Walking through Port Kisiwa served as a great reminder for Falala why she preferred staying on the islands. Beating up Kakamora was much more entertaining than watching people squabble with goblins and argue amongst themselves.
Falala paused for a second as she ran a finger along a crate stashed nearby, brow raised as her cat like eyes landed on the smudge of dust and dirt collecting on her finger.
At least the islands didn’t come with goblin germs.
Dusting off her hands, the pirate girl continued through the bustling streets of Kisiwa, stopping outside a small booth held up by a worn down blue and red tent. ”Pixiedust, you here?” She asked, leaning over to peer inside the tent.
Just then a bump came from underneath the table in front of the tent, followed by a quick “owe” before finally a rather short girl with vibrant, curly red hair poked up from underneath, her hair barely kept out of her eyes by a bandana wrapped around her forehead. ”Hey there La, whatcha doing out here at the port? Aren’t you stationed on Pakakucha?” Jordan asked, resting her elbows against her table as her head tilted to the side. ”Or no wait...was it Kisasi Mkoa? I can barely tell the two apart,” she continued with an all too casual shrug of her shoulders and a wave of her hand.
”Kisasi Mkoa, and while you’re right and I’d usually be rolling kakamora heads right now, we’re...running low on supplies-” she replied with ease, gesturing her head back towards Nyo and Chikodi who were trying to balance a rather large crate between the two of them. ”Don’t worry, I’m not here for long, I’m just looking for something and you keep all the exotic stuff here-“ or at least as much as she could get her hands on, Jordan was known to rifle through the shipments they got from Auradon, searching for the most unique items thrown away for her collection, often selling them to the biggest buyer before it could even leave Port Kisiwa.
It was...less honorable than fending off the threat of kakamora, but each to their own.
Instantly Jordan’s eyes brightened as she leaned across the table, cupping her face in her hands. ”Ooooooh, you looking for something special? I bet I’ve got it here, what are you looking for? Is it something to fight those coconut heads with? Is it a gift for a special someone?” Jordan gasped, flapping her hands in excitement. ”Falala, do you have a special someone? Why is this the first I’m hearing of this?” She questioned eagerly.
Falala rolled her eyes, pushing Jordan back to her side of the table. ”Calm down there, Pixiedust, I do not have a special someone,” she retorted dryly and instantly the pixie pirate deflated, slouching against the table. ”Actually I’m here for...for this thing I heard about from those Auradon drop outs, you know the ones,” she explained, glancing around for a moment before pulling up a crate to sit on. ”I heard them trying to sell this thing called...pepper spray?” She started hesitantly, giving a helpless gesture of her hands. ”It’s...It’s a weapon, I think, I wasn’t going to buy it from them though, I don’t trust them after that girl sold me a faulty slingshot awhile back, but...I was thinking having a new type of weapon might be useful, thought I’d check with you first,” she explained, leaning back slightly.
Jordan tipped her head to the side, letting out a thoughtful “hum” as she tapped her fingers against the table. ”What does this pepper spray do, exactly?” She questioned.
Falala fidgeted slightly, giving a small shrug in response. ”I’m not actually sure, I think its supposed to spray some kind of smell?” She guessed. Honestly when she had heard those scammers talk about it, she hadn’t gotten the specifics or else they’d somehow snooker her into buying it instead and that was not what she wanted.
Jordan’s eyes lit up at the explanation. ”Ohhh! You mean peppermint spray!” She said, instantly ducking back down to rifle through her stuff, however it wasn’t long before she had popped back up holding a small pink bottle made out of some sort of glass like substance with liquid inside. ”See, smell,” she ordered, holding down on a small, squishy looking thing attached to the bottle.
Instantly some sort of mist sprayed out of it and hit Falala right in the face, smelling very strongly of peppermint.
”That...that’s actually quite nice, how is this a weapon?” She questioned, taking the bottle in her hands to look it over.
Jordan shrugged in response. ”I dunno, maybe the kakamora really hate peppermint? Like bugs do,” she suggested casually.
Falala observed the bottle a little longer, thinking it over.
That would make sense, maybe it worked as a sort of bug spray against the kakamora, if anything it was worth a try. ”Alright, I’ll buy it,” she decided as she stood up, pulling out a small pouch of money to pay for the item.
After paying for the item, she wished Jordan a quick farewell and turned around to get Nyo and Chikodi so they could leave and report back to Talanoa when she heard some sort of commotion going on not far off with a goblin and a couple of the port guards.
Furrowing her brow, Falala pocketed the peppermint weapon in her satchel and walked over, watching as Cheesy tackled a goblin down after it tried to make a break for it right out of the port.
”What’s going on here?” She questioned, looking over the display.
Tafari - who had walked over about the same time - looked over at her and shrugged. ”This goblin was making a break for it, we’re not supposed to let them do that, they’re full of diseases and they’re pests,” he explained without giving Falala a second glance as he knelt down to stare at the pathetic looking dock goblin that Cheesy had pinned down. ”Now, what are you doing trying to escape the port?” He asked.
The goblin at least seemed to understand him and responded in hurried, frantic gibberish.
Tafari gave a tart laugh in response. ”You expect me to believe that? What were you really doing?” He questioned.
Falala raised her brow. ”Wait, what did he say?” She asked, looking from Tafari to the goblin.
Letting out a low growl of disbelief, Tafari responded without looking back to Falala. ”He claims he has a letter for Scar...from Auradon,” he explained and as soon as he finished the goblin let out another frantic squabble of gibberish.
Tafari looked the creature over, clear disbelief flickering in his eyes. ”Oh really? Where is it then? Where’s this supposed letter from Auradon?” He questioned, watching as the goblin fidgeted underneath Cheesy’s grip, pulling out easily the nicest envelope that Falala had ever seen.
Tafari paused for a second at the sight of it before finally ripped it out of the goblin’s hands and standing up to look it over.
Falala leaned over to get a better look as well.
The envelope was as white as snow, smelling of roses and right in the middle was the stamp of the king plastered across it.
Tafari looked from the letter to the goblin. ”How do we know this isn’t a fake?” He questioned and once again the goblin squealed out its answer. ”...That’s a good point, no goblin could do this and theres nothing this nice on the Isle at all,” he agreed and glanced towards Falala. ”...I think it might be official,” he confessed.
Falala’s eyes trailed down to the letter in Tafari’s hands.
A letter from Auradon and not only that, but from the king himself.
Whatever it was, it must be important.
”We need to get this to San, pronto,” Falala stated, extending her hand outwards for the letter. ”I can take it to her, she’s on the ship right now and I had to check in there anyways,” she explained casually.
Tafari didn’t give her the letter like she had hoped, instead he placed it inside a pocket inside his jacket. ”I’m coming with you,” he explained and Falala nodded in response, that was fair enough.
Just then more gibberish squealing could be heard from the poor goblin still pinned to the ground.
Tafari sighed and rolled his eyes. ”Alright fine, I guess you can get up now, let him go Cheesy,” he ordered and instantly the other hyena rolled off him, allowing the goblin to get up and walk slowly back towards the cargo ship where all the other goblins were huddled over.
Once that was taken care of, Tafari looked back to Falala and sent he a nod. ”Alright lets go, we can take my motor ship, it fits two and its faster,” he explained, already heading off.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2020 15:47:41 GMT -5
daughter of scar and outsider
- - The Isle Majisifu
Princess of the Isle of the Lost. Captain of the Roguegulf pirate crew. Alleged eater of a hundred and more Kakamora.
All of that made her sound incredibly cool, like some kind of sharpened, battle scarred warrior with the power to control every living person on the Isle with just a shout of her voice. Describing her like that made her sound vicious and bloodthirsty, a lioness who would go in for the kill without any hesitation. It made her sound like somebody who was always alert and ever watching of her people, that she knew every little coming and going from Roguegulf all the way to Blackwick. Those titles made her sound larger than life, like she was the saving grace of thousands upon thousands of Isle kids and at any sight of her the Isle inhabitants would break out in song and smiles and praise her like the people of old would praise the sun. Made her sound like some sort of goddess, didn’t it? Heh, her, a goddess, now that was something. ...Or was it? Lapis was always going on about how a snake would eat the sun and since San was captain she was clearly the snake that ate the sun and plunged the world into eternal chaos. Maybe she already was some sort of goddess and she had yet to unlock her powers. Which, they wouldn’t be unlocked considering she was stuck on a magicless rock because some dumb overly hairy man decided magic was bad for villains to have. Well he was the villain for taking away San’s rightful magic. And yeah, sure, he was the villain for a lot of other reasons but the main reason was because he took her magic and now she was never going to figure out what kind of magic she even had. Probably would have been something cool like fire unless fate wanted to laugh at her and assigned her ice or something. That would be gross.
Anyway, back to the original point behind all of this.
Sanura Negasi. Rightful heir to the Isle throne. Crew captain of pirates. Consumer of coconut people pests. Somebody with titles such as those should be out doing something to give substance to those titles, should be out going around and checking on what was happening in Roguegulf before taking off to Pakakucha or Kisasi Mkoa again, but instead of doing any of that the lioness was doing something rather unproductive and lazy.
Currently she was sprawled out on top of one of the many crates that was scattered around the deck of the ship. She was practically a cat bathing in the sun except for there was no sun. It was cloudy, but what else was there to expect? Every day the sky was covered in dark clouds, sometimes lighter than other days, but typically just dark enough to shroud the land in a dusky tint. Today, though, wasn’t too dark, but dark enough to curl up on a crate and take a long cat nap. Sure, San should be doing anything but lazing about and napping, but everybody should know by now that a lion was most active during the night. If she had to get something done during the day she would, but beyond that she was rather lazy for a gang leader during the day. Unless something popped up that needed her attention she would stay here and continue her nap. No need to get up from a comfortable spot for no reason, and if she left now who was to say somebody wouldn’t come up and steal her spot? Sure, there were other crates she could rest on, but this was her crate, her spot. She didn’t want to risk losing it if she didn’t have to.
The ride to the crew’s main ship: Majisifu had only taken about ten minutes, however it had been ten minutes that Falala hoped never to repeat again.
White-blonde hair that was usually loose and straight - except for a bandana covering her forehead - now stood up in just about every direction, much like a cat’s fur did when they were angry or startled, and boy did those two words fit her.
Still gripping onto her seat, Falala didn’t make a move even as the motor to the ship came to a humming stop and Tafari put it in park.
The hyena paused for a second, glancing back towards Falala with a rather smug grin plastered across his face. ”What’s the matter, Falala? Cat got your tongue?” He asked and instantly burst out into gleeful, annoying laughter which sounded exactly like what Falala would’ve expected from a hyena like himself.
She tried to speak up, intending to give some sort of snarky retort back to her fellow crew member, however - ironically - she couldn’t seem to speak and instead settled for glaring at the canine in front of her.
