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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 3, 2018 20:55:08 GMT -5
Eliana Oldenburg daughter of ariel and eric
If there was one thing that Eliana knew to be true, it was that the ocean was exponentially better than the land. While there was nothing like getting an education, learning everything was her goal in life, she would much rather be in Atlantica with the rest of her family. She was extremely grateful for the other kids who went here, even though she was much too young to have niblings.
Having Melody for a sister was... an experience.
Don't get her wrong, she adored Matthias, he was great. She constantly felt the need to mother him. To be fair to her sister, it wasn't just her son that got the mom-treatment. Eliana was convinced that Sebby was avoiding her just for a little break, and made a mental note to find him later and rectify that situation. She wanted to make sure her family members were okay, even if it felt a little awkward.
Melody was just stupid. One of the only things she had done right was get together with Alex and have Matthias.
Speaking of her nephew, where was he? Eliana abruptly stopped on her way to the library, thinking back over the last few days. She couldn't remember seeing him. She had seen Sebby hightail it into a bathroom yesterday when she got too close, and there was a flash of Spoon going into his dorm, but no Matthias. "This is not acceptable," Eliana spoke aloud, to no one in particular. Sometimes, she forgot she was actually alone. It didn't happen often, honestly, and it startled her. She looked around, frowning. This is why she missed the sea. There would at least be a fish she could talk to.
Eliana shook herself out of her thoughts, walking away from her previous destination. Her nephew was smart and quite good at taking care of himself. Nevertheless, he worried her.
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Post by . on Dec 5, 2018 18:06:07 GMT -5
Jubilee Faith Ardor-Funk Daughter of Joy and Fear
It was a good day for Jubie. Sure, it had started out less than perfect, but she’d gotten herself back out into the the hustle and bustle of the Auradon Prep campus and was feeling better now. She considered going to see her brother before deciding that that was lame. She loved him - she really did - but she was itching to do something different. She talked to him a lot. Maybe she’d take some time to find and talk to new people. Or... or... maybe she’d go for a jog. Sure, jogging was fun and she could even bring Energy with her. He was always ready to burn some, well, energy.
With a head full of ideas - and nothing she was completely settled on yet - Jubie stuck her hands in her pockets and began walking. She had no true destination in mind. No, at this point, she just wanted to do something besides sit in her room and stare at her wall because that was definitely boring. Much too boring than what she wanted at the moment. In fact, there was a little bounce in her step as she wandered campus.
Her morning had actually been a big mess. One where Fear had seemed to creep into every crevice of her mind. One where she’d actually been left in tears, though there was no particular reason. It was more that she had been fearing... fear. See, sometimes her fears were specific. They were targeted at her own fear of her future or fear of what others thought or fear of... something. It was hard to explain, but this morning, she had just been afraid. Luckily that didn’t happen everyday. She was much more likely to have a targeted fear.
Current Jubie, however, seemed nothing like the girl that had been cowering under her covers only hours ago. Now there was a wide smile across her face as she tried to decide how to spend her day. Julian was still a possibility, but Jubie knew that she needed to branch out a little more and couldn’t be clinging to her twin every moment of every day. What would happen then when they grew up and went their separate ways? She wouldn’t even know how to interact with other people. Now that would be devastating.
She’d be alone, and she didn’t like to be alone. She was a very social person. She found happiness and energy in being with others and was always the first to jump to a friend’s aid. Even Julian. She loved her brother and would do anything for him, even if she was getting herself to branch out and actually making friends instead of friend flings. Not the bad kind of flings, but with friends. You know? The kind of friend you have for a short period of time and then they’re gone? Nah. She needed some more real friends.
Sure, she had a couple... Well, a couple that she liked to believe were real friends, but she would see, wouldn’t she? She’d see if they left her soon or if they were there to stick around. Hopefully they’d stick around.
This whole ‘friendship’ business was harder than it should be. Jubie was good at having friend flings, but not quite as good at having actual friends. Maybe she could change that this year?
She could feel Fear beginning to creep in at the thought of going another year with no true friends except for her brother. She took a deep breath and it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. She was getting much better at controlling Fear. When she was young, she’d been almost incapacitated by the Fear. It wasn’t her father’s fault, but she knew that Fear and Joy affected her more than any of the other emotions.
She was distracted from it even more when she saw one of the cutest dogs she’d ever seen before. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp at the sight. What a sweet baby! She started walking in that direction, not noticing the other dogs walking beside it until she got closer. She gasped again. “They’re adorable!” she said, her eyes finally traveling up the leashes and her sights falling on their owner. ”I. Love. Your. Dogs.”] She paused between each word for emphasis because this was clearly a very important conversation. What was more important than animals? Obviously this guy seemed to have some sort of love for dogs... That is exactly the kind of guy Jubie should look for more than a friend fling with.
”I’m Jubie, by the way... I probably should’ve said that first. But I love your dogs! What are their names?”she asked, barely stopping herself from saying more and more. She was about to talk about her own pets - Shock, Hope, and Energy - but decided to let him answer first... She didn’t want to scare him off... Even if he was more intimidating than she was.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 6, 2018 3:11:46 GMT -5
Alia Penelope Dammerung Daughter of Aurora and Phillip
The cookies, right.
Alia's face fell.
She debated going too far into detail about her mission. Emilia had other things to deal with right now, and while the Dammerung girl wanted to see Bella face the justice that she knew her best friend would so rightly deliver, now was not the time. She didn't want Emilia getting into more trouble than she already got into, hanging out with those disaster kids, and fighting the literal princess of all princesses was a surefire way to accomplish that.
But she couldn't just not give an answer, right? Emi was her friend, and not telling the truth was basically breaking that trust and telling a lie.
"It's...Ana." Resisting the urge to mess with her hair - she still had the cookie trays on her arms, after all - Alia continued, "She's been feeling...under the weather since that whole thing happened with Bella, and I thought maybe...maybe some food and attention would help." Alia wasn't smart or strong or fierce. She couldn't fight for her sister's honor, but she could fight for her happiness, and show her that even with all of these awful things happening, someone still loved her.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 6, 2018 4:25:18 GMT -5
Santana "Shiv" Pierce Rowe Son of Shank and Pyro
"Huh...?" To say that Santana didn't expect this encounter was the understatement of the century. Sure, people would come up to pet dogs, but coming up to him was a rarity in itself. He knew he didn't look the type for random conversation.
Even so, he tried his best. His dogs seemed curious about this cheerful girl, so he had to at least make an attempt.
"People call me Shiv." It was the name he went by in Slaughter Race, and it caught on in the real world. The only people who called him Santana (and walked away from it without a fight) were his family and his teachers. There was no in-between. "Then this is Kerosene, Diesel, and Ignition." While it lacked any sort of style or warmth for the stranger involved, it was an introduction all the same, with some useful information.
As he named the dogs, the gestured to show which one was which. Kerosene was the only girl, with gray whiskers around her muzzle and a bright red bandana around her neck, the old girl already eagerly snuffling at Jubilee's shoes. Diesel was a big brute, watching warily by his owner and giving a big shake that jangled the chain-link collar around his neck. Finally, Ignition gave an almighty yap, just a baby, to remind everyone to look at his shiny new studded denim coat.
This brought a small, muted smile from the Rowe boy. He thought Iggy looked pretty bad-ass.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 6, 2018 4:34:38 GMT -5
Trent Vito Rydinger Son of Violet Parr and Tony Rydinger
"I dunno, man, how do you think we could tell?" Everyone always lost ten bucks, and it was nearly impossible to tell when someone actually lost the money, as opposed to just wanting it. "It could be anyone." Should they keep it? It happened because of Trent's powers, he knew, so would pocketing it just be okay? Was that the universe telling him it owed him a new pair of pants?
Or was the universe testing him?
Heroes didn't just pocket money, especially if their power was what caused it to appear. There was probably a rule about it in the hero handbook or whatever. Hmm...
"I need a new pair of pants, yeah. Don't wanna walk around in stained pants, but my leg is fine. What do you think we should do with the lost money, B?" The Rydinger boy turned the question over to his best pal, who might have a better idea of what to do with the lost cash than he did.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 7, 2018 12:47:43 GMT -5
Benji Bogo son of chief bogo and clawhauser
This was where Benji wasn’t exactly sure on what to do. On one hand he knew he would feel bad if he just took the money, or in this case, if Trent just took it, but on the other hand he knew that there would be no way to tell who it truly belonged to. Even in the land of all who were supposed to be good and pure so many people would lie and say that it was their ten dollar bill. Benji didn’t like the idea of doubting people, not being able to trust somebody that he didn’t know all that well, but he had two cops as parents. He liked to see the good in people, but he had been raised to be aware and even suspicious if the time called for it. He wasn’t so naive that he would go out and trust anybody. To him it morally felt wrong to doubt people, but it was the way of life and he had to understand that.
Caught in a standstill between the two choices, Benji just sort of looked from his friend to the ten dollars that had practically appeared by magic.
By magic.
Maybe that was it. Maybe this was the defining aspect of this that would give him a reasonable conclusion to go off on. Perhaps it was a bit of a dumb reasoning, but it worked for Benji and made him feel a lot better about what he was about to say.
