thewickedocean

[thewickedocean]

#JustKaiThings

reasons why you don’t go into the ocean

you could very easily drown

if you’re small, and it’s cold, you could get hypothermia

if the currents are too rough, you could get pulled out into the sea and never see land again

there are big spookies down there that nobody knows about

also snek

[thewickedocean]

“Well, what kinds of places are they usually? We can start there,” she said. She wasn’t sure if she could find them, but the look of determination written bright and solid across her features made it clear this woman was on a mission. She had places to be and people to help and the darling little corpse was in distress. Perhaps she was projecting her own desires to find her own family.

At least one of them could be happy here.

“I don’t know if I will be able to find them, but I’m going to try and keep trying until either we find them or they find us.”

She didn’t seem to realize how badly them finding her could go.

He shook his head, “I can’t sleep until I find all my siblings… I need to make sure they’re okay- the last time I was left alone wasn’t too good for me, and it wasn’t too good for any of them either… And, if Benny doesn’t find us again soon like last time, he might…” He trailed off for a little, his face incredibly solum, and a low, displeased ‘hhnnngh’ noise came from the back of his throat, as he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other,  “Oooh, I don’t like to think about it Ms Walani, I just need to make sure they don’t think I’m dead again or something like that… And I need to make sure Lillian doesn’t go tumbling headfirst down a well again-”

[thewickedocean]

Make sure she doesn’t-

“Oh, no no no, no no we are going. We are going now, we will not have any well toppling or hnnnnnnging or anything else that you all do when you’re up too late,” she readied her light source again and steeled herself to venture forth into the wild blue yonder. Into the dark to find the little dead sweetlings so they could finally all go to bed and, well, hopefully not slaughter all the meat in the area because if they were anything like Caleb those birds were not long for this world. 

“C’mon, let’s go find them.”

He shook his head, “I can’t sleep until I find all my siblings… I need to make sure they’re okay- the last time I was left alone wasn’t too good for me, and it wasn’t too good for any of them either… And, if Benny doesn’t find us again soon like last time, he might…” He trailed off for a little, his face incredibly solum, and a low, displeased ‘hhnnngh’ noise came from the back of his throat, as he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other,  “Oooh, I don’t like to think about it Ms Walani, I just need to make sure they don’t think I’m dead again or something like that… And I need to make sure Lillian doesn’t go tumbling headfirst down a well again-”

[thewickedocean]

“Well,” Walani started, rubbing the back of her neck and trying to get her thoughts in order. Caleb was a sweet boy for sure, or at least he seemed to be (unless he was steadily plotting her demise and Walani was utterly unaware of the dangers lurking for her) but the idea of more children wandering about the forest at dark past their bed times spurred on her now rather under utilized responsible instincts, “there is plenty of forest here and I’m sure they would love it. There might not be a town but we do have plenty of trees here.”

She smiled bright, but it was clear that the idea of zombie children wandering about in the great unknown was just… a little terrifying. Okay, a lot of terrifying.

“Why can’t you sleep? Is it too noisy?”

“Birrrd.” He hissed in defiance, with emphasis on the d. Quite suddenly, with the speed of most of the moles that resided here, Caleb just… Burrowed into the ground. Completely out of sight. He dug away at the dirt like any other old animal, only with at least four times the speed. Though he wasn’t visible, his scraping of dirt and earth from beneath the groun was particuarlly audible. A few feet away from the Hawaiian, maybe about ten to fifteen or so, he rocketed out of the ground, pouncing on a nearby Raven, who began squawking furiously in fear.  Without a second thought, Cabel shoved the entire bird into his mouth, devouring it in a single instant. He looked back up at the woman as if nothing had ever happened,  “What’s so dangerous about this place again?”

[thewickedocean]

Seeing the smile on her companion’s face and the kittykit’s plight in trying to get up and out of the basket, the young Hawaiian woman decided to take matters into her own hands. She took hold of the little fuzzball and, without hesitation, she plopped it down towards Honor’s chest where the little animal decided to try and cling to his front and meow at him. 

Squeek. Purr. Coo.

What’s in the box?

