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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:13 am
"That's all right!" Draconia responded to Ronan's proclamation about not dressing up. "You don't have to put a costume on to enjoy Necro Con. I know that I was nervous for quite a bit of time before my first time putting on a costume. I don't think it's for everymonster. But I do hope you'll consider thinking about a costume anyways...for the Power Ghouls comic, that is!"
Since she was seated next to Ronan, Draconia took the next turn to talk about her comic of the week.
"This week, the only comic I received was Doctor Boo Magazine. It's mostly articles about the show, of course, but every month there's a comic adventure taking place. In this one, Doctor Boo and his companion Scaira are traveling back along his own timeline! He ends up meeting his first incarnation. Oh, it's so hexciting! The very last panel shows Matt Scythe, who is the current actor ghost playing Doctor Boo, meeting William Deathknell's first Doctor! I can hardly wait until next month's issue to see how it turns out and if they'll team up to stop the Manster."
Draconia passed the issue around for the other monsters in the club to look at.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:25 pm
"I've never seen the show."
Suddenly everything came to a screeching halt, and all eyes turned to Shadeaux. He looked from left to right, and started to fidget and back into his chair.
"What!?What'dIsay!?"
Shad leaned over to Ronan and whispered urgently.
"Is seeing the show required to be in the club!? I didn't know!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:28 pm
Ronan Aalto "Your mother disapproves of romance?" " It's not the goremance," she replied, placing two towers of moanga on the counter, " it's the nudity. Melly kept calling it 'pornographic' but she's just bitter. Mother needs to calm down before she's willing to listen to me, Melly whips her into such a frenzy!" NOT FOR SALE, she wrote in big block letters on a piece of paper and set in on top of the towers.
Hellene rolled her eyes as Shad started panicking at a whisper that was much louder that he probably realized." Keep calm and pass that on," she said, returning to the bean bag that once housed her moanga and sinking into with a contented sigh. She nibbled at the snacks Ascreama had offered, feeling much better now that Rose of Were-sailles was in a safe place.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:05 am
Ronan shrugged to Shad.
"I was not aware of such a rule no. If you want, you can probably find the series to watch on Eyeplayer."
He looked up at Hellene, nodding slowly. "oh."
"Draconia... what are your thoughts on the new doctor then? I'm looking forward to the new series, if I can get it to stream without lagging too much. The net speed in dorms isn't great."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:46 pm
Meme decided to take a quick break from her stall at the maul. She pulled out her phone and sent Ronan a message whilst she sipped on a croak-a-cola. "HI! How R U? Enjoyin CBC? Hav U sortd plans 4 Satrday? My dad snt monies 4 popscorn && eyescream yay! xoxo"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:52 pm
"Oh don't you just uhh-DORE Peter Corpsepaldi? I think he's going to make a fangTAStic Doctor Boo!" Draconia excitedly talked on about one of her favourite subjects. "Shadeaux, you don't know what you're missing not watching Doctor Boo! You simply MUST check it out. It's the greatest show in all of hiss-tory! You-"
Draconia was cut off by the sound of Ronan's iCoffin vibrating. She realized how she was gushing and cleared her throat.
"Erm. I mean, it's a quite nice bit of entertainment, and I highly recommend it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:28 pm
Ronan nodded along to Draconia's gushing. "Sorry... i'm so sorry." He took out his phone. "It's Meme, i'll um... I gotta reply to this. " He moved away from the group a little to reply to the message, taking a few minutes to actually decipher what she'd written. He paused, thinking over practicalities. They'd be hungry if they didn't eat before the movie, and popscorn and eyescream were hardly the most filling or healthy of dinners.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:59 pm
Meme smiled at her phone lit up with a reply so quickly after she'd sent the message. She checked the link and scrolled through the listings. "Dingy Dancing sounds lafably lame! Or The Legrowl Movie in 4D?? Or that nuw Discream film, Froz-uhn? Bet youd lyk 2 C it 4 the sno! biggrin biggrin xoxox"Meme puffed out her cheeks and hit send; there was no way she was going to start being decisive any time soon. Her phone pinged again with another message and she raised her eyebrows. Ronan again! She tapped out the hext and hit send again. "Dinner n a show?! Im spoiled ;D 6 sounds perfect. Were R we goin? Diener? Or sum place fancy? xoxox"
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:20 pm
Curse her crippling indecisiveness, she wasn't quite as frustrating as Kai but she was certainly getting there. He sighed, shaking his head and smiling a little. He'd have to make a decision for her, but then he felt a pang of fear he'd get it wrong. He'd have to ask Ascreama's advice later.