This only seemed to rile him up more as Tafari let out another chortle of laugh, standing up and hopping down from his chaotic little motor bike. ”What’s the matter? Don’t like my driving? Ah come on, I even went slow this time!” He told her, still grinning from ear to ear.
Falala finally managed to unhook her nails from the seat. ”You drove like a madman, you nearly hit into our already worn out building on multiple occasions and when I told you to go around the orc and his cart, you said ‘trust me, it’ll be fun’ and drove over it instead-“ Falala started, bringing her hands up to try and brush her hair back down to normal.
Tafari rolled his eyes, suddenly seemingly annoyed rather than amused by her behavior. ”Lighten up, La, it was fun! Besides, nobody got hurt,” he reminded her all too casually and Falala raised her brow, sending him a look.
”We knocked the orc unconscious and probably killed him.”
”Sorry, lemme correct that then, nobody important got hurt,” Tafari snarked right back with a huff of breath and a roll of his eyes.
Falala frowned, folding her arms.
Nobody important indeed.
She might not like orcs much, and heaven knows what one was doing so far away from orc town in the first place, but orcs were vengeful creatures, if they weren’t careful they were going to plunge the crew - and all of Roguegulf for that matter - into a feud with the orcs, and as they were already at war with the Kakamora, getting into trouble with the orcs was the last thing they should be doing right now, lord knows they didn’t need even more casualties.
Watching as Tafari made his way to the docks up the ship, Falala’s frown deepened. Of course Tafari wouldn’t understand that though, he was a Port guard, where all they had to worry about were the goblins. He hadn’t seen the kind of coconut bloodshed that Falala had every day on Kisasi Mkoa.
Grumbling to herself, Falala hurried after him, quickly catching up and shoving her way into the front. ”Come on, let’s just get this to San before you nearly kill someone else,” she said and hurried inside the ship.
Now, Majisifu was a fairly big ship, with a couple different rooms to host the various crew members that had nowhere else to go, specifically the ones that were neither port nor island guard, however San was the captain, and chances were, she was in the Capitan’s Quarters.
So, marching across the deck of the ship, Falala stopped only once she stood in front of the Captain’s Quarters and quickly knocked, clearing her throat and side-eying Tafari as he came to stand next to her. ”Captain Negasi? Are you in there? Akinyemi and I are here and uh...we have something I think you’ll want to see,” she explained, calling out to the captain and hoping that if anything else, she was in fact in her quarters.
That’s when Tafari gently tapped her shoulder. ”Uh, La, might wanna turn around.”
Annoyed, Falala did what she had been instructed to do and turned around, glaring at Tafari. ”What?” She snapped. ”What could possibly be more important than telling the capt-“ she cut herself off as her eyes followed along to where Tafari was pointing, finally spotting what he was so worked up about.
There, not too far off, sprawled out on one of the many crates the deck of the ship hosted was the captain herself. Falala must’ve missed her earlier in her fury to get to the quarters first.
Quickly, her face went warm with embarrassment, heat rushing to her cheeks in waves, and she could practically feel Tafari about to burst into another one of those classic hyena laughs.
Face flushing, Falala held up a finger to stop the upcoming laugh in it’s tracks. ”Don't even think about, Tafari,” she told him in a low growl before stalking off towards the crate Sanura was on, Tafari following her with a small chuckle falling from his lips.
Honestly at this point, Falala was really beginning to wish she hadn’t offered to come along, she could’ve spared herself heaps of embarrassment if she had only stayed in Port Kisiwa a little longer.
Reaching the captain, Falala once again cleared her throat, about to speak up when Tafari beat her to it.
”Hey Cap,” he started and Falala sent him a glare. ”I have something you might want to see,” he continued and without offering any further explanation, Tafari reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the pristine white envelope that somehow, still smelled of roses despite being tucked away in Tafari’s smelly jacket.
Pausing for a moment with the letter in hand, Tafari looked it over one last time before holding it out for Sanura to take while both Tafari and Falala stood waiting in anticipation.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 28, 2020 22:16:03 GMT -5
daughter of scar and outsider
- - The Isle Majisifu, Roguegulf
As the captain of a gang it would probably be in the best interest for everybody that San was alert and aware of the comings and goings that happened within Roguegulf’s borders at all times, but that wasn’t the case right now. If anything she was being a true lion, and not the bold, proud, and fierce kind of lion, but the lazy and unaware kind of lion. The kind of lion that stretched out underneath the shade of a baobab tree and slept throughout the hottest part of the day. The kind of lion that wasn’t all that useful, especially for tasks that involved a lot of energy. She could jump into action at any given time if needed, but she much preferred being left to her nap if at all possible. As long as nothing happened she could very easily nap the day away. It wasn’t an unheard of feat of hers, either. She had gone days in where she would stretch out on a crate and just sleep throughout the entire day. The day just wasn’t a very exciting thing for the lioness. Nighttime was where it was at. That was when she felt the energy to prowl around and actually do something. It was under the cover of darkness that she would come alive and see to it that what she needed to do was done. Perhaps she was lazy during the day, but it was a totally different story once the sun went down. Or, well, the sun couldn’t actually go down considering this was the Isle and all, but the point remained all the same - when the night came, Sanura made her presence known.
But of course, it was only the daytime, which meant the pirate captain was lost in her own little world of comfort and naps. She was as comfortable as could be while in that half state of being awake but also dreaming. Half aware of what was going on and half lost in her own world, it was a bit hard to distinguish what was reality and what was just a figment of her imagination. That was the reason for her being so slow to respond to the sound of approaching footsteps. At first it seemed like a noise her dreaming mind has conjured up, something that was just as fake as the Isle getting sunlight. The voice that followed the footsteps was thought to be part of a dream as well, or it was at first.
It wasn’t long until the daughter of Scar was roused just enough to realize that somebody was trying to get her attention. Lazily she peered open her eyes and blinked a few times, the world fuzzy for a good moment before things adjusted and became sharp and clear for her. As soon as they did San was greeted by the sight of Tafari and Falala. She cocked her head to the side all the while pulling herself up in a stretch. She still felt the numbness of being lazy, but it was quickly turning into a buzz of curious energy, and she had to figure out why the two were here. San made sure to be on friendly terms with all of her crew, to be one big family, and while any of them could pull her away from a nap, most had the common courtesy to leave her be unless it was something truly important. And while Tafari didn’t signal anything to be concerned about, it was Falala’s presence that told San this was a matter she couldn’t push to the side until later. Whatever this was it had to be dealt with now.
”What is it?” Came the lioness’s response. Her green-yellow eyes glanced toward the envelope. Now San had seen tons of envelopes before. She had seen her dad deal with all kinds of envelopes from Isle adults that lived too far to come out and actually talk to him in person but still wanted to say something. Most of the time they were pieces of paper, or whatever could be found to write on, that had been wasted for the sake of a dumb request or something else along those lines, so San was practically an expert at figuring out a dumb piece of paper that would only waste her time. But this particular piece of paper seemed way fancier than anything she had seen before, and the moment she took it from Tafari she was hit with an overpowering scent of something she didn’t quite like, causing her nose to scrunch up and a faint hiss to roll off her tongue. ”Where did this come from?” She asked, clearly intrigued by how fancy it seemed. The thought of it coming straight from Auradon had yet to cross her mind. Of course, she didn’t wait long enough for an answer before she started tearing into the envelope, revealing a letter that was just as fancy and reeked just as bad as the envelope it had been encased in.
As if she knew what she was doing, San glanced down at the piece of paper once she had unfolded it all the way, eyes narrowed and locked in concentration as if she could decipher every single word written down. A good portion of it was covered in written words, all fancy looking with swirls and grand embellishments that reminded San of one family in particular. ”Is this from the Grimhildes?” She stuck the paper out toward Tafari and Falala, waving it like a child would to get their parents’ attention. ”Can either of you read?” It was a sad fact that the very captain of the pirate gang couldn’t read, and to be honest there was only a select handful of people in the crew that even could read. San had no idea of Falala or Tafari could read - she would bet on Falala being the more literate between the two - but it was worth asking just in case they could.
As Captain Sanura took the letter from them, both Tafari and Falala looked at her with a certain kind of expectancy in their eyes, each getting a little more excited with each passing breath as San read over the letter from Auradon, eager to find out what if read and just what it would mean for the Isle.
That’s when reality came back to them as their fearless leader waved the letter around, asking someone to read it.
Falala’s shoulders sagged as she realized that much like most of the crew, San also couldn’t read. Maybe it was something that she has already known deep down, but she had gotten so caught up in the moment that it had completely slipped her mind.
...Or actually no, she should be honest here. Falala didn’t actually know that San couldn’t read, she didn’t spend that kind of time with the lioness captain and simply hadn’t figured it out, plus part of her had always thought that if anyone in Roguegulf could read, it would be their fearless leader.
After all, Hal could read. Falala knew that much, and he was the first mate...though.
Falala briefly paused to glance off the docks towards the direction of Port Kisiwa.
It had been awhile since she had seen Hal. The Hook boy had made himself sparse ever since Smee died.
Maybe whatever was in this letter would help bring him back to the crew.
Turning her attention back to San, Falala cleared her throat lightly and held out to take the letter from San. ”Right, um, sorry, I forgot that you couldn’t read,” she admitted a little sheepishly, though she tried to be polite about it.
Tafari raised his brow as he looked at her, though Falala tried to ignore his piercing yellow gaze burning into the side of her skull as she unfolded the letter and looked it over, eyes scanning over the words as she tried to make sense of them.
Now, Falala couldn’t read either, but maybe some kind of miracle would happen and she would magically understand what the letter said.
Even if it all just looked like gibberish to her.
”Can you read, La?” Tafari spoke up, a certain hint of accusation hidden within his voice, as if he knew that she was completely faking it right then and there.
Falala sputtered slightly, still holding on to the letter. ”Well I uh um-“ She couldn’t come up with something to say. It would be a bad idea to lie right now since then she would be expected to read the letter and that was something she literally couldn’t do, but she also didn’t want to give the hyena-dog the satisfaction of being right.
However, Tafari seemed to take her sloppy answer as a no and with that signature hyena laugh, took the letter from her and grinned. ”Knew it, what, they don’t teach you how to read out on those islands huh?” he asked and waved the letter around slightly.
Falala glared at him in return. ”I’m sorry if I have better things to do with my time than figure out how to read,” she retorted with a huff. ”Like protecting the crew from kakamora,” she added, folding her arms.
Now maybe she shouldn’t act like this in front of her captain, but Tafari had gotten to her and she couldn’t just let him win.
”Besides, I doubt you know how to read,” she continued, glaring over at Tafari, who gave a casual shrug in return.
