forum I guess it's kinda like descendants [closed sry]

Started August 10, 2019 by @Leo-Valdez-Is-The-God-Of-Chaos

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Quinn stood silently, half listening to their conversation, half not. He started humming under his breath, eyes sliding over Ivory. Daughter of the White Rabbit, eh? Another Wonderlander? Interesting.

"Thank you for validating my life," Eris replied coldly.

Revan walked over to the two. "Well good evening both of you." He said and bowed jokingly.

Quinn smirked slightly at Revan, and decided to follow his lead. He finished his drink, adjusting the hat on his head as he walked over. His bright red eyes flashed in the lighting.

Ivory rolled her eyes. This was not at all going the way she had hoped. “Good evening,” she repeated, glancing at Revan. She then noticed Quinn and frowned.

Revan smiled at them both. "So what are you ladies up to? Something… Wicked?" He asked and leaned against a chair.

Quinn smirked slightly as he walked over, looking at the two ladies. "Good evening." He greeted. He would not bow to commoners, whether or not he still retained his royal rank.

Name: Tim Pan
Gender: Male
Parents (both): Peter and Wendy
Appearance: looks stretched out vertically, wears a hat like Peter Pan's
Other: Can fly a little bit

“What do you think?” Ivory asked sarcastically, gesturing to her wide, innocent eyes and small stature. “Do I look like the type to even be capable of that?”

"What's the commotion?" A tall young man slid over to the table, a bright smile on his face. "I couldn't help but overhear." He stuck his hand out to Ivory. "Timothy Pan, at your service."

"especially with that innocent look. I say yes." Revan smirked then looked at Quinn. "Hello to you"

“Hello,” Ivory said flatly to Quinn, her eyes narrowing. “And hi Timothy. Excuse me, Mr…whatever your name is, but I have never participated in anything remotely wicked and don’t plan to.”

"ah, and it's Revan, Prince Revan." He nodded and looked at all the others

"a little wicked never hurt." Tim said, his grin still wide.

“Oh, a prince?” Ivory asked, raising a pale eyebrow. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

Tim leaned against the table. "Usually."

"Nah, most aren't. And I'm not out to impress…" Revan replied and got some water and sipped it.

"I'll grab a drink." He stood up. "You ladies want anything?"

“Only water,” Ivory replied. “Thank you.”

"I don't drink. It only makes my memory worse," Eris sighed, crossing her arms.

"One water, coming up!" He strolled over to the bar.

Tim returned with a glass of water in each hand. "So, a band, Eh?" He set a glass in front of Ivory, and sat down opposite from her. "I'm interested… if there are any openings, of course."

Eris scoffed. How strange that everyone was suddenly interested in what they had been saying. Even stranger that they had apparently heard what they had been saying.

"Is that a yes…?" Tim traced his finger around the edge of his cup. "I play banjo, as strange an instrument as you might think it."

“Sure,” Ivory said, her interest piqued. Not to mention, despite her sarcasm, she was actually quite naive.

"Alright!" Tim held out his glass. "Cheers!"

Ivory held out her glass as well, a half smile on her face. Weird that she and Eris had gotten a small group of boys interested in their conversation so suddenly. Whatever. She didn’t mind much, for the most part.

Revan just watched and listened to their whole interaction. Slightly intrigued, but not really.

Tim turned to Revan. "Oh, Grimhilde… Hi." He took a drink. "I didn't recognize you."