Message sent, he returned to the group, apologising once again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:16 pm
The group finished going around, giving their reviews of their new comics. Draconia ooh'd and aah'd at all of the tantalizing recommendations. When the reviews were done, the topic changed to Ghoulia's Power Ghouls project. The entire club agreed to think about it for a week and come back next meeting with ideas for superheroes and villains from all over the school - with permission, of course.
By the end of the meeting, everyone was buzzing with ideas and possibilities. Draconia hoped that the new members were grimspired enough to come back to the next meeting. As for her, she was positively brimming with ideas. Spitfire, the couragous dragon-ghoul! The Caf-fiend, the cruel, crazy witch boo! There was so much possibility there!
After saying goodbye to all of the other club members, Draconia took some time to put away her comics and prepare...in a couple days, she'd be doing some Fear Tutoring...
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 8:47 am
After School, the day of Mid-Terms.Draconia walked in the front doors of the Looking Glass feeling glum, grumpy, grousing and any other dank g-word that happened to come to mind. She'd observed Iris Clops sitting on the steps of the school as everymonster was filing home. She was watching Manny Taur and Chase Q talk about their weekend plans for their backyard wrestling league and sighing. It practically gave Draconia stomach ache.
Even worse, though, was something that had happened just after that...Outside of the School "Hey Drake!" Manny and Chase trotted up to her as she'd stepped onto the sidewalk to walk home. Manny looked hexcited about something and Chase could barely keep himself standing still as she turned to face them.
Draconia plastered on a smile."Hello Manny! Hello, Chase! What's up?" She asked them. "Hexcited for the howliday break?""Hex yeah!" Chase hopped up and down. "We're going to be putting on our first Backyard Monster Wrestling show over the weekend! It's going to be so totally, totally, totally, utterly, unstoppably ACTION-TASTIC!"Chase got himself so pumped that he had to dash off and run a lap around the school football field. Manny pumped an arm to fear him on and then turned back to Draconia."Yeah, we wanted to ask you a favor. Can you come to the show?""Oh? I...I suppose I can, yes. I don't have any other plans other than Jewels' cooking contest.""Outstanding!" Manny reached out and slapped Draconia on the back in a friendly, if slightly rough gesture. "I knew you'd agree! You're such a pal! Ya know, I'm glad that we're friends now instead of dating. To be honest, it'd feel kinda like dating one of the du-uuuuuuudes, you know?"Draconia's world caved in on her like an avalanche, and she didn't hear a single word after that of what Manny or Chase said to her...
Just as Draconia resolved to dash upstairs and have a good boiling-hot cry on her bed, she was swept up into the biggest, warmest dragon hug she'd felt in a very long time."Draconia!" Her mother exclaimed with glee, wrapping her arms and wings around her youngest daughter. "Oh, it's just so hop-poppy flop to see you!"Whenever her mum became overwhelmed or hexcited, her original Wonderlandian Riddlish accent became very pronounced. Draconia returned the hug and packed her woes up for a later time."Mum!" She cried. "Father!"Draco St. George was not the emotional type, but he did give his wayward daughter a strong hug too. Tall, golden and dignified, Draco St. George would have had nearly a ten-foot wingspan if he had stretched his wings out in the crowded bookstore. He would have been able to take out most of the nonfiction section and the entire moanga section just by flexing. He was a true Avalonian dragon, the type that normies both feared and revered in their Middle Ages artwork.
Mimzy St. George, Draconia's mother, was much smaller, a metallic pink dragon (technically called a Jabberwocky) that hailed from the magical realm of Wonderland. Her wingspan was much smaller, and was almost hidden by the heaps of green hair that she wove, curled and arranged on her head in the most complex of hairstyles possible."Bloody bats, it's so good to see you again. You've grown!" Her father hexclaimed, laying one claw on the top of her head as if measuring her. "I'd say you're almost 6 centimetres taller than this Summer."