Tafari laughed, waving the letter just out of reach. ”I never claimed to know how to read,” he told her simply and Falala was about to give some sort of smug retort about it when he paused, a sly, devious grin creeping up his face. ”But-“ He started, lifting a finger to silence her. ”I know a couple guys that can,” he explained and smirked, turning his attention back to Sanura as he placed a hand on his hip.
”What’d’ya say, cap’tain? Ready for a little adventure?”
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 29, 2020 11:11:27 GMT -5
daughter of scar and outsider
- - The Isle Majisifu, Roguegulf
With her position as both a gang leader and the Isle princess, it would have been a very good idea to learn how to read. Scar had tried reaching her on different occasions when she had been younger, but none of his attempts had worked. It probably didn’t look good on him that he could successfully murder his brother but not teach his own daughter to read. Then again, Scar wasn’t exactly the best reader out there either. He knew enough to get him by and to correspond through letters with any of the other more important adults on the Isle, but he certainly wasn’t a well read or well literate guy. Zira also helped where she could in the reading department, but she was on about the same level as Scar. Together they made it work and were able to get by, but San on the other hand had no idea where to even start when it came to reading. It would be useful in this situation, but how many other situations would call for reading? Beating up Kakamora and checking over all the trash Auradon sent didn’t require reading and that was mostly what San did. There were a few times when she helped her dad out on official royal duty, but even then there wasn’t much, if any, reading involved there either.
Overall, reading was kinda useless. Except for right now, but San didn’t think the letter could be too important. It was probably just something from the Grimhilde judging by how fancy and official it looked. The lioness didn’t know what the Grimhildes had planned that was so important they sent a letter all the way to Roguegulf, but the family was extra enough to reasonably do something like this. Maybe they were celebrating their five hundredth sibling or something like that. Had Evil Queen been pregnant recently? Probably, there seemed to always be talk of a new Grimhilde. But why was this one getting some kind of party, assuming that’s what this letter was for? Eh, San wouldn’t question it too much. She would want to throw a party for a new Negasi addition so she didn’t blame the Grimhildes one bit.
A mrrr of amusement rolled off San’s tongue as she listened to Tafari and Falala go on about not being able to read. ”Reading’s dumb anyway, nobody really uses it. If you have something important to say just say it, writing it down doesn’t make sense.” If the Grimhildes wanted to invite the Crew to this potential party then they very easily could have sent somebody to invite them in person. It was a rather long train ride from Blackwick to Roguegulf, but San was pretty relaxed when it came to outsiders in her territory. If the messenger wanted to stick around for a few days and explore what the lion dominated land had to offer then they could and San wouldn’t have a single problem with that.
As soon as adventure was brought up, San sat up straighter, her interest clearly piqued. ”You should know I’m always ready for an adventure,” she responded as a mischievous, toothy grin pulled at her lips. She slid off the crate she had been napping on earlier and looked both Tafari and Falala over. ”Well, let’s get going.” San was curious about this letter and even more curious about this adventure, she didn’t want to waste anymore time just hanging around here.
As soon as Sanura gave them the go ahead, they were off to go find whoever it was that Tafari knew, someone on Roguegulf who could actually read.
This outta be interesting.
The next thing Falala knew, the three of them were standing outside a tall, decently built tower near the edge of Roguegulf, directly under Kakamora Lane and not too far away from Ursula’s fish and chips.
They were at Hyena Tower.
One of the three towers in Roguegulf that worked as over glorified clubhouses to a select kind of group. For instance: Hyenas.
Falala made a face, what little hope she had in Tafari quickly vanishing the instant her eyes were set on the tower in front of them.
Hyenas weren’t exactly the smartest bunch out there, and while Falala didn’t usually question the intelligence of her fellow crew mates, she highly doubted that any hyena could read. It wasn’t in their nature. Asking a hyena to read was like asking a rock to be a liquid. It just didn’t happen.
Besides, if their captain couldn’t read, Falala seriously doubted anyone here could. ”Tafari, this is serious, we don’t have time to goof around with hyenas-“ Falala started, getting cut off as Tafari lifted a finger to silence her.
”Upupupup! Please keep all condescending comments to yourself until the end of our tour, thank you,” He told her quickly and started towards the tower, waving at one of the hyenas that was lazily sprawled across a rock underneath the tower.
Falala recognized her as Alfajiri, otherwise known as Alpha. She didn’t interact with the hyena that often, but from what she could tell, Alpha was one of the few hyenas you could actually take seriously.
Falala could maybe even understand it if she could read.
Following Tafari, Falala paused as soon as he stopped, watching as Tafari leaned over to Alpha and looked left and then right, as if someone might be watching and then he whispered to her, just loud enough for her to here. ”We’re looking for...The Reader,” he whispered out to her and Alpha’s eyes instantly widened.
It was a pretty big deal for anybody on Roguegulf to actually need someone to read something for them, since they just didn’t really need written words very often, but even still, Falala couldn’t help but think that the reaction was a little over kill.
However, as soon as Tafari has said those words, Alpha instantly jumped into action, grabbing hold of some sort of lever and pulling it.
Falala watched as a small wooden platform lowered from the tower, landing at their feet. ”She’s up there,” Alpha said with ease and Tafari quickly thanked her, stepping onto the platform.
Falala made a move to follow, however just as she placed half her foot on her platform, Alpha let out a low growl which made Falala back up.
Tafari paused and sent Alpha a reassuring thumbs up. ”It’s okay Alpha, they’re with me,” He explained, pointing back towards Falala and Sanura.
This seemed to be good enough for her and Alpha leaned back, giving a curt nod to the two felines. ”Alright, they can go too,” She agreed at last and Falala pointed her nose in the air, letting out a small huff.
The nerve of these people.
Ignoring the glare that Alpha sent her, Falala stood on the platform with her head held high, and as it began to go up, she reached out to keep herself balanced, trying not to show how nervous she was about it all.
Then once they had finally gotten to the inside of the tower, Tafari stepped off and gestured for them to follow him. ”Come on,” he said, instantly starting off into the tower.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 29, 2020 22:15:47 GMT -5
daughter of scar and outsider
- - The Isle Hyena Tower, Roguegulf
The ride there had been pretty fun. Then again, San just enjoyed going on trips in general, especially when she could sit back and relax and let somebody else, or something else, do all the work for her.
Though while she enjoyed trips, she also enjoyed figuring out what the destination was. The whole ride there she had been trying to figure out where Tafari was taking them, and a few times there she had started to pester him into telling her but was stopped when something else caught her attention while driving by specific places or certain scenic areas. If anything she didn’t have to wait much longer as their ride soon came to a stop and they had made it to their destination.
It was a hotspot for all the hyenas, half or full, in the crew. More often than not if a hyena wasn’t at their post or at the ship then they were here at Hyena Tower. It was an interesting place, but San didn’t find herself visiting it all that often. Then again, she wasn’t a hyena, and even though she was the gang’s captain and the princess of the entire Isle, she probably wouldn’t get any special invitations to hang out there. Which, just to put it out there, if she got an invitation to chill at Hyena Tower with the hyenas she would totally accept it. She was actually aware how a lot of non-hyenas felt about hyenas, but San enjoyed their company and they were usually the group that allowed her to do whatever she wanted without trying to stop her or trying to tell her it was a bad idea.
Though, she was curious to learn which hyena could read. Out of any of the animal groups the crew had, San hadn’t expected a hyena to have learned the art of literature.
Keeping up with both Falala and Tafari, San listened to the exchange between the two and then watched with a curious gaze as Tafari made a gesture toward a hyena lounging atop one of the few nearby rocks. It didn’t take her long to recognize the hyena as Alpha.
San nodded in understanding. ”Alpha! I always knew she could read. She’ll have this whole letter thing figured out in no time.”
Turned out, the lioness had spoken too soon as it wasn’t long after those words left her tongue that she found out Alpha apparently wasn’t the hyena that could read.
That was...kind of disappointing, but she guessed it could be worse.
Her disappointment was drowned out by the sheer force of curiosity that washed over her when she then realized that the one who could read was still a mystery. She knew it wasn’t Tafari and she knew it wasn’t Alpha, but that still left a good amount of hyenas left that it could be. She also doubted it would be Earl, but maybe she would be in for a huge surprise by the end of this all. Earl had some hidden talents deep down even if usually he was a little daft and sometimes San did have to threaten to eat his fingers for him to focus on certain things.
With each passing second San was only getting more and more curious. She was practically shaking with curiosity, eyes round like an owl. Her curiosity was even large enough that it drowned out the awe she would have typically felt watching the lever system pulling down a platform to stand on.
Being so focused on that she almost didn’t even notice that Alpha had just been about to ban her and Falala from entering the tower. Instead of reprimanding the hyena for trying to stop the captain from entering as she walked off, she instead shot a quick, ”Would have been cool if you were The Reader,” to Alpha.
She then matched her pace with Tafari’s. ”Come on, you gotta tell me who The Reader is now,” she whispered as if this was some top secret mission, which it kinda felt like one. She was in an area that would usually be off limits to her and Tafari had referred to somebody with a code name. She felt like she was some kind of cool lion spy setting out on an adventure to decipher some kind of cryptic code that could unlock all sorts of secrets to the universe. And even if they were almost at the journey’s end, San wasn’t sure she could wait any longer to figure out which hyena could read.
Personally, Falala kind of thought that this was a little ridiculous. Tafari could’ve just told them who this mysterious reader was and they could’ve gotten over this and solved the mystery of the letter from Auradon much faster.
But oh no, instead he had made it a whole thing that included them having to go all the way to hyena tower and act as if they were spies deep within the midst of enemy territory. This was such typical hyena behavior.
Folding her arms, Falala looked around at the inside of the tower. It was a lot like Warthog Tower - which despite its name, was for other big cats, not warthogs - however Warthog Tower was...a lot cleaner than Hyena Tower seemed to be.
In the distance, she could see some clothes hanging out a window to dry, there was a couple small animal bones in the corner, a coconut helmet on a stake with red paint covering the front of it and she was sure she had just seem something small scurry across the floor.
The only thing that Falala has any respect for was the coconut helmet, it must’ve been a souvenir from a hyena that was stationed on Kisasi Mkoa at some point. Taking the helmets from the kakamora and painting them with your mark was a clear sign of taking it as a trophy, a victory against the kakamora that Falala found herself fighting far too often. They might not be all that tall, but they were deadly and they far outnumbered the entire crew by five to one.
Falala had a couple helmet trophies herself back at her own place, not that she visited her actual home very often. Her mother hadn’t left her with much when she had died and what Queen La had left Falala with wasn’t something she enjoyed going back to, if she was being honest, as every wall served as a reminder of how vain her mother had been and how little she had cared for Falala while she was still alive.
Falala preferred to stay on the smaller islands. It was so much more freeing than being on the actual Isle.