If she got out early in the morning, and made a break for it early, she might be able to make it back by lunch before Honor suspected that something was amiss.

Walani had been doing her level-best to figure out what precisely was going where on the island. It was a large place, and though she had not yet found whatever or whoever had caused them such grief several seasons before it would appear that life had settled back into something that was like very domesticated half-bliss. Somedays, it was more of a quarter bliss. Others it was utter misery with a side of please make it end, but that was neither here nor there. One could only hope to take it one day at a time and all other relatable-yet-painful clichés.

Soon enough, she was back at camp with a basket in hand. A basket that soon found itself plopped on Honor’s lap.

She grinned like this was quite possibly the best thing ever.

[ @higgsburries ]

[thewickedocean]

“Juno?” she cocked her head to the side, having only caught the edges of what he had said, but was more content in watching his face and trying to decypher how he felt and if this was, in fact, a good idea.

The kittykit, on the other hand, was more than content to try to crawl out of the basket having found that there was a new and fascinating figure lurking in the distance at the tips of its claws. He stretched his little paws outward and tried to get a grip on Honor’s jacket to do some climbing. He only got about a few inches off the ground before toppling back into the box and resorting to plan B, which was meowing. There wasn’t much of a meow behind this particular kittykit, just a tiny squeak. 

What’s in the box?

If she got out early in the morning, and made a break for it early, she might be able to make it back by lunch before Honor suspected that something was amiss.

Walani had been doing her level-best to figure out what precisely was going where on the island. It was a large place, and though she had not yet found whatever or whoever had caused them such grief several seasons before it would appear that life had settled back into something that was like very domesticated half-bliss. Somedays, it was more of a quarter bliss. Others it was utter misery with a side of please make it end, but that was neither here nor there. One could only hope to take it one day at a time and all other relatable-yet-painful clichés.

Soon enough, she was back at camp with a basket in hand. A basket that soon found itself plopped on Honor’s lap.

She grinned like this was quite possibly the best thing ever.

[ @higgsburries ]

[thewickedocean]

For real. For. Freaking. Real. 

Date a boy who understand your culture and how much of a big part it is in your life.

[thewickedocean]

When he opened up the box honor was met with a pair of large, almost glowing eyes. They were a shimmering opal color, stark against the bright pink insides of its ears and the dark banding across its eyes like a little bandit mask. The creature was almost entirely fluff with its little ringed tail and its deceptively large body. The basket was opened at the kittykit pawed the edge of its little prison before making that strange cooing pigeon noise that somehow felines seemed to make.

 “I found a den a few days ago, and I’ve been trying to figure out what would make one of them want to come with me back home… It… uh… He? I’m pretty sure it’s a he… he did kind of destroy a feather on a stick on the way to the basket.”

What’s in the box?

If she got out early in the morning, and made a break for it early, she might be able to make it back by lunch before Honor suspected that something was amiss.

Walani had been doing her level-best to figure out what precisely was going where on the island. It was a large place, and though she had not yet found whatever or whoever had caused them such grief several seasons before it would appear that life had settled back into something that was like very domesticated half-bliss. Somedays, it was more of a quarter bliss. Others it was utter misery with a side of please make it end, but that was neither here nor there. One could only hope to take it one day at a time and all other relatable-yet-painful clichés.

Soon enough, she was back at camp with a basket in hand. A basket that soon found itself plopped on Honor’s lap.

She grinned like this was quite possibly the best thing ever.

[ @higgsburries ]

[thewickedocean]

“Open it!” Walani beamed.

The box made a little cooing noise, a rumbling purr before little needle-like claws were attempting to push their way out of the top of the basket.

What’s in the box?

If she got out early in the morning, and made a break for it early, she might be able to make it back by lunch before Honor suspected that something was amiss.

Walani had been doing her level-best to figure out what precisely was going where on the island. It was a large place, and though she had not yet found whatever or whoever had caused them such grief several seasons before it would appear that life had settled back into something that was like very domesticated half-bliss. Somedays, it was more of a quarter bliss. Others it was utter misery with a side of please make it end, but that was neither here nor there. One could only hope to take it one day at a time and all other relatable-yet-painful clichés.

