#first starter woo

[sonorous-strings]

@chaosworthy liked for a starter!

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Sonar wouldn't necessarily call himself an outdoors man, but he had to admit the outskirts of the Shang Tu palace could look stunning in the morning light.

His being out here in the morning, though, meant that he was working. He had his own job, a primary source of income doled out by a very begrudging boss known for his stinginess in anything that wasn't literally elevating his position, but it still paid decently enough. But his current living situation was... also similarly begrudging, with his fiancee practically begging the Regent to let him live with her. Apparently the answer was a big, fat no, multiple times, and she nagged the Regent constantly until she gave in. That was a funny thought: Carol just... saying please over and over and over, an increasingly-weary sounding no from Neera in response.

So, there was a compromise. Sonar could stay with Carol in her temporary living space in the palace, but Neera wasn't going to "tolerate any more freeloaders", so he had to perform at least a few duties every week to at least contribute. And that was fine, really; his work at the Battlesphere didn't take up too much of his time and while Zao was famously upset about giving any sort of money to someone that wasn't himself, he at least paid somewhat decently. Everything worked itself out, in the end. And he could sense Neera had a heart, ice-cold as it was.

The white hedgehog found himself in a grassy park on the grounds, doing one of the more mundane tasks of looking for garbage. The grounds were open to the public, though entrance into the actual palace itself was typically restricted. And the people of Avalice were just like any other, like his own planet. They littered.

Oh, well. Things could be worse. He could be cleaning toilets or something.

But then a familiar-looking figure caught his eye, and after a few moments he realized he was staring, trying to place where he knew them from. He could feel his face flush just slightly when they noticed. Well, if he's been made, he might as well engage. He smiled to himself at that thought- Corazon's been rubbing off on him. "Yo!" he called, waving as he started towards them. "Sorry for staring, but you look really familiar and I can't put my finger on it."

[lechatcameback]

Flotsam + Jetsam

@cpt-jameshook​

The terrible Captain Hook, master of the Jolly Roger, scourge of Neverland. Quite a story. Not an unpopular one, either, so far as Théo could see. Had a starring role in that saccharine little film, and a persistent play. Not that either were true to life. (Or whatever it was they had, as Fables.) But that hardly mattered; believing, even with a few details out of place, was believing. And when it came to belief, even the richest Fable was a beggar, not a chooser. It wasn’t as if any of them could walk about making new stories for themselves, not here. There were no giants to slay, no kingdoms to conquer, no dragon hoards to steal. Just Fabletown. In Fabletown, New York, James Hook was the master of The Crusty Lemon and not much more. 

Still, somehow, he’d managed to keep that fearsome reputation sailing. All it took was a glare, the shine of the barlights along that nasty hook. Very intimidating. Only, Théo knew better - than to cause trouble, or believe any story or show so easily. He’d had a glimpse of what was lurking around in the Captain’s depths the first time Hook passed through The Lucky Pawn. James had found his way through all the trinkets and odds to a ship’s bell, all lovely, gleaming brass and salt-soaked wood. There, there, breaking the surface for just a moment: only a man. A lonely, miserable one at that. What was a captain without a crew or a ship to his name? Conveniently for Théo, James was willing to pay, and well, for the privilege of revisiting those days long lost. This little arrangement of theirs - Hook getting first look at any nautical curios abandoned to The Lucky Pawn - had stood for centuries, now. While The Crusty Lemon was far from Théo’s usual cup of tea, or rum as the case might be, he’d become fondly familiar of the place. As close as he’d come to being a cabin cat. Sidling silently up to the bar, Théo took an elegant lean on the counter, reaching into the soft leather satchel at his side. “Evening, Captain. Might I trouble you for my usual, and...” he set a neatly wrapped package on the scarred hardwood, as mysterious as that feline smile. "A few moments of your time?” 

[praeteritcs-blog]

Earth, was something that Shadow got use to after a couple of thousand years. How the Zaddoc got into the United States was beyond her; She was simply following a scent track that she found up north. Currently the sun was on her black back, Grass crunched under her paw as she buried her nose within the grass, noting it’s strange scent. A deep growl was pulled from her throat, Bi-colored optics looked up towards something in the distance. She couldn’t make out what it was.  A deep rumble was let out before she made her way forward, attempting to hide her six foot Alt mode within the somewhat tall grass. Her slow walk picked up into a medium trot, her ears soon were perked forward hearing noise. She should be cautious but Curiosity got to the old Zaddoc. her teeth scraped against a stone, making her Yelp rather loudly at the feeling that went up from the tooth.

Her Entire frame froze, Frag. She was normally more careful about that.

[avengerangramainyu-moved]

Vampires in a graveyard

“Why... won’t... these things... STOP?!” Avenger yelled, his dual weapons slicing through shambling corpse after shambling corpse. It seemed like for every one that he killed, three more came shooting up from the ground.

Whilst making his way to the center of the graveyard, he reflected on what had even brought him here. Dead Apostles were normally dealt with by the Church, or so his Master had told him.

However, there was apparently some real powerful one, which had recently appeared in London, and the Association really didn’t like that. So they had contacted his Master, she had flown over, and sent him on a little scouting mission.

A little scouting mission to a graveyard that was now filled with Ghouls, which he was still slicing down. And as he reached the center of the Graveyard, he saw... a girl, sitting on a tombstone?

He waved at her, calling out, “I don’t know who you are, but if you’re just going to sit there, I’ll gladly cut you down at well.” 

@gravekeepergray

[cc-sanchez]

“--Told ya I could, now pay up.”

[harleenightingale]

"You - yes, you - have you seen a Jack Russel anywhere, he's small, white, has a tail?"

[zoey-sargeant-blog]

Zoey sat in the great hall shoving food into her mouth with one hand and tapping her pencil angrily with the other. She poured herself over Divination homework, getting more frustrated by the second. "How am I supposed to know any of this shit?" she thought. She sighed displeased. "I give up!" She whispered. She shoved her parchment away from her and continued eating, murmuring angrily to herself when she heard someone stop walking behind her. She turned around.

[aaronofthewild]

Glee Club...

Well it was good, I think. Different but good. Of course Cheerleading went well as well. I could see myself staying here.