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[american-dragon]

I’m Looking For Something Dumb to Do... || Dragonfish

with appearances by Haley and Fu

In which Jake and Deb pack up their things to move to New York… and forget to do something very important which prompts them to do something kinda crazy 

@deb-the-damsel @dragon-prodigy

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[deb-the-damsel]

alwcys-with-you​:

Target Practice | Open#

“I mean you definitely have to have magic. You have to have the ability. This keyblade just sort of…” he had to think really hard about what the word was in english. Japanese would be so much more helpful in the moment. But he didn’t think she knew…and anyway, Sora could find the word.

It took him a minute. “It channels. That’s it. It channels my magic and stuff.” 

Sora’s eyes bugged out, a delighted smile lighting up his face. “He can turn into a dragon? That’s soooo cool!” He wanted to meet this guy. That was honestly the coolest thing he’d ever heard. “Yeah it comes out of here once I say the name of the spell and focus on how I want to channel the water. Okay quick…tell me how you want me to use the water. I can use it like a forceful blast, or have it sort of pour…or make it emerge like a wave. The key’s to like…picture exactly what you want.”

Right. Inherant ability. That had come up a lot in Deb’s research. Like, some potion ingredients could technically be gathered by regular people but that alone wasn’t enough to infuse a mixture with the magic it needed. There had to be a little something extra about you to make it happen. It was genetic a lot of the time, so Deb wasn’t sure where all her weirdness came from, but it was probably in the family lineage somewhere. 

“He can turn into a dragon!” Deb chirped, delighted. “He can do like, just his arm or whatever, like just his head so that he can breathe fire. Jake Long American Dragon! Kind of, not yet. But probably!” She kept having to be careful to not get ahead of herself, but in Deb’s mind there was just no way the job went to anyone else. “Oooh a wave! I like waves, like the beach!” Spells and blades and whatnot, she hadn’t seen a lot of tis type of magic.

[deb-the-damsel]

twentytanya​:

Fine Line | Open

Tanya laughed cruelly. If she was going to get a whiny little answer like that, she was going to give a whiny little response. These were the people that really made her laugh. The ones who were so stubbornly committed to fairness that it made their heads implode when they saw people do otherwise. 

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that?” Tanya mimicked, making her voice high and immature. “Guess what? Life’s not fair. Get over it.” There. That should get her what she was looking for.

Deb cocked her head to the side and frowned at the other woman, brows furrowed. This was one of those people who were just mean, wasn’t it? Jake had tried explaining to her a few times but it still didn’t really make sense to her. Why would you just... Be mean? Apparently they found it fun. But y’know, Deb actually knew very well that life wasn’t fair, and that didn’t mean she had to stand for being cut in front of at Hatters. 

“First of all, if this is some new trendy joke then I’m not keeping up with that stuff nearly as well as I thought, but if you are just being mean then...? Ok?” Deb shrugged, “I’m not going to fight you, I’m literally just gonna tell Pip you cut in line and he’ll serve me first, and I’ll order some elaborate thing like I usually do and it will take forever and you’ll just have to sulk I guess.” 

[twentytanya]

Fine Line | Open

Tanya hated weekends. During the week, she could mostly just hang around school and be low-level annoying– the environment of secondary school did most of her work for her. But Saturdays and Sundays, she had to get creative. She was feeling a little more faint than usual today, so she decided to go for one of her tried-and-true tricks: the good old line jump.

There was a long line at Hatter’s. Perfect. Tanya identified her target, someone who looked exhausted and caffeine-starved. Probably had been waiting in line for a while. And then she made her move, stepping right in front of them with absolutely no explanation. “Hmmm, what should I order?” she wondered aloud, as though she hadn’t just broken the number one rule of line courtesy.

[fit check]

[deb-the-damsel]

Y’know, when you were unemployed and not in school and just kind of hanging around waiting until you and your boyfriend could move to New York, time started to move around weird. Somehow you were awake doing nothing until 5am and then Jake was calling asking you to to ocme hang out and help him pack stuff over the weekend. 