Soon enough, she was back at camp with a basket in hand. A basket that soon found itself plopped on Honor’s lap.

She grinned like this was quite possibly the best thing ever.

[ @higgsburries ]

[thewickedocean]

“Uh, it’s a basket,” obviously, she was grinning ear to ear and soon enough plopped herself down in front of her companion. Walani plopped her hands in her lap and looked at the taller man expectantly. 

The basket wriggled, a little wobbly but certainly not in the way that one would expect should there be a rabbit inside. Or, well, any of the other standard fare that seemed to find its way into baskets around here. 

“What’s in the basket is the fun part.”

What’s in the box?

If she got out early in the morning, and made a break for it early, she might be able to make it back by lunch before Honor suspected that something was amiss.

Walani had been doing her level-best to figure out what precisely was going where on the island. It was a large place, and though she had not yet found whatever or whoever had caused them such grief several seasons before it would appear that life had settled back into something that was like very domesticated half-bliss. Somedays, it was more of a quarter bliss. Others it was utter misery with a side of please make it end, but that was neither here nor there. One could only hope to take it one day at a time and all other relatable-yet-painful clichés.

Soon enough, she was back at camp with a basket in hand. A basket that soon found itself plopped on Honor’s lap.

She grinned like this was quite possibly the best thing ever.

[ @higgsburries ]

[thewickedocean]

Have I ever told the story of how I found out I was secretly delicious?

there is no scarier image on this earth than of someone holding walani’s unconscious body and asking ‘do we have a cleaver?’

do you smell that?

it’s the scent of a…

culinary masterpiece 

[thewickedocean]

What’s in the box?

If she got out early in the morning, and made a break for it early, she might be able to make it back by lunch before Honor suspected that something was amiss.

 Walani had been doing her level-best to figure out what precisely was going where on the island. It was a large place, and though she had not yet found whatever or whoever had caused them such grief several seasons before it would appear that life had settled back into something that was like very domesticated half-bliss. Somedays, it was more of a quarter bliss. Others it was utter misery with a side of please make it end, but that was neither here nor there. One could only hope to take it one day at a time and all other relatable-yet-painful clichés.

 Soon enough, she was back at camp with a basket in hand. A basket that soon found itself plopped on Honor’s lap.

 She grinned like this was quite possibly the best thing ever.

[ @higgsburries ]

[thewickedocean]

There is an entire roller coaster of emotions for Walani, starting with delight (yay warly soup!) to relief (Wigfrid is okay) to concern (bad news?) to utter despair.

“You dropped it?!” 

... she wails and flops face first into the sand.

“Hey cömrades, just wanted tö update höw everything’s göing right nöw- Warly göt me söme söup and everything’s lööking a-ökay-!”

[thewickedocean]

She looked at Winona and grinned a playful, albeit edged and tired, grin. Her ears burned and her heart was racing. With the best of gentlemanly posture, she offered Winona her arm, “want me to make you dinner when we get up?”

A beat passed.

“Please say no, because I seriously do not want to cook.”

It was an attempt at levity, an attempt at keeping it light so they could get back into the light. In truth she didn’t know what had worn so heavily on Winona but it had been enough that some part of Walani had shaken, enough that some part of her was moved in the afterwards.  

5, Your muse roughly grabs my muse's arm (workaholic-winona)

“Hey!” she yelped, immediately attempting to yank her arm away.The process was enough to make her stop walking, though, which may have been agood thing.

The caves weren’t a friendly place to be, and the youngerHawaiian woman held onto her lantern tightly. She refused to let go just yet,or at all. They still needed to grab fuel for their particular journey but thefurther the two women wandered into the underground labyrinth the more clear itbecame that this was the sort of place that people were never intended to walkout of.

The bunnymen didn’t bother to come out this far; Walanirather liked the little nocturnal fluffballs, preferring them much more to thepig men on the surface (what wasn’t to love? They were fluffy and vegetariansand, therefore, had no interest in eating her.)  The world around them had started to change.Strange lighting let off an unnatural glow in the distance and the architecturewas… well… architecture.

