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Post by Dante Roscoe Fenix on Jul 31, 2012 1:09:19 GMT -5
Dante smirked at Monet's complement. It wasn't often he was complemented for his intelligence, and that was just because people were simpleminded idiots. People who simply looked at him and immediately judged him, they were the most fun to piss off. Especially when he got 'even' with them. Though that lead to the police questioning him, but it was worth it. Especially when they had no proof, and even if they did have any it was never enough.
The son of Roscoe nodded his head in agreement with Monet as she told him of her father and what his status really was. He had to agree with her, he wasn't a fan of good-guys, heroes and happy endings. Though he wasn't concerning himself with that right now, he was far more focused on Monet and the way she was standing, looking quite sexy and alluring to him. "So I guess that would make you Princess and future Queen. 'Princess Monet' and 'Queen Monet'. I like the sound of that, they both have a pleasant ring to them," Dante said smoothly.
When Monet looked behind her he followed her gaze to see her new friends deep in conversation. But one of them made small, white lightning bolts shoot from her hands. It was shocking, but only for a moment. Then again when you live in New York City you see a lot of weird things in your life. Dante's gaze feel back to the princess as she explained that she as well as the other villains were forming a posse and to him that meant a gang. He smirked at the thought, it sounded like fun, especially if Monet was leading.
A toothy grin spread across Dante's face as Monet placed her hand against his muscular arm as she flirted more with him as she spoke in a low and enticing tone. "Well Princess, I'd love to join, I'm always up for a little anarchy," Dante said. "Just as long as your around beautiful." He said in a husky tone as he looked down at Monet. Wrapping his muscular arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his muscular form. Stands of his long brown hair obscuring his face and green eyes a bit. Hardly even paying attention to the others, for he was far more focused on the beauty in-front of him.
(OOC: Hope you don't mind the small bit of God modding Monet. It just seemed right. XD This was just to good to pass up.)
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Post by Vanhi Thu'baan on Aug 1, 2012 1:08:57 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Vanhi jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding a scorching on Morgan's part. "You too, huh?" Vanhi chuckled once her cousin's lightning vanished. "I can't summon lightning yet, but I can light things on fire and summon flesh-eating zombies. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher took my crayons away because I was drawing during naptime. 'Bitch, give me my crayons back!' and the teacher was like 'Nuuu, they're mine now!'. So I waved my hands and summoned a zombie. And it ate my teacher. That's when I found out I was a necromancer.
But I never thought I'd meet another magician." Vanhi admitted. "For the longest time, I thought I was the last one or something along those lines. I'm so glad I'm wrong."
Amir's question momentarily took Vanhi's attention off her cousin. "Magic." she answered bluntly. Why do I have a bad feeling about this kid? she thought suspiciously.
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Post by Morgan Davis on Aug 1, 2012 2:48:43 GMT -5
A grin crossed Morgan’s pale face. It wasn’t just her! Somehow, that knowledge made her feel a little better.
“Necromancy?”
Her eyebrow arched sky-high, dark eyes wide. She had never even considered attempting something like that before. For the most part, her powers seemed to be similar to her parents’ – lightning, thorns, and fire.
Muffling her giggles at Vanhi’s story behind her hand, the teenager admitted, “I don’t think I can do that. The closest I’ve ever come was trying to put a curse on my ‘mother’, and that didn’t end the way I wanted at all.”
Before she could continue, a new voice joined them, asking about her lightning. Morgan turned to look at its source – a teenage boy who appeared to be about their age, if not a bit younger – and frowned. Though he looked normal enough, Morgan felt an intense distrust well up within her like some long-suppressed instinct. She didn’t know why just yet, but for one reason or another, she wasn’t going to like this boy. She just knew it.
“Why magic, of course,” was the curt answer she gave. Her tone was significantly less friendly than it had been just moments ago. “My parentage helps with that. Speaking of which, you would be…?”
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Post by Amir Ali on Aug 1, 2012 4:57:49 GMT -5
Immediately, he regretted his decision to interrupt the two of them. He didn’t exactly get the nicest of welcomes, but what did he expect, the girl has just shot lightning from her fingers. Despite being a child of Disney, magic was still new to him. He was used to believing it was only in storybooks and fairytales…but then again, what was all this, then? “Magic? That’s cool.” He said coolly. “I’m still getting used to the idea of…this, magic never crossed my mind.” He let out a small laugh, but something told him the girls wouldn’t be laughing along with him. Something felt off about them, and he was certain it wasn’t the burst of magic he just saw.
“But I guess I should have known, this is Disney after all.” Thinking about it now he felt pretty silly. “But anyways, I’m Amir, Amir Ali. Would-be Prince of Agrabah or…something like that.” He said with a dry roll of his eyes. So who are you guys?”
((Forgive the shortness xP))
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Post by Monet Taka on Aug 1, 2012 12:32:32 GMT -5
Monet let out a silent breath as she was pulled closer. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not anger in them just an evil looking glint. She was used to boys flirting with her, though not as strongly as this fellow. She blinked softly and upturned the corners of her mouth in a sly, twisted grin. "Down boy," she said, wrapping her fingers across Dante's chest, not even hearing Vahni and Morgan's conversation. The girls still nagged at the back of her mind but Monet was still training this new puppy. Though from the looks of it, there wouldn't be much training taken.
Her fellow villains, Monet had thought to herself, shouldn't be manipulated. They were allies, friends. Something her father lacked; the female would gain friends instead of followers. Then again she did need her own set of hyenas. But all that was just swirling itself around her mind as she pressed her lower half tightly into Dante's. Her teeth were showing in a clean-cut grin, eyes still narrowed delicately. She would have to invest in a pair of green contact lenses.