So Deb was stopping at hatters on the way over to get Jake a juice and herself the biggest and most caffinated iced coffee they could legally sell her. She didn’t mind the line, gave her time to put on some lipgloss and and try to tame her hair, but then someone cut in front of her. “Hey!” She huffed, crossing her arms, “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that?”

[outfit]

[deb-the-damsel]

alwcys-with-you​:

Target Practice | Open

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Sora couldn’t help but grin as he realized that this girl didn’t have a problem with his magic. She wasn’t even upset that he bumped into her. Awesome! He loved it when people had such positive energy. He instantly warmed up to that.

“Yeah! I’m a battle mage, so that’s like only one of the things I can sort of channel through this.” He held up his keyblade, delighted to be able to share his abilities with someone.

“I can do like lightning…though the name to use to cast it is thunder…don’t ask me why,” he snorted. “Then there’s fire and water and ice as you saw…” he beamed. “Want me to try another? I’m trying to practice though so it might be a little wild.”

She was probably supposed to be cool- pun very much intended- about magic by now, but Deb simply refused to not be amazed by the things people were capable of. 

Battle mage. Now that was new. Ice she’d seen, but what was a battle mage? Was it kind of like being the american dragon? Her eyes widened as he reeled off the list of things he could do- “is it all that thing? “ She asked, gesturing to the blade, “or like, do you have to inherintly be able to do it?” 

She clapped her hands! “That’s awesome! My boyfriend can do fire, but like, he can turn into a dragon so that tracks. How does water work? Does it come out of the end of the blade thingie?”

[alwcys-with-you]

Target Practice | Open

Sora was feeling restless. The first big attempt at splitting himself and Roxas was a collosal failure. He felt more like himself again, but he remembered days of feeling weird and moody and it…was…awful. 

So he was going to do something to get rid of the low energy feelings and bleh. He was going to practice with his keyblade! He practically bounced out of his apartment, waving a cheerful goodbye to his roommate and headed out in the direction of the forest.

It had been a while since he’d practiced his magic, which meant of course he would need a serious warm up. He started off just swinging the blade around at things, not really hitting the trees (no need to offend the fairies or anything). He then started focusing on the magic. “Blizzara!” He yelled, channeling a chunk of ice that fell down and nearly hit his head. “AH!”

Okay so he needed to work on his aim. He dodged around the giant blocks of ice that was almost like hail. He was so intent on dodging he didn’t see anyone close by and tumbled right into them with a big oof. “Oh woah. Sorry! Didn’t see you there!”

[deb-the-damsel]

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Swynlake. Every time Deb thought she was starting to understand the place, it did something to throw citizens around again. Was it weird to say she’d miss the unpredictable alternate realities? Sometimes they were scary, but they kept things interesting. She’d just have to do that herself when they went to New York. Be the fun little unpredictable thing. 

For now, she appeased the need for New with a walk along some of the forest trails, since the forest was always changing! Little mushrooms and pretty flowers she’d never seen before and all the birds!

And then some guy who could like, summon ice! A lot of it!! Deb was so excited she didn’t even realize how close she’d wandered until he bumped into her. She held out her hands to steady him, laughing. “It’s ok, I’m ok! I shouldn’t have gotten so close probably, just like, wow! Ice! Sorry, that was very cool. Can you do anything else or is it just ice?”

[deb-the-damsel]

northwestxprincess​:

In all honesty, Pacifica had forgotten she’d still carried them until this conversation. When she was in the States, it had been a great conversational piece whenever she’d met someone she thought it worth supporting as it made them grateful to her. When she’d arrived here in Swynlake, she had just never cleared them out out of habit. 

It was…odd to know that the habit had come in handy once again. And it was with someone who, if this did help her, would probably be both grateful, and highly positioned enough to be useful to Pacifica and the Northwests. If she made it back to the States. 