Something, or someone, had lived down here once.

Walani turned around to look at Winona, renewing her effortto give them some space, “that hurts!”

[thewickedocean]

“Holy crap, seven dollars?!” her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the mere mention of those heels. Walani tried to turn around for a moment only to remember that Willow was braiding her hair. Her hands plopped back down in her lap and the surfer straightened up to continue looking forward and not disturb the whole process, “they’re so pretty…”

Walani siiiiighed a deep and dreamy sigh. Such pretty shoes, such pretty braids. Like it or not, Willow was a ball of rambunctious classy. Mae West before anyone knew who Mae West was. Well, maybe Mae West with a blowtorch.

“I did everything my brothers did right up until I hit my teenage years,, and then it was basically me trying to sneak out to dance halls and failing miserably. And wearing pants,” a beat passed, “seriously, Willow, you gotta try this. Pants are amazing.”

“Would yoo~uuo let your hair down so I could braid it?”

Walani looked around before tossing Willow a little smile. “Sure!”

The Hawaiian surfer reached up and undid the ribbons holding her hair up; getting her hair out of the tightly-wound buns took a little coaxing but soon enough the young woman’s hair tumbled downward in a mess of gently takes curls that fell down to almost her elbows. It was really surprising to see precisely how much hair she had, now that it was all down!

[thewickedocean]

She hadn’t heard the stories? Walani shook her head no, tipping her head to the side and observing the child while he played with the feathers floating through the air with the lazy lilt that feathers always seemed to be floating. It was in 1924. The… the same year that she disappeared, the same year that she came here, and she tried to pull any kind of information she had seen in newspapers.

The feather was pinned to the ground. Tight. Deft.

“Our eyes?” because she couldn’t leave it alone. It wasn’t just him, or worse- what if there were more of them- less friendly little things lurking under the ground ready to pounce on something larger than a bird.

“Birrrd.” He hissed in defiance, with emphasis on the d. Quite suddenly, with the speed of most of the moles that resided here, Caleb just… Burrowed into the ground. Completely out of sight. He dug away at the dirt like any other old animal, only with at least four times the speed. Though he wasn’t visible, his scraping of dirt and earth from beneath the groun was particuarlly audible. A few feet away from the Hawaiian, maybe about ten to fifteen or so, he rocketed out of the ground, pouncing on a nearby Raven, who began squawking furiously in fear.  Without a second thought, Cabel shoved the entire bird into his mouth, devouring it in a single instant. He looked back up at the woman as if nothing had ever happened,  “What’s so dangerous about this place again?”

[thewickedocean]

She wanted to leave. She wanted to leave now. And soon enough Walani crouched and placed her still trembling hand on Winona’s shoulder. She gave her a good, solid shake before looking around. Charlie was still Winona’s sister, still a person underneath all the terror and strength but at her core she was still also a being which could at any moment flay Walani alive if she were not very, very careful. That threat was very real- if she didn’t leave now, there may not be the chance.

“Winona?” she shook again, “Winona we need to go back, it is getting late. We… uh… we’ve been down here too long and I don’t think I can keep up.”

5, Your muse roughly grabs my muse's arm (workaholic-winona)

“Hey!” she yelped, immediately attempting to yank her arm away.The process was enough to make her stop walking, though, which may have been agood thing.

The caves weren’t a friendly place to be, and the youngerHawaiian woman held onto her lantern tightly. She refused to let go just yet,or at all. They still needed to grab fuel for their particular journey but thefurther the two women wandered into the underground labyrinth the more clear itbecame that this was the sort of place that people were never intended to walkout of.

The bunnymen didn’t bother to come out this far; Walanirather liked the little nocturnal fluffballs, preferring them much more to thepig men on the surface (what wasn’t to love? They were fluffy and vegetariansand, therefore, had no interest in eating her.)  The world around them had started to change.Strange lighting let off an unnatural glow in the distance and the architecturewas… well… architecture.

Something, or someone, had lived down here once.

Walani turned around to look at Winona, renewing her effortto give them some space, “that hurts!”