Shaking her head a little, Falala hurried to catch up with Tafari and Sanura, casting a wary glance around her. ”So where exactly is this...reader?” She questioned, brow raised as she sent Tafari a skeptical look.
He returned it with a smirk. ”Patience you two,” he said, looking from Falala to Sanura. ”I’ll go get her, I think she’s probably in the back,” he explained and paused for a second to make sure neither of them were going to follow him before he turned around and disappeared behind a raggedy looking gray curtain that had been poorly hung up as a sort of barrier for the front of the tower to the back.
Watching Tafari disappear behind it, Falala made a face and folded her arms, gently tapping her boot against the wooden floor of the tower. ”...Who do you think it is?” She asked, glancing back over at Sanura with a curious look glinting in her bright, sky blue eyes.
She did have to admit that she was actually...kind of curious by it all. The secrecy was stupid, but it did intrigue her, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to find out who it was, and if her captain had any ideas, Falala would love to hear them. She had a lot of respect for Sanura, and looked up to her.
Even back when they had both been kids, Falala could remember seeing Sanura around Roguegulf and had looked to her as a sort of role model, even though Falala was a year older than the pirate captain.
Luckily it wasn’t long before Tafari had come back.
”Captain!” He started excitedly, pausing as he looked over at Falala. ”...Others,” he continued and Falala made a face at him. ”May I introduce you to the hyena extraordinaire...The Reader,,” Just like that, Tafari grabbed the edge of the curtain and in an almost bow like movement, he backed up, curling the curtain up with him to reveal the person they had been looking for this whole time.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 30, 2020 18:08:08 GMT -5
daughter of scar and outsider
- - the isle hyena tower, roguegulf
The suspense was starting to get to her. San just wanted to know who this secret reader was, so why couldn’t Tafari just outright give them a name? Yet at the same time all of this was really fun, like she was trying to find all the clues and missing puzzle pieces to a huge mystery that she was going to solve in just a few minutes. The crew leader was eager to figure all of this out, but waiting for it all was getting to her.
Mentally San went over a list of possible hyenas it could be. She knew The Reader was female, and she knew it wasn’t Alpha.
Though, with Alpha confirmed as not being The Reader, San had a few more ideas on who it could be. Her top guess now was Bash. She had always been a capable hyena, one that commanded a lot more respect than the others typically did. It wouldn’t be any surprise to San if she was the one that ended up knowing how to read. It made sense to her, but she also thought Alpha had been The Reader and that had turned out to be the wrong assumption. Who knew, maybe San was right this time. She had to be, right? Who else could be this mysterious reading hyena?
The lioness was pulled out of her thoughts when Falala and Tafari spoke up again. She placed her attention on the two, listening to their exchange in silence. She almost followed after Tafari, but she stopped when she noticed him looking back in such a way that said he didn’t want either of them to follow along.
Now left behind for the time being, San let out a huff, crossing her arms across her chest. ”I just want to know who she is! I think I should be allowed to come along, I practically own this tower,” she pointed out. As both crew leader and princess of the Isle San felt like she should have gotten a bit more of a…VIP access to Hyena Tower, but she supposed that wasn’t the case. At least she had Falala to keep her company at the moment.
”My guess is on Bash right now,” San admitted, answering the leopard’s question. ”Do you have any guesses?” The captain was curious to know if Falala had any ideas on who The Reader could be. Any guess she had would be a good one, San was sure of that. Falala was a well thought out and capable person, she would surely make a well educated guess.
It wasn’t long after she had asked the question that Tafari returned. San stood up straight, getting to her full height, looking at the half hyena boy with wide, curious eyes. Excitement had her gripped like a hawk’s talon, and all she could do was stand in anticipation as Tafari gave his little welcoming speech before pulling open a curtain to reveal The Reader.
”Jelani?” San asked in awe and disbelief as she looked at the hyena-leopard. ”You’re The Reader?”
Jelani gave a meek wave toward the captain and guard. She looked somewhat embarrassed, or like she wasn’t comfortable with all this attention placed on her. ”I don’t deserve a title, but yeah, I guess I’m The Reader.”
”Huh,” San breathed in awe rather than disappointment. Now that she was thinking about it more it did make sense that Jelani was the one who could read. She had always been a bit on the quiet side, a bit softer than most crew members. But she followed orders and did what she was told, so she was pretty respected in her own right. San could easily see the island guard sitting down in her free time and learning how to read.
Well, one mystery was solved. Now it was time to solve the mystery of the bad smelling letter.
Honestly...Falala hadn’t been sure what to expect when she came to the tower. She couldn’t deny that she didn’t always think that highly of hyena, especially given that their reputation wasn’t exactly one to be thought highly of in the first place. Hyenas were...kind of stupid, they just were. They goofed off and struggled to be serious, they took everything in life as one big joke and laughed about it afterwards.
They weren’t thought of as scholars - not that anyone in Roguegulf was, but especially not hyenas - and they weren’t the people you usually went to when you wanted something that took even just a little bit of brain power.
Yet here they were, in Hyena Tower, waiting for a very specific hyena to come out and read the letter because somehow, against all odds, no one in their current party could do that.
So yeah, Falala really didn’t know what to expect here.
However as Jelani walked out, Falala raised her eyebrows in surprise for only a moment before lowering them back down. Jelani was part hyena, yes, but she was also part leopard, a leopard like Falala was.
If any hyena could read, it would definitely be one that was mixed with a leopon.
Offering the leopardyena a friendly smile, Falala nodded her head to the other girl. ”Jelani, nice to see you, I didn’t know you could read,” she commented lightly, gesturing slightly with her hands.
Tafari replied for her. ”Bet that’s because you never asked,” he teased lightly and Falala frowned at him.
He wasn’t wrong though, Falala had never specifically asked Jelani if she could read, but they had also both been a little busy, it just wasn’t something that came up.
”Anyways,” Tafari continued, quick to drop the topic as he turned his attention back to the only one there that could read. ”Jelani, the reason I brought you out here is because while I was at Port Kiswa, me and Cheesy-“
”Cheesy and I,” Falala corrected.
Tafari sent her a look. ”Yeah whatever, anyways, we tackled this goblin guy that was trying to make a break for it, and when we interrogated him about it, he gave us this-“ Tafari paused to pull the letter out of his pocket and wave it in front of Jelani. ”He claims its a letter from Auradon...from Beast,” he explained and paused to glance over at Falala.
Both of them had been there for the discovery, it was why they were here now in the first place, but even still, saying it out loud almost made Falala regret it. It sounded so ridiculous, like some kind of joke.
What if it was a joke and they had just wasted everyone’s time? The letter looked fancy enough to be from Auradon, but why would Auradon, especially their king, ever reach out to the Isle? Auradon had made it clear what they thought about the Isle.
They thought it was trash.
So why, all of a sudden, would the very king of Auradon himself send a letter out for the Isle?
Even if it wasn’t some sort of twisted joke, Falala wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know what was on that letter. For all they knew it could be some sort of...termination letter, like “I’m destroying the entire Isle, here’s your five day notice to say goodbye before I kill you all” or something like that.
Falala’s eyes widened in horror as she thought about it.
Oh good lord, what if it was a termination letter? What would they all do then? It wasn’t like they had anywhere to escape to, they were at the complete mercy of Auradon and it’s king and that felt like a very bad place to be right now.
Tafari looked away from Falala and took a breath, offering the letter to Jelani. ”Think you can read it for us? Out loud? I think we really need to know what it says,” he explained as he looked at the other hyena, a hint of seriousness to his tone that was rarely ever there.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 30, 2020 19:10:21 GMT -5
daughter of hyena and jiona
- - the isle hyena tower, roguegulf
Being able to read wasn't something Jelani boasted about. She knew it was a pretty important talent, but other people in Roguegulf could read. Not a whole lot, but she did sort of prefer keeping her talent on the down low. A lot of that was because she didn't really want the attention, and she didn't quite want to be responsible for misreading something and getting somebody in trouble over something that wasn't actually written down. Honestly she just liked to read as a hobby for herself. Zeyana was always telling her it was a waste of a talent and that she could be doing so much more than just sitting at Hyena Tower reading those romance novels by that one Grimhilde, but Jelani enjoyed them and she enjoyed the alone time she got to read. So while she wasn't exactly a fan of what was happening right now, she could live with it so long as Falala and Sanura didn't go running back to tell anybody she'd be offering reading services or something. If she did that she'd never get any alone reading time again.
If anything, she was glad to see that her unexpected company seemed friendly enough. Or Falala at least. Tafari was just being his usual self while San was staring at Jelani with wide-eyed wonder. Yeah, yeah, it was surprising that any hyena, even a mix, could read, but it wasn't like it was such a big deal that the leader of a gang had to stare at her like she was some kind of prize to be won. It was kind of...unsettling, Not that she had a problem with San or anything, but she'd appreciate it if she wasn't being stared down at by a lion.
Trying to take her mind off of that - which was hard when she could feel the lioness's stare burning into her skin - Jelani focused on Falala, returning a friendly smile. She was going to respond to the leopard's comment, but Tafari had beat her to it. He did have a point. Of course Falala wouldn't have known Jelani could read if she had never asked. Though she guessed it wasn't one of those things somebody just thought to ask another person. Who went up to somebody just to ask them if they could read? Nine times out of ten the answer would be no unless asked outside of Roguegulf, but who in Roguegulf was going to ask somebody outside of Roguegulf if they could read? Who even cared enough about reading to go out of their way to do that?
Jelani shook her head. Now wasn't the time for such thoughts. She pulled all those thoughts to the back of her mind just in time to hear Tafari mention a letter that had been taken from a goblin. Okay, yeah, all that seemed relatively normal.
Until it wasn't so normal anymore.
Jelani's breath caught in her throat. From Beast?
"Auradon? From Beast?" Came San's voice, surprise clear in her words as she finally turned her gaze off of Jelani and toward Tafari. "I thought it was just from the Grimhildes. There's no way that letter can be from Auradon."
The hyena-leopard had to say she was with San on this one. Why would Beast send them a letter? It didn't make sense. He had kept every villain and their henchmen on this island for twenty years without a single shred of mercy for them and any of their kids. Why would he be doing something now? There was no reason for the king of Auradon to be sending them letters now, unless...unless he was about to do something big. Something so big that he had to tell them for whatever reason. Maybe he was letting them know that he was about to finally end their pathetic existences once and for all and he was only letting them know before hand so that he could instill fear and panic in their mind, body, and soul. And honestly, Jelani had to say it was working.
Please let it actually be from the Grimhildes, please... Jelani pleaded inwardly as she reached out to take the letter from Tafari. "Y-yeah," she paused to cough to clear her voice, "Yeah, I can do that."