A smile pulling at his lips, the cheetah looked up at his friend, and to be honest, if he was in any stage of his beast out form his tail would be wagging back and forth more like a dog’s tail than any cat’s. ”I think we should keep it. I mean, yeah, it probably does belong to somebody, and the most right thing to do is try to find whoever lost it, but this stuff happens for a reason, right? Like magic.” Technically Trent’s powers weren’t quote on quote magic, but supers were seen as magical people by some, so if using that logic and reaching out to say that this was magic, then this ten dollars just magically appeared out of thin air and therefore didn’t belong to anybody in the first place. Did any of that make sense? It made sense to Benji. ”So maybe fate wanted to be nice to you and just ’poof!’ give you the ten dollars after it burned you.” Which that still worried Benji. He wanted Trent to be safe and burns were never fun. He had gotten plenty of them himself. Even now he would still burn himself while baking something, and he liked to think of himself as a professional baker by now. So yeah, if a professional baker like himself still got burned, then anybody could be burned. Not that he wanted that to happen, but it did happen whether or not he liked it.
Anyway.
Now feeling better about picking this option, Benji could rest easy. It was up to Trent to decide what he wanted to do in the long run, and either option would be a-okay with him, but he had put in his two cents considering his friend had asked and he wasn’t going to just leave his buddy hanging.
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Post by arexasaurus on Dec 7, 2018 20:38:54 GMT -5
Emilia Arendelle-Bjorgman daughter of anna and kristoff
Emilia's smile held all the compassion in the world. People like Alia made her see the good in the world that people like Bella made vanish. The oldest princess was the bane of Emilia's existence and they had barely interacted. Seriously, Emilia had probably only talked to her, like, twice. The most she heard about Bella was the girl doing horrible things to other people.
Never did like that much, Emilia disliked people who were mean very much.
She didn't hate others, though. She had tried, for awhile, but it didn't work out. Bella was the closest she had ever gotten to that feeling, but then her friends would come around and her positivism would come back. Good people like them made the entire universe light up again. Like how Alia was being such an amazing sister. Emila wished she could help, but...
"So, I want to help." The young girl was firm about this point. "I promise you that I would carry some of these trays, but it's likely that I will drop one and break everything." Emilia stated, being as honest as possible. She knew herself too well to try. She had literally just broken the coffee machine. "Do you think Ana just wants some sister time, or would I be of any cheerfulness?" That, she could do. Being a source of laughter was one of the only things she was good for.
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Post by . on Dec 8, 2018 15:13:55 GMT -5
Periwinkle Ivy Flynn Son of Phineas and Isabella
“INDI!”
There was a shout as Periwinkle Ivy Flynn burst from the boy’s dorm and started a rapid dash from towards his destination. His sister was nowhere around to hear him as he shouted her name a second time. “INDI!” A few pairs of eyes had turned to him, but he didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t odd for the son of Phineas and Isabella to get way too excited when he had his mind set on something. “Indi. Indi. Indi. Indi.”
It was only after the repetition of his twin’s mind that Peri seemed to realize she wasn’t there with him. He had his special backpack slung over one shoulder and he dug for his phone in his pocket as he headed in the direction he needed to go. He got his phone free from the confines of his pocket, but bobbled it for a moment before it fell to the ground behind him. He flinched and ran forward a few more steps before putting on the breaks and skidding to stop.
He rushed to pick up his phone and wiped the dirt off the screen. This was urgent. He needed to call Indi right away. But he didn’t have time to call and wait for her to pick up. He stopped running long enough to open up texts and send her a voice message instead. He didn’t care if people were looking at him. He needed to get Indi.
“Indi! Indi! I got it! Meet me at our tree!” He sent the message and slipped his phone back into his pocket and he dashed for the tree that the two often did their work under.
See, the twins had been working on a little project. It may not be quite at the level that his father and Uncle Ferb had been doing in their younger years, but the twins were definitely following in their footsteps... well, Peri was struggling. See, he was he idea guy. He was smart and he could explain how their little contraptions works and he understood the math and the science, but he could never put it all together in a physical model. He’d try and it wouldn’t work, even if everything on paper checked out.
It was extremely frustrating for him, but at least working with Indi helped ease his frustrations a little bit.
Now, their most recent invention had run into a bit of a snafu, but he’d finally figured it out. The idea had come to him when he was brushing his teeth that morning and he’d been working it out all day and building up the excitement of telling Indi that he’d figured it out. He just couldnt wait for his twin to arrive so he could share.
As he waited, he opened his special backpack and pulled out the blue prints he’d been working on. He put out the boom that he used as a table and tested on his stomach in the grass. He looked up from his work occasionally to check if Indi was coming.
Then his eyes would fall back to the blueprints as he erased and wrote and scribbled and grinned. He couldn’t wait for Indi to come see so he could explain it all to her.
He’d really figured this out.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:05:29 GMT -5
Toshiro Hikaru Hamada Son of Tadashi & Honey Lemon
At least there was a reason for it.
As Toshi placed his hands in his pockets, his shoulders rolled back, a puff of breath escaping him, his feet fidgeting ever so slightly on the ground. His cousin was definitely a genius, and Gi was full of ideas, however there were a few times even Toshi had to wonder if the two of them were more ingenious than anything else. Clever, skillful, intelligent, but without that finesse that often came along with it.
Though, did any geniuses actually hold a sense of finesse to them?
...The more he thought about it, the fewer names came to mind as far as finesse went. Maybe that hasn’t been the best example to begin with.
Giving his head a light shake, Toshi turned his attention back to Honoka, head tipping to the side and brow raised. He remained silent at first, just...looking at her. Of course Gi had been involved in the idea making process, that didn’t surprise him. It was still just such an idea. He doubted anyone else would get the idea to race ferrets and then follow through with it, going as far as to training said ferrets to race.
Finally, he shrugged back his shoulders. ”Yeah, alright, I’ll race ferrets with you,” he decided casually. It sounded interesting, and it could be fun. Besides, Toshi had come here determined to do whatever his cousin had in store for them, and today it seemed that that was racing her ferrets.
Hey, there had been weirder ideas before. Besides, people raced other animals all the time. Typically not in carts, but that just made this even more unique. More unique than worm racing, he’d give it that, and worm racing was already pretty unique if you were to ask Toshi about it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:09:59 GMT -5
Indigo Peony Flynn Daughter of Phineas & Isabella
”You just have to tighten it right around here...and...done!” Indigo finished with a cheer as she rolled herself back into view, a wide grin on her lips and a smudge of oil on her face.
The two 14 year olds glanced at each other, Nessie looked excited, like a duck about to burst with happiness, and Sharky...well he looked just a little more hesitant. After a pause, they looked back to Indigo and Sharky spoke up. ”Are you sure this is gonna work?” He asked, arms folded defiantly as if he didn’t believe her.
Indigo grinned in response, propping a knee up to rest her arm on it, screwdriver hanging casually from her fingertips. ”I’m seventeen percent sure this won’t fail-“
”Seventeen is a really low number-“ Nessie interrupted, eyes wide as Indigo gave her spirit percentage.
Indigo wasn’t worried, and it showed in the casual, easy going shrug and wave of her hand she gave the two of them. ”It’s on a scale from one to twenty,” she reassured and instantly the other two “ohh-ed” in understanding. Maybe the one to twenty scale was sort of a weird one to use, but Indigo was attached to it. With a nod, Indigo got up, patting the go kart’s side. ”This baby is gonna be perfectly capable of land travel, water travel - both on top and under it - and even flight, it’s an all terrain go kart,” Indigo explained with a smile.
That’s when a thought occurred to her and her smile dipped slightly into a faint from. ”...Though, I’m not sure why you’d need an all terrain go kart...” Indigo trailed off, looking down at the two younger teenagers with a suspicious glint in her eyes.
Both Sharky’s and Nessie’s eyes widened at the question and Nessie instantly launched herself at the go kart, letting out a nervous chuckle. ”No reason at all, why would you ask-oh hey! Where’s Peri?” The Duck girl questioned in a rush, words jumbled together ever so slightly.
Indigo opened her mouth to respond when she stopped, closing her mouth. That was actually a good question. Where was her twin brother? At least, she was assuming that was the Peri Nessie meant, after all it wouldn’t make sense for her to ask where Perry the Platypus was, he didn’t even go to Auradon Prep, he was too old.
Shaking her head, Indigo figured she could go find her brother later and turned her attention back to Sharky and Nessie, however they were nowhere to be found. Indigo blinked in surprise, swerving her head sharply from one side to the other. ”Where did they...” Indigo trailed off when her phone buzzed.
She pulled it out, clicking on the voice message that had been left behind by her brother.
”Indi! Indi! I got it! Meet me at our tree!”
A grin slipped across her visage at the message, instantly knowing what it was about. Their project, it had hit a bit of a rough spot lately, which to Indigo was basically the inventor version of writer’s block. Knowing that Periwinkle had figured something out couldn’t help but bring a smile to her face. She’d have to worry about why two rambunctious young teenagers needed an all terrain go-kart later, she had a tree to get to.
Pocketing her phone, Indigo swerved on her heels. ”Come on Wally, lets g-“ Indigo cut herself short when she realized her pet wallaroo was nowhere to be seen. Indigo placed her hands on her hips, looking from the right to the left. ”Where’s Wally?” She questioned to herself.
Finally, she decided it didn’t matter, Wally wandered off all the time, he’d find his way back. So with that in mind, Indigo set off towards the tree she and her twin had claimed as their own. It didn’t take her too long to get there, and as soon as she was close enough, she waved over at Periwinkle, sprinting over to him. ”Peri! I’m here!” She called out to the boy, panting slightly from the run.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:11:21 GMT -5
Ramona Blanchefleur Bong Daughter of Bing Bong & Rainbow Unicorn
Typically Ramona didn’t make a habit of traveling between reality and imagination so often, doing that could make someone forget what reality really was, and the line between reality and imagination could be a dangerous line to waltz upon. However today was different, she hadn’t meant to go to Imaginary Land the first time, she also just didn’t want to fall to her death and become a pile of rainbow goo on the ground below.
