UNDERWATER BALL GOSSIP&
Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ Power of Fin
UNDERWATER BALL GOSSIP&
UNDERWATER BALL GOSSIP
The sand is golden, the water is pleasantly bubbly, and everybody who’s anybody in Southeast Kyngdom is here. We’re your proud Sea Anemone hosts, Actiniaria and Hexacorallia, reporting LIVE from the most exclusive event of the year: the Enchantment Above the Sea ball, South Kyndom’s first-ever dry land-themed underwater ball. If you see us milling around, come say hi and give us the dish on all the watery gossip! You’ll recognize us by our wavy pink tentacles (quick shout-out to our sponsor, the Subaqueous Salon and Sea Spa).
Of course, in about twenty minutes, we expect the next Guardian of Fin to be announced, and believe us, the room is simply awash with anticipation. You can’t swing an underwater lasso without bumping into a group of whispering shellfish. But first, let’s turn our attention to the incredibly glamorous attendees and give you unlucky landlubbers listening to our broadcast a little taste of the P-A-R-T-Y.
Land ho, this place is sparkling. Each twenty-foot-tall underwater cactus is decked out in glimmering lights. The sand on the floor has been carefully blended with real gold flakes, creating a shimmering carpet underfoot. The punch is flowing, and graceful seahorses are passing out dry land-themed appetizers: miniature sea cucumber tacos, tiny teacups of coral chili, and nacho towers topped off with smoked seashells. We’re hoping to catch a glimpse of the celebrity chef that the organizers swam in for the occasion—he’s a clownfish who trained off the coast of France.
Most of the guests have adopted a look that we’d have to term “highbrow underwater cowboy.” We’re seeing a lot of denim gowns encrusted in barnacles and diamonds. Some of the wealthier guests are wearing silk bandanas and golden spurs. There’s even a cowboy hat or two—ooh, we’re seeing a scuffle unfold on the dance floor! There’s gold-tinted sand swirling through the water! Hold up one second, we’re getting the 411…apparently a Fangtooth Fish attempted to dance with a Vampire Squid, who turned out to be the date of a very muscular Frilled Shark. The sand just cleared, and neither Fish nor Shark is anywhere to be seen. Security here is no joke!
Naturally, the Powers are here in full force. They’re flexing their powerful…do dragons have muscles? They have to, right? They’re looking fabulous in formalwear specially designed by none other than the untouchable CERES AND COMPANY (we’ll hold for applause). And these drama-prone Kyngdomites even seem to be getting along, at least for now.
We’d be remiss not to mention the cornerstone of the décor: a giant ice sculpture in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by tantalizing desserts (salt-water granitas, anyone?). The sculpture is carved into the shape of a massive and very realistic rodeo scene, but instead of a cowgirl, the artist depicted a breathtakingly accurate version of our very own Finny—the heir apparent to the Guardian of Fin. The little dolphin is portrayed so accurately that she looks practically real. In fact, if you glance at the sculpture at just the right moment, you can almost see her eyes move. Magical! At the base of the ice sculpture is a keypad that requires a code, but it’s unclear what it’s meant for. Does anyone have any information? Come find us and spill the deets—we’re all tentacles.
The dancing is being put on hold for a moment, because it’s time for one of the much-anticipated activities: some of the lucky guests are about to try their fins at roping sea cows. The massive creatures are being released from a series of gilded pens, while guests shriek and attempt to catch them with lassos made from kelp. This activity certainly fits the theme, but it’s looking like no one can manage to catch a sea cow. In fact, the cows appear to be taunting the guests. We can’t believe it—they’re lining up and dancing a can-can! Hold on, now they’re swimming over the heads of the guests and disappearing into the deep blue of the ocean. The organizers look irate.
Having just slipped over to try a bit of the punch, your faithful correspondents are happy to report that the punch is especially tasty this year. Jeweled Rockskipper!
There’s something a bit different about it…a certain fizz…a tang on the back of the tongue. Perhaps the celebrity chef is trying out a new seaweed-infused simple syrup? In the interest of full gossipy disclosure, we’ve been hearing rumors that the punch is spiked—but we’d have to try another cup in order to report back for sure.
Ooh, Imagine Sea Dragons is about to take the stage: their hair is gelled, their buttons are shelled, and they look ready to rock. Hope they play their hit single, Radioactive (Materials are Leaking Into the Ocean—Thanks a Lot, Humans). Looks like it’s time for these anemones to get their groove on—come find us at the dance floor and tells us what’s really going on at this party. The wilder the rumor, the more we want to hear it! Actiniaria and Hexacorallia out.