"She's practically growing like a weed." Wvyernia, Draconia's older sister walked around the corner, her hands flying on her iCoffin as she texted somemonster. "In a couple years, she'll almost have caught up to me!""Wyvvie!" Draconia gave her sister a hug, too. There was no Fangsgiving howliday back on the Avalon island they all called home, but right at this moment it was her favourite howliday in the entire world. "Oh, my whole family, in one place! It's been so long!"She paused, looking around the lobby of the bookstore that they were all congregated in."Except Uncle Wocky..." She added. "Oh, I do wish he were here, too!""It's all right, he's probably back in Wonderland having the time of his un-life." Wyvernia replied, finally finishing her text and putting her iCoffin away under the critical eye of her mother."Well...not hexactly...." Her mother replied. "Wonderland is still quite closed off from most entrances. And there was that whole kerfuffle-puffle. And the exile."Draconia looked at her mother, confused."But then why is he gone?""Merlin knows, but getting information out of Merlin about other realms is like pulling dragon-teeth..." Her father sighed. As the official Royal Court Representative of the dragon race in King Arthur's court on Avalon, her father had to deal with Merlin the wizard quite a bit. Sensible Draco found it very frustrating. Draconia supposed it would be like having to be lab partners with Glen, in a way. "As far as I can tell, he was summoned or transported or-""Or freed!" Mimzy piped up, poking her head out from the kitchen area located in the back half of the Looking Glass. "To gyre and gimble unwretched through another story for the time being. Don't fret over it! He'll be back once he's finished gallumphing through whatever wabe needed a proper gallumph."She popped back into the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans clanking. Draconia looked at her father, who shrugged."Must be a Wonderland thing." He said, his stock catch-phrase whenever Mimzy said something that didn't make much sense to him. "At any rate, don't worry about your uncle. Let's get through the tasks at hand - tonight's supper, conferences tomorrow, and then this fang-giving feast. Your mum's so stoked about cooking a feast she's liable to burn the building down.""Only AFTER they've seen the chocolate fire fountain!" Mimzy shouted back from the kitchen. Draco chuckled. Wyvernia hexcused herself to help her mother in the kitchen."It will be nice to enjoy being around family for a while and not have to worry about any dingy wizards driving me up a cliff with their ramblings, at least. Now," Draco settled himself in a soft, leather chair and smiled at his daughter. "Tell me about the friends you invited over for dinner."Draconia paused."Well........"
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 8:37 am
The door to the Looking Glass swung open with a loud clatter and a sing-song call of...
"We're he-RE!"
And Draconia immediately knew that her two invited guests, her 'beasties forever', had arrived. She dearly hoped Glen had taken it easy, giving Hellene a ride to the LG.
Draconia gave her father and mother a smile from the vast interior of the store and then hurried off to greet her fiends, her parents following out of polite interest to greet these, their daughter's good friends in this strange land while Wyvernia busied herself further in the kitchen. Draconia had, of course, told her family about her friends and all they had done for her since her first arrival at Monster High, but this would be the first time they had gotten to meet them face-to-face.
Plus she did take the time to warn her father that Glen was not, in fact, a dingy wizard. He was just a "barking mad" witch.
Draconia and her folks wandered into the store front and saw the quizzical sight of Glen trying to pull a very large simmering cauldron into the store, but the door frame was clearly not large enough that it would fit. Glen had his wand out, and the cauldron was levitating off the ground.
"Maybe if you were to turn it sideways?" Hellene mused, then she hurried over to the door to stop Glen. "I was just kidding!"
"Hang on! Hang on!" Glen called out. "I got this!" And with his free hand he twirled his forefinger, and the door frame 'morphed' just wide enough to allow the cauldron to float through and Hellene promptly shut the door behind it.
"Glen, wot's that?" Draconia asked as she and her parents approached.
"It's the kelpie stew!" Glen answered hexcitedly. "Mog (the da West castle chef) didn't make as much as he usually does so I hope there's enough for everybluddy!"
Draconia just stared at the h-u-g-e cauldron full of simmering stew and arched an eyebrow. She knew Glen had a monstrous appetite for such a little guy but if THIS was less than what their family cook would normally make...?
"Oh!" Glen said aloud. "Your mom still needs to add her special ingredient as the evening ghostess and I..."
