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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2017 6:58 pm
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RENTING A PHAKIE! Controller: [ lux_rayne13 ] - I hereby confirm that I have no Phonies at all, adult nor perma. Phakie Type: Earth Boy Phakie Name: Spider Eyes Body Colour: Grey Mane Colour: Darker Purple Eye Colour: Red Phakie Personality: Spider can be a bit of a jerk, but he's really sweet on the inside. He loves creepy bugs, and not much actually scares him.
ROUND 1: FEARLESS?
Name: Spider Eyes What's your greatest fear?: Psh, nuthin! (fire) What gives you courage?: Curiosity, I guess. What's the strangest thing you've ever seen?: Me! Bwahahaha, nah, seriously… there's this spider that lives underwater? I don't get it. There's all this dry land up here, but I guess thats not good enough for it? Talk about a wierd-o What one item did you bring with you?: Solar powered lantern thing that I'd been charging all day, strung around my neck. I switched out the bulb for a red-tinted one, makes thinks spoooo~ooookier~ 8D
The colt looked around at the other Phonies gathered, noting the things he saw each one carrying. A few others had lights… Most not as fun as his, but the bright-maned mare's creation made him smirk. Cool~ Some of the items others had looked like really good ideas, like a sleeping bag, but surely they weren't going to be sleeping? He hoped they wouldn't be sleeping. That was no fun… Now, tromping through the woods looking for some spooky winged thing? That was fun.
Spider took a moment to pause his observation of the others to think about this spooky winged thing he'd heard about… Was it a bug? Ohhh he sure hoped it was a bug. A big giant Phony-eating bug! Ok maybe not Phony-eating, because then it might eat him, but like… Maybe something still as dangerous? Maybe it ate Phony manes? Odd choice of diet, but imagining miss Odd-Eyes Tour Guide with only a few strands left to her name made him snicker.
OH! Miss Odd-Eyes Tour Guide was now looking at them! Oops. Spider quietly cleared his throat and paid attention. Fearless, eh? He'd be the judge of that. "Well, miss, I'm your fearless night-in-the-woods monster hunter! Name's Spider Eyes~" He gave a toothy grin and a fumbled wink, trying to look cool but still an uncoordinated baboon.
edit: I TYPED THIS IN A WORD PROGRAM AND DIDN'T REALIZE IT CHANGED BABBEN TO BABOON BUT I'M LEAVING IT BECAUSE IT'S CRACKING ME UP XDDD
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2017 9:28 pm
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ROUND 1: FEARLESS?
Name: Macaron Critique What's your greatest fear?: Moldy food What gives you courage?: Seeing a young chef excel. What's the strangest thing you've ever seen?: Risotto with asparagus in it. What donkey does that!? What one item did you bring with you?: An empty backpack, in case there's anything he can take back for his recipes!
The pudgy phony looked around with wide, unamused eyes. He was revealing a major personality secret by being here, one that he wasn't even sure his sisters knew...
He loved scary things.
Movies, books, everything that involved legends and the supernatural, Macaron was a fan. Perhaps it was because he spent his whole day yelling at people in his kitchen, or yelling at wait staff in his dining room, or yelling at other chefs that gave his abysmal food to critique. All that yelling made him feel pretty invincible, and it was nice to remember that he wasn't.
"Macaron." he said, leaving the second part of his name out. He usually didn't attach it unless there was free food or intimidation to be had.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 1:21 am
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ROUND 1: FEARLESS?
Name: Banshee What's your greatest fear?: Oh, this is easy! Mourning all of my friends and family after their untimely deaths until I am the last one left alive, forced to spend the rest of my days in unending loneliness. What gives you courage?: My family! I know they’ll always be there to pick me up! What's the strangest thing you've ever seen?: My mum once ate an entire packet of crayons on a dare. I think she was trying to impress us. What one item did you bring with you?: A red and white checkered blanket to ward off the chill.
“UNCLE NIGHTVINE!” Banshee yelled across the group, her voice loud enough to wake the dead or startle any monsters that might be lurking in the forest. She’d previously been milling around the back as a new arrival but she’d quickly spotted her relation and began pushing her way towards him when she spotted Draft Punk as well, giving an equally pleased, “POP! I’M HERE TOO! LOOK! HI!” Caught between the two, she stopped on the spot and settled for waving, pleased this camping trip was now a family affair.
Rather than choose between them just yet, her excited and jittery legs carried her to the side of another familiar figure - “Hi Mr. Vampire,” she said, softer this time, delight shining in her big round eyes. “This will be fun.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 5:24 am
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ROUND 1: FEARLESS?
Name: Friend-Ship What's your greatest fear?: U-um, I... death is... scary... What gives you courage?: Um... I dunno... maybe... helping others? What's the strangest thing you've ever seen?: One time, in Miss Glory's class, she showed us pictures of trees from different places, and some of those were really weird, like one of them looked like an umbrella! That was neat. What one item did you bring with you?: Shipper has brought a small, lightweight shovel that can be hooked onto a belt and carried on his back. He brings one with him any time he's around the woods now, after the opossum incident.
A pale, timid babby phony toed the forest floor while so many other phonies milled about, introducing themselves. He'd never been camping before, which was why he'd come along. That part was kinda fun and interesting, and being out in the cool night air was a sort of thrill of its own. The smell of decomposing leaves and other forest murk was different, somehow, in the cold and the dark.
He hadn't given the monster hunting part of the night's activities any thought. He had been around the park a few times, despite his youth, so he thought he knew the score. There usually wasn't a real monster... although there was usually something scary about whatever it was anyways. But no monsters. He fully expected the walk through the forest to be safe, if a little spooky.
He waited around a little before introducing himself; "M-my name is Friend-Ship, it's nice to meet you all." He tried to put a little pause between the friend and the ship in his name, but folks never seemed to catch the hyphen. That was alright, though.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2017 10:50 pm
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RENTING A PHAKIE! Controller: [ medigel ] - I hereby confirm that I have no Phonies at all, adult nor perma. Phakie Type: Earth Boy Phakie Name: Hooked on a Feeling Body Colour: Aquamarine Mane Colour: Darker Seagreen Eye Colour: Light Gray Phakie Personality: Hooked likes to seek out new experiences for that emotional high against the unknown, but his generally placid attitude and social awkwardness often means he goes back to his fishing before long.
ROUND 1: FEARLESS? Name: Hooked on a Feeling What's your greatest fear?: Being stranded at sea...Brr What gives you courage?: The right background music! What's the strangest thing you've ever seen?: I reeled in a fish once that had teeth. Like, real chompers. What one item did you bring with you?: My trusty fishing rod! (Which, given his size, looks more like a toy)
The nice thing about Halloween was the different thrills you could end up finding, like snagging a caramel apple treat or some of those pumpkin spice lattes things. Hooked wasn’t one to seek danger necessarily, but there weren’t a lot of things to do on land that he actually liked. Hunting for a cryptid (?) was basically like fishing anyway. On land. And probably flying. Totally...doable...
Fishing rod in mouth, Hooked crept towards the fringe of the group, unused to being confined in one space with a lot of phonies. He was an independent sort and felt awkward, like he was trying to parse inside jokes between phonies who obviously knew each other. At least there were some his age...
“Uh. Hewkt,” he introduced himself just above a mumble, unwilling to let go of his tool.
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