Rise of the Forgotten (Closed to New Members)

Kenny knew there was a line and he knew exactly where that line was. Unfortunately, this little idiot cowboy likes to push the line, especially where his siblings were involved. He would push just enough to annoy, but make sure he didn't cause any serious harm. Luckily, he also knew that there were times when he should stay far, far away from that line and this was one of those times... Especially when Montana's broom could be used as a weapon. He didn't think his fellow triplet would hurt him, but he didn't want to push Montana to a point where the older boy was freaking out more than he currently was.

He caught the mop tossed his way with one hand and nodded. "You got it, boss," he said. When it came to others, Kenny liked to be in charge. When it came to his siblings, he was perfectly happy to let Junior or Montana or Homie take charge. Tonight was Montana's night and Kenny wasn't surprised. Collie had some big orders for the cowboy trio - mainly Montana - to fill.

"Dude, you can focus on the cooking and preparing food," Kenny said, not even looking up from where he was mopping. "I'm sure Clara's willing to help if Collie can spare one of her sisters. I'd help, but... well, Clara is better at cooking. Me and Homie can clean, and I can call in some of my guys to help with the cleaning if needed. I've just got one manning the desk tonight and one on cleaning duty. I'm sure Homie could spare some too...?" he glanced over at his sister as he spoke, hoping she would. He didn't actually care if Montana didn't want to do stuff this way. He was just offering up suggestions that would hopefully allow his brother to chill out.

Which, he had almost confronted Montana with the mop in his hands and told his brother to chill out. He still wanted to, as it looked like Montana would explode any second. It was a gamble, however, and not one Kenny was willing to take right now. Sometimes people needed to be sat down and sternly told to chill. Sometimes it would just upset them further. Kenny couldn't risk that. Hopefully if Montana just focused on cooking - possibly with Clara so he didn't have to do it all one his own - he would calm down. Cleaning was easy. Even Kenny was competent enough at that that he and Homie could get it done with little input from the third slimlet. 

Shimmy was a fighter. It was just an activity he enjoyed, along with dancing and racing. In fact, he was surprised he'd never tried to challenge the rest of the transfers to a fight in his years at Auradon.

He didn't jump at the arrival of the new kid. Instead, he just turned and looked up at him, well aware that the new guy was much taller than him. Or would Shimmy be technically considered the new guy? Well, Shimmy and Raf and Billy and Kassi were the new guys, he supposed. This was this guy's home.

"Fausto, huh? Interesting name. My name is Bonbob Shimmwyn Cometir Malarkey. Son of Swizzle "The Swizz" Malarkey and Crumbelina di Carmello, and Sugar Rush racer of the caramel apple," he introduced himself, unsure of how much of that Fausto actually understood. It had sounded as if they didn't have video games here, which was OUTRAGEOUS. But still. Ralph was here, wasn't he? Vanellope had told them all about her friend and he assumed Ralph had told all the other 'villains' about his game.

He barely seemed to notice Raf, but when he did, he frowned. "Small, but mighty, as with the rest of Sugar Sins. And I don't know if you heard my comment about intimidation, but I will fight if necessary. I'm not gonna start anything 'cause I have a feeling I would get in trouble, but we protect our own over on Auradon."

He had never actually interacted with Raf before today, but he would still fight if the bigger boy felt threatened. Even if they weren't friends they had to have each other's backs in a world like this.  

At Homie's answer, Montana nodded in thanks. He didn't remark on her attempt to calm him down. It wasn't going to work. He was certified Stressed. "Can you start in on dishes? Just, making sure we have enough plates ready. Obviously set aside the best ones for the transfers."

Stupid judgey Auradon kids. If one of them said a bad word about his restaurant, Montana would blow a gasket. It would help absolutely no one, and wreck Collie's plan, but Montana couldn't just sit back and let someone trash his baby like this. 

And yes, Big Fork was his baby. 

At Kenny's unhelpful remarks, Montana got irrationally angry. "I already have people helping. Or do you not trust my judgement calls now? I know what I'm doing, I just need the time, of which we have very little!" Plus, he really didn't need Clara seeing him overreact like this. Especially when her sister's plan was the cause of it. Which, he knew he was overreacting but he couldn't stop himself.

