forum Descendants: But Better (Hero kids are open!)

Started August 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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Acacia smiled looking right at Emmeline. "Good. Who else is with me?" She asks finally breaking eye contact and looking at the rest of the group.

“I’m in, if I hadn’t made it clear,” Quentin added. “I tend to speak nonsense sometimes.” He smirked.

Tundra had sat in her room bored for long enough. She had no idea what those villain kids were doing and figured it might be best to find and eavesdrop on them, just to make sure they weren't doing anything bad. Yeah, now where would they be. She thought she heard a lot of voices from nearby, they must be in one of the female's bedroom.

Eris finished reorganizing the majority of her room and scribbled something on her arm, which was covered in similar scribbles. She used to keep a journal in order to remember things, but there wasn't any use in a journal if she forgot to check it. After her roommate… Icecube, or whatever, left, she let out a sigh of relief and hopped out the window. It was much easier than going down the stairs, in her opinion.

Acacia nodded. "We should try to befriend some hero kids. That way we fit in more," She said a smile still on her face.

Emmeline shrugged, ”We may have a foot in the door with Adidas's sassy roommate. Though with her attitude she may have done well for herself on the Isle.” She smirked. Perhaps I can use this as an opportunity… These heroes usually love a good sob story. ”Oh, and Quentin. If you're interested at all; those cards make excellent spies.”

“That does sound like an interesting way to gain information,” Quentin said agreeably. “I like it. Now we just have to find heroes either naive or dumb enough to befriend one of us.”

“The roommate would work but we should also target children of the higher ups,” She suggests then looks at Quentin. “I don’t think that would be very hard.”

Tundra heard the voices of the villain kids get louder. They must be planning something right? Maybe if she ratted them out to the other kids they would like her more. Or maybe she should just help the villain kids…. Nope not doing that.

Quentin shrugged. “Maybe not for a sane person,” he sighed, seeming almost wistful for a moment before snapping back to his regular, smirking, self so quickly it almost seemed like his expression hadn’t even changed.

Emmeline gave a soft smile. ”C'est peut-être ains but sometimes being sane can be boring.” She raised a mischievous brow, ”Perhaps you can show these heroes how fun it can be to break the rules and be mad. Just hold back on the beheading.” She winked playfully.

Quentin laughed a little, but his eyes revealed that he was still upset. “Yeah, that could be fun,” he mused. “Being mad does have its perks.”

Adis popped up, sitting on the dresser. "Damn it, need to get the landing right." They muttered, vanishing then reappearing leaning against beforementioned dresser. "So, what's going on?"

“Discussing plans, you know, typical villain kid stuff,” Quentin replied, glancing at Adis.

"Oh fun, I'm going to kill Hercules and Megara," Adis said nonchalantly.

Quentin giggled. “Sounds festive,” he said. “I would love to see Alice’s head be separated from her body.”

Emmeline rolled her eyes. ”Death is so final and short-sighted. It only takes a brief moment. The feeling won't last more than a few days, at best.” she explained. ”I have no qualms about it, of course. But I prefer something… more. Something that would leave the ”hero” in agony for the rest of time.” Emmeline’s eyes flashed a dark gold and her smile turned dangerous.

“Then, pray tell, what exactly are you thinking of?” Quentin asked, raising an eyebrow and resting his chin on his fist. He had to admit that he was intrigued.

Tundra's eyes kept getting bigger. These kids wanted to kill people. She should have known, but she never thought it would be like that. Quietly, she tip toed away from the door back to her room to figure out what to do with this new found knowledge.

(Would it be realistic for them to feel a slight chill from her being around? Or is her magic not haywire anymore?"

(Ah, those good old days when we were useful. Suddenly, those good old days are gone.)

(Too long we’ve been rusting! Needing so much more than dusting!)