Hands shaking she turned the letter to face her, and as soon as she read the address her heart fell into her stomach like a heavy stone. "Adam Bête," she read aloud, sure the fear could be heard in her voice. It surely outweighed the disgust she momentarily felt at reading Beast's actual name out like that. Who even referred to him as Adam Bête anyway? Jelani paused in her reading to steel her nerves and open the letter. As soon as she had it open she unfolded the piece of paper and looked it over for a moment before reading, "It's addressed to Scar." She shot a quick glance to San, watching as the lioness leaned in closer looking both perplexed and intrigued all at once. "'After much urging from numerous Auradon adults and officials, I have decided and come up with a plan to attempt and give the second generation Isle of the Lost kids a chance to prove themselves. By the time you receive this letter it will only be a few more days before a group of around thirty Auradon teenagers arrive to the Isle. They will all be equally separated into the three different schools and will observe and teach the younger generation for approximately a year. Should they meet the requirements, they will be offered a chance to come back to Auradon with this task force. Should anything go wrong and all chance of any Isle of the Lost child making it to Auradon will be lost, and certain measures will be taken depending on the severity of the incident. I hope I have made everything clear in this letter'."
By the time she had finished her hands were visibly shaking and her eyes were wide. She was sure that, as she looked over to the trio, her face was pale.
It was San that broke the silence. "If he's sending kids over here they better not smell like that letter did or they'll be lunch."
Well, that was one way to respond Jelani supposed.
Falala wasn’t sure what to expect when Jelani started to read the letter. Anything could be on there and they would have no way to prepare for it, and quite honestly, Falala was still expecting some sort of Isle wide termination letter. Something like “well, the Isle had a good run but it’s just not working out so we’re gonna destroy you all” or something similar to that at the very least.
However as Jelani began to read, it didn’t take long for Falala to realize that that wasn’t the case at all, in fact it was...well it was sort of the opposite actually.
Auradon...they were sending their own kids...here, and why? To test the Isle kids and see if they were good enough to go to Auradon after a year of waiting, not knowing, and hoping for the best.
Honestly...Falala didn’t know how to feel about this.
On one hand, this was her chance and everyone else’s as well to actually leave this garbage rock and go to Auradon, this was there chance to see what a clear sky looked like and to eat food that hadn’t at some point been thrown away, it was there chance to feel the sun on their skins and actually live, not just survive until the endless game of survival caught up to you and you slipped up.
This was their chance to leave all of this behind.
No more trash, no more parents, no more kakamora, no more wondering day by day if you would survive long enough to see the next morning, no more looking out and seeing the distant shores of Auradon and yearning for a chance to see what it’s like, if only for a minute.
Instead...instead there was suddenly a very real chance that they might actually get to go to Auradon and that just...that was almost too much to compute right now.
On the other hand though, why had it taken them twenty years to finally do something? Why now were they suddenly caring about the Isle kids when they had spent their entire lives eating Auradon’s garbage and struggling to survive.
Did Auradon know just how many kids, literal children that the Isle had killed? Did they know just how many people were sick and couldn’t find half decent medicine, or how many battles had already been fought and how much trauma and abuse so many of them had already had to endure? Did they know of all the horrifying things that an Isle kid witnessed on a daily basis? Did they know just how many lives they had condemned while taking twenty years to act?
Was this their version of an apology?
“Sorry for making live as close to hell as possible for you for the last 20 years, let’s make it up to you by sending our kids there and letting them pick which ones of you are worthy to come live on Auradon with us.”
Sounded like something Auradon would do.
Falala frowned and looked down at her feet, brows furrowing as she thought about the situation.
This...this was completely unexplored territory.
In the distance, Tafari seemed to be dealing with the news as well and had turned away, walking further into the back of the tower without so much as another word. Falala...well she almost felt as if she should go check up on him, but maybe he wanted to be alone right now and that would be the wrong thing to do.
In the end, Falala stayed where she was and looked back up as Sanura spoke up, eyes searching for some kind of guidance from her captain.
”Captain-“ She started, voice hesitant. ”What do we do?”
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 31, 2020 15:39:34 GMT -5
daughter of scar and outsider
For as much as San wanted to make light of this situation, she knew she couldn't. Sure, she had made that one passing comment at first, but that had been an initial reaction and now everything was starting to really sink in and become a reality to the lion.
Beast was sending over a group of kids to come to the Isle. Not only that but he was sending kids to potentially bring Isle kids to Auradon.
This… It all seemed fishy. Had this been something from the Grimhildes like she had originally assumed then she could handle it with ease, but this clearly wasn’t the case anymore. This wasn’t just some fancy letter sent from somebody on the other side of the Isle. This was a fancy letter sent from somebody all the way across the ocean. It was a letter sent twenty years too late. Because of that countless horrors had wreaked their havoc on way too many kids. San had lost friends and family because of the Isle’s conditions, because nobody on Auradon had stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, the kids of all the villains that had been sent over weren’t like their parents and weren’t guilty. San knew she wasn’t the only one to have lost more people than she liked to think about. Everybody on the Isle had more than likely lost somebody close to them, whether it be a family member or a friend or something else, and it was all because nobody that could actually do something about this mess cared enough about them. They had been left to struggle and barely survive for decades. So why now? Why now did Auradon care? There had to be some bigger picture here. There had to be a reason for this. What was Beast doing? What was he planning? This whole idea of his seemed fine on the surface, but what was the hidden message below? San wanted the chance for her crew to make it to Auradon, but what was the cost? If there was some deeper, dangerous meaning to all of this then the lioness wasn’t going to have it. She’d rather lay down her life protecting her pride than make it to Auradon herself, and if Beast thought he could somehow lay a single, hideous hand on anybody she cared about then he had another thing coming. She didn’t think Beast would taste all that good, but she’d hate to let fresh meat go to waste if it came down to that.
By now San was pacing. She was walking back and forth as she tried to steady her thoughts, but one thing kept coming after another and she wasn’t sure where it was going to end or at least calm itself down. Luckily, though, Falala’s voice sliced through her thoughts and the lioness paused in her pacing, thoughts fading away as she turned to look at the leopard.
She looked around, wondering if Tafari and Jelani had their own questions, though it seemed as if Tafari had gone off on his own, perhaps to settle his thoughts in a different manner than staying around others. Jelani was still there, though she had taken a few steps back and was looking at San with an expression that clearly asked the same question Falala had just verbalized.
After taking a moment to observe her surroundings, San took a deep breath, managed to get her thoughts onto one track. She stood to her full height as her yellow-green gaze locked directly onto Falala. ”We let everybody else know what’s coming. We need to prepare and ready ourselves for both the best outcome and the worst. We’ll show anybody from Auradon that we’re ready for whatever is thrown at us, and if they think for just a second they can pull something on us, we’ll remind them they’re playing a dangerous game on our turf. If there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that anybody from Roguegulf is ready to face the unknown and we’ll get through it stronger than ever.”
”Again, Cassie, thats not how you play chess,” Chloe reminded her twin, looking up at her with a slightly raised brow.
Cassie frowned, huffing a little as she sat back down, puffing her cheeks out. ”Why do we have to play chess anyways? It’s confusing,” she stated, resting her head against her hand, blowing some light blonde locks of hair out of her face.
Chloe shrugged in response and rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. ”Because this and a stack of playing cards are the only games we have,” she explained and frowned. ”And I don’t know about you, but I’m getting really sick of poker.” Sure she was good at it, but that didn’t mean she particularly liked it...besides, no matter how good she was at it, Cassie was somehow even better and Chloe still wasn’t entirely sure how that worked.
Falling down right next to her, Cassie looked up at the ceiling as well. ”Well then, maybe we shouldn’t play a game, maybe we can go visit La Violette Papillon, or the Lady Luck Casino, or maybe we could even take the cable cars and visit Victoria at Lovemuffin Labs or-“ Before Cassie could continue, Chloe cut her off.
”Can’t, city’s dealing with some sort of cybug problem right now, we’re supposed to stay inside until Rilla gives the all clear,” she reminded Cassie, trying not to let it get to her. In truth, Cassie could leave if she wanted, Rilla trusted her to take care of herself, regardless of the cybug situation.
Chloe on the other hand...well apparently you lost a little bit of credibility on the streets when you only had one arm and one working eye.
”Oh...right, I forgot,” Cassie admitted, her voice soft.
Yeah it would be nice to forget.
Chloe said nothing, instead she let the silence seep in through the cracks in the walls.
It was bad enough that Cassie got to go off and work with Harley in extortion, intimidating people into paying the mafia while Chloe was stuck serving drinks at the Lady Luck Casino, but the fact that she couldn’t even leave Hell Hall unless it was “safe” was ridiculous.
She was sixteen.
That was basically an Isle adult.
If she wanted, she could go off and get married or something like that.
But Rilla still treated her like she was a child.
Chloe frowned, glancing over to her stubby shoulder, unsettlingly aware of the missing limb there. It had been a couple years since it had happened, and yet...she just couldn’t seem to get over it.
Her, or Rilla for that matter.
There was a pause, then Chloe opened her mouth to say something, the words catching in her throat when all of a sudden there was a loud whack on the windows outside.
Both Chloe and Cassie sat up immediately.
Chloe cast a side glance over at Cassie, brow raised suspiciously. ”...Did you hear that too?”
Cassie nodded, eyes wide. ”What do you think it was?” She asked, pausing for a second as somehow, her eyes went even wider and she cast a nervous glance from left to right. ”Do you think it was a...cybug?” She whispered under her breath, almost as if saying the word would summon one inside or something like that.
Chloe kind of doubted it was a cybug though. There had only been a couple of cybug sightings in uptown Cane for years now, the chances that a Cybug had somehow found its way to Hell Hall and had decided to fling themselves at their window for whatever reason seemed unlikely.
Getting up to her feet, Chloe dusted off her raspberry pink sweater - made specially by Charlie so she didn’t have to cut a sleeve off or something like that for her missing arm - and smirked deviously at Cassie. ”Theres only one way to know for sure,” she told her twin and before Cassie had the chance to object, Chloe was already walking over to the window.
She paused once she had reached it, looking back to see that Cassie had followed her over, but was still keeping her distance.
Rolling her eye, Chloe turned her attention back to the window and flung it open, sticking her head out to look outside.
There, on the ground, was a secretary bird that looked a little worse for wear, honestly. Chloe tilted her head to the side, she recognized that bird, it belonged to San and would sometimes be used to deliver messages to Rilla.
”Kuruka? What are you doing down there? We have a place on the roof for all you birds,” she explained, shaking her head down at the bird.
Behind her, Cassie let out an excited gasp and rushed to the window, looking down at the bird. ”Poor boy, I doubt it felt good to run into our window, come on, let’s go get him,” Cassie instructed and before Chloe could agree, her sister was already hurrying outside.