As for the second time, well, what could she say? It seemed like the easiest way to get Gabby out of danger as quickly as possible. Plus there was a less likely chance of getting caught using magic this way.
Within a blink of an eye, reality had disappeared, replaced by a world made entirely out of pink. At first, all Ramona could see was pink, so much pink that it was as if she was trapped in a pink balloon filled with pink cotton candy. It might’ve been overwhelming if Ramona wasn’t used to getting thrown into utterly random situations like this.
Besides, pink really was such a pretty color.
Ramona smiled softly, reaching a hand out into the air as she looked at the massive amounts of pink around her. ”You have a very lovely imagination, I love the color,” Ramona complimented with ease. Sure, she personally might have enjoyed some other colors as well, as she had always been fond of the colors of the rainbow, but the delicate shades of pink were pleasant to look at, even if it was just a tad bit overwhelming at first glance.
When Gabby asked where they were, Ramona smiled over at her, adjusting her position to make sure the other girl could stay balanced while pressed up against her. ”We’re in Imaginary Land, specifically your imagination,” she explained, pausing for a second as she pondered over how to explain this to the animal girl. ”Hmm...” With a snap of her fingers, she had moved from being next to Gabby, to standing a few feet in front of her, and in her original place now stood a soft yet sturdy rainbow colored rock statue of a bee. ”Let me explain,” Ramona started, smiling over at Gabby.
She paused for a second, glancing up at the pink sky before she began to pace, a chalkboard appearing out of thin air above her. ”Imaginary Land is a realm that doesn’t exist in a physical state. You can’t travel to it, it merely exists,” she started, chalk beginning to scribble her notes down on the chalkboard as she paced back and forth in front of it. ”There’s three different levels to Imaginary Land, as well as the Bridge, or Middleground, if that’s what you’d prefer to call it, we’re currently on level two,” Ramona stopped pacing to face Gabby instead. ”Or more specifically, we currently exist in your own imagination, your Imaginary Land, everything you see is because you thought it up, this land is entirely controlled by your thoughts and imagination,” Ramona paused for a second as something else occurred to her.
”Except for me,” she added, placing a hand on her chest. ”I’m an imaginary friend, or a ‘guide’ right now, which means I can control a few things-,” Ramona gestured up at the chalkboard, and then at the rainbow bee statue. ”However beyond the limited things I create, or anything I do here, it’s all you. Your mind, your thoughts, your imagination,” Ramona explained to the other girl, gesturing around at the pink that surrounded them.
She fell silent for a few moments, trying to guess Gabby’s reaction before finally she smiled. ”Welcome to Imaginary Land, Gabby,” she introduced happily, pausing for just another second before something else occurred to her. ”I can take us back whenever you want by the way, I just figured this was the fasted way to get you out of danger,” Ramona added quickly, figuring she should’ve probably explained that at the beginning instead of waiting until the end of her explanation to do it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 15, 2018 3:12:59 GMT -5
Noah Jayden Wilde Son of Nick & Judy
There came a time in every young rabbit-fox’s life where they found themselves tied to the ceiling thanks to their own stupidity, half way beasted out, dealing with an older brother that they had been willing to put up with up until a certain point, and now were incredibly, entirely, and absolutely done with their brother’s antics.
Or maybe that was just Noah.
Either way, the longer Noah found himself hanging from the ceiling like laundry over a wire, the less he could truly deal with Jensen and his relentless teasing. Maybe it was all the blood rushing to his head - if it wasn’t all there already, sitting in a weird gooey puddle of blood in his skull - or maybe it was because he hadn’t been having the best of days so far, but Noah just couldn’t quite properly deal with the other son of Nick and Judy Wilde right now.
So, Noah fell quiet, figuring he’d let his dear older brother finish whatever it was he was doing first, before Noah spoke up again.
Finally, Jensen was done and Noah gave him a look. A glare made entirely out of an emotion that was hard to place. Anger didn’t quite do it justice, as there was also a vague look of disgust hidden in there as well, not to mention the tiredness that was present within the glare and lastly a look of someone that if he wasn’t quite so tired of the situation, might’ve forced his way out of the ropes and strangled his brother personally. Right then and there.
It was a look of one very done man...er, bipedal rabbit-fox creature.
”Are you done yet?” Noah questioned, brow quirked upwards just slightly. The Wilde family might have quite a few kids that leaned more on the dramatic side of things, but if you were to ask Noah who took the cake for most dramatic rabbit-fox of all - possibly even most dramatic animal in Zootopia, maybe even all of Auradon - Noah would tell you that it was Jensen Nyles Wilde.
Noah would also like to add that in his opinion, his older brother could be a contender for worst possible middle name too.
Seriously, Nyles? That just wasn’t a good name no matter how you spun it. Jayden was way better as a middle name. Noah had a cool name. Noah Jayden Wilde. It was just cool, and that was a fact.
Honestly though, if Noah was being completely honest, this internal tangent wasn’t because he actually thought these things of Jensen - well he did, but that wasn’t the point - it was because the sibling he admired the most was mocking him and being done with it all just seemed like the easiest way to deal with it.
Though if it ever got out that Noah admired Jensen as much as he did, Noah would throw himself off the nearest building himself. Or maybe he’d offer himself up to the Isle, that seemed like a reasonable thing to do. He heard of a guy that was rumored to leave with the transfers out of embarrassment. If he could do it, Noah could too.
But that was something to worry about later, preferably when he wasn’t hanging from the ceiling like a limp noodle left out to dry.
When Jensen got ready to throw the knife, Noah closed his eyes, too afraid to watch, just in case something did happen to his beloved butt.
At first Noah wasn’t sure anything had happened, and then came the sound of a sharp object slicing through rope...and quite possibly some clothes, and then after that came the fall.
Noah did his best not to scream as he plummeted from the ceiling, still tied up, and hit the ground with a thud.
It had hurt, but he was alive.
Wait, he was alive.
”I’m alive!” Noah cheered, forcing his eyes open to look around, finding himself on the floor. It might’ve been silly, but in the moment he was overcome with happiness and let out a few delighted laughs as he rolled around on the floor, not quite able to untie himself, but that was okay, he’d worry about that later, right now he was too overjoyed that he had survived the fall alive and with his butt intact...probably, he really needed to check soon to make sure. It would be a shame if he went through all that and came out of it without his stellar behind. He might just cry.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 21, 2018 1:29:44 GMT -5
Gabriella Jabberjaws daughter of gazelle and louis
Okay, this for sure wasn’t Auradon Prep. This didn’t even seem to be Auradon itself, like the entire country. Gabby hadn’t traveled around the entire country of Auradon so maybe there was a place out there that was covered in nothing but a coating of pink. Then again, wouldn’t she have heard of this place by now? Pink was her favorite color - cliche, right? - so if there was a place out there that was nothing but pink then surely she would have heard about it or read about it or something. It was a place she would have totally written a report on back in middle school or something when teachers wanted reports on various places in the country. Anyway.
Getting more used to being in whatever this place was, Gabby was starting to realize that there was variations in the pink. Some areas were lighter in color where other areas had darker splashes of pink, almost red in a few places. She couldn’t quite tell if the material it was made out of - if it even was material - was something reminiscent to silk or clouds or some sort of fabric, but whatever it was looked soft and comforting to touch. Maybe if she just reached out and tried to grab around for something she could hold on to…
Gabby jumped back and away from Ramona when she realized her arm and hand was still the same as it was whenever she was half beasted out. Not that being in this form surprised her, she had just assumed that by now she would have gone back to her human form considering her emotions weren’t all out of whack now. Being here she felt rather calm until the surprise from seeing her arm rushed through her, but that wasn’t enough of an emotion for her to get anywhere near to beasting out, halfway or all the way. To make sure she wasn’t just hallucinating this or something she stuck out one of her legs and glanced down. Yup, that was totally a gazelle leg, not a human one. Now this was interesting.
With this new discovery Gabby glanced toward Ramona, the question written on her face. ”Is this normal?” What if it wasn’t? What if this wasn’t supposed to actually happen and now she was stuck in some weird anomaly of a beast out form? Okay, well, this wouldn’t be so bad. Her beast out form was always more comfortable than her human form even if being a gazelle alligator was a bit of an odd mixture and should feel weirder than being a human. But Gabby had spent more of her time in Zootopia than anywhere else before going to high school. There she was always in this anthropomorphic form. There had been the times when she would go visit the bayou her father was from and stick to being a boring ol’ human, but for the most part she had been this weird alligator gazelle thing. Which she had totally seen weirder combinations in Zootopia. Like those fox-rabbit kids of Nick and Judy. Actually, maybe that brood wasn’t as weird as she was thinking them to be. At least they were still completely mammal. Gabby was...well, she wasn’t sure what she was. She had fur which would classify her as a mammal, but then she also had scales and very obvious alligator features as well so she could just as easily be a reptile. Or maybe she wasn’t one over the other and was some odd mixture of both. A reptile-mammal, a mamtile? Reptimal? Yeah she had no idea. Maybe one day she’d go somewhere to get her DNA tested to find out what she was actually classified as. It would be an interesting experience.
The thoughts of whatever she was actually classified as were pushed to the side when Gabby hears Ramona speak up. Imaginary Land? That wasn’t something she had ever heard about before. ”Wait,” Gabby started, her tail flicking nervously when Ramona went on to say that this was Gabby’s own imagination. ”You’re telling me...that this,” she swept her arm around all the while feeling her eyes growing wide, ”this is...my imagination?” And then, ”We’re in my head?”
