IT GOES - open; macaroni arts

[rhosmari]

If anyone asked her how she had found boxes of macaroni she would probably spin this elaborate tale of danger and adventure. Her mind running wild with many thoughts of how dangerous it had been to acquire such marvelously crafted and slightly bowed uncooked noodles. At this point this was her life's work and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect. From the construction paper she used down to the smallest sliver of glue. Because if it wasn't perfect by her standards then she'd have to throw it all away. And she had to go and make her way to Sunhaven to give her papa his picture too. But first she had to finish everyone else's stuff. The child had been skittering around the bay area all day and she still didn't have a proper place to stay yet but that didn't seem to bother the young kid. She was happy just being anywhere and everywhere. Collecting items left and right she had taken everything to a small spot near the water, tails flicking independently here an there as she allowed her tongue to slightly peek out in concentration. Each noodle had to be precisely put and her eyes narrowed as she started to assemble another picture.

A few others had already been completed and some discarded. Much of them had macaroni pieces that were kind of blackened because of how excited she got when she was near completing them. It was tough luck when she couldn't control her fire elementals that well. The only thing she was mostly scared of was that thing coming out of her anyway and she huff as steaming paws put the past macaroni in place for a picture that looked like Goldie. She liked her because of how nice she had been to her when she had first gotten her and the fact that she liked trick or treating. It didn't take much for the young catsune to become attached to others. The other pictures were of Baku, Lulu, Masie, Ichigo her papa, Junji, and that was about it. Her small huff as she looked at the gathered pictures and how crudely they kind of looked like the animals they were supposed to represent. But she was happy with them, burnt pieces and all.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #77ceee; font-size: 24px;"]— TECHNO ♛

#psychosocial.

[Masie]

Masie did a lot of adventuring around the territory, got into her own forms of danger every single day without even trying. Of course, if she really got all that shaken by her numerous experiences she would just learn her lesson and stay in the nest, but that was far from the case. Instead? She grew more into an adventurous little thing which would run all over the place looking for one of her friends. Masie would stick with one long as she could, than when something came up which caused her to need to retreat the tiny raptor would run and find another. All the running around she did, would undoubtly one day make her one of the swiftest members among the ranks of the typhoon but for now she was just that annoying brown blur that occasionally almost tripped someone. Having finished up something elsewhere in the territory, the developing hunter was tracking down the scent of Techno wanting to check on her little buddy, since small animals were so vulnerable to this world. She knew that because of how many mice she downed a day!

A brown snout appeared shortly behind the small catsune, large amber eyes taking in what she was seeing. After several seconds of staring? "MASIE!" The raptor realized that one of them looked an awful lot like her reflection when she went fishing, the thing on the thing was made to be her, techno had done a thing. Instantly she went running around the area in a circle, eventually tripping over herself and landing on her back with a startled cry. Once she righted herself after the hyper freak out? Masie chittered happily, side stepping over to Techno and pressing her muzzle to the side of the tiny creature. Of course, she had no idea of the purpose, she just realized that someone had made a thingy on some thingy with some thingies that looked like her.

[Grey]

There were a stupid number of items that had been washed up the shore of The Typhoon. At this point, he was waiting for an entire supermarket to appear on their beach one day, full functioning with a well-staffed checkout. He isn't sure if he'd be surprised or laugh, but the result would be the same no matter how he reacted. The beaches of their island were strange, always vomiting something ridiculous into the sands and waiting for some lucky idiot to come across them, picking up and screaming 'finders keepers!'. Bakugou had yet to coincidentally come across anything but he supposed his perfectly intact and abandoned blacksmith hut was what the universe had been saving all his luck for, leading him to be able to master his craftsmanship. Well, on the topic of crafts, he wasn't blind to the sculptures that the sage appeared to be doing. He was honestly afraid to approach her at first, worried she would chase him down in the same of patching up his 'boo-boos' because he had no time to be justifying why he nearly barbecued a poor girl. At the same time, the nuisance of a raptor was there. He was in no mood to be hissed at by the reptile, ready to burn her if she so much at pretended to lunge at him. He didn't count her as a member.

Before he thought about it much further, his paws were already pulling him towards the macaroni sculptures. His eyes came to catch onto something the vaguely resembled Junji, only recognising that it was supposed to be the angel because of the large wings. He frowns a little, dropping his ears when he sees another one happened to be Masie. It was hard, however, to ignore the burnt markings. When he looked at one that seemed to look like himself, he was caught off guard before suddenly noticing all the blackened parts. He snorts, realising his one seemed to have the most. "Any reason why I'm the most burnt?" the Reaver asks, huffing in his own kind of amusement. He wasn't upset, merely prodding at the imperfections of her art as his fire-coated tail hovers calmly behind him. He was hoping the look of the flames would ward Masie away, seeing the way the child looked so excited made him a little anxious. He didn't want to deal with Owen, he hated hearing from the indominous rex because he enjoyed to annoy and belittle him. "If ya hated me that much, ya could just say it to my face," he adds to Technopaw, raising a figurative brow. If he was the playful type, he would perhaps even poke his tongue. Unfortunately, he was not.