Rise of the Forgotten (Closed to New Members)

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Pip sighed, leaning back in her chair. Not quite as far back as Montana, however. Pip was ready to see the salsa boy fall backwards. It would be funny. It wasn't that she had anything against Montana (well, she didn't like his music), but it would be funny to see anyone tip backwards in their chair like that.

Her eyes flickered away from him when Collie started the meeting. There weren't many people that Pip trusted, but she liked to think that this was one group she could trust. Richard too, back when he was here. She turned her eyes away from his spot, looking back towards Collie as she spoke.

She knew the Auradon kids were here. She hadn't talked to any of them, and she didn't know what to think, but at least she knew they were here.

She stayed silent first, letting Montana speak and then Red.

"Well, I want to vote against country-techno. Slim, you're not a bad dude, but every time I hear your choice of music, I want to rip my ears off," she said. She gave him a slight nod, one meant to show that she didn't mean to offend him with her criticism of his music choice. With how supportive Kenny was of the country-techno, someone needed to speak out against it.

Although, that might be enough to get the Auradon kids back on their boat home.

She looked over at Red, listening to what she had to say as well. "I'm down for a fight. If we play our cards right - and hold off for a bit - we can skip fighting the spoiled brats and take the fight to the people that put us here."

That's when the bitterness entered her voice for a moment. Pip loved a fight. She had nothing against these Auradon kids, but she'd still fight any one of them. It was fun. But if they befriended them, maybe she could punch Beast in his furry little mouth. That would certainly be worth the wait.

She fought for fun. She fought for anger. She fought to relax. Pip just likes to fight. Some people saw her as aggressive and someone to be avoided, but anyone that knew Pip knew that 'fight' was a default suggestion - not necessarily good or bad.

"Either way, I think we should talk to them. Get to them before the other gangs do. That way, if there's any benefits from befriending them, we can get 'em," she pointed out, tapping her fingers against her leg.

The Auradon kids had to be loaded with stuff. Money. Food. Clothes. Medical supplies. No way the princes and princesses of Auradon would send their precious babies unprotected. Pip had seen too many people on the Isle suffer from the horrid conditions they had.

Montana and Red both had good points. Pip was always up for a fight, though she wasn't sure about sending them back injured. That surely wouldn't help the Isle. Montana's idea about getting them drunk wasn't a bad idea. Who knew what they would spill?

When Montana finally did fall, Pip managed not to laugh. "Glad to see you're no less graceful than usual, Slim," she said, but she still made a move to help him. She gave him a hard time - she did with most of her friends - but she loved Montana and Homie and Junior. Kenny was the only Slim that she... could do without. 

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no.

Komboa had no idea how he had even gotten to the Isle. Then somehow he had ended up as one of the second in commands? It all seemed like some dream... or a horrible nightmare that would end in his fiery demise at the hands of someone much more competent than him.

Honestly, the lion boy was a wreck right now. He had no idea how he'd managed to end up in this position, and he seriously doubted his ability to do it well. He'd be letting down Billy and Maggie if that happened, as well as making their jobs harder and that... wasn't fair to them. He was sick. He felt sick. Was he gonna throw up? No, he didn't think so, but he almost wished he would. Maybe then he could tell Billy he was sick and wouldn't be able to go through with this.

But that wouldn't be fair to her.

Komboa forced himself to his feet. He'd been sitting in some corner somewhere, his back against a wall and his knees hugged to his chest. He had shed some tears as well, but now the lion was forcing himself to go to this meeting that Billy had set up. Hopefully whatever she needed to talk about would be simple.

Komboa entered the room where they were supposed to meet. He sat down, giving Billy a shaky smile, and then stared at his knees. Was he sweating? He felt like he was sweating. He wiped at his forehead, glad when she finally spoke and gave him something to focus on.

What do we know?

Not much. That was for sure. Komboa opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He let it fall shut and then cleared his throat. "I, ah, studied what I could before we left. There wasn't much info on the Isle that I could get my hands on, so that, uh, wasn't... really... helpful... sorry." His voice grew softer with each word. He had meant to help, but there really wasn't anything that had helped there. And the small information he could find was likely not 100% accurate. Material like that was biased - probably written to show how Beast was a hero and everyone on the Isle deserves to be in that prison.

At least Komboa would be one of VERY few people that could actually form his own opinion on this.

Not that that was something to focus on right now. His fingers tapped against his knee as he looked from Billy to Maggie and back to Billy. 

Mori nodded, "See, you're logical." Of course he was. She wouldn't be friends with him if he wasn't. Which is why she was currently debating Del's status. Through different lenses, she knew that this would blow over in time. With current context, though, that was a different story. Mori didn't want to forgive her. 

She wasn't surprised that Griffin figured it out rather quickly. It was obvious that the boy was confused, but she hadn't had time to explain the whole context. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to. What if he told her that she was in the wrong? Could he really side with Del instead of her? 

It wasn't something she was willing to test. She was already fighting with one friend today, she didn't need to get into another one within the same hour. That would be a little pathetic. Even still, omitting the truth wasn't her thing. If she was gonna do something, she would be totally open and honest about it. Even if it was pathetic. 

"I called Del a Yeehaw Cowboy." She nervously crossed her arms, not wanting to hear his judgement. Before he count tell her off, she started defending herself. "We always do this sort of thing, though! Half of our relationship was build on being rude to each other. But then she got all offended and called me a thot!" 

The young witch started circling Griffin again, "It's just? My little thing was so harmless! A thot is a really bad name to call a girl! Especially another girl!" She shook her head, fighting off her nerves. The one thing that could make her weak was a friendship. "And yes, I know, what you mean to say doesn't matter if the person takes it another way, blah blah blah, all that wise adult nonsense. But like. My thing wasn't like, derogatory!"

It was just supposed to be a funny joke.