“It…helps that I grew up in it. It’s a strange world, and its very different from here. But its possible to learn what you need to do, and having Jake there will make it simpler.” Since that boy thought that Deb hung the stars in the sky and put laughter into the world, she couldn’t see him leaving Deb out to dry. At least, not until the political pressure got to him a little bit more. But who knew? Maybe it would actually work. She clearly had no clue how the world worked anymore. 

“Jake knows how to get ahold of me if anything comes up.”

Grew up in it. Right. In a world where what you said mattered and people were always watching you, waiting to use your own words against you. Funnily enough, Deb... Well, she got that. The context was markedly different of course, but she did already kno whow it felt to have eyes on her. She had tried a handful of times over the years to act nice and Normal and not seeing a girl no one else didi, but it had never really helped much so she probably wasn’t a great actress. 

Maybe this would be easier. She wasn’t trying to be that person, she was still Deb With Magic, but now she just had to be smart enough to be Jake’s Nice Girlfriend, too. Strange, how much she could end up having in common with a girl who seemed to be from a totally different world. 

She’d forgotten. She was used to people tearing her down, making snippy little comments because they thought she was too silly to pay attention. She could steel herself for that again. Deb clutched her phone with renewed reverence, that smooth piece of card lodged in the back the first little physical hint that her life was about to change forever. “I get it.” She nodded, “people watching you all the time, waiting for you to say something they can use.” Her smile turned weary for a moment, and she shrugged, “just got to be careful. I can do that. Probably.” Mention of Jake- as it always did- helped her brighten back up. “I’m sure we can make it work. And we’ve got Fu too, he won’t let us make total idiots of ourselves. At least, he’ll try.”

[deb-the-damsel]

northwestxprincess​:

Nice? She didn’t know that she had ever thought in terms of Jenna being nice. Honestly, she didn’t think she’d had a personal conversations with Jenna in all of their years together that wasn’t directly about her, which didn’t seem like what Deb was asking. Since Deb was, unlike her, nice. 

“She’s very good at her job. And part of that is making sure that you are happy as her clients and that you have a good relationship.” Which in terms of a professional relationship was almost the same thing as nice. Right? it seemed nice enough. Hopefully that answered the question for Deb. 

Pulling out her purse, she pulled out one of Jenna’s business cards and handed it over. “It wouldn’t hurt to send her an email. Let her know that I referred you, and I’ll send my own confirmation so she knows you can be trusted. If you have the information, you can make a decision afterward. 

What would happen, if her parents heard about everything? Deb and Jake had decided they could pretty much go screw themselves and she wasn’t going to volunteer any information, they’d lost the right to have access to her life, but if it was on the news or something? There was no way they’d care enough to do anything, right?

Deb just didn’t want them crashing about and ruining the life she had made for herself. Maybe it wasn’t perfect and she still had a lot to figure out, but she was excited about where she was going! 

She wasn’t sure if being good at your job made you nice, but like, being good at your job was probably more important right? In this situation at least, where Deb needed someone to look out for her. She hoped she was also nice, though. “Right. Well, that’s like the bit that’s meant to matter to me anyway, right?” She never really knew what questions she was supposed to be asking. Of course it was more important for her to be good at her job than to be nice. Maybe she really did need a publicist to stop her saying stupid things like this all the time.

“Oh wow, you just carry those around huh? That’s really organized.” Deb really should organize her purse too, she had so much random stuff in it. (Not enough cards so half the slots were just photos of her and Jake, but those could stay.) She took the card and slipped it into the back of her phone case, so she wouldn’t loose it in her bag. “Email, okay. Well thanks, really I- ‘hah, I don’t really know what I’m doing, ever. Which I guess is pretty obvious, so this is probably a good idea y’know? I don’t wanna mess anything up for Jake.”

[deb-the-damsel]

sanmononoke:

oh-phineas:

I Scream, You Scream | Phandeb [Summer Paired Thread]

Did Phineas actually have any experience fixing cars? Well… debatable. 

