Turbo didn’t have any brothers or sisters… But she wasn’t about to start questioning all of this. Not right now. ”You can be my cousin,” she agreed with a light nod. Candy would make a good cousin. A cousin that could help her survive.
Okay, cousins aside, a name was important. She wasn’t exactly sure how to go about naming herself, but she did want one. She wanted one to fit in. ”How do you name yourself? How were you named?” She questioned slowly. Candy would help her here as well. She knew she would. And surely getting a name couldn’t be that hard, could it?
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Post by . on Jan 31, 2019 13:28:08 GMT -5
Hercules Evzen Nephus Son of Hydros and Echidna
Hercules had not been expecting the arrival of the younger girl, but no surprised showed on his face as he turned towards her. ”Harley Olympia. A pleasure,” he said, holding out a hand to shake hers. If there was one thing Hercules was, it was polite. He wasn’t like some of the animals that tended to populate the Isle. He didn’t even know how some of them had made it to adulthood without dying. Disgusting, really, though he preferred to keep those thoughts to himself.
”It is new, actually. Some of the best you can find on this rock,” he commented. He straightened his suit slightly and looked over at his boss. Though Hercules wasn’t a fan of being ordered around, he respected Harley. He knew he could be one of the unaffiliated animals running around the Isle, but he’d chosen the life of one of Harley’s soldiers. After making the choice himself, he didn’t exactly have room fight.
Now, if she made a choice that seemed to be more harmful than helpful, Herc would step in, but he mostly tried to stay out of the way. After all, she was the one in charge and she had gotten there somehow. He hoped know idiots that like that McCoy would find themselves in positions of power. He liked to think of the Mafia as the most respectable gang on the Isle.
” I gotta say... we employ some rather... dim members,” he commented. He knew he didn’t have a choice in who joined the Mafia and that sometimes the less intelligent of their crew could certainly had their uses, but still. Cyrus McCoy left a bad taste in Herc’s mouth and he wasn’t exactly dying to sit down and have a conversation with Roe or Campbell either. He hoped they’d be better than their brother, but he didn’t want to hold his breath.
”Just... don’t say anything about this to little McCoy’s siblings, yeah?” he asked, flipping one of the coins he’d taken in the air before sticking it in his pocket. They might be smart enough to tell their brother to stop interacting with Herc. Then he’d lose a small source of income, but any money was better than none.
His face grew serious - expressionless - once again as he turned to look at Harley. ”So, what did you need?” he asked, doubting that she had approached him simply to discuss how nice the weather on the Isle was or find out how he was doing or any of that other small talk stuff that Hercules absolutely loathed.
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Post by . on Jan 31, 2019 14:15:33 GMT -5
Georgie Paige LeGume Daughter of Gaston and Paulette
Georgie had been making an attempt to meet as many transfers as possible. While she personally knew a couple fellow Isle kids that weren’t exactly happy about the Auradon kids walking their halls this semester, she was actually kind of excited. The Isle was so dark and gloomy sometimes and she was just hoping that the transfers would offer some spark of light. Even if they didn’t, they would be at least an interesting change of pace from what normally went on on this sad piece of rock.
She’d already met Banjo Dinoco and Eleanor Mode. While the cowboy car was certainly interesting, nothing about him had really caught her attention. She wasn’t sure what it was about the transfer that had caught her attention. Maybe it was the stories about the girl’s magic or the room designs that she’d showed her or the fact that she had a twin brother that was also on the Isle somewhere.
Whatever it was, they’d spent a long time together, chatting. Georgie was actually on her way to meet the Mode girl now. She wasn’t sure if Griffin was home, but she left a not note for her older brother anyway as she walked out the front door. It didn’t take her long to reach the place where she was supposed to meet Nori. Georgie could really see herself becoming close friends with the Auradon girl. They just seemed to click.
She slowed her pace slightly when she saw two figures waiting, but Nori grinned and rushed towards Georgie when she caught sight of her. ”Georgie!” the other girl said, getting closer
Georgie chuckled. ”Yeah, I’m here,” she said. Her eyes lingered on the boy for a moment before looking back to Eleanor. ”Who’s that? Another transfer?” He didn’t look like anyone Georgie recognized from the Isle.