Oh Gods, they were in her head. THey had somehow managed to transport into her own brain and were now walking around inside it like it was just an everyday path to somewhere like school or to the store. Gabby wasn’t mad at Ramona for this, but she was concerned. How did they get out? What if they found some of those really old and really embarrassing memories of Gabby when she had been a child? Or those embarrassing moments that had happened earlier today? Gabby didn’t think Ramona would be the type to make fun of her for what she had thought about or what was stored in her memories, but was it worth the risk? How messed up would it be if she was made fun of in her own mind? It wouldn’t just be the normal making fun of somebody outside in their own physical space, this would be some intense making fun of because it was happening directly in her mind. That was messed up.
Which that then lead to another series of questions.
All this pink.
Ramona had said this was her imagination, but that didn’t stop Gabby from going down this set of thoughts. Disgust contorted her face and she lifted a leg up tentatively, glancing down at the ground with a sickening concern. ”Is all this pink....is this pink my brain?” The gazelligator asked in a voice that grew in pitch. Was she stepping on her brain? Was this going to injure her brain somehow? What if she got out of this Imaginary Land and then didn’t wake up because she had a terrible concussion because she had just left all sorts of hoof prints on her very own brain after prancing about in here like some sort of kid? Was this how she was going to die? There went her fantasy about turning into a rougarou and being stabbed by a hot girl, which would have been such a cooler death than falling out of a window or stepping on her brain to the point of loss of function.
As if sensing her rising panic the world around them began to shift and change. The pink began to fade away, turning more into a palette of green and yellow. The pink went away until eventually the entire landscape was a mixture of the Louisiana bayou and the African savanna. Looking around the two of them were now standing on a dry patch in the middle of a swamp; instead of the water being murky and dark it was crystal clear, making it easy to see little creatures dart back and forth through the waters or swim peacefully along in the current. Cypress trees covered the swamp and dotted the little island of African savanna. In the middle of the island was a large and ancient cypress tree, its roots protruding from the ground like ancient fingers and its trunk was gnarled and twisted with its age. It towered high and mighty above the land, a protective guardian over its land. Gabby knew this place. She knew where she was. This was where she went when she felt alone as a kid, when her parents would go off on their big tours and were doing a concert and she’d be left somewhere by herself backstage in a room. It was the place she went to whenever she had felt scared or needed that extra reassurance whenever her parents couldn’t give it to her. Which actually had happened a lot. Her parents were busy musicians, they didn’t have time to always take care of a kid. They loved her, Gabby knew that, they were amazing parents, but sometimes their job had taken them out of her life for a while and she had ended up feeling rather alone and left out. So this is where she had gone, to this nice little place that was nothing more than a mixture of bayou and plains.
”Wait a second…” Gabby breathed, a thought crossing her mind. Something was missing. Something important.
Motioning for Ramona to follow along, the gazellagator shot off toward the tree. She stopped once she was at its base, leaning down and getting on her knees. Having done this a billion times before she fearlessly stuck her arm down a dark crevice that was created by the cypress’s roots and searched around until she grabbed ahold of a thick box. She pulled it out and looked it over for a moment, excitement sparking in her yellow eyes. Tail lashing happily she opened up the box and out came an incredibly small caiman that jumped straight into Gabby’s hands, or rather, just one hand, the little thing could fit perfectly in the palm of one hand. It wouldn’t take long for anybody who had never seen this creature to realize it was a bit out of the ordinary. The caiman was, for starters, extremely small. Then there was the fact it was wearing a frilly pink tutu around its waist and a tiara adorned the top of its head. Its nails were painted a brilliant shade of pink and, looking even closer, the caiman seemed to glitter and sparkle. Then, the weirdest part of it all was the fact that instead of having a regular snout the creature’s snout was replaced with a perfectly sized trumpet. ”Ramona, meet Cadence,” Gabby breathed as the little caiman circled around Gabby’s hand and then stopped, looked directly at the Imaginary Land guide, and blew its trumpet nose in a perfect D sharp to greet the guide.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 21, 2018 1:30:45 GMT -5
Jensen Wilde son of nick and judy
If he was anybody other than Jensen Wilde then maybe, just maybe, he’d be concerned for his brother’s fluffy rabbit-fox bottom. Maybe he would be just the slightest bit of worried that Noah would lose his butt today, but he wasn’t. There was no need to be worried when Jensen knew for a fact that he was an amazing knife thrower. He was like that one fox guy with the bow and arrows. Robin Hood, was it? Yeah, Robin Hood. He was like Robin Hood but instead of being proficient in archery he was a master of knives. Then again he was Jensen, he was the master of everything that he ever tried. Give him a bow and an arrow and he’d have Noah down off the ceiling in less than a second. He’d be able to notch the arrow into place and then pull it back with his amazing strength before letting it go and watching the arrow snap the ribbon clean in half. Then he’d stand back and watch in silent awe of his prowess as Noah fell to the ground in a bundle of rabbit-fox mess. Jensen would cheer for his brother’s freedom for a moment or two before going on to boast about his magnificent archery skills. He would be the next Robin Hood, the next guy who mastered archery and took it to a totally different level. He would even be as good as that one queen from Scotland or something. What was her name? Meredith? Eh, didn’t sound right but it seemed close enough to whatever her actual name was. He could remember Robin Hood’s name but he couldn’t remember the name of a cool Scottish queen. Good job, Jensen. Eh, he wasn’t worried about his faulty memory anyway. He was on the path of becoming an archery master, nightmare inducing rabbit-fox and that’s what mattered.
The eldest son of Nick and Judy turned his attention to Noah when he spoke up. He couldn’t help but cross his arms over his chest, green eyes rolling. ”That is very rude of you, Noah Wilde,” Jensen pointed out in a rather dry tone. ”One simply cannot rush perfection unless you want to see a disaster, and we both know that I am not here for disaster, I’m here for perfection.” Luckily that wasn’t hard for him to accomplish considering he was already perfection, but he wasn’t about to risk that messing up.
While the hybrid of a rabbit and a fox was like this toward Noah, and like this toward any of his siblings really, he truly cared for them. If something really was wrong or life threatening then he’d stop what he was doing and actually do what he could to help them, but in a situation like this he was going to have some dramatic fun. Though throwing a knife at somebody should be considered a life or death situation. Not to Jensen apparently. Eh, if somebody else was throwing the knife at Noah then he’d be more worried, but he himself was doing this so everything was fine. Nobody was going to get hurt here.
With wide eyes Jensen watched as the knife he had stolen from Dhoruba arched through the air. The sound of ripping fabric pierced the air, and Jensen was sure he heard something thicker than just ribbon being cut into, but he wasn’t concerning himself with that. In the next moment his brother was freed from the ceiling and he came crashing down like the stinky bomb that he was.
”Look at that!” Jensen cheered, hopping furiously on the bed once again. ”I did it! Not that there was any doubt there, but would ya look at that,” he mused, puffing his chest out in pride as he bounced up and down on the bed for a few seconds more until an idea popped into his head. Anybody with a shred of decency in them wouldn’t do what Jensen was about to do, but the rabbit-fox was a cruel, cruel man with the heart of a demon, so this idea of his was perfectly fine to him. ”Canon ball!”
And that’s when he jumped off the bed and jumped straight onto his brother who was celebrating his victory by rolling on the floor.
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Post by . on Dec 21, 2018 18:10:23 GMT -5
Dakota Joy Kendall Daughter of Darwin and Juarez
It was a beautiful day on Auradon. Dakota had decided to put the time to good use. Sure, it wasn’t like time like this was rare, it that didn’t mean she still couldn’t put it to good use, did it? She’d actually stopped by Jethro’s room to find him gone - which wasn’t a surprise. After Jethro, she’d gone to look for Jinx, but her younger brother was even harder to find than her older brother.
When her search for siblings came up empty, Dakota disappeared to grab one of her nicer looking journals and then headed outside to enjoy the beautiful Auradon day. It wasn’t like this was a new and unique experience, but Dakota also didn’t want to waste it. Not when there was so much to do or see or even say.
Okay, we’ll get options were somewhat limited in that regard. Dakota wasn’t the most social of people and normally wouldn’t find herself interacting with people unless they were friends... or at least people that she already had had good associations with. No, Jethro was the most social of the Kendall siblings and his ‘social’ was usually a little too chaotic for most... especially Dakota. Jinx was a little more social than her, but her brother was more innocent and observant. He floated to the background, and was seen more as a little brother than a peer to most of his friends. That was okay, she supposed, but she definitely didn’t envy Jinx and what people thought of the youngest guinea pig boy.
Dakota didn’t have many friends and that just came along with the territory of being a quiet person. Sure, she could have more if she actually made it a hobby to go out and talk to people, but was it worth it? Probably not. She only had a few more years before she was done with Auradon, and then she’s be thrown in with a new group of people anyway.
She just ignore the thoughts and went to go sit under a bushy tree. It blocked too much sun from hitting her and was actually kind of... perfect for her. She clicked a pen that was stored in her pocket about 90% of the time and opened to a clean page.
Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated, closing herself off from the world around her. It was easy for her to get lost in her own little world while she was writing, and didn’t even seem to notice that she had slipped away.
Now, she didn’t like to consider herself sappy, but she did look down when she had finished writing to realize that she’d written a poem about one of the most intense human emotions: Love.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Princes are handsome, And so are you.
Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare, The palate is soft, And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows, With buds like eggs, A run is long, And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach, Up to the skies, Sunshine is bright, And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges, Surround the farms, Days are warm, And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty, Daffies have style, Potatoes are sweet, And so is your smile.
A sunset is beautiful, Just like you.