Glen immediately stopped yammering (I know, shocking, isn;t it?) as he finally looked up and caught a glimpse of 'his' Drakie's mom and dad standing there. His jaw almost hit the floor -- like the cauldron did (not spilling any of the precious stew) and his face lit up with joy and hexcitement!
And immediately a large book 'popped' into hexistence in the air in a cloud of green smoke, floating in the air in front of Drake's parents. One that Wyvernia herself had signed over thirteen times already. Draconia knew it to be her bluddy's autograph book.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 8:27 am
After formal grimtroductions, they all retired to the dining room for the meal. Draconia and Wyvernia helped their mother bring out heaping trays of food - even Draconia was surprised at what her mother had managed to whip up in such a short time. There were bangers and crash, stake and kidney pie, shepard's cry, Yorkmire pudding, and kippers on lice.
On the side was Glen's Kelpie Stew, which Mimzy St. George had added 'poetry, straight from my brain' into as her special ingredient. After they sat down, Draconia's father stood up, raising his glass for a toast.
"To friends who stay loyal though thick and thin, to promises kept and ever unbroken, and to steadfast resolve throughout eternity."
"That's a traditional Avalonian dragon toast." Draconia whispered to her friends as they all raised their glasses. Then, Draconia's mother stood up and raised her glass.
"All whimble wabe the fyres intyre, and in grebed life we span outgyred. If whims unwhorl and myres retore, our claws rejoin and lives outwore."
"That's an un-traditional Wonderland toast." Draconia whispered again as glasses clinked a second time.
"What, er, what did it mean?" Glen asked. "I mean, not that I don't know, I just want to be sure that you know."
"It means, through thick and thin, no matter what, true friends will always be friends to the end."
"Oh!.....Yes, that's exactly what it meant!" Glen responded, before digging into his meal heartily. Hellene poked Draconia on the shoulder.
"Psst. What's wrong?" Hellene whispered to Draconia as Glen started engaging Draco in a multitude of questions about the Avalonian court.
"What? Nothing...nothing at all!" Draconia begged off. The dinner table didn't seem the proper place to discuss her odd boy woes. Hellene rolled her eyes slightly.
"Please, my ghoul-problem detector is practically going off non-stop every time I look at you, it's like the alarm that goes off in Melly's room at 6 am, 6:05, 6:10, 6:15, 6:20 AND 6:25 before she finally relents and gets up to stand in line for the bathroom. Tell me which boo has caused your woes and I'll work out the best way to smite him, or is it smote him, I'm not sure which because I don't want him to BE smitten, that sounds like a good thing but I do sort of want him to be a smoking crater for daring to make my friend sad-"
"Hellene!" Draconia cut off her friend. "It's all fright. Honestly."
Hellene's eyes narrowed as she looked Draconia over with a laser-like focus.
"Creepover. This weekend. THEN I'll get it out of you." She swore solemnly. Draconia nodded meekly.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 9:15 pm
Hellene pursed her lips and kept side-eyeing Draconia all throughout dinner. There was something wrong, she just knew it. Draconia hardly picked at her Yorkmire puddings, despite having wistfully mentioned them three or four times between classes. This was not the behavior of someone finally enjoying some old fashioned tomb-cooking after ages without.
When it was finally time to clear the table, Hellene volunfeared to make the after dinner coffins.
"You really don't have to do that, Hellene," Mr. St George told her, "you're our guest."
"Oh it's no trouble at all, and after all you are our guest in New Salem as well and it's your turn to put your claws up for a few a minutes and besides, this will give me the chance to get something that I should have taken out earlier but now it will be a surprise! So you just go sit down and don't worry about a thing."
"Don't trouble yo-"
"It's no trouble at all and I insist that you allow me this one pleasure, after all you've had a long day cooking up this wonderful meal we've been sharing and I'm sure you could use a spell to breath back off Glen not that kind of spell."
As she spoke, Hellene used her mother's best diplomatic hand gestures and managed to get everyone into the sitting room. Without knowing how it happened, Mimzy found herself plopping down on one side of a love seat as her husband was herded to the other end.
"At least let me help with all the cups-"
"Nonsense, I have more sisters than you can shake a dozen sticks at, I know exactly how to manage myself with a load of ceramics and besides that's what trays are for."