He was in the early stages of fixing up the car Lawrence had gifted him for his graduation, but that car was… well, Phineas wasn’t sure, but it did not seem like a normal car. Still, Phineas knew some of the basics. And, worst case scenario, he could push a car. (He might need a little help, but he could)

“I’ll help!” Phineas announced. The ice cream truck driver looked at him skeptically. Phineas looked around at the other concerned customers. “On one condition: free ice cream. For me, and whoever else helps. Who’s with me?” Phineas looked around, gesturing for people to agree with him.

The driver sighed and shook his head. “Aren’t you a little young to be fixing ice cream trucks?”

Phineas just smiled triumphantly. “Why, yes. Yes I am.”

@sanmononoke @deb-the-damsel

San looked between the other older people outside, they seemed to know what they were doing. She didn’t know much about the inner workings of a van and why it would stop working, but she knew that on a hot day like this the ice cream would melt pretty quickly… 

But if they got it to the mechanic place, the ice cream would be free to them. Which was great because San didn’t have much money on her. It all worked out! Well, except for the other kids who can’t physically help.

“Yeah, we can push it to where it can get fixed.”

Without missing a beat, San walked around to the back of the van and gave a big push. Pressing her hands against the rusted back door, she channeled the werewolf strength inside. The vehicle lurched, moved a few feet, and then stopped. San let go and took a breath. Maybe it was a little harder than she thought it would be… wha she didn’t know is how brakes work. “Well, where are we pushing it? We have to go before the ice cream melts!” 

@deb-the-damsel @oh-phineas

Deb did know the way to the mechanic, because she knew the way to everywhere in town. She’d spent her first few months here obsessed with learning the place, because it was the first place she ever got to learn! She couldn’t technically drive but like, in theory she knew what all the pedals and stuff were. (She’d thought about learning, but since she and Jake were heading off to America soon it made more sense to wait and learn properly there.) 

It would be a fun story to tell Jake later actually, that she’d spent her afternoon rescuing an ice cream van. Free ice cream was a hell of an inscentive, too! 

She watched, astounded as the other girl managed to make the van move forward all on her own. “Woah! You’re like super strong! I know where the mechanics place is, it should probably be possible to push it there- espeically if we get ice cream after!” Deb turned to the other boy with them, “do you know how to drive? I know where the pedals are and like, honestly it doesn’t seem that hard, but I could be wrong. I guess since it’s broken someone just needs to steer it, right?”

@oh-phineas​ @sanmononoke​

[deb-the-damsel]

exsqueak--me​:

Table for Two || OPEN

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Hello, it was weird girl Deb! 

Pip meant this as a compliment. There was weird (derogatory) and then weird! (complimentary). Theatre kids always fell in the latter, and Deb had theatre-kid-weird energy about her. Pip was lowkey obsessed with her hair and fashion sense and totally heart eyes of her relationship with Jake Long, like, number one shipper, thank you! Which might come as a surprise since Boba joked that Deb was his enemy. But that was all part of the act. 

“Oh my god, you would think, but no,” said Pip, ready to launch into another rant. “Most of them are shitty budgeters and are spending all their money on the Tipton and like, the overpriced magic souviners, so they skimp on shit like tipping. Especially the American ones, who cannot figure out the conversion rate to pounds if their life depended on it. Thank god Hatter pays me like, a decent salary or I’d basically be doing slave labor during these shifts, you know?” 

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Tourists were just a weird concept in geneal, she thought, but also she totally got it. There were a lot of places to see right? She just wasn’t sure why so many people wanted to see Swynlake, it wasn’t even that big?! And like she’d heard about this place in Chicago with a giant bean sculpture?? Ridiculous, she had to see that. What did Swynlake have really? Well, magick people she supposed, but it wasn’t as if a lot of them were just floating about doing tricks, except at like Pixie’s.

“They don’t tip?!” Deb said it maybe a little too loud, but honestly she didn’t care if any of them heard, maybe they’d go back up to the counter and put some cash in the jar if she shamed them. “That’s like, super inconsiderate. Like hello if I’m going to make you put three extra pumps of vanilla in every latte I get and you’re not allowed to say anything judgemental about that, of course I’m gonan tip you, it’s only fair.” She huffed and sipped her drink- which was not an absurdly vanilla latte today, but she felt the point stood because she had also requested that they only give her cute little strawberries- “I hope when I get a job it isn’t the tipping kind because I’d probably get super obsessive about it.”