Eleanor shook her head. ”Well, yeah. He is a transfer. But he’s also my brother. His name is Eddie and he’s pretty cool,” she said. She looked over towards her twin. ”Ed! This is Georgie. That girl I was telling you about?” she said, trying to remind Eddie that she had mentioned Georgie before.
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Post by arexasaurus on Feb 2, 2019 19:23:31 GMT -5
Simisola “Sola” Namiri daughter of sabor and nuru
Sola's back hurt, that was for sure. She couldn't really feel her hands, either, her head had slammed into the ground, but at least her hair was fine. That was the most important part. Not how her head was doing, or if she was going to need help getting up from the ground after the fall. No, just being sure of if her hair was safe from getting flattened in the back. She just knew that it was all fine.
At the sound of Prija's laughter, she couldn't help her smile. She felt warm and happy. Making someone laugh was one of the best feelings in the world, and even as a very nonviolent person, she would physically fight anyone who disagreed with that. Sola didn't know what the purpose of life was, but making yourself and others happy was the answer she always went with.
"Not going to lie, I thought that wouldn't hurt as much as it does," Sola expressed, unable to hide the amusement in her voice. She wasn't mad, she didn't regret her decision. Pri needed some fellow pirate-cat support, and Sola was just the girl for the job. Well, there was a lot of pirate-cats in the crew, but Sola liked to think of herself as the most supportive one.
Sola turned, now laying on her hip. Ow, she whined internally, shutting her eyes for a second just to absorb the pain. Releasing a puff of air, she opened her eyes with a bright smile, "We're supposed to land on our feet, aren't we? Or am I just the wrong type of cat for that kind of thing?" While Prija was, in fact, born of legitimate cats, Sola couldn't relate. Her family was a mix of bigger felines.
Did it really matter, though? Were lions and tigers and leopards and cheetahs and jaguars that different from a normal house cat? They all had weird pupils, four paws, a long tail and pointy ears. Some cats even had the same pattern as a cheetah, didn't they? What really made them such a different size? All felines still liked mice. Would bigger felines have nine lives? Everyone on the Isle who had died before came back to life, that included Scar. Did he technically only have eight lives left?
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Post by Headphone Actor on Feb 5, 2019 13:41:11 GMT -5
Evita Victorina de la Cruz
Daughter of Ernesto and Vor
The dark haired girl gave a brisk nod at the Auradon girl's decision to get to tasting. This was important, after all, and there was no point and standing around waiting.
Despite this, Evita was faintly nervous, her disdain for the Auradon transfers aside. Sure, her friends on the Isle told her that her food was good, but she wasn't an idiot. Tansy was from across the ocean, where they had fresh food and actual varied ingredients. This would be pitiful for her, compared to anything else she'd tasted.
"It doesn't matter what she thinks. This is for Hal, not her." That was the goal here, and the most important part. That her food helped her friend. Not that some stranger from mainland had undoubtedly eaten better food than was in the pot.
Determined now, Evita handed Tansy one of the tortillas that had been stacked on the counter, still slightly warm from the pan. "Use this to scoop some of the soup out and tell me what you think." Sure, she could have used a spoon and just had Tansy taste the soup on it's own, but this would have a greater effect, she figured. This would be more like the final product of the soup anyway, eaten with tortillas. Yeah.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2019 22:27:24 GMT -5
October Candy-Bash Boogie daughter of oogie boogie Okay, well, she had a point. Surviving was more favourable than some kind of accident involving her dad choosing to eat her instead of some other poor creature. Which, how that would come into play, Candy had no idea. Really when it came to it, the cybug was making a better case in point in reason to support putting down her father, specially since she would get pushed way less if died so- "Okay, seems chill with me."
Of course, maybe she should have considered the idea that her dad wasn't really able to defend himself. He wasn't hear and maybe he could have given some kind of argument, but oh well, too late now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"Well, before we do that though, we should probably make sure you're all good," Candy offered. Though, Candy wasn't sure who was super good at healing injured people. Well, she knew of people, but she didn't think she really talked to them, so.... Oops?
She shrugged it off because awww!!!! Look at her face saying the word cousins!! Unable to stop the excitement and grinning as she waited for what the girl would say next, she let out a happy little scream as she confirmed they could be cousins! "Oh!! This is awesome-" she moved forward to bring the bug into a hug before pausing and realizing, "Wait, do you mind if I hug you or are you touch averse?"