PLOP!
Startled, Mr. St George suddenly found himself sitting next to his wife.
"You should all just get comfortable and I'll be back in two flaps."
Hellene flew off to the kitchen with her bag while the rest of the dinner party looked around themselves, astounded.
"I could have sworn we were just in the dining room, how did we move?" Wyvenia asked.
"That's quite a friend you got there."
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 7:49 am
The evening spent by the fireside was comfy and cozy. It reminded Draconia of weekend nights back at the family caverns in Avalon, laying on the floor reading comics in front of the hearth while Wyvernia studied, her mother sewing or knitting, and her father sending out puffs of smokey breath as he read the 'Avalonian Chronicle' in his big seat by the fire.
It helped to lift some of the fog around her heart; she was happy to have her beasties there.
"It's been a long day." Her father yawned. "Piercing the misty veil that separates Avalon from the rest of the world, flying in from Londoom to Salem, trying to find a cab that can fit a three metre wingspan..."
"I think what your father is saying is that we're going to retire for the night." Mimzy informed her daughters, kissing Draconia on the top of her head. "Do feel free to stay up, but keep the noise down and don't disturb the haunted books downstairs, all right?"
"I know, mum! I've been here longer than you!" Draconia protested lightly, giving each of her parents a hug. Wyvernia stood up and stretched too.
"No sleep for me! With all of the famous parents coming in town for Parent-Creature conferences, I'm going to head out and see if I can scare up some new grimterviews for my talk show. See you later, short stuff!" Wyvernia grabbed her coat and readied her iCoffin on the way out. Glen turned to Draconia.
"She shouldn't call you short stuff any more, I'm positive you've grown in the last year!"
"I think she was talking to...well, never mind that." Draconia responded with a half-smile. "I'd love to sit here and gossip all night, but you and your 'bros' are leaving rather early tomorrow, aren't you?"
"Yeah!" Glen responded brightly. "It's going to take us the whole day tomorrow to drive down to New Goreleans to arrive in time for Fangsgiving. Then we'll have one day to hexplore and enjoy the scenery before all of the parents fly in and we have the Fangsgiving feast at my auntie Scarie's! We've got all kinds of great stops planned along the way."
"You...you didn't let Nero pick any of the stops, did you?" Hellene asked, one feathered eyebrow raised high.
"Sure...why not?" Glen replied. Hellene sighed.
"You know what? Some lessons you just have to learn on your own. Good luck with that." Hellene raised up her claws and dusted them off, as if she was brushing her hands of the entire 'bro-ad trip' affair. "I should be getting home too. I have to tuck in Karl personally. If any of my sisters do it, they may do it wrong and cause a buildup of disdain that will last all night and give him in-disdain-digestion tomorrow."
Hellene gave Draconia a hug on her way out.
"Remember! Creepover this freakend. We're going to get to the bottom of your woes."
"Woes?" Glen asked, putting on his coat and lingering as Hellene made her way out to his S-Boo-V. "Drakie, is something wrong? Did something happen? Do I need to-"
He waved his iCoffin threateningly. Draconia put her claws on his shoulders.
"Oh, goodness, no, Glen! I'm just a little bit....down, that's all. It's nothing for you to fret over."
"But..." Draconia sighed.
"It's just...well...Chase and Manny asked me about attending their backyard wrestling event this weekend. And it's just...I feel, a bit..." Draconia tripped over her own words. She wasn't quite sure how to describe to Glen how her emotions were leading her, especially after her revelation about Iris Clops.
For his part, Glen lit up, and smiled broadly.
"Oh, Drakie, don't you feel bad! I get what this is! You're worried about sticking out because you're a ghoul! Well, I can assure you that as far as Chase and Manny are concerned, you're just one of the boos to them! To all of us!"
Draconia felt like a balloon that all of the air was leaking out of. That was HEXACTLY the problem, right there. But how could she expect Glen to understand it? She didn't really understand it herself! Instead, she plastered on a smile and gave Glen a stiff hug.
"Yes, that's...that's exactly it. Thank you, Glen. Have a good trip tomorrow, all right? Good night!"
And with that, the door to the Looking Glass swung closed, leaving a very confused Glen standing outside.
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