[deb-the-damsel]

northwestxprincess​:

That was…curious. Pacifica herself hadn’t discovered much, but to be frank, she hadn’t looked that hard. She was too tired from everything she was trying to keep track of to worry about a deep social media dive on a woman she was only tangentially connected to anyway. But the fact that Deb could make that statement so confidently implied a lot more layers than she had initially guessed. 

But, at this point, she had said what she could. She had put forward her warning, she had offered her advice, and now it was up to whether or not Deb would take it. She couldn’t make the girl do anything. Even if she was right. But its not like anyone was actually listening to her anyway these days. 

“Depends on how much people like Jake and like you. If they like you, they’ll want to know a lot - and even if they can’t find information that’s true, they might be willing to make up guesses. It’s al about whether mention of you generates clicks. But it can be a little hard to predict at times, so I couldn’t say for certain.” That’s what publicists were for. To say for certain. 

The girls from the secondary might have something to say about how weird she was; talking to an invisible friend, dressing funny. But they also couldn’t deny that she’d ended up with the captain of their football team, so evidently not so weird that the whole school had agreed with their assessment. 

She wanted people to like her, mostly because if they didn’t that might make things harder for Jake, and it was important that people liked him because he was going to hold a position with a lot of power. (Whether he ended up American Dragon or not, Deb knew his goals hinged on an involvement with the political sphere, making differences.) Jake was so likeable anyway, she didn’t want to be the thing that brought his reputation down. Maybe she could do an interview or two, but just have a rule that she wouldn’t talk about the past before Swynlake. It was hardly relevant anyway, since Swynlake was where she’d met Jake.

“Everyone likes Jake.” Deb shrugged, “I’m a little more marmite, I think. I don’t really care if they want to make stuff up about me, that might actually be kind of funny.” She took a deep breath, drumming her fingers agaisnt the table top, “this publicist you know, are they nice?”

[philip-seville-archive]

Table for Two || OPEN

It was peak Hatter’s Summer Hours aka: hell!!!!!!!!!!!

Thankfully, it was also Pip’s break. He had quickly made himself a special little frappe of his own creation and punched out for what would be thirty minutes of bliss away from the hustle-bustle of the Hatter’s queue and hot AF backroom (seriously, no air conditioning). However, as soon as he ripped off his apron and Hatter’s Hat (lol), he saw his least favourite thing: a packed cafe. 

There was one free chair left at a table with someone already at it. Oh well!

Pip pranced up and pulled the chair up. “Hey, you don’t mind if I sit here, right? Good!” And he plopped down before they could object and started gabbing, “Ugh, I swear, weekend afternoons during tourist season are the worst!” 

[deb-the-damsel]

Deb had gotten like, really good at waiting in line for things. Which may not seem a big deal but for most of her life she had never had to wait for anything ever! So it had been an adjustment, but now she kinda like queues. It gave her a chance to talk to new people and see what everyone else was buying, which might help her decide what she wanted!

Lots of people were ordering juices today- and that made sense, hello, it was so hot!- so she ended up getting some fizzy purple looking thing that had strawberries in it and tasted kinda lemon-y. And also a cakepop! Just because she loved those. She grabbed a few notes from her purse and stuffed them in the tip jar, then found herself a little table in the corner whereshe took out the friendship bracelet she was weaving- to send to Kiara- to keep working on it. 

It wasn’t long before someone was snagging the seat opposite her, but Deb really didn’t mind- especially since she recognized him from behind the counter! After that queue he deserved a place to sit. “Sure!” Deb grinned at him, taking a sip of her drink and nodding, “yeah, I can see you guys have been insanely busy. I remember when I first move dhere and saw tourist season for the first time it was like, woah, people come here just to see the place for a few days? Wild. I hope tourists tip well, at least.”