(July 21, 2016 - 4:10 pm)
Okay, thanks!
(September 6, 2016 - 1:22 pm)
Ya its fine Trixie. :)
~Caelani
I watch as the birds take the boy into the air. I watch as they start taking him up, up into the clouds of mist surrounding everything. I see Icy try to take cover in the mist, but when she turned red backed away from it. Realizing that freeing the boy could kill him, she decided to follow thr birds and see where they were taking him. But Caealni was pretty certain it was to Catastrophe.
But one human was not so smart and desided to free Ronan. As he was falling, she dove into the water to catch him. But as she did Whist came circuling down and picked the boy up by the shoulders herself and carried him off with the birds flanking her on either side. Leaving the human painting in the water.
On instinct Icy swooped down and picked the girl up. As she landed she turned to Caealni and whispered, "come with me."
They both looked at Eico and he bowed his heaad.
He would keep charge of all and made sure the boat docked.
Then Icy and Caelani set off after Whist......
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Guys so sorry that its so short and not descriptive at all i bearly have time to go through all the RPs, I hope you get the point, and yes everything you guys said still happens I just didnt have enough time to write it all and I wanted to add on. :D
(September 6, 2016 - 10:40 pm)
Ummm... Claaws, did I miss something? At the end of the rp I wrote, I'm holding Ronan and we're both next to the ship. So our rps don't match. What happens when two posts don't agree?
(September 7, 2016 - 1:24 pm)
Whoever posts first gets their post working out first. Unless they decide not to.
(September 7, 2016 - 6:25 pm)
Ugh so sorry. I said that everything that you guys wrote still happens I just didn't have time to write everything. So yes yes and yes that all still happens Whist picks him up by the boat and Icy picks you up. I mean if that's okay with all you guys.....
(September 7, 2016 - 10:39 pm)
So I was holding Ronan and then got to tired and let go.? I'm cool with that. But I would have punched Whist in the nose, so if there's ever a fight we have to count that in.
-Trixie
P.S. Am I the on;y one whose played whist the card game?
(September 8, 2016 - 3:38 pm)
Yeah, sure. I actually have an interesting development in the plot that would work out better if I get lifted from the sea and taken off by Whist.
Ronan--- I'm in the talons of an owl for several hours. Several long, tedious hours in which nothing happens. By morning, however, I can see land in the distance which I recognize as the small fishing town of Bridging-on-Sea. Thirty minutes later, we arrive on the docks, which are bustling with people. A man stops our parade and asks, "What are you doing?" which Whist responds to by enveloping him in a fog. The man stumbles and trips into the ocean, and everyone else makes a point to not bother us, even though I'm being dragged painfully behind a large eagle named Archibald. After five minutes and a scrape on my left cheek, we turn onto an alley so narrow I can't see where we're going for the fog. Eventually, we turn into a building, going single file, with Archibald at the back making a point of banging my head against the step before I'm lugged into a foyer with hardwood floors that looks like it once was part of an inn. Once. The deep green curtains are dirty and ripped, a small rusted lamp lays in a heap on the floor with its lightbulb shattered, and there are large holes in the oak floor. I'm quickly heaved up a set of stairs and brought into a large hallway with peeling green doors the same color as the curtains downstairs. Then one of the doors, the one in front of Whist, talks. Or rather someone behind it talks.
"Do you have the boy?"
"Yes..." Whist replies, evidently pleased with herself.
"Well, I need proof," the voice beyond the door demands.
Archibald shoves me next to the door. "Speak," Whist says.
I shake my head.
Archibald pecks my glasses so hard one of the lenses breaks.
I still shake my head.
Archibald gives me a ferocious peck on the forehead and bruises me.
"Alright! I'm here!" I yell, and the door opens. A man in black robes appears, apparently being the voice behind the door. He has light purple skin and neat hair, and wears a crooked smile.
"Well done, Whist," a voice all too familiar says. "Haides, let our guest through."
I am brought into the room where there are three people: Haides, Marsha Yearwood, and Catastrophe.
"Hello, Birdboy. It seems we've won."
"How did you get here?"
"Lord Catastrophe has many plans and tricks, Birdboy. Remember that."
Catastrophe looks at me, his eyes positively glowing with triumph. "Hello, Ronan."
I don't respond as I'm tied to a bed frame by Haides with a rope strenghened with Æther.
"Anything you would like to say?" Catastrophe's mouth twists into a expression of pure glee.
"Why am I here?"