Well... that was one she wouldn’t want anyone to read. Okay, so she was known for being a rather harsh critic of her own work, but wasn’t everyone? Or most people, at least? All she knew was this poem - regardless of the actual writing quality - was embarrassing and she didn’t need anyone seeing it.
She flipped the page can began writing a poem about school. School was safe. Boring. Nobody would even want to read that.
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Post by . on Dec 21, 2018 18:10:45 GMT -5
Periwinkle Ivy Flynn Son of Phineas and Isabella
See, Phineas and Ferb had practically grown up underneath the large tree in their backyard. It was where they spent countless summer days and came up with the best ideas. Since his father and uncle were clearly Peri’s greatest role models, if didn’t really surprise anyone that his first goal at Auradon had been to find a good tree for him and Indi to call their own. He spent as much time as possible there, whether or not his twin was at his side.
Their tree was a large one. He didn’t know what kind it was and he didn’t seem to care. No, all he cared about was the fact that it provided shade and allowed the twins to work in an environment so similar to the one that their father, uncle, mother, and their friends had come up with their best ideas under? Like a rollercoaster! Peri still wanted to suggest an Auradoncoaster to Indi. Maybe they could even call it the Beastmobile to get the king’s approval? Something told Peri that Beast wouldn’t exactly be happy with two students making a rollercoaster that wove and dove around campus.
Still. It would be cool.
But now, he had to focus on this instead. The project had both of the young inventors stumped and it had been driving Peri crazy. How could something so simple get them so easily? He’d been almost obsessing over it at this point. See, Peri tended to throw himself into his work beyond the point of it being healthy. But t had worked and he’d figured this out. He was bouncing his leg as he sat in the grass, back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.
He waited, but Indi still wasn’t there.
His sister wasn’t coming fast enough and it drove Peri crazy. He looked down at his watch, frowning when he saw that only thirty seconds or so - maybe a minute - had passed. Why did time pass so slowly? He groaned and stood up, pacing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth in front of the tree. Time passed too slowly for the son of Phineas and Isabella’s liking, but he could deal with it. He could deal.
He was just so dang excited.
”Indi!” he called, grinning when he saw his sister. He lit up and paused his pacing to take a few jogging steps towards her and meet her halfway. ”You gotta see this.” Without explaining further, the teenager pulled back and spun smoothly to head back to his tree. Once he reached it, he fell to his knees and spread out the blueprints he’d brought along with him. ”See? It’s simple,” he said as he grabbed at the ground. Finally feeling his fingers close around a rock, he used it to pin down one corner of the blueprints. It wasn’t long before he’d found three other rocks and blueprints were safely weighted.
”We were trying to attach the wheel here,” he said, tracing his finger over their original plans. ”But that won’t work. See, we’ll get maximum power if we hook it up here. That also clears this space for us to add in a second bubble powered engine, increasing our max power. I also added some flame decals because, y’know, we want it to look cool,” he said, indicating and tracing with his fingers as he explained everything to his sister.
He looked up at her, brown eyes wide as he waited for his sister’s response to what he’d done. ”See, I didn’t get any sleep last night. I think it hit me around midnight? One? Something like that. Then I spent the rest of the night fine tuning and perfecting the design and BAM! We got ourselves another successful project. One I think we gotta send a picture to Dad and Uncle Ferb. They’re gonna be impressed,” he said, the lack of sleep showing on his face. It wasn’t unusual when he got fixated on a project like this, but he still knew a full night of sleep was ‘healthy’ for a growing boy like him.
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Post by . on Dec 21, 2018 18:11:05 GMT -5
Terra June Clayton Daughter of Tarzan and Jane
Terra did the best she could to avoid even any mention of the Bête family. She actually wasn’t sure if she’d interacted with any of the kids, and she definitely didn’t plan on it. Nah, she preferred spending time with her jelly bean eating boyfriend and whatever other odd friends she could make on Auradon. Or back home in the jungle. Just like her father, she’d made friends with many animals and they were often better than the snobby royalty she came across at Auradon. Sure, she doubted all the royalty was as bad as the Bête family, but still. She just wanted to chill with her animal friends. She liked to think Flash was close. While she was completely human, her boyfriend was part cheetah, so that made him part animal, right? Animals were a lot easier for her to get along with than humans, so it didnt surprise her that her first boyfriend ended up being half human and half cheetah. Plus, cheetahs were cool. Maybe not as cool as gorillas, but definitely cool.
But right now her top priority was not the animal blood running through her boyfriend’s veins, but the fact that he was possibly about to die due to jelly bean overdose. Too most, that would be laughable - and it was - except that jelly beans didn’t affect most people like that affected Flash. This was unexplored territory and she didn’t know what would happen if her boyfriend actually did overdose on jelly beans. Would she get in trouble for murder? After all, she didn’t stop him from eating the jelly beans. Or an accomplice? Could she be considered an accomplice to his accidental jelly bean overdose? What if they thought she’d put something in the jelly beans and that’s what killed him? Would she be banished to the Isle then?
That was terrifying. See, Terra had had no interest in going to the Isle. The transfers had all seemed pretty excited to go, but she had had no desire. Sure, it was interesting, but she’d finally gotten herself to settle down and focusing on her schoolwork. She would just be much too distracted if she went to the Isle. Being banished to the Isle for killing her boyfriend would be an even worse option. She’d be hopeless then.
But now she didn’t need to worry about that. She had Flash and they had jelly beans and things were good. She’d actually considered inviting that jelly bean video game girl on their jelly bean date, but then Terra realized that it would be awkward for everyone if they invited a third person along on a date.
When Flash began to reassure her, Terra smiled a bit. ”I suppose. But I don’t want you to get diabetes either,” she pointed out. No, diabetes sucked and so did death and she didn’t want her boyfriend to have either. ”Well, you’re a big boy, Flashy, so I don’t think I can stop you,” she pointed out. She readjusted her position to face him and grinned.
She watched as he dug into the jar of jelly beans and took out a handful. She looked down at his handful of beans, looking at the different colors and flavors. They all had different effects on him and she was a bit nervous to see how the handful would affect him. When he put them in his mouth, she found herself flinching slightly as he chewed. She was half expecting an explosion and she really didn’t want to see that. After a few seconds, she still had her eyes squeezed shut. ”Flash? What happened?”she asked, still not looking over at her boyfriend.
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Post by . on Dec 21, 2018 18:11:30 GMT -5
Adonis Rainier Poole Son of Abigail Chase and Riley Poole
Adonis was terrified that nobody would come to help him. After all, this wasn’t exactly a busy part of campus, which means less people would hear his initial call for help. Of the people that heard it, would anyone actually come respond? Personally, Adonis wasn’t sure he would respond to some random boy in a robe calling him around a dark corner. Nah, it was kinda sketchy. Even if he didn’t mean any harm, he still... looked like he could cause some harm.
Who would actually help him? Maybe they’d be around...? He thought for a moment. Dakota, for sure. She was quiet, but she was good. She would help when her brother caused Adonis some problems. Jinx... well, he might help? He wasn’t quite sure. Jinx liked to stay out of Jethro’s business, but he was a good child. Too innocent. Too pure. He’d probably take his own clothes off to clothe Adonis. Linus would. Probably. Adonis liked to believe his boyfriend would go get him clothes. Jethro...? Nah. Jethro has gotten Adonis into this and wouldn’t want to get him out. After all, Adonis had lost the race due to his untied shoes.
Dang, he hated shoelaces.
Seriously. They didn’t have any business being so complicated. As much as people had tried over the years, nobody had managed to actually succeed in teaching Adonis how to tie his shoes. It was stupid, really. That’s why he needed Dakota and Linus around. They were more reliable than Jethro and Jinx when it came to bailing him out.
He sighed, looking down at his bare feet. At least he didn’t have any shoelaces to trip over right now. Of course, the bottoms of his feet were already dark with dirt and a pebble had lodged itself into the bottom of his right foot. Annoying, but he wouldn’t trip.
He heard words and perked up. ”Greetings! Affirmative! Good day! indubitably! My name is Adonis Poole and I seem to have gotten myself into a quandary. You see, my acquaintance has scorned me. I was vanquished in a battle of athleticism and speed and grace and now my body is lacking... ah... attire. Garb. Wardrobe. However you may want to construe it. I have only a robe gracing my fair skin and would appreciate aid. A helping hand, possibly?” he asked.
He wasn’t sure how the strange boy could help him? If he had a jacket, that could certainly help. Adonis could put that over his torso and then wrap his robe around his, ah, bottom half. Or the opposite. In fact, this strange boy could go to the store and get a blanket and that would be enough for Adonis. Or... Or... he wasn’t quite sure what else could be done to help him. He just knew that he needed some sort of help. As hard as he tried to tie his robe tightly, it still hung open and revealed more skin than he’d like.
He really needed to have a talk with Jethro soon, but right now he had to focus on the person who may or may not be able to help him. He stepped forward again, poking just his head out a second time so that he could lay his dark brown eyes on the boy that had responded to his plea for help.
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Post by . on Dec 21, 2018 18:11:49 GMT -5
Jubilee Faith Ardor-Funk Daughter of Joy and Fear
The guy was intimidating, but Jubie hadn’t noticed that at first. All she had noticed the the adorable dogs he was walking. She loved dogs. She only had one dog, but she wanted to get more. She just wasn’t sure if she should wait until Hope was a little older. Between the dog, the chicken, the kitten, and her canary, Jubie was worried she wouldn’t have time to properly care for another dog and she couldn’t imagine being unable to provide for a creature that depended on her to take care of it.
Still, she wanted a dog. As soon as she was confident she could care for it, she would get another. And she wouldn’t hesitate to get the biggest and cutest dog she could find.