Chloe sighed and rolled her eye, following after.
It wasn’t long until Cassie had already brought Kuruka inside and was feeding him birdseed, hugging him and making sure he was okay. ”I wonder what he’s doing here,” she mused our loud, scratching underneath his beak.
Chloe looked down, finally noticing the letter with the bird.
Leaning over, she picked it up and glanced at the envelope. ”I’m betting it’s because of this...it’s pretty nice though, way nicer than anything I’ve ever seen in Roguegulf,” she stated curiously.
Roguegulf was known for many things, but their elegant letters weren’t one of them.
”Hang on, there’s something on the back,” Cassie said, pointing to the back of the envelope.
Chloe glanced over at her twin and turned it over, reading the word “urgent” in red lettering on the back.
Along with a small note that this was for Rilla, from San...and Auradon.
That last word almost made Chloe drop the letter.
Auradon? Urgent? What exactly was in this letter?
Looking up, Chloe glanced over at Cassie. ”We need to get this to Rilla, and I don’t think it can wait,” she stated and Cassie tilted her head.
”But how? We aren’t supposed to leave the house and we don’t even know where Rilla is...” She started and Chloe sent her a smirk.
”Maybe not, but we have a sister that does,” she started and slowly a look of realization washed over Cassie. ”Come on, we need Cauli,” Chloe said and started off towards the stairs, figuring that Cauli was probably upstairs.
Cassie nodded and followed, picking Kuruka up in her arms and carrying him with her, clearly not willing to leave the bird alone after the window incident.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 31, 2020 17:37:59 GMT -5
Cauliflower de Vil
daughter of cruella and prince penguin
Today was actually a decent one for Cauli. She had a good amount of energy that usually she lacked, it was rather easy for her to breathe without a sharp pain stabbing her in the chest, and overall she was just feeling pretty good about things. For the past few hours she had been catching up on some reading that she didn’t always have time, or the energy, for, and while a lot of the information she was reading up on was stuff she already knew, Cauli found enjoyment in the fact that she could just sit down for once and take a moment to do something she enjoyed. Not that she didn’t enjoy helping out her twin with mafia business or anything like that, but it wasn’t every day that she was able to just take the time to read through one of the plant books she had managed to get her hands on. She wasn’t getting through the book as quickly as she liked, but it made sense given she was practically the one in charge of the house right now. Cruella was probably off doing no telling what, and even if she was home it wasn’t like she’d do a good job at watching her kids, especially the younger ones, and while Cauli wasn’t actively outside of her room she was at least making sure to check on her siblings every few hours, and if anything happened they knew where to find her.
Not like it was hard to find her these days anyway. More often than not she was cooped up in her room, not even able to make it out without hacking up a lung and doubling over from terrible pains in her chest. It didn’t surprise Cauli that she was sick, she had always been sickly, but she had never dealt with something this bad or this intense, and it honestly scared her. The cough and the pain had only been getting worse through the last few months, and while whatever she had didn’t seem contagious, a part of her was still terrified of one of her siblings contracting whatever Cauli had.
Another thing that scared her - or more so it just made her feel terrible - was the fact that whatever was going on with her body was making it increasingly hard for her to keep up with her duties in the mafia. On her worst days she could barely stay awake for longer than two or three hours at a time, and doing anything outside of sleeping was a nightmare for her. Cauli was doing all she could to not let this sickness get to her, but it was starting to really take its toll, and she hated it. She hated it and hated that she was practically useless, especially right now in such trying times. The mafia needed her more than ever. Rilla needed her more than ever. She tried to keep up with her underboss duties, tried to keep up with the mafia’s needs and demands, and tried to keep up being a decent sister to all her siblings, but every day it only seemed to be getting harder and harder.
But right now, she didn’t want to think about all of that. Today she was feeling good. Today she was going to get things done. Today she was going to be useful for once, do some things for herself, do things for the mafia, and do things for her siblings. It wouldn’t be much, but it was better than nothing, and Cauli didn’t want to go down the route of negative thoughts today because she knew if she did that then things would only get darker and darker in her mind and she didn’t need that today.
Once she had finished reading a rather interesting page on the various types of mints out there in the world - out there in Auradon, there was no way the Isle would be able to support all that plant life - Cauli decided it was time to do something else. She had been reading for a good bit now and had made decent progress in the book, but she couldn’t forget her other responsibilities. It was probably a good idea to go out and check on her siblings again, and after that she could try and figure out ways she could help the mafia while still staying at home. Honestly she probably should be out there with Rilla now, helping her twin figure out ways to solve this cybug problem, but then again, Cauli was practically useless when it came to anything regarding cybugs. Her and cybugs just...didn’t get along, but that was another story for another day.
Honestly, if she wasn’t trying to stay positive today then this would be where she’d let herself go on about how useless she was overall when it came to mafia business, but this wasn’t a negative day. Cauli was going to keep herself happy, or at least try her hardest to.
Marking where she had left off in her book, Cauli then put it away and got up, heading for the room’s door. She walked outside, quiet as to not potentially disturb any of her siblings if they were trying to relax or something along the lines of that, and she was careful to remain quiet as she started down the hall, but it didn’t take long for Cauli to notice both Chloe and Cassie...and Kuruka.
The sight of the bird instantly told Cauli that something was up. If Kuruka was here that meant something had happened back in Roguegulf that needed the mafia’s attention, or at least Rilla and Cauli’s attention, and since Rilla wasn’t her at the moment, it was up to Cauli to handle whatever was going on.
”What’s going on?” Cauli asked slowly, blue gaze flickering between the twins and the bird as she stood there, waiting for an answer all the while her mind started to try and come up with reasons as to why Roguegulf was reaching out to Cane.
Chloe paused in her tracks once Cauli appeared, asking what was going on.
Which...well that was a very valid question.
Taking the time to look over at the situation Chloe was currently in, she looked down to the letter in her hand and the secretary bird that Cassie kept putting way too close to her face while Cassie pet under his beak, stretched out to remain close to Chloe during the endeavor.
Far from the weirdest thing to walk in on but at also definitely not something that she would classify as “normal” either...though it was up for debate on him there truly was anything “normal” that went on in the de Vil household. There were about eight of them total, even if Laramie didn’t live with them anymore and while they weren’t huge by Grimhilde or Slim standards, there were still enough of them that made for a fairly chaotic setup.
Clearing her throat, Chloe pushed Kuruka away by the face and took a step towards her older sister, holding up the letter. ”Right, lemme explain,” she started and shoved the letter in Cauli’s face. ”Cassie and I were just playing chess since we don’t really have a whole lot of options on what to do, you know? I mean I guess we could play poker again but I swear Cassie cheats because she’s ridiculously good at that game-“
”Hey! I do not cheat!” Cassie interjected.
Chloe waved her comment off with a flick of her hand. ”Right, sure, whatever you say,” she stated before turning her attention back to Cauli. ”Anyways, whether or not Cassie cheats at chess-“
”Which I don’t.”
”Cassie, please, I’m trying to explain things,” Chloe shot back, sending Cassie a look, which luckily after that she seemed to get the point and fell quiet.
Shaking her head slightly, Chloe looked back to Cauli and continued. ”So we were just playing chess and there was this big thunk on the window and at first we thought it was cybugs since there’s been a real bad cybug problem in the city lately, y’know? But then we go to check and it’s not a cybug, it’s Kuruka-“ she gestured over towards the bird in Cassie’s arms. ”He was on the ground looking all dead but obviously he isn’t dead, but anyways, he had this letter with him-“ once again, Chloe shoved the letter in Cauli’s face to further show what she meant.
”It’s addressed to Rilla from San but it’s way too fancy to just be from San so this is where things start to get really crazy-“ Chloe paused for a second to turn the letter around to show Cauli the message on the back. ”It’s from Auradon.”
Offering Cauli the letter, Chloe stepped back and looked her sister over with her one good eye, trying to gauge her reaction to the news. Would she take it seriously? Probably, Cauli had always been really good at actually listening to her about things, hopefully though she wouldn’t see this letter and decide to take it to Rilla without her.
Cauli might not be missing a limb and the sight in an eye, but it wasn’t exactly like she was much better in a cybug fight than Chloe would be, she couldn’t go alone, she would need Chloe’s help and probably Cassie’s as well.
Cassie was...well...Cassie, but she was also probably the most capable in a fight out of the three of them and even Chloe was smart enough to know how dumb it would be to risk going out into the thick of cybug infested territory without some sort of way to defend them.
Sure technically speaking they could just wait for Rilla to get back home but there was no actual surety that she’d get home anytime soon, especially since it wasn’t uncommon for Rilla to spend days out of the home when something like this came up; and if this letter was as urgent as it claimed to be, they didn’t have days to wait for Rilla to come home.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 31, 2020 19:07:58 GMT -5
Cauliflower de Vil
daughter of cruella and prince penguin
- - the isle hell hall, uptown cane
Before she could get an answer for what was going on, another thought formed in her mind.
It wasn’t unusual for Rilla to stay out on jobs for days on end. It always worried Cauli when her twin was gone for long periods of time, but she knew Rilla was tough and could handle herself, and typically she had somebody else with her. But even then what if...what if something had happened to Rilla? What if this was the note telling her that her sister had been killed? What if this was the note telling her that cybugs had taken her sister and were holding her against her will? What if they had already killed Rilla? Or maybe she was still alive, but they were going to use her as a bargaining chip. They could be doing all kinds of things to Rilla, torturing her and causing her nothing but pain. Cauli knew Rilla could take care of herself but if enough cybugs had gone after her… They were relentless. If they really wanted to they could have taken her, and if they had her…
Stinging in her eyes was the only indication to Cauli that tears had started to well up. If something, if anything, happened to her twin, Cauli had no idea what she’d do. She knew the right thing to do was to push down her grief and step up as the leader of the mafia, but Cauli couldn’t do that. She couldn’t run an entire mafia, especially not in the same efficiency and success that Rilla had. Cauli knew she wasn’t even fit to be the underboss, but for some reason Rilla thought Cauli could. Her twin sister’s belief in her was enough to keep her going, but she still knew that, without Rilla, she wouldn’t be able to do a single thing. Would that mean the mafia would have to be passed down to Chance? Probably so, and Cauli believed the dog boy could do it. He was a hard worker, and while he didn’t have quite the intimidation factor that Rilla, or even Lark before he had died, had, he was still more than capable of holding the gang together. He’d do a much better job at it than Cauli would.
With all these thoughts running through her mind she hadn’t even realized that her younger sisters had spoken up and were trying to explain what was happening. But of course her mind decided to pick up on only just a few of the words they had said.
Cauli’s heart came to a sudden stop and dropped to her stomach. The tears that had welled up earlier began to roll down her cheeks in a salty trail.
