Rise of the Forgotten (Closed to New Members)

"Hey, be nice." Cliff shot back immediately. He was slightly surprised at himself, since Ian wasn't nearly as important to him as Collie. Protecting one over the other, and choosing Ian, was a new thing for him. This was his sister, and Ian wasn't even his boyfriend. The pirate was his friend, sure, but if it came down to it, he would side with Collie in a heartbeat. They both knew where their own allegiances lied, it wasn't a secret in the relationship who each of them were loyal to. So snapping at Collie over her names for Ian wasn't normal, and Cliff didn't exactly like it. 

Still, the words were already there and he couldn't stop them. "That swashbuckling git is the reason I eat enough." Cliff flinched at the admission. He usually didn't talk about his lack of appetite. It was a sore spot for him, since he did it to himself. It wasn't anyone's fault. He was the one who choose to keep his siblings well fed. It was the right thing to do, of course, but no one was making him be this way. If he wanted to be fairly nourished, he would just live with Ian. The pirate wasn't against it by any means, and usually got mad if Cliff left in the middle of the night just so he could get back in the morning for his siblings. 

"Sorry," He pulled back quickly, not wanting to fight with Collie again. It was bad enough already, and he had just gotten her to agree to eat. He couldn't have her running from a fight now. "I'm probably just grumpy myself." Hopefully, no one connected that to the fact that he hadn't been to Ian's in a week now. He had made sure to have something to eat the night before, but it hadn't been nearly enough. Since Collie had gotten back, he had taken the chance to stay with Ian more often. That had died down once he noticed how strange his sister had been acting recently. 

Cliff centered himself in the kitchen and thought about what they had. The beans were almost old, but they were from Montana. That meant Collie was sure to eat them, at the very least. He wasn't sure if it would be enough though, or even what she needed. Vitamin C was important. Maybe some salsa? He was sure that Montana kept them stocked on that. He pretty much kept everyone well fed with salsa. The amount of tomatoes and peppers that kid grew was impressive. Cliff was pretty sure that if the cowboy wasn't in Big Fork, he was in his gardens. There would be weeks that went by without Montana going to class, since he would get so busy with other things. "Alright, Montana's food it is." 

Eddie Radcliffe, Komboa Adebayo, Alicio Bleu Bete, and Akram. Okay well, he was obviously missing someone’s information but there was no rush. Unless you know, this was actually turning out to be a really sick and sadistic day trip for Auradon kids to come to the Isle, witness the awful conditions, and then leave knowing that if they didn’t follow in line with everything the King said, they’d end up here. Why hadn’t anyone thought of that possibility yet?

Not the point, he could be satisfied with four names and 3 pairs of parents for now. Questions could always be asked at other points in times and by all accounts it wasn’t super serious business at any rate.

Not as serious as getting these kids a place to live at any rate.

Farris nodded along with Tana’s words, grinning as the group hopefully realized they wouldn’t actually have to move around all that long. “We can bring you there right now actually, it’s not that far from this current place, if you’re willing to check it out.” Seeing as long as no one from the coven or mafia managed to suddenly pop in and mention any place that they may have to offer, they should hopefully be pretty good at selling this place as the best place to stay.

Shimmy was glad to hear about Ralph. He'd have to pass that information onto Hana when he had a chance. He'd heard stories about Ralph, but he knew it was more important to the Hamadas to know that Ralph and his family were apparently doing okay, since their mother had been a close friend of Ralph's before he was unfairly sent to the Isle. Tia too. He had never been super close to the girl, but he knew that she was a big San Fransokyo citizen, a talented mech wrestler, and a superhero in training that had been sent here unfairly. Again, he had never been CLOSE with her, but some of his friends were.

It was unfair, really, for people like that to be sent to the Isle. Like, Bellonso and his family had MORE of a reason. Not that he deserved it. In fact, Shimmy would destroy anyone that even hinted that his friend deserved the Isle. Ralph didn't deserve the Isle. Tia didn't deserve the Isle. Bellonso didn't deserve the Isle. Still, Shimmy kept his mouth closed about all of that right now. They seemed to have moved on to discussing leadership and Shimmy didn't wanna draw attention to Tia. Obviously people here knew she wasn't native to the Isle, but he still didn't want any reason for unwanted attention on her.

Plus, he had a feeling Hana would punch him if he did anything to get Tia in danger. And Hana could punch hard. He grimaced and rubbed his shoulder in memory of the last time she had punched him.

He finally looked between Billy and Fausto, trying to look like he'd been paying attention instead of thinking of his own stuff. "Pirates are cool!" he said.  

There really wasn't much in the way of food, but TZ understood that. His home had some of the best options for food, and it still got old after a while. He was a very common visitor to Montana's place though. The Slim boy knew how to run a restaurant. That was for sure. And if it was the kind of day when both him and his father were spending a lot of time on their work, TZ would usually run out there to pick up some dinner for them. Those were usually his favorite nights because both him and Doofenshmirtz had plenty to talk about.