Aside from that, there was the question of names. "Well, technically, my dad named my October Candy-Bash and since Boogie was his last name, it's mine too! Course, after awhile I decided that while I like October and all, Candy was more fun of a name so I started asking people to call me that instead and voila! Candy's my name!" A fun explanation, and though October was like, the best month of the year, candy was for all times of the year. You got candy for Halloween, Christmas- uh. Well, Candy had really only been told about those two since her dad liked to complain about Pumpkin King and Santa.... Fun times.
"So, I mean? If you don't have a name, you could pick one that you think was cool and fit you? Cause Candy fits me more than October, after all, I'm very sweet! Heh, joking," Candy said with a little grin.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2019 22:30:29 GMT -5
Isabeau Venetia de Felin daughter of Ivy de Vil an Varian Leaning against the wall, staring into your makeshift garage was not productive Isabeau.
No, not at all. She should be trying to figure out the next piece to work on. Or better yet, actually work on it! At this rate, she wouldn't get to finish by the hypothetical time the isle kids got off the rock. And if it was going to be such a huge issue, they wouldn't allow for a half finished piece of metal junk amd wires fused together to take up any space if they had any. Really, her only hope was to finish and make an argument for hercar to be brought over as well.
Years. She had spent years working on this and the only example of a car she had seen was torn up, darkened pictures from Auradon magazines that made it into the trash. Well, shehad another example. Plus side to her Great Auntie's car was that it was real and Isabeau could see proportions and colors and mechanics. Downsides were she wasn't permitted to get within five feet of it by order of her aunt and it was absolutely mangled. Destroyed, crunched up, deformed.
It was so depressing since Isabeau could use the parts that were still okay for a new car, but touching it was not allowed when it came to Isabeau. Finding other small pieces to try and twist and adjust from other cars, unfamiliar with how the mechanics works sucked.
Watches, compasses, small mechanic based games- she was allowed to break them apart. And when breaking them apart she learned how they worked. Which is why she now knew how to fix said items if anyone ever needed them. She could edit about and have fun and she knew how it worked and was therefore able to help others. A hobby turned into a side job to make a little extra money in the case anyone ever needed anything fixed up and nice. Which was rare on the Isle and... Well, Isabeau wasn't against using some of the pieces and scraps unable to be used for her long term project for smaller ones she could sell for a decent amount of money. After all, who was really against being able to tell what time it was or which direction was which with a simple little device she fixed up?
Which was why it was frustrating she didn't have a car to take apart. Which was why she was standing there staring at the hunk of metal, bases for the roof, doors, everything, but the inside components she truly needed... Well, she had an idea on some, that was the pile of junk on the plastic white table with a leg being supported by a couple of boxes filled with more junk.
She hesitated as she moved forward to retest the structure, currently held in position by a couple of long poles. Four tires were stacked in. Their placed beneath it, though one much have reopened its puncture wound, given the look of deflation it was getting. Isabeau hunched over a little in seeing so, as it meant dismantling the structure to simply fix the tire and all that effort would set her back a little bit more.
And here was free time where she should be working on it but... She had no idea where to continue.
Throwing her hands up with a noise of frustration, Isabeau went over to the junk table and leaning elbows on, cupped her face as she gave a groaning scream, nothing high pitched but judt... Elongated and tired, soft enough that no one would come to make sure she wasn't dying but loud enough the room was just heard with the noise.
What was she supposed to do?
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 9, 2019 22:34:17 GMT -5
Prija Luci Felin daughter of Lucifer and Si "Pretty sure that saying was invented by kids justifying throwing cats off of roofs, it caught on," Prija said with a dramatic intake of breath, holding it for a moment before the breath came out in a puff, giggles following. "Or, better yet, our parents are awfuls and forgot to press the button that allows kittens to achieve the feline feet ability, and now, woe is us, stuck in an unfortunate balance of falling from high places- and no feet landing to be seen."
Which, in consideration, despite it being a joke, Pri wouldn't doubt that Mama Si would have done something devious like that. A clumsy cat daughter was easier to blame for a broken vase than a- a- ... a not clumsy cat daughter.... Maybe if Pri was an upright dog son, she wouldn't be blamed. Then again, the fact she was a dog would be a hint towards that.
And nothing against dogs, but Pri would rather be a clumsy cat than a dog. Dogs were noisier anyway... which she supposed didn't do much in consideration her mom made enough noise on her own anyway.
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