[sanmononoke]

oh-phineas​:

I Scream, You Scream | Phandeb [Summer Paired Thread]

It was the best time of day: when the ice cream truck arrived at the lake. 

When he heard the sound of the familiar jingle, Phineas popped up from where he was building an epic sandcastle with a couple of kids (whose parents appreciated the free babysitting) and didn’t waste any time getting in line, promising over his shoulder that he’d be back soon. A day at the lake was fun, but a day at the lake with ice cream? Even better.

As the truck pulled in, Phineas noticed something was wrong. It ground to a halt, but not in the smooth, easy way it usually did. And the driver looked extremely annoyed.

“Hold on, everyone, don’t get too excited,” the driver said, walking out of the truck and around to the hood. He peeked underneath and groaned. “Yup, she’s finally gone and died on me.”

Phineas looked around, alarmed. “Died?”

@deb-the-damsel @sanmononoke

San had heard of the musical van that gave ice cream to children. While she didn’t quite get how it held all the ice cream and it didn’t melt on such a hot day… she wasn’t going to question the magic of it. 

So when the magical vessel of ice cream shuttered and skid, shattering the fantasy, San was disappointed. Peeking into the belly of the beast, she saw nothing that she understood. Yep, looked dead to her. She didn’t voice her disappointment like the mass of children that had swarmed, but she looked to the biggest kid who did. 

“Yes. It’s no longer living.” 

@deb-the-damsel​ @oh-phineas​

[deb-the-damsel]

Ice cream was an essential Summer experience

Deb had always heard lthe jingles living at home but had never known what it was, but now she did she was obsessed. Trucks that just drove around full of ice cream?! Inovative. Fascinating. Excellent. She liked the cones and the sprinkles and all the cool sauce you could put on top. (Strawberry was her favorite. THe ice cream man liked her because she got a ridiculous amount of stuff and never huffed about what it ended up costing.)

So naturally, she was around as often as possible for when the ice cream truck swung by the lake. But all was not as smooth as vanilla when he pulled up today.

“But what about the ice cream?” Deb said, joining the swarm of people who had already wandered over- she put herself towards the couple of older people in the crowd rather than staying with the kids. “Do you have any tools or anything? Maybe we could help push it to the mechanic...”

@oh-phineas @sanmononoke

[deb-the-damsel]

northwestxprincess​:

“You don’t get both.” it wasn’t said to be mean. For Pacifica, it was a flat statement of fact. Water was wet. Chanel was fashion. Connection to celebrity and money meant interviews and public scrutiny. She didn’t see any point in offering any kind of false comfort since that was just another form of lie.

Although it was almost fascinating that she didn’t want to be famous at all. Most people did until they found out what it meant and what the actual cost was. She didn’t know if that meant Deb would handle it better or worse now that it was coming her way. 

“It will most likely die down relatively quickly as attention spans are short. But if you truly don’t want any information out there and you want to hide from this, you hire a professional and you start preparing now. The public attention hurts a lot less than the surprise does. So protect yourself from being surprised.”

If this was what she had to deal with to keep Jake, could she do it? She loved him. Being together in America might have her parents finding out exactly where she was and what she was doing. They might stick with their insanity narrative. That wouldn’t look good, would it? Jake Long and his crazy girlfriend. 

But he was the magick protector! And she was a magick, so they could bloody well sod off. People weren’t stupid. They weren’t going to side with the parents who’d shipped their daughter off to another city without them because they didn’t want to deal with her. If this was the stuff that came with being with Jake, she’d handle it. Just like she’d handled everything else.

And Pacifica said it would die down quick! So Deb would just have to put up with it for a while and play nice and smile and everything would be fine. The Order probably handled publicity stuff on Jake’s end, right? Maybe she should ask him about that. “Ok...” Deb took a deep breath and nodded, staring at her half melted bowl of ice cream. “I mean, it all kinda hinges on how deep they dig anyway. Technically speaking there isn’t even any readily available information about me up until I arrived in Swynlake, and even after that I was homeschooled so there’s not a whole lot of adults they can ask about me.”