He stayed quiet as he let his sister think. TZ was smart, but he was kinda... wanting to not think after all of the thinking he'd been doing in his lab.

If you could call his bedroom a lab.

Which he did. Every bare surface was covered in little projects or blueprints of his. His bed was just a tiny little mattress shoved in the corner because sleep wasn't as important to him as his work. Plus, he was good at sleeping. There were times that his dad would come in and wake him to have him move to bed because he had fallen asleep in his desk chair.

At his sister's idea, TZ's eyes widened. He wasn't a very fast runner at all, but the idea still sounded fun. He could burn some energy and actually be outside. He liked outside, as odd as it seemed for someone that spent so much time inside.

"A nemesis is a special friend though. Like. A girlfriend or boyfriend is a friend but in a special way. A nemesis is a friend in a special way that's different than the way a boyfriend or girlfriend is special," he said. The explanation kinda confused him, but that was fine. Sometimes confusing someone was the best way to win an argument. People that got confused tended to drop the subject, so that was his go to if he knew he was losing. Hertz Doofenshmirtz didn't like to lose. He didn't have many friends, but he tried to hang out with Chester whenever he could so that it wasn't just him on his own all the time. He loved Chester, but was Chester nemesis material?

"But who cares! I'll beat you!" he yelled out the challenge and took off towards Southwark without waiting for a response. Yeah, that could be considered cheating, but who cared about cheating on a place where many people committed worse crimes by the time they were teenagers?  

None of her group had thus far outwardly rejected the suggested plan. She felt a little bad saying that the lack of verbal arguments was surprising to her, but she was grateful about the fact. Which meant that this Ian person was indeed the first leader on the Isle they’d meet.

He started to move and Billy took it as a signal to follow and listen. She understood that blindly trusting him would be a terrible idea, however she understood that if she ignored all information anyone offered her, she’d get nowhere. This was information that was helpful in order to understand how the Isle worked in the first place.

The idea that several groups had formed in the first place and none of them actually ruled over one another was honestly a foreign concept. In Auradon, though there were several kingdoms with different cultures and different ways of running things, by law they bowed their head to Beast as king. On the Isle, there was no such overruling king. There was no such overruling role, just separate groups that lived in what BIlly assumed was peace. Relative peace? She actually couldn’t say in that situation, but Fausto hadn’t spoke of anything like that.

Still, she listened to what he was explaining about the pirate group on the Isle. 4 people that seemed to make up the higher-placed system of the pirate crew. As of the current day, the only guaranteed person she’d meet was going to be Ian. Fausto didn’t seem to believe there should be much to fear about him. The idea of intimidation from Isle kids was something she felt like she should expect on some level, no matter how they show it. Perhaps it was a generalization, but even if they were friendly, the knowledge on who they were raised by would be something that causes a scare in itself.

She would be interested in meeting Sofia and Mair at a later date if neither of them were present when they met with Ian. They sounded interesting based on his small descriptions of them. She was less intrigued to meet this Farris despite the act it would be good to meet with other higher-ups in these groups. She didn’t suppose she could just neatly pass over the question if Farris asked without feeling bad for lying or telling a secret that an Isle kid had no business knowing.

She couldn’t say she was surprised when they stopped at likely the place to find Ian, but she was impressed on just how short the walk actually was. Still, the boat was in… not the best shape from what she was used to. She supposed she should get used to that while she was staying on the island. But the bigger question was how exactly they got the attention of the captain. She didn’t think just… stepping on board was smart or respectful. “How can we get his attention to talk to him now?”

"I'm not crazy enough to tell Collie any theories." The woman would have enough on her plate as is. Aria wasn't about to make that worse by putting terrifying ideas in her mind. Homie's thought process was a prime example on why neither Montana or Collie would find about any thought she had on why the transfers had come over. She shuddered at the thought of her boss killing these poor kids just because Beast sent them here. It wasn't their fault that they came over, as far as any Isle kid knew. It wouldn't be fair to assume the worst. "Don't say things like that, Homie." 

If Collie thought she was just being given more mouths to feed, more responsibility, she would probably lose her mind. Besides which, why couldn't Beast deal with their stupid population himself? At least they had enough food on Auradon. The Slims were the only people who had figured out how to grow on the Isle. Though, Aria was certain that her mom could do the same if she wanted to. 

Unfortunately, the Spring Goddess did not seem interested in growing any food, and it didn't help that she was forced to leave every six months. There wasn't much time for her to garden anyways, so it's not like Aria blamed her at all. 

