𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍 [ 🔥 ]

“Well, that was Plan C if I didn’t get accepted, but I can easily prioritize that first, and then make legitimate application second, which originally was Plan A, and Plan B was to kill the interview guy and take his place to accept MYSELF! Camp counselors typically don’t put up much of a fight, like that guy with the hockey mask from a couple o’ years ago. (At least I think he was the counselor.)”

Metal claws scratched what he could call his chin.

“I’mma make this camp my bitch, i’m gonna tell the scariest campfire stories, hunt so many animals, and show you guys how to strangle a ghost! It’s gonna be L-I-T! Literally! Because i’m gonna set the trees on fire to spell out S.O.S signals to teach you how to survive out in the wild! Then, when I think you guys are ready, show you how to kill a high-ranking politician!”

“Yeah, like you could actually teach me how to burn down a forest. I bet I can burn a forest faster than you.” Damien’s tail gave a proud flick at that while he listened to Frank’s ramblings. “You can teach me that weapon trick though, like its so hard to get your hands on proper weapons without the school confiscating them all the time.” 

It did sound like the whole camping trip was going to be much more chaotic with Frank in charge. Also, Damien could do whatever he wanted wich was a bonus.

           There eyes return to the canvas, shaking their head with a difficult expression on their face. “No, there is no such thing as art detention. I am still working on a piece for the student exhibition in two weeks. And I just can’t think of anything good. This…–for lack of better words–I hate it. It doesn’t um…spark happiness. I’m thinking of starting over completely.” Glancing back over to Damien, Kaleolani starts to wonder just how creative this dick painting of his would get. “An’ if you’re going to graffiti the school, you may as well go all out and take the brown an’ yellow. Ah. And don’t forget the white.” It’s the most important color if you intend on doing a picture of a dick. As the canvas is turned away from the entrance, Kaleolani makes an effort to cover the embarrassment with a cloth, not wishing for Damien to see.

“Red is the raddest color though, how will people know its my dick if it isn’t red??” Damien placed a hand on his hip, peering at the picture drawn by the Siren. He squinted his eyes at it, visibly pondering what could be missing on the piece. “If you ask me, it needs more fire and knives.” 

          “Oh?” The water slowly starts to warm like that of a hot tub. It was far more comfortable to swim about in warm water than cold as joints begin to relax and the color returns to their cheeks. “I do love a good hot tub. Let’s add air jets.” Looking around them, a smile tugs at their lips as hands raise. Bubbles begin to form and water shifts, raising as if having a mind of its own. Forming something akin to a hand, reaching out to grasp for the devil, smacking him into the pool and leaving him no room fight back from getting wet. 

          “Heheh. Oops.” Kaleolani didn’t quite have a grasp on their water manipulation, but they had to admit that the life the water took had a great sense of humor. But with all the fun they were having, the tour had been one of the last things on their mind. The sight of the pool secured his interest at this point.

“GAH!!”

With a big splash! Damien lands in the water, resurfacing with a growl. “You fuckfish!! You ruined my MakeU-- ... My clothes! YOU RUINED MY CLOTHES!” The water around Damien began to bubble from the sheer anger causing his body heat to raise to incinerating temperatures. School had just started and he was drenched in stupid water!

        He climbed out of the pool, running a hand through his hair before he let a flame appear in his hand to dry his hair and face a little, only to then take aim and toss the fireball directly at the newbie.