”Shiv...”she repeated. That was an interesting name. Unique, just like Jubilee. Sure, Shiv was probably more unique but she’d still never met another Jubilee.
Her attention was brought back to Shiv when he introduced her to the dogs. Her eyes travelled to each one as he named them. She had to admit that she already enjoyed Kerosene. She held out a hand for the dog to sniff, not wanting to lunge forward and pet her before the dog was ready for it. Diesel, she left for now. He didn’t seem as trusting in her, and she didn’t want to make him upset. He was still the handsomest boy.
”I love his jacket!” Jubie said in a stage whisper as she looked over at Ignition. ”These have to be some of the cutest dogs I’ve ever seen,” said, shaking her head. ”You know, I have a dog too. We went for a jog earlier today and now he’s just chilling, but his name is Energy. You should meet him sometime,” she offered. She really loved talking dogs with people. Dog lovers seemed to unite over that - in fact, any animal lover seemed to bond over conversation about their pet - and it was a good way to meet new people and make more friends.
That’s what Jubie needed right now. She couldn’t just keep clinging to Julian and relying on her brother to be her only source of human companionship.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 22, 2018 23:40:33 GMT -5
Flash Parr son of dash and fuli
Flash couldn’t help but snort in amusement the moment Terra brought up the possibility of him getting diabetes. There was no way he’d end up with that disease just because he would eat a lot of jellybeans. He was totally safe from such a thing. Besides didn’t people get that when they weren’t active enough or something? He was probably totally off - he wasn’t interested in entering the medical field - but that’s what he was sure of. Flash was about as active as a kid could get so he wasn’t at risk of getting any sort of ailment like that. As far as he knew at least. What he was for sure about was the fact that diabetes was a serious thing and shouldn’t be taken lightly. He didn’t know much about it or anything like that but he would take it seriously if the need ever arose. Like by some odd chance that he did get diabetes then he’d take it seriously and do what he could to get it under control. But anyway.
The moment he stuck the handful of jelly beans in his mouth an explosion of flavor happened all at once.
Flash jerked back, confusion flickering over his gaze as he paused in his chewing. Was he tasting apple or lime? Was this flavor watermelon or strawberry? Maybe this one was one of the weirder flavors and it was chocolate pudding. Or maybe he was actually tasting coconut. He honestly wasn’t sure. All he knew was that the flavors all at once were strong and he wasn’t exactly sure if he liked this particular flavor that was starting to settle in his mouth and on his taste buds. If he survived he was going to need a lot of water to wash away this taste. It was sticking to his tongue and clinging on like some bloodthirsty tick that was ready to drain its host of all its blood. That’s how bad all of these jelly beans together tasted.
He didn’t have much time to worry about the taste any longer when a sharp tingle ran up his spine. Flash stiffened, making him sit up a lot straighter than what he had been doing. It wasn’t long after that when there was what could only be described as a loud ’whoosh’ resounding all throughout his head. Flash couldn’t do a thing about it as it was immediately followed by his vision fading and in the darkness there was blurry stars of all different colors. In this daze the cheetah boy hasn’t felt himself topple on over backwards and fall to the ground with his face pointed upward to the sky. Ever slowly did his vision come back. The first thing he saw was the crisp blue of the sky with a few thin, wispy clouds drifting by. The sight of these clouds sparked up a bout of laughter from the boy as he listlessly moved a hand up and pointed toward the slow moving clouds. ”Look at ‘em.” His words were slower than usual along with any movement he gave. Usually Flash was a pretty fast mover and could be an equally as fast talker, but right now everything had slowed down for him. ”They’re, aha, racing. Who’s gonna win?” He asked. Right as the question slipped off his tongue the arm he had raised came falling down and smacked him right in the face. All Flash did was lay there on the ground and, eventually, gave a small, ”Ow,” in what was a very delayed reaction.
Yup, all those jelly beans had done something all right.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 22, 2018 23:41:33 GMT -5
Mika Takoda son of meeko and big mama
To be honest about it Mika had no idea what to expect. It seemed like with Auradon anything could happen and he wasn’t about to place any bets on what he was about to walk into. As far as he could tell there was only one person in this odd junction between school buildings so it wasn’t like he was running in on some weird group of kids. If it was just one other person then he could handle this, he could do it. He had never been good with social interaction - that’s why he had always let Tierney do that when they were together - and here lately he had been getting even worse with it. Even if it had only been a few days since Tierney had left to the Isle the raccowl was already feeling all sorts of stress and anxiety from it. He had known he was going to miss Tierney more than what would be usual, but he hadn’t expected such a sharp emptiness there where his boyfriend should be. He didn’t like this, didn’t like the sketchy communication that they had to use, didn’t like how he couldn’t just cuddle up with the penguin when he wanted to and share stories about how the day had gone for them. If he missed Tierney this much already then how was he going to survive the whole semester? This was going to be hard.
The sound of the voice returning Mika’s initial greeting pulled him away from his thoughts. The son of Meeko and Big Mama inched ever closer until he could make out the form of a guy in some sort of cloak or robe or something of that nature. Either way it was a sight that should have made any normal person run away. This was the guy parents warned their kids about, the barefoot guy in nothing but a cloak that lurked in dark corners and asking if any of the kids wanted to buy some drugs. It was the sketchy guy that gave you the injectible weeds and the Smarties that we’re crushed up. But Mika didn’t worry about sketchy. He was half raccoon. Nothing was sketchier than a critter that wore a mask for its entire life and made a living out of dumpster diving and giving other living beings a death sentence with rabies. Now he was still part owl but they weren’t much better. They were omens of death and death was always pretty sketchy. So yeah, Mika just existing was sketchy enough as it was, he had no right to judge this other kid or even worry.
Now when the boy started to speak up Mika wasn’t expecting to hear such a wide variety of words that nobody else would ever dream of using in an actual sentence. Despite this he was still somehow able to perfectly decipher everything that was being said. This guy - who Mika actually somewhat knew from a class or two, Adonis whatever his last name was - had lost a race and his punishment for losing had been stripping away his clothes and only allowed to wear a robe. Now he was trying to figure out how to get clothes back onto his body that wasn’t just a robe. Well, Mika didn’t have any extra clothes on him but… Maybe he could help the guy out. Somehow. Would he even have any clothes that fit the guy if he asked him to follow him back up to his dorm room?
Mika pondered this for a moment before finally deciding he’d help the guy. There was no harm in it, right? ”I don’t have clothes with me, but...but I can take you to get some?” Then another thought crossed his mind. ”Or I can run up and get some,” he offered. Thinking about it if it Adonis went up to Mika’s own dorm for clothes why couldn’t he have just gone back to his own dorm room? Mika running to get something from his room while Adonis stayed down here made a lot more sense after the raccowl had thought about it for a moment.
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 25, 2018 17:15:38 GMT -5
Alicio Bleu Sinclair Bacon Noll Dior Larue Bete son of the Beast and Belle A huff of heat in his face as the oven opened, Alicio immediately turned away to grab the trays of cookies currently sitting on the counter. Spinning back around, this time with tray in hands, he was met with the warmth once more, placing the trays inside. Closing the oven up and staring at the orange glow inside, he reached for the timer, clicking it to the 10 minute mark in wait. The ticking noise immediately started, annoying, but in the end a good thing as each click was a sign that he could take the treat and relax for the day.
He waited. He waited a little bit more. He looked at the timer. Nine minutes.
He waited more. And some more. Surely it was done by now. A glance at the timer- Eight minutes.
"This is taking forever. What else can I do..." He could put things away. Well... There wasn't much to put away. Cookie dough that he was planning to give off to Adrian needed to be moved to a new container... There wasn't many ingredients left out... nor materials needing to be washed, he tried to do that as he went along.
Pondering over what was left, he went to look at the time... Seven minutes, great. He just spent a minute pondering what to do and it was only a minute. He doubted an extra minute passed by in that small revelation, so there wasn't much to do than spend the remaining minutes moving the rest of the cookie dough from the bowl to a container Alicio brought. This wasn't the first time he had done this after all. Sneaking out cookie dough was a highly sought business... but not really.
Taking time to wash out the bowl, he was fairly relieved when the timer sounded. Moving over to the oven, and turning it off, he immediately pulled the cookies out onto the empty stove and- oh look he was waiting again.
Waiting. Wasn't that fun?
The answer you are looking for is no. None of this is fun. It's just been him waiting around for cookies at this point. What is the purpose of this? Character building? Maybe. More words? Perhaps. Any conceivable reason? Probably not. It's just been Alicio waiting for some cookies to bake and cool off as he snatches the rest of the cookie dough. Will this have any effect on the future? Adrian might get some cookie dough, but that's it.
Rambling aside, blah blah, Alicio waited for cookies to cool and took one for himself while bundling the rest up.... A little meandering here, a little wandering there, or hey, look, he's going to be doing something. Is he... Is he going outside the kitchen?? How rare! No, don't tell me, he's even leaving the hallways of school for the... the outdoors? This isn't nearly exciting though. He uh... He actually does spend time outside I swear. Oh look. He's... He's headed near a water fountain. Do you suppose he's going to enjoy the outdoors eating some cookies? You bet!
He sits. He puts the cookie jar on the ground and the package of warmly baked cookies next to him. He takes one of the cookies out. It's still warm, a miracle. But wait. He takes a bite. It tastes.... good? Yes, yes it tastes good. He's giving on an "mmmmmm" sound. Fascinating. A natural teenager in it's natural habitat eating definitely natural food while giving off natural sounds. Oh.
Oh wait.