He couldn't see how this could possibly work, but he had already committed to Collie that he could do it. "But sure, Kenny, call your people, and next time something insane like this happens again, we can throw it at your place of business and they can utterly wreck you next time. So can you, for the love of—" 

"Montana! I need help in the kitchen! I think I didn't chop enough tomatoes!" A voice from the back called, in poorly disguised panic. Then it sounded like multiple dishes falling, and a loud shriek followed soon after. Montana was horrified. 

The oldest triplet dropped the broom, which made a fairly loud clattering sound itself, and he rushed into the kitchen, "Aria! Out! Now! Finish sweeping!"

The young Goddess came out of the back, smiling happily, "You're both welcome. Sari will be back soon and hopefully some of her sugary treats will help his attitude." She picked up the broom that Montana had left on the floor and started sweeping without a care in the world. 

Lekan grinned predatorily, "Did you really think he was smart enough to learn his lesson?" Had they really expected it to work last time? The kid was either extremely stupid or weirdly brave. That meant a lot, coming from a teenager with a sophomore education level. Either way, Lekan didn't care. It would be fun to ruin the other kid's day. 

It's not like he could boss Shamakani or Shaka around. They would laugh him out of the Outlands. This was his home, and what they said was law. Well, what Jace said was law, but he didn't like listening to Jace. He could at least stand Shamakani's orders. Less so Shaka's, but the kid was also his age. It would feel weird listening to him. 

"Do you even need to ask?" Lekan questioned before slinking off to one side, to box in the approaching human. The fact that he had to deal with them in general, especially back in Tortuga, was bad enough. But to have one come to his family lands? No, that would not do. They didn't get to invade every part of this island.

The oldest de Vil triplet finally took the knife from her brother, putting it back in its place. Cheri was still quaking in her boots when she refused to even look at to her older sister. Cliff could tell that she didn't want to explain, in fear of more trouble. If the younger girl even found her voice, Cliff assumed that the only thing that could come from her mount was complete gibberish. This wasn't meant to sound insulting, but Cheri really did look that out of it. Cliff wasn't able to explain exactly why the children decided to do this, today of all days, but he wasn't about to let added stress pile on top of Collie. 


One quick look at Collie's face told him that wasn't about to fly. Cheri was screwed. He cleared his throat and caught his little sister's eyes, "Explain what you were doing earlier." 

"I cut myself while I was playing with my knife earlier and then I screamed and I fainted and then Catlee screamed and Charlotte thought I was dead and then I was a zombie??" Cheri took a breath, which Cliff was thankful for since it looked like she was about to cry or faint for the second time today, apparently. The again, this was Cheri and she didn't cry much. "But No Magic, so of course I can't be a zombie and," She held up her hand, showing off the small bandage, "It's not like something so small could kill me anyways, you know?! But then I said—"

She paused before daring to look up at Collie for a split second before cringing, which Cliff took as a very bad sign. "—Well I said that there was no way that you would notice, because you're not around anymore and even when you are around it's not like you're around. But you didn't notice it, Cliff didn't even notice it so it's not like I was wrong!" Cliff cringed again, because that was the wrong thing to say. She was just a child, so she didn't know any better, but that was definitely the wrong thing to release during her word vomit. 

Cliff cleared his throat, "Done?" He asked, for confirmation. He didn't want to interrupt her, but she had taken a longer pause then she had during her entire rant. Cheri nodded, going back to looking at the floor instead of her oldest siblings. She really did not want to be in trouble, and she was obviously going to burn for this. She hurt Cliff, and that was a huge mistake. Cliff looked to Collie before continuing, because this was going to be her thing way more than his. Even though he was the one who was hurt. 

Come in peace. If the entire start of this conversation was an indicator of anything, one might scoff at that. She wanted to scoff at that. By all accounts, sure, they did technically come in peace. Or were trying to. This particular group was not good at it- no, no, distract your mind from that train of thought now. Worrying about the other groups and whether or not they kept the idea of peace present was not a good idea. Especially not when she would consider that some people might be a bit more aggressive. Mmmmmmm. Not a good thought process at all.