What was she going to do without Rilla? How was she supposed to go on with her life and pick up the slack? She had known if anything happened to her sister she’d have to put in more effort to be the person the mafia needed, and not only that, but she’d have to work extra hard for all her siblings. She couldn’t let them all down, and while some were nearing the age they could start looking after themselves they were still young and needed support from somebody who was older, and that would fall on Cauli. Laramie could help out, but she had her own life now. She didn’t live at Hell Hall anymore, which was understandable considering she had a husband now and it made sense for her and Howl to want their own place together. Cauli wouldn’t want to disrupt her sister’s own life even if she didn’t think Laramie would mind helping out. Beyond that though, what was going to happen to the rest of her siblings? She didn’t care what happened to her, but she cared greatly about her siblings.
Before she could get too carried away in her thoughts and spiral even further than she had, another word registered for her.
What...what did Auradon have to do with this? What did Auradon have to do with Rilla being dead?
The confusion alone was enough to snap Cauli out of the despair and worry she had fallen into.
With a faint sniffle, Cauli reached a hand up to her face and wiped away some of the tears that had fallen.
Oh, oh no. Cauli was crying, why was she crying? Chloe glanced over at Cassie as if her twin would know entire their sister had randomly begun to cry. Had it been something they said? Chloe quickly went over what they had talked about so far.
Cassie’s cheating during chess, Kuruka showing up, and the letter from San and Auradon. Nothing that should make someone cry, at least not any reason why Chloe could think of. Maybe they were just so ugly they brought tears to their sister’s face the second she saw them.
That also seemed unlikely though.
Once again, Chloe left this to Cassie to handle. Out of the two of them, Cassie was usually the one a lot more aware of people’s emotions. She was a lot more in tune to her empathy than Chloe was and Chloe was big enough to admit that she was probably the wrong person to ask when it came to explaining why someone was doing something like crying or something like that.
Cassie noticed Chloe‘s curious gaze and shrugged in response.
However in this instance, even Cassie seemed just as confused as Chloe was. Well that was helpful.
Chloe shrugged back in response, just in case Cassie was turning to her for the same thing she was hoping Cassie would be able to supply.
In this case though, it seemed as if both of them were as lost as Kuruka was at any given point in time.
Staring at each other a little longer, Chloe sighed and turned away from her twin, staring over at Cauli for a moment or so before taking a small, tentative step forward. ”Cauli, are you okay-“ she started, getting cut off just as Cauli finally spoke up again, wiping a couple tears from her eyes.
Oh, she was asking about Auradon.
Chloe shot a glance back over to Cassie, not sure if she should keep trying to comfort Cauli or explain the whole weird Auradon situation instead.
Cassie’s second shrug was a pretty good indicator that she didn’t know either.
Making a face, Chloe looked back to Cauli and nodded a little, stretching the letter out so her older sister could see it.
”Uh yeah, Kuruka had the letter with him, it’s from San but there’s a note on the back-“ to prove her point, Chloe turned the letter over to show Cauli the scribbled on, barely eligible note clearly written by someone native to Roguegulf that gave a brief description of the situation.
”Apparently it’s actually a letter from Auradon? From Beast, I think San wants all the city leaders to read it, that’s why it’s so important that we get it to Rilla right away,” Chloe explained with a wide expression.
She wasn’t entirely sure what this letter contained, but she was going to try her best not to think about it until they could get it to Rilla and she could read it for herself. ”So we came to ask you if you know where she is, and if we can help you find her so she can read the letter,” she explained, hoping nothing she said got Cauli crying again.
Rilla would probably want them to all stay home and give her the letter once she got back, but if this letter was really as important as it seemed to be, Chloe doubted they had that sort of time to wait for her return.
Post by Feathertalon on Dec 31, 2020 22:36:56 GMT -5
Cauliflower de Vil
daughter of cruella and prince penguin
- - the isle hell hall, uptown cane
Cauli had really hoped that neither of her siblings would have noticed the tears, but of course they had. The only thing she had luck on was the fact that she had managed to stop any concerned questions to be completed. It wasn’t that she minded being asked if she was okay, it was just that...well, it was just that she was Chloe and Cassie’s older sibling. She had to keep her emotions under control and had to come off as stable, that she was ready to handle anything and everything that was thrown her way. She didn’t need to make her younger siblings worried about her. She was the one that needed to make sure they were okay, she needed to be the one to sacrifice her own feelings for the sake of their own. Some things Cauli was good at hiding, but there were many more she couldn’t stop from showing. She hated it sometimes. She wished she could be as tough as Rilla, as poised and in control as others, but she wasn’t. Cauli was just...she was just Cauli, and there wasn’t much good she could do.
Before she could fall into the darkness of those thoughts, Cauli wiped away a few more tears from her cheeks, looking between Chloe and Cassie with wide, blue eyes. She still had no idea what Auradon had to do about...what she assumed had happened to Rilla, but she needed to get over herself just long enough to hear what her two siblings had to say.
Okay, now things were just getting even more confusing. From San? Why would San be sending this letter? Why would Auradon be sending them anything? If this was about Rilla, if this was about something that had happened to Rilla, why would she be getting news from San about it? Why would she be getting news from Auradon about it? None of it made sense, and the more she thought about it the more she was sure Rilla was safe, but that small worm of paranoia still wiggled around inside her, waiting to catch even the smallest hint that something wasn’t okay, that something had gone terribly wrong.
While that paranoia worm was still there, Cauli was starting to feel less and less worried about her twin’s safety as Chloe spoke up and went over everything she currently knew about the letter. For one last time Cauli reached up and wiped at her face, glad to feel that no more tears had formed to trail down her cheeks.
Now able to see straight without tears blocking the view, Cauli was able to look at the note in Chloe’s hand, looking over the almost illegible scribbling that had to come from nowhere but Roguegulf. Now Cauli didn’t have good handwriting in the slightest, but when compared to what came out of Roguegulf her handwriting was as pretty as what she imagined forests in Auradon to look like.
...Okay, that was rude. She shouldn’t be thinking things like that. Just because Roguegulf didn’t value general education as much as other places on the Isle did didn’t mean Cauli had the right to think such rude thoughts.
Pushing those thoughts to the side, Cauli processed everything that had just been said, taking a moment to make sure she wasn’t about to freak out over anymore assumptions. From what she was hearing Rilla was fine, they just needed to figure out where exactly she was. Honestly, the biggest emotion she had now was just plain confusion. What did Auradon want from them? Why had they sent a letter over that was specifically for all the Isle leaders? It didn’t make sense to Cauli, all she knew was that Auradon had to be planning something big. That in itself was terrifying, but the confusion overrode that fear for now.
”I know Rilla’s dealing with...with the...problem,” Cauli murmured after a moment, still finding it near impossible to come out and just say the word ‘cybug’. It shouldn’t be that hard, but anytime she tried to say it out loud the word just got caught in her throat like some bad cough that just would not leave, and so she had to go around the word and find another way to get the point across. ”I know the area she should be in, we can look around for her,” Cauli suggested as she looked between her two younger siblings. There was no way Cauli was going to go out there by herself with cybugs trying to take over the city, especially when she was going to be heading into a hotspot for them. She would feel much better with Chloe and Cassie there with her, especially if something happened. Cauli wouldn’t be able to handle it herself, but with her sisters there she was sure everything would be fine. Or at least, she could only hope.
At least they finally seemed to be getting somewhere. Chloe had never been great at comforting others, even if they were her siblings, and while she wanted to help Cauli through this, it was also no secret that they should find Rilla and give her the letter as soon as possible. Chloe didn’t dare read it, not wanting to read something that wasn’t meant for her eyes, but she could only imagine that it was pretty important if it came from Sanura Negasi and Auradon as well.
Even now it was hard not to get ahead of herself and begin to wonder what might be on that letter.
Nodding along as Cauli spoke up, Chloe folded her arms. ”Yeah, the cybug problem East of here,” she spoke bluntly, only to get nudged awfully hard in the ribs by her twin.
Cassie sent her a disapproving glare and gestured her head towards Cauli. ”Don’t say the C word around her, Chloe!” Cassie hissed out in a low whisper, barely loud enough for Chloe to hear.
Chloe glanced back over at Cauli.
She had almost forgotten about the cybug incident that had happened almost a year ago now. Cauli and some random Roguegulf guy had been taken by the cybugs. Chloe wasn’t sure what had happened during that time, especially since no one would give her specifics, but she knew it couldn’t be easy for Cauli to deal with.
Mentioning cybugs at all right now was probably kind of insensitive.
Bowing her head, Chloe shuffled her feet a little. ”Er yeah, the problem out East,” she agreed, retracing her steps.
Somewhere in Midtown Cane, probably close by the Cat’s Nip, Rilla was doing who knows what while up against a cybug infestation. Usually the cybugs didn’t reach out beyond their territory, however recently they had been getting more and more antsy about it, expanding beyond just Cybug Territory.
Chloe wasn’t really sure what that meant for the mafia, or even just Cane in general, but she trusted Rilla to take care of it, even if she knew that she’d be off better use out there with Rilla, helping take them down rather than stuck inside playing games all day.
Looking back up, Chloe smiled a little when Cauli confirmed that they could all go find her. ”Great!” She spoke out loud, already gesturing for the other two de Vil girls to follow her back out. ”It’ll probably be easiest if we take a train down to Midtown, don’t you guys think? We’ll probably get there faster if we do that.”
Of course they’d have to find a way to get to the train station fast as well. Waking might take awhile.
They could probably take one of those carriage taxis.
”Wait!” Chloe spoke up loudly, stopping in her steps as she turned back to look at her older sister, large and vibrant green eyes pleading up at her like a lost puppy. ”Can we take the cable cars? I’ve always wanted to take a cable car somewhere!” She admitted, grinning over at Cauli.
Usually when she left Hell Hall, it wasn’t in any state of emergency and she usually didn’t need to explore beyond Uptown Cane, so it wasn’t like she ever needed to ride the cable cars, but oh it did seem like an awful lot of fun.
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 1, 2021 3:16:28 GMT -5
Cauliflower de Vil
daughter of cruella and prince penguin
Cauli couldn’t stop herself from flinching when Chloe so brazenly said the word ‘cybug’. She didn’t want to be so sensitive to the word, and she felt bad that she was. It had been almost a year at this point that...everything had happened, so she felt like she should have gotten over it by now. If she was somebody stronger she would have already been able to let the past go, but she was weak in mind, body, and soul. Sometimes she felt as thin as paper, a piece of fabric ready to be torn and thrown out into the wind to never be picked up again. She knew that a lot of things shouldn’t get to her, she knew she needed to be stronger, but it was hard. It was hard when there was always something to bite her. It was hard when she couldn’t even go one night without either almost dying in her sleep because her lungs decided they wanted to give out on her or she would instead be caught up in a nightmare so bad that it took everything in her to stop crying even after she had found comfort in Rilla’s presence. Cybug shouldn’t be such a frightening word to her, but here she was, a messed up product of just some of the horrors the Isle could throw at its residents.