"Oh." The boy king fiddles with a loose thread on his robe. "There's an experiment I would like to try on you."
"Well, you'd better get it over with then," I say, really wishing I wasn't here at all.
"Alright." Catastrophe stands up and grabs his dagger. Then what he does completely confuses me. He starts by moving his left hand almost as if he were kneading an invisible ball of clay in it. He continues in this fashion for several minutes, muttering under his breath in a strange language. Then he throws his dagger in the air, yells "ßålmßø åkkå†!", catches his dagger, and stabs it into the floor, dragging it so there's a line in front of him.
"Meet Ronan, Ronan."
My shadow is face to face with me, its head cocked inquistitively.
(September 8, 2016 - 3:40 pm)
So Ecio gets to stay and relax. That sounds pretty good. I might come to enjoy this character ;)
Does anyone know where this boat is supposed to dock?
(September 9, 2016 - 8:02 pm)
And if anyone is in LA right now come see Im Alive the musical at the Alex theater in Glenwood tonight. :D
Oh wow. Okay....
~Caelani
We follow Ronan to a small town a day away, and into a rough looking building where we hid behind.....haha just kidding im to big to fit. Icy went in and hid behind an old sofa which Im pretty sure had rats. But anyway, while she was doing that I got.....destracted as a bunch of humans started yelling and attcking me. Luckly they didn't know what brazen goo was. I desided to wait for Icy in a different alley way where I could safley wait without anyone seeing me.
And there I stood.....
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Guys I didn't know what to write so there you go its beautiful.....
uuuh. Oh shush Noon. Its not that boring.....
nttb. Naw To Be Determined?
(September 10, 2016 - 11:25 am)
I know I was gone for a while, but SOOOOOO MUCH HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! best start rping now.
-Vivian
I burst thru the doors just in time to see Ronan being carted away in a burst of beaks wings and talons. My eyes widen, I knew there was going to be a come back, doing one thing then leaving us all alone just doesn't sound right. "STOP AT NEXT DOCK MAKE PEACE WITH BIG!!!" He shouts as icy takes of with newly sprouted blue cold wings, in a fatal attempt to stop Catastrophes army. I turn on my heal and dart back down the hall of my relatives to her cabin. I pound on the ivory door yelling, "Cornelia!!!! Open Up!!!" I Hear slow footsteps behind the door, then it quietly swings open " Hello Vivian dear, I thought we weren't talking.." I shoved past her and into the room of expensive wood, pash furniture and soft carpets, you get the image. she turned around as the entrance clicked closed behind her "We need to dock the boat as fast as possible, where is your new base? we need to get the.." Cornelia raised her eyebrow in an indication to stop and explain. I took a deep breath "You know the catastrophe that happened at the underwater ball, killing about 15 of your workers? well, do you also know Ronan, the kid who you asked to write a speech? well, catastrophes new army just, kidnapped Ronan, and if we want anyone from Big or the F.A.F.A. to survive, An alliance has to be made." She simply noded, I forgot how good she was at hiding surprise, and replied, "Very well, but under one condition, you have to call me your mother again." I frowned. but then at the end of the day, what was more important, the lives of thousand of innocent people, or ones joy. I think i'll take one for the team.
(September 10, 2016 - 12:22 pm)
Ronan~
Catastrophe is evidently pleased, a insanic grin I know too well spread across his face. "You see, Ronan, what I have done is a very old piece of dark magic which I can use to my advantage. If a shadow is Torn from its owner, it can do frightening things much beyond my abilities. Allow me to demonstrate..."
Ronan's shadow~
I can tell my flesh-and-bone counterpart is afraid. Well, he should be. I can steal the very quick of his soul, drain all his happiness away, even kill him. If I wanted to, of course.
Ronan~
My shadow is now standing with Catastrophe, twiddling its thumbs absentmindedly. Then it runs up the wall. Literally. After standing on the ceiling for a few seconds it runs down to stand next to me. I feel a shiver run down my spine. Then I see nothing more.
(September 12, 2016 - 10:53 am)
Guys, What do souls look like? I think that souls look like little glowing balls, But they aren't on fire. The color that the soul glows depends on the soul's main trait. That's how I see souls.
(September 12, 2016 - 8:20 pm)
That's how I see souls too--but why do you ask!?
(September 13, 2016 - 12:01 pm)
Just wondering^W^
(September 13, 2016 - 2:33 pm)
I see souls more as like floating streaks of colored flame, or water in zero gravity, but maybe everyone's soul looks different or something.
(September 15, 2016 - 12:23 pm)