Her focus returned when Fausto spoke. “Conditional?” Perhaps she didn’t understand properly, but leaders weren’t often conditional. In reference to Scar being the king under Auradon’s standards yet not that many here agreed? Was there a change in leaders that they had never been informed of? A conditional question. That didn’t make sense.

“We would be grateful if you could lead us to them,” Billy agreed carefully. She didn’t entirely trust him not to lead them to a trap. She was deeply concerned for Raf as well given how he had frozen up. Some part of her told her to take a moment to be human, to care, and to make sure he was alright but- this was something that she had to tread carefully around. Moving towards him a little more, she tried to quietly ask him, “Would you prefer to go and join a different group while you can? I’m sure Maggie could use your help exploring the town.”

She regretted turning away the second she turned back however. Shimmy was- oh boy, he was being Shimmy. She wanted to dig herself a grave and bury her inside. Why? She was ready to intervene and tell Fausto that they were not looking for a fight, no matter what Shimmy might try to start. Did Shimmy not understand that though he could fight people on Auradon and come out the winner, some of these kids may have killed people?

Her attention was shifted towards Fausto too soon though. She could only stare at him, wide eyes and slightly afraid of what could happen now. Did- Did he just make fun of the candy child’s height?

“He’s not going to start anything,” Billy confirmed, snapping her gaze towards Shimmy in a glare. He absolutely would get in trouble. She might need to create a time-out corner in whatever structure Komboa deemed livable enough in. Anyone who started any fights would have to go and sit in there until they learned their lesson. For all Billy knew, everyone would end up there and the trip could be spent in blissful silence until they could all leave.

“A knower, huh?” Billy murmured as Fausto continued. That would explain the lack of aggressiveness in a fight. It didn’t ease her anxiety over the idea there could be a trap in their future, but he made a comment that was more likely to reassure immediate death wasn’t a goal. Albeit, “Dead princes mean dead prisoners,” wasn’t a reassuring phrase. It implied negative feelings that weren’t being acted on for a reason.

It wasn’t possible they already knew why the transfers were there. They barely got there and hadn’t directly discussed it on the boat. They hadn’t crossed the barrier and talked about it yet.

A knower, huh?

Billy already hated the idea of it. They’d have to be constantly vigilante wherever they met up for safety or whenever they met up in their temporary home. To be on watch that that no one was listening in to further their ‘knower-ledge.’

Topic for a later discussion. Who they wanted to see first? “Scar.” Scar, then Yen Sid. She didn’t trust Scar to not be like Beast- to not be okay with the idea that a group of new people on the Isle would go to greet someone before them. Splitting up the groups was already a dangerous consideration there. It was acting as though they own the place already. She wasn’t willing to continue to push boundaries there.

“My father,” Billy did her best not to spit the word in such a public place, ”Has been in contact with Scar to inform him of our eventual arrival. It’s… a request the king has, to greet the leaders of the Isle.” A matter of respect, politics, and diplomacy. She hated it. And then her mind passed to the idea Beast might know Scar didn’t appreciate company. That Scar might even attack if worst comes to worst- Dammit. She really hated this game.

At Billy's question, he took a calming breathe and shook his head. He smiled, barely, but was trying to put on a brave face. "It's okay, Bete. I've got this." He also didn't want to leave them with Facilier. He didn't trust the kid at all. Someone needed to be fully on their guard, and it was going to be him. He turned back towards the conversation and grimaced when he realized what was happening at the same time Billy did. With Kassi's reassurance, he gave her a slight smile of thanks but didn't say anything. 

Raf decided that Shimmy was a true homie. Not only did the little dude not question his presence behind him, but the kid was actively talking about fighting the Facilier kid. Raf was going to give Shimmy some of his mom's food. He earned it, and Raf had a legitimate suitcase full of it. He could share with the small tiny gaming kid trying to keep him safe. If he had more pride, Raf would try to act tough, but again, this was Doctor Facilier's probable son! Raf wasn't about to let his pride overtake his safety. His mother would bring him back to life just to kill him for his own stupidity herself. 

