Flying high on borrowed wings

ReD · Jan 10, 2018

Cabel Sokol was at a party.

He was normally at parties. He liked parites. Constantly caffineated and with a body that seemed to exhale self-absorbed confidence and meme culture, Cabel was invited to a lot of parties. Tonight, he was dressed in a tight pair of jeans, a Lisa Frank shirt featuring a banana dressed in a hat, and a pair of sunglasses even though it was pretty dark.

The music was thumping, the lights were flashing, and Cabel was selling Yewbies.

It was a derivative made from unicorn blood and the after effects were pretty mild: some light sparking, a person would have a mad craving for salad, and, naturally, they would emit rainbows should they achieve climax anytime during the night.

Cabel considered that his calling card.

He was sitting at a table holding onto his drink (which he was certain that wasn't spiked because he brought it from home) looking for his next potential client.

Someone caught his eye.

"You likin' the party?" Cabel asked.

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Silver · Jan 11, 2018

Unlike Cabel, Poprock wasn’t exactly invited to this party, he rarely was invited to parties. It wasn’t only because of his somewhat newish arrival to the islands, but also because outside of parties he was rarely seen around the island at all, even within the school walls where he was supposed to be during most of the day thanks to him being a student, and this caused him to have very few friends and also be hard to contact for those willing to invite him.

He simply couldn’t help himself. Whenever he caught notice of a party happening anywhere in the island he had to go there, he was a music demon, for crying out-loud, this kind of places were exactly where he was meant to be. He walked in with his markings completely turned off, appearing to be a completely black weird anthropomorphic creature at best. His ears moved slightly when he listened to the music flooding the whole area, his glowing neon blue eyes moved to see at the crowd as they danced, his pupils started to speed up their spinning movement as he started to feel excited.

He quickly walked away from the entrance and closer to the center of the whole thing. The party was nice, the people was having fun, he could tell by the smell of the booze and the occasional tipsy creature that he had arrived at a great time as the party was going strong but nobody was too drunk or high to make it go truly wild. After all, that was his job.

As he walked around to get a better picture of the area as well as to make his way towards the DJ he was planning to replace quite soon he turned his head as somebody caught his attention. He seemed human in appearance, but in this island things were normally not what they appeared to be. He had to wait a couple seconds to be sure if he was referring to him or someone else, and he either wasn’t the only one confused or he was right at assuming he wasn’t the one the boy wanted and answer from when another creature answered his question.

Shrugging this off he resumed walking towards the DJ, getting on the platform where he was and after plugging in his antennae to the set as well as convincing the DJ to let him have a turn, aka. pushing him aside before showing his huge fangs at him as well as glaring at him with his clearly insane glowing eyes, he quickly uploaded a couple songs that he didn’t had knowledge of to his music memory and downloaded as many as he could from his own. He wasn’t sure why nor cared, but the DJ that dared to face him after being replaced was really rare.

As soon as the last song stopped, he went immediately into his usual party rampage. His invisible markings glowing in an intense neon blue color alongside his chest speaker as music blasted from both himself and the speakers of the area, his party aura almost immediately starting to make itself present and spread, affecting those inside the room.

ReD · Jan 16, 2018

Cabel had experienced many interesting things on the island.
He met a Phoenix with an addiction to a mysteriously little crystal that kept her from bursting into flames. He met and fell in love with a unicorn. He was chased by a security guard around campus. He hear music sung by an angel that nearly made him collapse into dreams despite his caffeine-filled veins.

He had never experienced anything like Poprock.

He did not know the demon’s name. He didn’t even know that’s what Poprock was. It was the Manta Carlos; Cabel was expecting the unexpected. A bipedal canine whose stripes began to glow during a party was no more unexpected than the time the shy, quiet werewolf Jake turned out to be gay and trounced an elf-boy in class.

Cabel thought he was going to continue to lounge by the punch, his feet resting high on the armchair. Cabel dressed the part of the fool but he sat like a King. This was his court.

Whatever that creature did, Cabel found himself on his feet. It was like he’d never heard music before. His body thrummed and moved and for once, Cabel didn’t consciously remember that he was a white suburban kid with no sense of rhythm. He lost himself in the music.

The neon stripes on the demon’s arms were burned into Cabel’s eyes like an afterglow. Everything felt elated. Cabel felt like he had taken one of his drugs. It was terrifying and invigorating and Christ, what the hell was going on?

He could barely keep his head straight but, at one moment, Cabel locked eyes with that demonic Dj and asked, “what the hell are you?”

The words were lost beneath the thrum of the music and the blood dancing in Cabel’s veins.

Remember to ask him, he kept telling himself, but Cabel couldn’t remember anything except how much fun he was having in that very moment.

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Flying high on borrowed wings

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