"This isn't a situation to take advantage of," Aria snapped, glaring slightly. "These are people, Homie. If we can help them, we should." It wasn't the transfers fault that Beast had left them on the Isle to rot. They were just kids, like the rest of them. They were suspicious and out to hurt them, sure, then they could go off. For now, at least, they needed to be given the benefit of the doubt. No one said that you had to trust someone to help them. 

At Kenny's words, Aria ran a hand through her hair, "If we have to stop one of us, we will." She didn't doubt that they could, either. Collie might murder anyone who stepped out of line, Ian would never let it happen and Fern would just make people share a shirt. Fern was weird. At least Jace would stay out of everything. Who knows if the Ferals even knew that this was happening. They were so out of society that Aria wouldn't be surprised if they had no idea.

Fern was really trying to make Mori feel loved and listened to and respected, wasn't she? Even if she missed her dad, she was grateful for the opportunities she had in the Coven. Ian tolerated her, sure, but Fern actually cared about her thoughts and opinions. Mori had never gotten used to it. She wasn't sure how Tait or Del had. She was still just a teenager who wanted attention. 

It didn't help that hearing Mori is right just filled her with absolute pride. 

Obviously her place was off limits, due to her mother. Blackbeard's smithy was too far and too dangerous with all the tools scattered around. There wasn't many people in the town they could trust, either. Except, maybe? "Can we ask Willa? Terragon Tomorrow has everything we would need for potion lessons. Or lessons on spell ingredients." It wasn't as cleared out as the clubhouse was, but it could fit a decent amount of people and they could shove some extra things to the sides to create more space. 

Del was right, too, although Mori wasn't about to say those words out loud while still so mad at her friend. The rest of the Coven would get anxious. Besides, if they had so many transfers, surely one of them would have some sort of magical ability. Maybe they would want to sit in on one of these extra classes and see how Isle kids had to practice magic. It would be a pretty good bonding experience for everyone involved.  

Mori didn't like the idea that the Transfers was their current top priority, though, and looked at Del to see if her friend agreed. It was gross to even have that said out loud. Their top priority should always be each other. The Coven was the most important thing. Not stupid kids who didn't know what they were doing here. They didn't belong, and until they did, Mori was going to look out for her people above anyone else.  

Shimmy was gonna meet pirates! Well, he'd met pirates before, but Auradon was full of goody two shoes everywhere he looked. Even the pirates he'd met couldn't keep up with the Sugar Sins. But these Isle pirates had to be the real deal, didn't they? He eagerly followed along behind Fausto.

Sofia had spotted the transfers from where she was currently perched, trying to get Chase out of his hiding place. Her little brother had ended up angering someone he shouldn't have and now he was in hiding. He wouldn't tell her who he had angered, but it was someone that he was legitimately afraid of. "And I'll deal with you later," she whispered to the cat boy, climbing to her feet when she heard Ian's call.

The Quartermaster made her way slowly to her boss, standing at his side and crossing her arms as she watched the arrival of the Auradon kids. "This is gonna be... interesting." She kept her voice low enough for only Ian to hear.

Sofia liked to think she had better morals than a lot of Isle kids and she would be more than willing to help out the transfers, or at least guide them in the right direction. If it came down to it, she would put the Crew first. She would always choose her people over strangers. But she refused to jump to any conclusions. Sofia loved the Crew. Sure it was her desire to learn more about her magical heritage that drew her to Ebby and learning about the Coven, but this was her home and these were her people.

"Fausto." The cat girl greeted the person she knew first, before turning her gaze to the group he was with. They looked like an interesting bunch, and she was just glad to see that it wasn't a bunch of young princes and princesses just waltzing in to seize control of the gangs. She knew that wouldn't fly with any of the leaders.

Maybe these kids did have a little more brain than she originally expected. 

"Playing nice is exactly what we need to do, Del." Fern was always happy to play nice with others, but even she was a bit on edge at the idea of these transfers infesting their home. Still, she was going to do this with an open mind and just make sure that her people were protected if it came down to it. At Del's next question, Fern nodded. "Why don't you grab your brothers? Ebby can work with you, Ernie with Tait, and Hardy with Mori. I don't know what to expect from these kids so it couldn't hurt for each of you to have an assistant on hand."

After the input from her higher ups, she'd likely have to go home and figure out a plan on her own. She would take their input, of course, but she needed to think it all through.

"I like that idea. I'll talk to Willa tomorrow about at least having potions classes there. However, I don't want to intrude too much on her business, so I'll figure out something for the rest of the lessons."

She looked over the three. "But the most important thing to remember is that the coven will emerge from this situation in one piece and stronger than ever. We don't know what the transfers have up their sleeves, but we're a family." She gave them a smile. "And don't think that this whole situation will mean you're seeing less of me. I'm probably gonna wanna meet with you guys a lot more often to keep updated and strategize, but I'll give you more warning than this spontaneous meeting."