Open RP: Stranger things have happened

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

((Botan's first RP post. Figured it's time to get her out and about. :D))

Anyone passing through this corridor might find it a bit hard to navigate through, what with all the random things laying around. Old books, weird artifacts, and....is that a skull? If you can think it, it's probably down there. And camping in this disarray is Botan, who seems to be off in her own little world. Sitting up on a rafter and wearing a big pair of sunglasses probably doesn't help her image much either.

She has a book in her lap, and a pen intertwined in her fingers. She's looking over the hall. Hmmm, very interesting. She scribbles something down. She's watching verrry carefully.

At any rate, she seems ripe for any passerby to bother. And the stuff's not too shabby, either.

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[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erk doesn't usually wander around this part of the school, but he seems to have gotten himself lost. He's currently staring at the large amount of various stuff on the floor, which looks rather like an enchanter's workshop just exploded. He's probably going to think to look up eventually.*

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

A voice from above him might suprise him. "Hi!"

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Given that Erk does not in fact know a spell of flight, there's no reasonable explanation for how high he just managed to jump.*

Hello? *He peers up cautiously, having had bad experiences with strange females. One in particular. The pegasus sisters haven't shown up without me knowing, have they?*

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

Botan, however, is about as harmless as a amputated fly. Most of the time. "Sorry about the mess," she says carelessly. "I have too many things."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erk shrugs.* I seem to have the same problem sometimes. Amazing how much stuff one person can accumulate. I'm Erk, by the way.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

She nods. "I'm Botan. I'd pick it up, but I'm doing an experiment."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

What, to see how many people give up and go around?

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

She adjusts her glasses. "Of course not, silly! To see if they go for a certain thing!"

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

I'd go find Matthew, but he'd probably ruin the experiment by taking everything. As he's reminded me more than once, old habits die hard, and Matthew's a diehard thief. *The mage feels obscurely proud of working a bit of modern slang into a rather bad pun. The he pulls a face.* Note to self: never make that joke again.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

Botan gives him a laugh, but it might just be a pity life. "You can find out a lot about someone by what stuff they like."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Reposted for right journal.))

Wonder what liking anything vaguely valuable and not nailed down says about you? *Erk casts about, then picks up an interesting-looking book.* I'd probably take this if I didn't know it already belonged to someone.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

She's scribbling in her book again. "Take it.'

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

... And can you actually see the book when the lenses of your glasses are all black like that?

((OOC: Thank you, medieval society. The man's never seen sunglasses before, I'm afraid.))

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

"Yes, and yes." She takes her glasses off, revealing her pink eyes. "They're tinted. You can see out a lot better than others can see in."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

Ah, the wonders of future modern technology.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

She puts them back on. "They really don't do to much to hide my identity, though."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't think so; the hair's kind of a giveaway. I get the impression blue hair's fairly uncommon around here.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

"It's not. And purple isn't either. We should have a club!"

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

Ookay... *If she starts calling me "Erky" I'm going to run for Gryffindor and not look back.*

Better than pink hair and absurdly long pigtails, anyway.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

"I like pink." She sticks out her hand, unable to bow due to her position. "I'm Botan."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

It's not pink in general I have difficulty with, it's one person in particular who happens to have pink hair. One very loud person.

And you said that already.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

((Ahahaha, that's what the mun gets for doing two things at once. XD))

"Oh, I did? Silly me! I'm just so excited!"

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. Just don't give me annoying nicknames and I don't expect there'll be any problems. I may be forced to do something I'd rather not if you call me "Erky," for instance.

*The mage considers this statement, and feels that it would be prudent to clarify.* By which I mean I'd rather not fall down all the stairs in the castle trying to run away.

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

"Okay, deal. No Erky." No guarantees on anything else, though.

((Wrong Botan account. XD))

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

Thank Elmine. *Erk shakes his head.* Never get involved with an army. Brings the lunatics out of the woodwork like nothing else. *Non sequitur, anyone?*

[pleasantpeony.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind next time Koenma tries to recruit me for that Spirit World Special Ops thing."

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

I expect it's a similar concept. Large number of people banded together to fight another large number of ... people ... Did you just say "Spirit World"?