Pushing back a piece of her hair, she peered up into his eyes. "Yeah," she huffed, "Yes, we're gonna get along just fine."
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Post by Vanhi Thu'baan on Aug 1, 2012 15:36:49 GMT -5
"Yup. Necromancy. Initially, I thought those zombies were kinda scary. But they're actually kinda adorable-that is, if you hang out with them long enough." Vanhi laughed. "If you're up to it, I can show you how I summon zombies sometime."
Morgan the explained her attempt to put a curse on her mother. Whether she was talking about her adoptive mother or Aunt Maleficent, Vanhi thought it was hilarious. "You attempted to put a curse on your mother?!" she laughed. "Wow, it's a shame it didn't work out. I don't know any curses, but I did attempt to light my adoptive mother on fire. But someone snitched and I ended up in Juvenile Hall."
Amir Ali's introduction caused Vanhi's jaw to drop. "What...?" For a split-second, Vanhi looked spooked. "I don't believe it. That means you're Aladdin's son." And my cousin. Vanhi mentally added, thinking of her biological father-Mozenrath. Vanhi glanced nervously at Morgan before returning her attention to Amir-who just requested their names. "I'm Vanhi, daughter of Mozenrath and Nasira." she reluctantly said.
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Post by Morgan Davis on Aug 2, 2012 0:44:10 GMT -5
Morgan smiled at the offer.
“I’d like that.”
It would be a useful skill to have, in addition to being an extremely cool one. Oh, the looks on everyone’s faces…
“Yes, it was,” Morgan grumbled. She couldn’t help but pout at the memory. Sick of constantly being told that she needed to “get out more”, eleven-year-old Morgan had attempted to remove her adoptive mother’s voice for good. Unfortunately, nothing came of it, and she was stuck listening to the woman’s whining for another seven years.
“You tried to set your ‘mother’ on fire?” she exclaimed, more out of surprise than anything else. “What brought that on, might I ask?”
With every word that came out of Amir’s mouth, Morgan’s frown deepened, particularly when he mentioned his title. If he really was the prince of Agrabah, that made him the son of Aladdin and Jasmine, her father’s worst enemies.
Well, that certainly explains it. His surname should have been a giveaway anyhow.
When asked who she was, she replied coldly, “Morgan. Daughter of Maleficent and Jafar.” and her frown became a smirk as she waited to see how Amir would react.
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Post by Dante Roscoe Fenix on Aug 2, 2012 3:49:14 GMT -5
Dante grinned at Monet as she flirted back with him, not at all put off my his forwardness, evident by her flirtatious tone and her hands firmly on his strong chest as he held her close. She didn't seem to care how forward he was being with her, she even flirted back and he liked that. Dante was an alpha male, he always knew that and he only liked to date other alpha women. After all they were more fun, exciting and enjoyable to be around. They never wasted his time or tried to change him, because they knew who they are and what they wanted. Only problem was alpha females were always hard to find, those that he did come across were crazy, bitchy, not his type, or simply didn't meet his qualifications.
But Monet did, she was defiantly an alpha, she was obviously strong, smart, fun, flirtatious, beautiful, hot, and damn sexy! If to prove that Monet pressed her waist tightly against his. A sly grin appeared on his face at that, as well as Monet agreeing how they'd get along just fine. As she looked up at him in the eyes seductively, with her own smooth grin. He kept his arms around her waist as he held her close. "More then just fine Princess," Dante said in a low tone with a wink. She was everything he looked for in a woman.
(OOC: Sorry if this post is kind of short and a bit below par.)
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Post by Amir Ali on Aug 15, 2012 23:16:53 GMT -5
The two girls introduced themselves and Amir nearly laughed at the cruel irony, instead his eyes widened slightly. He couldn't catch a break, could he? Sent to this huge school, and now faced with the daughters of 3 of his fathers worst enemies. One of them just so happened to be his cousin as well, though he doubted that made a difference. His fathers need to be a hero caused him to foil Jafar, Nasira, and Mozenrath's plans to take Agrabah. Well, it seemed he had backed himself into an awkward, and potentially dangerous if these girls were anything like their parents, situation. He only hoped it could be defused.
"Wow...that's kind of...awkward." He said with a bit of a forced laugh. Smooth...that's really going to make them not want to kill you..
"I mean...not that it has to be. I mean, just because our parents hated each other doesn't mean we have to, right?" He asked slightly hopeful. Still he began calculating his chances of taking on the two sorceresses himself in case things didn't work out.
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Post by Morgan Davis on Aug 16, 2012 15:58:26 GMT -5
“Oh, I don’t know.” Morgan smiled, though unlike minutes ago, it was clear there was nothing friendly about the gesture. “I think it’s rather… interesting.” Morgan had never cared for the Disney heroes – even as a young child, she had always found herself gleefully cheering on the villain (particularly her parents) and sulking when they were (inevitably) defeated, no matter what the movie. She hadn’t really understood why this was until she got her letter and learned of her true origins. Somehow, it had never occurred to her that she could potentially run into children of her parents’ enemies, and yet here she was, conversing with Amir. What were the odds that he would be among the first people she met? Surely this couldn’t just be a coincidence. Morgan chuckled lightly at Amir’s question. Prejudiced though it might be, she already knew she would hate him purely because of her father’s conflict with his parents. It would only worsen if he were to interfere with her schemes. “We’ll see.” (OOC: I don’t even know. )
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