Then Facilier made fun of Shimmy's height and Raf stood up taller, starting to glare. It didn't do much, considering he was obviously shorter than Fausto, but he was taller than Shimmy so the kid wasn't completely alone in this. Besides, this little dude decided to protect him without hesitation. He wasn't going to let some bully sit back and crack jokes at his height.

Billy obviously wasn't happy at the interaction, nor about the threats to fight, but they would do what was necessary.
The Isle boy had mentioned that he didn't want to kill any princes, so that meant Raf was safe, but not all of the people here were princes. Eddie wasn't a prince, neither was Shimmy. No one got to hurt them. Raf crossed his arms. It wasn't his most intimidating pose, but it would do the job. 

This is why Raf was here in the first place, to be an extra body for appearance's sake. At least Facilie seemed to know better than they did, considering he was questioning their ideas. If it meant that they didn't waste time on people no longer in power, Raf was here for it. Even if the information did come from a scheming shadow-creature. Seriously, why was no one talking about how creepy this kid was? Raf couldn't really explain it, but he was getting bad vibes. 

The Princess was obviously sticking to her decision, but Raf wasn't sold on it. Facilier could be playing them, but he also knew the politics here more than anyone on Auradon. Raf turned, looking towards the other groups and a smile grew. "Tana?" He said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. At least one group would have a trustworthy advisor. Well, so long as she didn't go to a group with a Bete in it. 

When Kassi spoke up, Raf came back to the conversation. He was happy that someone had insider information about the Isle that he could trust. It was clear that there were other power dynamics at play, which means Facilier hadn't omitted anything about that, at the very least. Well, he hadn't so far. When the other man made it clear he had heard Billy's offer, Raf gave him a predatory grin, "I'm fine where I am." He refused to let Facilier hurt these people.

Make friends and explore. That was a nice, simple task all and all. But Silver had to say, there was no way that the other teams would have created nearly as much as a surge of glee than this did.

Making friends. Literally his own little personal purpose for being here. Talk to people, figure them out, find reliable people that could lend them a hand. Maybe not too much of a hand, but something to get them started and on their feet here. Continue on with their stay as they kept up to date with the people here. Genuinely, what could be better than doing this. Silver loved making friends! He was hoping the kids here were just as open to friendship as he was.

“No questions here, miss,” Silver replied with a lazy grin, rocking on his heels as he kept up with the group. Exploring the city. It already looked to be an interesting place. Kinda dreary, but in all fairness he blamed the weather and an unfortunate lack of paint here. Sure, broken boards and crumbling concrete wasn’t exactly something that scream happy-world, but Silver found the kind of thing endearing. He really was most willing to blame the weather.

It was like when Beast created this place, he told Fairy Godmother to block out the sun and sky with storm clouds a plenty. Which was a massive shame. He could think of like five people he knew at least that would easily fall depressed staying here just because of that. Then there was the matter of it feeling like it could rain at any moment- the smell was in the air and it was prepared to come back. It really said something about the way these kids were living. The broken boards and crumbling concrete he initially found endearing was sort of crushed as he realized these kids likely had to deal with damp rooms and soggy interiors. Not fun.

But he was curious and excited for whomever they stumbled across first. Or whoever found them first.

Aria nodded at Homie with a smile, happy to help. She had been around Montana since he had gotten back from the meeting in the panic. He had been like this the entire time, and she didn't think it was fair for him to treat his fellow triplets like this just because he was worried about the transfers. Their opinion didn't matter, and it was upsetting to see Montana freaking out so much. 

Besides which, she didn't like seeing him yell at Kenny. 

The young goddess looked towards the kitchen and sighed. She didn't want to see Montana so stressed out, and it was harming his relationship with his family. If this was the kind of reaction the transfers caused from her boss, she didn't want any part of them. "He's letting a fear of judgement get him twisted into a thousand knots." She shook her head, just glad he got to go chill out in the kitchen without any others around. It was his happy place, so he should be able to destress and come out normal after cooking. 

