Recent content by Jill (The Beast)

"Am I allowed to speak, now?" Mask asked, still wrapped up within the blanket. Of course, no one else heard this. Jill sighed. She seemed reluctant, but she freed Mask and held him up. "What is it now, Mask?" She asked. She figured there was no point in hiding it. She had already revealed her...

"My dear, my dear." Galopin tutted and shook his head. "It matters not if they are princess or paupette. A face is just a face. What's important is that they connected on an emotional level. Regardless of how they would be seen, the fact is that they can face societal expectations together...

Beast looked past Mina, and their eyes widened as they saw none other than Sean Wicke, their new mentor. Shit! "Stay up here," Beast advised the vixen before throwing themselves from atop the crates. They plummeted to the ground, landing unceremoniously on a rat and using him to cushion their...

Beast didn't have much time to regroup or recoup when, suddenly, the vixen they had just rescued charged madly into the fray. Alarmed, Beast ran after her. Gaining speed, Beast spotted a particularly riled up todd with an axe stalking towards Lily. Locking onto their target, Beast lept through...

Jill turned to Sean, despair evident in her eyes. "I have to at least try." She lamented. "I won't know if they need or want help... if I don't try. That's... that's what being a hero is. To me." Jill took a deep breath. "I have to try and help others. Even if it seems hopeless... because I...

Beast reached out for the book. If what Peter was saying was true, it was so tempting. So tantalizing. But they stopped. "No, no. I can't kill somebeast, even if they are bad. Can't I just... scare them? You know, 'You'd better clean up your act, or I'll beat you black and blue'. Something like...

Now, Jean-Pascal Galopin did not see himself as a beast of intellect. There was no shame in admitting when someone else was smarter than him, and frankly, this jill seemed to be much smarter than him. The way she spoke confused and frightened him, but he composed himself. "My Dear Jill, do...

Jean-Pascal Galopin, currently Agana Jocelin Lapps, was mingling with the crowd. He wasn't sure how the party would get started. Usually, he was the one to initiate it. Due to the disguise, however, he couldn't, and so the guests mingled aimlessly. "Gates, this is a disaster!" He muttered to...

Jean-Pascal Galopin was simply the todd to know, and his luxurious manor was the place to be if you were some beast worth knowing in Bully Harbor. A ridiculously wealthy socialite, the eccentric bachelor was known to throw over-the-top parties where many an elite could come and truly let loose...

Beast was immediately tempted by the book. It was precisely the thing they were looking for. Direct access. They leaned forward a bit, almost reaching out for the book before drawing back. "So you give me the book, and then what?" They asked with an eyebrow raised. Not that it mattered, Peter...

Jill froze up a bit at this, and she smiled, albeit a bit nervously. "If you insist, Father. But if you ask me, you'd be more fitting as the old Saint himself." She leaned down, allowing Mordecai to plop the hat onto her head before jostling the bag off her shoulders and handing it off to him...

As Peter leaned in, Beast leaned back. Something about this ferret sent a chill down their back. “Mr. Morrey.” They started. “With all due respect, I don’t think I’m ready for the sort of action that you are describing. It sounds like politics to me, and I’m not exactly anyone special. I’m a...

Jill nodded, still smiling. "If old Vulpuz tries to give you any trouble, Father, just holler for me. I'll come running and give him the ole one-two!" She emphasized this by punching the air with her fists. Her smile faded, and she turned to Mordecai. "Let's hurry now, Father. It's Giftmas...

“I don’t know.” Beast replied. “It was just a group of thugs. I didn’t stop to ask them which crime syndicate they may or may not have been affiliated with.” Beast gingerly placed a paw on the stitches, wincing. “They were talking about, I don’t know. Extortions, embezzlement, counterfeit...

Neither Beast nor Jill cared for the way Peter was looking at them. It was unnerving, and frankly quite frightening. Again, they were grateful to be able to hide their face. Beast took Peter's paw warily and shook it. "Beast. Just... Beast. The full title is... a bit much." Their voice was very...