Somethin's happening, look carefully at your screens. He's- He's moving- wait- he's- oh sh*t he's falling. Yep, oh wow. It's not even graceful- he's flailing. His arms and legs are wiggling- he's falling backwards- oof. Ouch. There was a splash of water, here once again, replay. Oh, look carefully as you see him move around in a wonderful panic- ah the splash again. Wait, wait, we can make this better. Slow motion. Watch carefully this time- the look on his face. Ignore the fact it's contorted, focus on the pure terror and sadness as he realizes he is about to get absolutely soaked. Better hope nobody is around. Oh! Oh! More fun. Reverse! Reverse! And just... keep switching it back- oh yep. This is the true satisfaction... is anybody recording this because... Auradon's Funniest Home Videos! Ah yes.
Shame the cookies got doused. ... Wait, was that not mentioned? Yeah, that splash from Alicio falling into the fountain just... ruined the cookies. Caught into the package and, sheesh Alicio, you should of shared. If I wrote this slightly different, maybe the cookies may have meant something. But now, instead of being the cause of you falling in, their just the cause of a disappointing day and life forever and ever now. That's all there is to it.
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 25, 2018 17:17:06 GMT -5
Matthias Askel Alexson son of Melody and Alex This was a smart idea. At very least he could claim that he wasn't like his mom nor his grandmom. He was worse.
This was in the sense that you considered him not going to an evil sea witch that just so happened to have a large grudge against his family and would inevitably betray him in some sense or cause him to betray someone else in his family was not nearly as bad as taking things into his own hands. Sure, he wasn't learning magic to give himself wings- but he was goddamn prepared to try.
Not the magic part, that was illegal. No, Matthias got something better. So, he kinda came across his great great grandfather's (Matthias -> Melody -> Ariel -> Triton -> Poseidon- yes great great grandfather...) nephew's son. Matthias was like... his third cousin once removed? It was entirely possible that he was wrong, but who was he to keep track of that stuff.
Much to say, Dio wasn't exactly sober (as a notice, when Matthias tried to ask, he responded that since he was Greek, 18/19 was a perfectly legal drinking age for him), but he was willing to listen to a rambling Matthias briefly. And by briefly, Matthias briefly mentioned the sky and Dio paused him. He had asked if Matthias wanted to fly. It was no duh that Matthias said yes.
This was how he got to meet Kristopher. He'd seen the guy before, but meeting him with Dio there was interesting given the immediate start to words Dio was on in telling Krissy (apparently his preferred name) about the idea. Which was essentially summed to, "Okay. Wings- but Greek wings, my dude. Like... wax and feather wings, you feel?"
It was odd, but Krissy seemed to understand his distant family member and got started on what Matthias could only assume was a pair of wings. Dio had starting talking to Matthias meanwhile, trying to urge out information, so how could Matthias really say no to someone willing to listen. This was where he got the information behind the wax and feathers bit of everything.
"Okay. So, I know you're like, pretty Danish, right? Like, you have that Greek side to you, but you've grown up with the Danes and stuff. Not like, the great Greek myths?"
"Uh, yeah. I'd say so. Mom doesn't talk about those myths since her mom doesn't and I don't think her dad did either really, even though he's like... bound to know about that stuff?"
"Okay, sweet, first myth little child, first myth. Icarus and Daedalus. Ica was the son of Dalus, they were like, highkey trapped in a place since they helped build the Minotaur's maze, and so, there was a plan to escape. I believe in Krissy there to be able to recreate the wings they used and like, see if they work. Uh, moral of the story, don't fly too close to the sun, the wax melts, but also don't fly near the sea since it gets the feather's wet. Luckily, there isn't a sea near us, but like, if it works, it means you can't use it at Unc's domain. Gotcha?"
"Gotcha."
"Good."
It took a bit but eventually Krissy seemed to have crafted an interesting pair of wings. There was careful instructions on how to put on the largely crafted items and brief instructions about what not to do. Mostly involving the whole, don't fly too close to the sun. A lot of the actually putting it one was when the three of them were sat on the roof. Dio mostly helped getting it situated while Krissy sort of... droned on.
"I'm going to need to run multiple tests on this to ensure it doesn't break. This may even need to span a course of several days to see how the wax deals over a time period and whether or not the feathers hold. Testing to see how many times it can be used may be an intelligent idea in the case it breaks down with many uses..." he rambled on, less to Dio and Matthias and more to himself. Without glancing up to the two of them, working to get the other wing on his arm, he continued, "You may need to do this once of twice a day. Expect injuries in the case that it fails."
"What happens if it fails?" Matthias asked, unsure if there was any type of safe keeping in the case the wings failed.
Krissy seemed to consider. "You'll fall. But, they shouldn't fail as long as you don't-"
"Fly too close to sun, we've went over this, Matthias is ready to be pushed off the roof, meanwhile," Dio interrupted with a grin.
"Pushing him off will lead to surprise and he'll fail to use the wings. He's more likely to break them that way. Whenever he is ready to attempt to fly, it should be fine."
"I'm ready now?"
"Say it with more confidence and we'll believe you," Dio said with a little grin as Krissy spoke at the same time, "Go ahead then." So, Matthias felt he should take the opportunity to get close to the edge of the roof and finally get to live out this small little dream.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 29, 2018 22:15:29 GMT -5
Noah Jayden Wilde Son of Nick & Judy
At Jensen’s comments on perfection, Noah couldn’t help but scoff as he rolled around on the ground like some sort of demented worm in some desperate attempt to free himself from the ropes or maybe he was just really happy and this was what Noah always did when he was happy. Either way, there he was, a fox-bunny, rolling around on the floor in a bunch of ropes, buttocks intact with only a rip in his pants.
However, eventually the rolling did come to a stop and instead Noah just lied down on the floor, rabbit ears twitching as he looked up at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then slowly but surely he began to shift back into his human form. Orange and gray, slightly long rabbit fur began to shift into floppy ginger hair and pale skin. He began to stretch out, going from the a size somewhere between a rabbit and a fox to a leggy, yet averagely sized teenage boy.
Soon, in place of the creature that had been there before, was a fully human boy with big ears and slightly large front teeth with a gap in the middle. Noah let out a sigh of relief, freeing himself from the ropes with ease now that he was much bigger. That was one mess he didn’t have to worry about anymore, and maybe he could successfully put it behind him now.
Now for the really important thing.
Double checking to make sure his rear end came out of that without any injuries.
Quickly Noah rolled onto his stomach, lifting his chest up and turning his head so he could stare at his butt. It would probably be easier if he just stood up and walked over to the mirror but there was no time for that, not right now, not when butts were at stake.
Okay so there weren’t any blood patches, no skin cut right off, nothing of the sort, the only thing that was there was a very nice and large rip right across the back of his torso, revealing the brightly colored Hei-hei underwear. ”Oh no,” Noah said, voice incredibly small and close to cracking.
Nobody could know about his Hei-hei underwear.
Especially Jensen.
There was no explaining Hei-hei underwear, least of all to Jensen. How would Noah even begin to explain why he had these? How would he be able to avoid the teasing that would undoubtedly come from it? How would he explain that he might’ve had a teeny, tiny, super small crush on the chicken man? Hei-hei didn’t have a lot of merchandise, it wasn’t like Noah could just casually say he got these at any store for cheap. Jensen would know.
He couldn’t dive into that right now, he wouldn’t get into it. He knew better than to open that can of worms.
So, thinking quickly, Noah turned around as fast as he could so that he was lying down on his back, hiding the underwear from sight.
It was a good thing he turned around when he did as well, for that was exactly when Jensen seemed to think it would be a good idea to jump off the bed and land right on top of Noah.
Noah let out a small scream of surprise, bracing himself for the impact, but there was no preparing for his older brother to land on his stomach with a force great enough that almost made Noah puke up the rest of his lunch.
With a groan, Noah rested his head on the ground, giving up. Life wasn’t worth it, the gods should just take him now. ”Ugh,” he muttered, body still recovering from the Jensen cannonball.
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Post by . on Dec 29, 2018 23:43:37 GMT -5
Terra June Clayton Daughter of Tarzan and Jane
Now, Terra wasn’t sure she was worried about Flash getting diabetes. She was sure he wouldn’t end up with it, but if he did, she would be there for him. What she was concerned about was an exploding cheetah boyfriend. Now that would be disappointing. She could imagine twenty years from now, talking to some friends she hadn’t met yet about how they’d broken up with their first boyfriends or girlfriends. It would get to Terra. Everyone else would have normal reasons or some cute story about how they were married to the first person they’d ever dated. Then Terra - with a straight face - would have to explain how her boyfriend had died because he exploded from a jelly bean overdose. It sounded funny, and she was sure everyone else would think she was joking. But she wouldn’t be. Nope. A completely true story there.
When there was no Flash explosion, she blinked and slowly lowered her hand to look over and see her boyfriend in the grass. He was staring up at the sky and she frowned slightly. He’d been sitting only a moment before. Then he spoke, and she raised an eyebrow as she listened to the unusually slow speech from her boyfriend. Once he was done speaking (and smacking himself in the face), she looked up to the clouds he’d pointed out. She blinked up at the sky for a moment. She thought for a moment. ”The slow cloud... you know the story about the turtle and the hare,” she said, though some part of her thought that her speedy never took that lesson seriously. He moved too fast for that. Usually.
Wait.
Why was she just going along with this? She looked down, poking him in the cheek. ”Flash!” she said, pulling back slightly. ”You f-... You j-... You g-... she kept making noises, but no insults came out at first. Until...
”YOU BUTTERCREAM SNENIS!” she didn’t shout, but it was still louder than necessary. It even caught the attention of a couple students. The only one that actually stepped forward was a small gray haired girl. One that Terra actually knew a bit. Great. Gnia Wilde. She was a nice girl, almost too nice, but Terra had no doubt she’d go home and tell her siblings about this weird scene.