At least, that's what Aria was hoping for. 

She put down the broom and crossed her arms, "I don't trust them. I can't find it in my heart to trust them. They're not here for some spectacular adventure. No one visits the landfill for fun, Kenny." Aria's voice was stable, but sad. She didn't like trashing her home like that, but it was the truth. No one on the Isle could deny how far deep into poverty they all were. Southwark was lucky, to have the Slims.

"But I also can't mark them as evil. They're kids, just like us. They have no choice in what Beast wants." Aria bit her lip, moving her gaze to Kenny. She straightened her posture, letting her confidence grow as she spoke as not to sound so emotional about the topic at hand. "I want to hope for the best but prepare for the worst."

Which was also why she was glad that Sari was coming with treats. Montana usually didn't partake since he wanted the fruits to go to kids who needed food, so getting a cupcake shoved into his mouth was the perfect way to distract him from the possible judgement coming from the Auradon kids. 

Shimmy was proud of Raf for standing his ground. He was more focused on that situation than whatever Billy and Kassi and Fausto were discussing. Yeah, sure, their mission to find the leader of the Isle was important. Shimmy would admit to that, but Raf's safety and comfort was just as important! Maybe it was the fact that the Sugar Rush kids were literally a pack of semi feral six year olds with a, well, sugar rush, but Shimmy had grown up in a place where they valued each other's safety and comfort.

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Fausto's remark about his height, but it wasn't the most intimidating look. He was short, had a rounded baby-like face, next to no muscle, and his whole appearance was themed around caramel apples from his eyes (one green and one brown) to his clothes (brown shirt and green pants).

"Well, Mr. Bigtalk, I'll have you know that I am not a prince. I wasn't taught to be polite and have manners. I was taught to avoid the filters and censorship of an E rated game. I can and will fight." He moved in closer - as close as he safely could - "And a little brown and green demon will haunt your nightmares for the rest of your life."

He resisted the urge to punch this kid because they hadn't even been off the boat for an hour, and Shimmy kinda wanted to stay on Billy's good side. "And even more importantly, I'll have you know that I am considered tall where I come from. Me, Honeste, and Creameo are the tallest of the game besides Peppevieve and Bellonso." He knew the names would mean nothing to this kid, but maybe the odd names would confuse him. Honestly, he didn't even know if Raf and Billy knew who Honeste, Creameo, Peppevieve, and Bellonso were. Kassi might because of where she came from, but mostly they were just known as "those half feral video game kids" instead of their actual names.

He knew he was out of line right now, but he had justifications. There was Raf. There was his height. When you were as small and unintimidating as he was, your actions and words needed to make up for it. He would just... make up for it by not threatening to fight Scar.

He had a feeling that was one fight he wouldn't win.  

Hana wasn't the best at making friends. She was quieter than most of her Sugar Rush companions, but she wasn't... unfriendly or untrusting or anything. Wasn't part of this whole idea to get herself out of her shell a bit? Yeah, so making friends would be good for her. Plus, she really wanted to see Tia again and meet Ralph. She'd bring that up to Maggie once they got moving. It wasn't that she thought Tia would be important to... well anyone here besides her, but having connections on the Isle was good right? As long as Tia wasn't dead or bitter, she would likely be a huge help to them.

For now, she just nodded at what Maggie said. "And if there's anything important we learn or anything that we learn would be good to have sent over here for us, I'll be calling Alexander again tonight," she said. She knew she had an important job. Maybe not as important as Billy or Maggie or Komboa or Mac or Akram, but she had to be at least as important as Eddie, didn't she? He was important. She didn't want to make it seem like the other boy wasn't important, but she just felt that the two of them were sorta below the leaders and the ones responsible for not letting any of them die. More important than the ones that were just sent as bodies, right? Not that they weren't important either.

It was a complex mess, but basically they were all very important in her mind.

She was just extremely excited to get to see the Isle. The lack of technology was already starting to get to her - with the phone being her lifeline to some tech, but there was still so much to learn. And as one of the Science Kids of Auradon, she was very excited to learn.