Emmeline crossed her arms with a scowl, ”You are completely infuriating, Adis.”
She wouldn't show it yet, but the prospect of getting her magic back was beyond her best dreams. Though she agreed with Acacia, also needing to back. She didn't say anything more, just marching back to her mother's home to pack quickly.
"I like surprises as well as the next god." He smirked, dashing into the tower and coming out with a large sythe.
”Well it was since I hope to see none of you at the car, ” Acacia calls as she quickly walked off.
Quentin rolled his eyes. “Fat chance of that,” he muttered. “I suppose I should go pack now, so ta ta!” He strolled in the other direction.
Once she was certain no one else could see her, Emmeline broke into a full-on run. Her mother preferred to live a bit more isolated from the busier parts of the Isle. She had a few theories as to why her maman made that choice but she never brought them up. Finally, she approached the door and immediately told her what had just happened and began to pack.
Once at the house Acacia tells her mother about what happened. They both immediately start to pack her a bag.
Quentin and his mother had an heated debate even though they had more or less the same opinion on the subject, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. He packed his things quickly and haphazardly, but managed to fit everything he needed into one bag.
Kiro sat in the back of a rather large ominous looking vehicle. Annoyed per usual at his current predicament. Why he was being forced to leave this perfectly good isle was beyond him, but the prospect of getting his magic back had been to much to pass up. His body ached to feel the wind under it once more. Not that he would tell anyone about that.
Kiro sighed, glancing down at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. "They're late." He muttered, tapping a long thin finger against his knee, the only sign of his anxious need to get past the barrier.
“Who’s late?” Quentin asked, appearing beside the vehicle with his bag. He grinned.
Once Tundra arrived home, she found out her mother had already found out and had packed her books already. Tundra grabbed the bag before hugging her mom. It probably would be a long time before they would see each other again. After saying there good byes, Tundra ran down to where the vehicle was supposed to be. She couldn't wait to get off the isle. Upon arrival she spotted the son of Maleficent and the son of the Queen of Hearts, and she said nothing to add to their conversation and got in the car.
Acacia walked to the Vehicle with an old suitcase, backpack, and purse. She put her suitcase in the trunk and got into the car staying as far from Tundra as possible.
Emmeline wasn't one for material possessions, so the actual packing didn't take long. It was more the run to and from the edge of the Forbidden Forest than anything. Once finished, she really only had one bag full of necessities and a small bundle of books. Before she left her mother gave Emmeline her emerald ring and a confusing bit of advice.
Since she didn't have time to argue she simply said, ”Je t'aime, maman.”
Fortunately she was not the last to arrive.
Kiro stayed silent, looking down his pert nose at the others that crammed themselves into the car. He couldn't wait to get out of here. This nonsense was only necessary for the time being. Once they reached the outside world he would wreak havoc upon anything. That's what magic was for right? At least, that what he used his for.
Quentin put his stuff in the back and got in as well, a bit excited if truth be told. Living with his mother was actually quite stifling, in his opinion, and he was ready to experience something new.
"Ugh, I want to get out of here so bad!" Adis had gotten into the car without anyone noticing, somehow. Their eyes were shining with excitement and they had their scythe strapped to their back alon with a few books and other things.
“Me too!” Quentin agreed. He was hard to read (being mad does tend to do that), but he was excited as well. “Anyone want to play cards while we wait?”
Emmeline raised a brow. “They’re letting you take that?” Referencing the weapon on Adis’s back.
"It's better to let me take it than to try and fight a god of death." They said with an unnerving smile.
She gave a dark chuckle, unfazed by the expression and not about to argue with that logic.
Speaking of logic; Emmeline found it fortunately lacking in the kingdom allowing such a powerhouse of VK’s access to their birthrights.
Kiro sighed through his nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment to settle himself. How was he supposed to deal with the rest of them? He mother had given him a specific mission for the outside and he was not going to mess it up on account of the hoodlums he was currently riding with. He really hoped that they left soon.
Since Quentin was bored and no one here seemed particularly fond of him, which he deemed not surprising in the least, he decided to take a nap. He fell asleep quickly and snored quite loudly, the ridiculous crown he was wearing almost making him look like King John’s son instead of the Queen of Hearts’ son as it fell further down his head.
Acacia took out a compact mirror from her purse. She opened it and tried out different smiles. Most of them made her look sweet.
Emmeline sat as still as possible, trying to look completely calm, though she was eagerly anticipating the feel of her magic returning. But as excited as she was…
”Does no one else find this a bit odd? Why are they letting anyone off the Isle, much less us in particular? And why now?” She had to ask.
It was very strange to her. A mad prince, a master manipulator, and the children of three of the top five most powerful villains in history.
(Which is which? Who is who? Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?)
"Who knows, maybe someone said 'Hey, remember all those kids who you trapped in a barely functioning society based on their heritage, yeah, those. I think we should probably let them out before they fester more hatred for this place and do what their parents did but actually go through with it?' or something."
Acacia shrugged. "they probably think they can fix us. Bringing in some troubled kids makes the royals look good," Acacia said before looking at Tundra. "Even your little 'heroes' can be manipulative."