She knew she had been too apparent in her fear at the word when Chloe went on to call the cybug problem simply the problem out east. Cauli knew she needed to work on hiding her feelings, but she had always been a rather open book despite trying so hard to not be. She was too soft, and on the Isle that only got her in trouble. She could maybe live her life as being soft if she weren’t in such an important position of power, if she wasn’t somebody that others looked up to in hopes that she would be harsh and commanding. At least Rilla was somebody who actually knew how to run a gang with an iron fist, but Cauli had always believed that her twin needed somebody who could also rule with an iron fist at her side. Maybe it was time to tell her sister about the thoughts that had been plaguing Cauli’s mind for some time now. Maybe she needed to get over the nerves that always stopped her from bringing it up when Rilla actually had some down time. Cauli didn’t think she was fit to be the mafia’s second in command anymore, but any time she tried bringing it up she shut down or bounced to another topic. Especially now after the mafia had so recently lost Lark to the cybugs, Cauli was more afraid than ever to bring up another change in the ranking system. She just needed to get over the nerves that always stopped words from coming out. She had no reason to be afraid of her sister’s response. If anything, she was afraid of disappointing Rilla, but it would probably disappoint her sister even more if Cauli ruined the mafia’s reputation by keeping her position and not stepping down.
With those thoughts dancing in her mind, Cauli had missed a good chunk of what her younger sisters had been saying. She had only clocked back into the conversation when Chloe brought up the cable cars.
Between Chloe’s begging expression and the fact that taking the cable cars would get them faster than just walking, there was no way Cauli was going to say no to that. ”I don’t see why not,” she replied to her sister, a small smile pulling at her lips. Chloe seemed so excited at the prospect of riding in one, and Cauli knew her younger sister needed some positivity and fun in her life. ”Do you two have everything you want to take with you?” She asked. Even if they were using a cable car, they were still travelling to the other side of the city which would take them at least an hour or longer. Cauli herself was probably going to grab the book she had been working on reading and dig around for some extra coins to take along on the off chance they needed more than what a ride would cost. It was always better to come prepared than not and end up getting themselves in a pickle, and if there was anything Cauli was decent at it was making sure she was somewhat prepared for something to backfire.
This was going to be fun, and more than that, it was going to be an adventure. Chloe didn’t get to go on many adventures, she had to stay home and look after things here, even being in the mafia she didn’t get any of the real exciting jobs, she just got to work at the casino, and sure she enjoyed it, Reese and Lou were great people to work under, however it wasn’t all that exciting, the casino was only interesting when something different happened there, otherwise it was basically just one long stretch of blah.
This however, this was different, this was Chloe, Cassie, and Cauli embarking on a dangerous quest out into the thick of cybug infested territory to deliver urgent news to the most important person in all of Cane.
If that wasn’t exciting than Chloe didn’t know what was.
When Cauli asked if she and Cassie had everything they needed, Chloe shot a glance back towards her twin to see what she thought. Personally Chloe wasn’t really sure what they needed in the first place, would this be a trip? Yeah but what more did you need than yourself to take a trip?
Cassie seemed to think otherwise.
”Should we take Kuruka with us? He got a little hurt delivering us that message, I don’t want to leave him alone if he’s hurt,” Cassie explained, looking down towards the bird and softly cooing at him, stroking his feathers and cradling him like a baby.
Chloe rolled her eyes, walking over to Cassie. ”If we bring him, you’ll have to keep carrying him and that’ll only slow us down, let’s just leave him here with some food and water and take care of him when we get back,” she suggested and sharply gestured towards the exist.
Cassie didn’t seem amused, instead she glared at Chloe and cradled the bird even closer to her chest. ”We can’t do that! That’s cruel, we need to stay with him and keep him safe,” she decided with a firm nod of her head.
Chloe made a face, folding her arms. ”Oh yeah and what happens if we do run into trouble, huh? He’ll be in even more danger if we take him, just leave him here, it’s not like he’s completely helpless, he’ll probably enjoy resting here for awhile before flying back to Roguegulf,” she stated.
Cassie huffed again. ”We can’t leave him here, what if mom finds him? I’m not going to let mother hurt him because we weren’t here to protect him,” she said stubbornly.
Chloe could tell that she wasn’t about to budge and let out an irritated sigh, turning on her feet to look back over at her older sister. ”Cauli, can you please explain to her that we can’t take Kukura with us?” She pleaded.
Cassie let out an irritated huff of her own and hurried over to stand beside Chloe, glaring at her. ”His name is Kuruka!” she started before focusing on Cauli, staring up at her with wide eyes. ”Can we please take him with us? I’ll watch him, I promise,” she claimed, lifting Kuruka up a little to let Cauli see him, as if that would help her win.
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 1, 2021 3:25:08 GMT -5
Cauliflower de Vil
daughter of cruella and prince penguin
Oh, this was a predicament that Cauli had not anticipated. She should have, considering they would need to do something with the bird. Cauli didn’t feel right leaving him here at Hell Hall, even if Cruella wasn’t home all that often, Cauli feared that this would be the one time their mother came home, and if she saw that an animal was here, an animal with such fine plumage as Kuruka… Well, she didn’t want to be the reason the pirate crew lost yet another member. She didn’t want Kuruka’s blood on her hands as well. Yet, at the same time, she wasn’t sure how well it would turn out for any of them if they brought the large bird with them. He seemed rather frazzled, and from what she knew about him his intelligence levels were rather low, even for a bird - not that birds were inherettly dumb creatures, Cauli would never say that - so trying to get him across Cane and then to where Rilla was would surely be a hassle. So really, Cauli had no idea what answer she should go with.
But that was just how it always was - she never knew the right answer, never had a steady mind about her that made decisions easy. She was always searching for ways to get out of decision making, ways to make somebody else pick for her, and with the job she had, that wasn’t exactly a positive thing. It was a hindrance really, a nuisance more than anything.
Cauli sighed. Rilla would be able to make this decision. Anybody else would be able to make this decision. This was yet another prime example of how terrible she was, how useless she was. She couldn’t even figure out what to do with a bird.
Though, for as much as she knew it would be a lot of extra work to bring Kuruka with them, the thought of having his blood on her hands as well dealt more damage than what she expected would come from bringing him along. Plus, he seemed tired, frazzled and maybe hard to handle, but surely he wouldn’t be too hard to control, especially since Cassie seemed adamant about watching him during their trip.
Okay, alright, she had made her decision.
She just hoped it wouldn’t cause Chloe to be angry or upset with her.
Taking a breath to calm the rushing thoughts in the back of her mind, Cauli looked between her two sisters and the bird. ”I don’t think it would be too much trouble to bring him with us. I really would hate running the risk of mom coming home and...finding him…” The image of them coming home to see Kuruka’s featherless corpse in the floor wasn’t one that Cauli wanted to have seared in her memory forever. She wanted to avoid that at all costs. Even if the chances of that happening were low, there was still a chance, and that was a chance she wanted to stay far, far away from. ”Just be sure to really watch him, okay, Cassie?” There was no reason for Cauli to think that her sister wouldn’t watch out for the bird, but she needed to make sure Cassie was completely serious about watching Kuruka.
With that having been settled, Cauli gave one last look to her siblings and the bird. ”I’m just gonna go get a few things, it shouldn’t take me long.” She stood there for a moment longer to give her sisters time for a response, but not wanting to waste too much time, she soon turned and headed up towards her room, wanting to quickly grab her book, extra money, and anything else she might find up there that could potentially be useful on a trip like this.
As soon as Cauli gave the all clear, allowing Cassie to bring along Kuruka, Cassie sent Chloe a victorious smile, grin so smug that Chloe almost forgot it was Cassie.
In return, Chloe rolled her eyes. ”Yeah you win, but don’t come crying to me when your arms get tired and you don’t want to hold him anymore, I’m not helping you,” she stated with a pointed look. Not that she really could help her in the first place, it was kind of hard to hold a giant bird like Kuruka with only one arm, but that really wasn’t the point here.
Cassie stuck out her tongue in response. ”You’re just upset that m-Cauli’s letting me bring him,” she said, quick to fix the slip up she had started to make. Honestly, it wasn’t hard for Chloe to piece together what her twin was originally going to say. Cruella wasn’t exactly the best mother figure, she might’ve birthed them all, but beyond that, she didn’t really do any of the things that moms were supposed to do. She didn’t make them lunch or kiss their booboos, she didn’t tell them stories to help them fall asleep at night or tuck them into bed, she had never done any of that.
Honestly, Chloe wasn’t even sure Cruella had cared when...when she lost her arm.
However where Cruella was lacking, Cauli had picked up the pieces. Sure there was Rilla too, and Rilla certainly helped, but Rilla wasn’t home as often, and she just didn’t quite have that nurturing soft side that Cauli did.
In a lot of ways, despite only being two years older than them, Cauli was more of a mom to them than Cruella ever was.
Still, slip up or not, Chloe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Cassie. ”Yeah, sure, whatever,” she told her and put her focus back on Cauli, nodding when Cauli said she needed to go grab a few things before leaving.
That wasn’t actually half a bad idea, Chloe hadn’t really put too much effort into figuring out what they should bring with them, but chances were, this was going to be more of an all day drink, they probably would need more than just the clothes on their bodies and one dumb bird. ”I might grab some stuff too,” she decided, checking to see if that was alright with Cauli and Cassie before running off to go collect a small bag of things she thought they might need, like a pocket knife, or a gun with no bullets - since bullets were notoriously hard to come by, nowadays - or maybe like, some snacks or something in case they got hungry.
It wasn’t long until she had collected together a small bag of things and ran back to the main entrance of Hell Hall, nodding to Cassie as she approached. ”Cauli back yet?” She asked and Cassie shook her head.
”Not yet, but I’m sure she will be soon,” Cassie said and Chloe nodded in response, the two of them waiting by the front door for when Cauli would come.
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Cloudy Sky: Seeing the name gave me flashbacks to certain events that happened about two weeks ago.
Jun 22, 2021 4:51:35 GMT -5
Violetsky: Her name is Tika. She's a Cymric, or long-haired Manx.
Jun 22, 2021 6:27:08 GMT -5
Violetsky: I left the gel pack in the freezer overnight and now it's a solid thick sheet of ice.
Jun 22, 2021 6:32:05 GMT -5
Violetsky: Cymric is the technical term for a Manx cat that has long hair.
Jun 22, 2021 13:48:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: Technically they are Manx's as well; they are not a separate breed but an alternative variety of traditional Manx's, which are short-haired. They're also called longhair Manx's.
Jun 22, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
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Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5