”Um.... what exactly is a snenis?” she asked, not even seeming to notice the oddly behaving Flash on the ground.
Terra’s face turned bright red as she focused on Flash, her hand coming to rest on her boyfriend’s cheek. ”Oh... uh... it’s...” she stammered, completely unaware of how to describe it. She didn’t even know what a snenis was. It just felt right.
”And why’s it buttercream? That’s an... odd adjective.” Gnia blinked innocently as she asked the older girl these questions.
Her gaze didn’t falter and Terra found herself submitting to the one sided staring game. Her eyes fell to the ground before she stood up. ”Never mind. A buttercream snenis isn’t important. I want... I want to get Flash somewhere to check on him,” she said, nodding down to Flash.
”Oh! I can help!” Gnia said brightly. She gestured for the small crowd to leave. When it was just her, Terra, and Flash, Gnia bent down to put her head by the older cheetah boy. ”He’s breathing!” she said to Terra.
”I-I know that,” Terra said, slightly confused. She hadn’t thought Flash was dead. No, he had actually talked and pointed at stuff. She shook her head. ”He ate a million jelly beans and didn’t go kaboom. Instead he kinda-“ Here, she made a noise. A mix between the sound a video game makes when you die and bloop. While she made the unknown noise, she gestured with her hands.
Gnia blinked. ”Okay....”she stretched out the last syllable as she tried to make sense of what the clearly flustered Terra was saying. She shook her head. ”Help me get him up,” she said. She was a small girl, already crouched on the ground, so it was easy for her to lift one of Flash’s arms and slide it over her shoulders.
Terra nodded and copied her, pulling Flash’s arm over her shoulders. She slid a hand under her back to help support him. ”You okay, Flash?” she asked. ”Me and Gnia Wilde are gonna take you...” she trailed off, unsure of where exactly they were going to take him. She looked at Gnia, but the younger girl shrugged. ”Somewhere,” she finished, still on the ground.
That was good enough.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 30, 2018 23:26:13 GMT -5
Jensen Wilde son of nick and judy
Before he had decided to throw his body down onto his brother’s wiggling-worm form he had noticed it. And what exactly was that “it” he had noticed? Why, it was none other than the Hei-Hei underwear that his brother was very obviously wearing. Now, any good brother here would take one good look at those shiny undies and say something like, “Hey, that’s a bit weird, and I’m not going to question it, but the secret is safe with me”. But if this whole scene with Jensen has proved anything it’s the fact that he’s a terrible brother. Like, incredibly terrible. So he was totally going to take the route of going around school later being all, “Hey, you know my brother? Noah Wilde? Yeah, the weird one. He has special made Hei-Hei underwear and he wishes to take that little bird and just make out with his entire face. That’s totally weird, right? You can totally kinkshame him if you want, he has it coming”. See, Jensen was a terrible brother. He was also going to totally tease the tar right out of his brother as well. Not now, but certainly later. When Noah least expected it. He would get him with the Hei-Hei teases eventually. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not even in this year. It could be next year, or the year after that. Heck, it could be when they were old and crusty at the decaying age of twenty-five. That was it. Jensen would get Noah with it when they were twenty-five. Or, well, when he himself was twenty-five. Noah would be a bit younger. Twenty-four, but that wasn’t important right now. What was important was that when Jensen was twenty-five and Noah was twenty-four Jensen was going to let his brother have it that he knew all about the underwear. He was going to watch his younger brother’s face drain, all the blood just completely gone. He would be as pale as the ghost he was about to turn into before uttering something extremely stupid and that would be it. Noah Wilde would crumble to the ground in a very anticlimactic fashion, take his last breath, and fade away into the dark void of nothingness that was death. And Jensen would laugh about it. He’d get down on his knees, take a long look at his brother, and just laugh. Laugh right on the corpse.
Ya know, maybe he should feel bad about imagining a scenario where he would laugh at his brother’s corpse, but nah, he didn’t. How could he feel bad when he would essentially save his brother from getting any older and even more decrepit than a twenty-four year old would be?
Actually, what if he did tell his brother now? Could he himself even wait until they were that old to kill Noah? See, if he did it now then Noah would never have to reach the age of twenty-four. He wouldn’t even have to be twenty, and twenty was already a pretty ancient age. Wasn’t that when your body started deteriorating and you could feel the flabby old man skin starting to grow on you? Now that was gross enough to send a shiver down Jensen’s spine. Perhaps it would be best for him to mercy kill his brother now while he was still young and would never have to experience the horrors of growing old. Jensen liked to think of himself as an amazing brother. What other sibling would be so generous as to mercy kill their own little brother just so that he would never have to experience the terrible, terrible reality that was aging?
Jensen deserved a medal for all his hard work and sibling dedication.
He also deserved a medal for the best cannonball onto a sibling.
With a huff! Jensen landed right on his brother, laughing all the while as he felt his body make total impact with Noah’s own. It did hurt a little, he had to admit, but he wasn’t fazed and as soon as he had landed he quickly rolled off with fox-rabbit-like reflexes. He made another roll onto the floor until he could reach over and pick up his knife from where it had landed in the floor, got up, dusted off his clothes, and turned to eye his sibling still on the floor. ”Well, this was eventful.” He then turned his attention onto the knife, looked it over for a moment, and then chuckled to himself. ”I’d love to stay and chat some more, dear brother, but I’ve got some people to stab. Or bite. Whichever comes first.” He made his way to the door and opened it up, just about to walk out and shut it behind him when he stopped, peered his head back into the room, and shot the cockiest look ever made by a rabbit-fox at Noah. ”By the way, loved the underwear.” And just like that, Jensen was gone and out to wreak even more havoc upon Auradon Prep.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 31, 2018 1:05:51 GMT -5
Valerie Tara Tweed Daughter of Tod and Vixie
Rustle...rustlerustle...
The leaves of the oak tree by Connie Slade rustled for a moment as if something large was prowling in the branches. It was late September, so while there were some yellow leaves, the old tree still had most of its foliage, making an ambush a little hard for a certain fox girl.
Thankfully, Connie wasn't Val's intended target. Not today, at least.
Rustle...
After a couple of more heartbeats of restless ruffling, a short mop of startling ginger hair emerged from the greenery, and the hound girl was met by a cheeky, sharp-toothed grin and bright orange eyes."Hey! Connie!" Instead of dropping from her perch entirely, Val crouched on the branch, before hooking her feet on the branch and swinging gracefully downwards, until she was hanging upside down. She'd learned the trick from the possums on the nature reserve, and it came in handy for when Val felt like she needed an entrance.
And greeting her childhood best friend always deserved an entrance, really."Ain't you a sight for sore eyes!"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 31, 2018 1:32:23 GMT -5
Rosemarie Estelle Fitzherbert Daughter of Rapunzel and Eugene
"Good morning, Fitz!"
The elder of the two Fitzherbert siblings was greeted by a warm smile and a crown of flowers placed carefully on his head, right up on top of his baseball hat. Rosie had bounced over immediately, as soon as she'd caught sight of Fitz, and it was a lucky thing, too. She'd been looking for him.
Leaning back on her heels, Rosie put her hand on her chin to assess how her newly crowned brother looked. The dark blue flowers sort of blended with his cap, and she wasn't a very big fan of that. It looked too...not bad, but it was missing...something.
Flair.
"Yellow! You need yellow!" That was what he was missing! Yellow would have stood out nicely against his hat. Oof. Better luck next time, she supposed. "Next time, though, it wouldn't be a surprise now if I left and came back with yellow flowers." And that ruined the fun. Instead, her attention went to questioning her much cooler brother, as if flower crowns from her were even a surprise anymore. "It's a nice morning out, right?"
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 31, 2018 1:52:28 GMT -5
Santana "Shiv" Pierce Rowe Son of Shank and Pyro
As they talked (or rather, Jubie talked, Shiv was mostly quiet), the boy kept a careful eye on his dogs. They were better judges of people than he was, at least Kerry and Iggy were. D was still wary of people in general, but he was so much better than when Shiv had first rescued him, capable of being out in public now. A lot of time and patience had gone into his pups, he trusted them.
And Kerry seemed to be giving this girl her seal of approval.
The old pit's stub tail had begun to wag,
"Thanks, uh...he gets cold easy, since he's small. He needs the jacket." Iggy was a small, shivery mass of puppy sometimes, and early mornings in September could be chilly. "Energy sounds cool though, I'd like to meet him." Dogs were certainly the way to start getting the Slaughter Race boy to start opening up, fractionally. Big dogs, small dogs, fluffy dogs, hairless dogs, Shiv loved them all. There was something kind and warm about dogs, and they were way less harsh than most people. "Kerry seems to have taken a liking to you." The old dog had started to nose Jubie's hand for attention.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Dec 31, 2018 2:05:45 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
An excited whoop left the smaller Hamada at her cousin's agreement, and she grabbed his arm to start pulling him along. This may have not been very effective -- Honoka wasn't known for her upper body strength -- but the intent was clear enough that Toshi needed to follow her.
"Which ferret d'you want to race with, To? You can have first pick." After all, despite common belief and factual significance, she was not some sort of mannerless heathen. Her cousin was a guest, so he got first pick when they went and did stuff. "Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you though, even if it's your first one of these races." A grin was shot back to Toshi as they walked, and it was a small miracle that, without looking at it, she hadn't tripped up on the curb of the walkway.
"How're things at school though?" That was another curiosity of hers, how everything was going back at SFIT. Probably a lot more interesting than things were back here at Auradon Prep, that much was for sure.
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