Howl (Howell) Jenkins, Howl's Moving Castle ( Book )

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

A well dressed young man walked into the room. He did not seem unsettled or confused to find himself in this place. In fact he seamed quite comfortable and aloof. He was dressed in an elaborate silver and blue suit, lace and embroidery in abundance. He could have just stepped out of an eighteenth century romance.

He approached the questionnaire and paused, they seamed somewhat nonsensical but looked fun, he decided he would answer them, even though he usually avoided answering things unless necessary. He picked up the quill and began to fill out the form.


1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

He had to think about this for a moment. It really depended on the situation and recourses didn't it? "What about your favorite cheese? Do you prefer hard or soft?"

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

He blinked slightly at the question. He wasn't sure who either of the mentioned names were, they didn't sound threatening and they had nothing to do with him. "Why would I want to kill either? Unless it's simply someone trying to pawn their dirty work on me, and then I still won't take part in that."

3. What time is it where you are?

He wondered why the time mattered, maybe it was a survey. "Always the wrong time," he paused for a moment and then added, "and the wrong place."

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

The questions got weirder and weirder. "W And honestly I would hope that if I were dead I would stay dead, wait no I would rather I hadn't died to begin with.” what a question! That’s a sure way to loose bad approach as well you need to wait for the girl to actively wish your company."

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

He could picture it now, working in a bar, his sister Megan having a breakdown over how much that was beneath his education, how it made her look and her husband. As fun as it would be to stick it to her a bit, he would never like working in a bar. He shook his head slowly. "Bartend? Don't be ridiculous I have better things to do, like drink at that bar."

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

He didn't dwell on the fact that the question was talking about men he figured that whatever reality these people were from there must be no issue. "Not my place to decide something like that. I suppose the one he feels more connected to, the one that seems right."

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

There was a bit of pride. He may not look like the sort who enjoyed his education but he was proud of it, and spent a lot of time perusing it. Though, the sound of so many papers sounded like a lot of boring work, the kind he liked to try and skip over now a days. Something he would put off till the last minute if he couldn't instruct someone else on how to do it. "Your either doing it wrong, uninterested in your topic, or disorganized. Nothing wrong with disorganization though, sometimes serendipity achieves many amazing discoveries. If your uninterested in your topic though change it! Why waste time on something you dislike?"

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

This sounded like something his sister would say to him. It irritated him, why should he prove himself to anyone? All people had different opinions and in the end it was all about conforming to another’s’ expectation. "What's the point? I know what I am and that’s all that matters."

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

He didn't know what a squib was, nor have much to offer as a bribe. He had spent most the money recently on what Michael would call frivolous, the boy had to learn to live. After all he always figured a way out of a bad situation.

He thought about it for a moment He could offer work, but it depended on how much work he would be expected to do, as well as what type. He could offer the interesting Scull as well as the guitar, or perhaps loaning Sophie off as a cleaning lady.

In the end the only thing he had of great value, and little cost to himself, was knowledge. "I could tell you how to traverse worlds, see the other realities that are just a bare step away."



"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___HJ_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____HJ_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___HJ________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___HJ__________"

Comments

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

"I prefer hard cheeses, but you, sir, are evading the question."

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

Howl smiled, a polite smile that some might call charming. "But it is a good question, to find out the preferences of others. What type of cheese would you have with a white wine? I hear Smoked Gouda is good."

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

"Smoked Gouda could go with a red wine as well. If you're going to have a white wine, Mini Babybel is a good match. Of course," and here the Chairman gave his own maybe-charming smile, "it would help if you named a specific wine."

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"How about blackberry?" he replied, though in truth he wasn't much of a wine drinker.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

"Crème fraiche."

Kinda sad that he could answer that without blinking.

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"What other foods do you enjoy? You seem to be well versed in cheese and wine," Howl simply figured the man a food critic of some sort, or perhaps a member of the upper crest.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

There were others that arrived after he did. They seemed surprised. This one, however, seemed as if he expected to be somewhere else. Kusuriyuri approached him slowly, watching to see if he would be welcomed or avoided. His geta make a soft clacking noise as he walks and his case jingles slightly, giving anyone enough warning to turn away if they do not wish to speak to him.

((OOC: He is very traditionally Japanese and speaks that way, if you have trouble understanding what is being said, I can 'westernize' it in notes))

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

Howl turned to the sound of someone approaching. He gave a warm and open smile, the impression of a personable man. "Why hello there."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Slightly put off by the very effusive greeting, Kusuriyuri bows. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he says quietly. "If I may, you did not seem surprised to be here...?"

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

He made a small bow, adding a bit of flourish too it. The man had a way of looking like he was putting on a performance rather than doing what he would naturally do.

"It's usually a disadvantage to be surprised. Other then that I am rather familiar with various different types of places," if he meant he was familiar with the place he found himself now, or simply is familiar to unfamiliar surroundings wasn't plain.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri smiles slightly. "I have found that what one is used to is not always so in this place." He tilts his head slightly. "You are a traveler?"

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

He thought about this for a moment, in a broad sort of way it was true. "I have traveled, and am capable of traveling. But I am perfectly capable of sitting in one place for an extended period of time."

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

"I AM BEOWULF," bellowed a rather muscular Nordic type, clad in a black Hogwarts robe that hung open to reveal his leather boxer-briefs and some stylish barbarian boots. His Gryffindor school tie he'd knotted about his forehead Rambo-style, its ends dangling free down his broad back. "YOUR ATTIRE IS NOT THAT OF A WARRIOR." Because Beowulf's attire so was the attire of a warrior.

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"Well of course it wouldn't be, I'm not a warrior," he spoke as if anyone with good sense wouldn't be one. "I absolutely abhor conflict anyway."

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

Beowulf found this admission of cowardice highly shocking. It was one thing to dis a guy like Unferth and tell him he was a complete wuss, Geat-style. It was another thing to have a guy tell you flat-out that he didn't love battle.

Just to make sure he'd heard this correctly -- maybe he still had some water in his ears from his latest lake swim? -- Beowulf asked:

"YOU DO NOT TAKE JOY IN BATTLE?"

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

Not liking battle wasn't even the half of it, Howl hated all kinds of conflict, and though he was a great coward he felt his dislike for conflict had nothing to do with his fear.

"NO! Why would I? Battle and fighting is unpleasant you can get hurt and it takes so much energy. Even magical battles are too much unless it's the last option," Howl shook his head, a hand delicately at his nose as if the mere concept of going into battle gave him a headache.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

"IT IS THE PLACE OF A MAN TO DELIGHT IN BATTLE," Beowulf declared. "UNLESS IT BE TO SLAY KIN, WHICH IS NOT BEFITTING A MAN OF HONOR. A MAN SHOULD SLAY FOES AND MONSTERS."

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"A man should do there best to impress the ladies, and know how to interact with society. Other men can go off and beat the brains out of each other, I prefer the role of the lover thank you."

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Sorting Hat scowled. "The spellcheck function on these Dictaquills must be all off. All right, then, what have you got that a Hat of exceptional style and good taste might desire?"

The Hat was wearing a hugely gaudy rhinestone hatpin. Its style and taste were questionable.

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"I am not sure, do hats like the company of fellow hats? I have access to a lovely Sunday hat that has been enchanted," he started of slowly. "Or perhaps you have something on your mind?"

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

This piqued the Hat's interest. "How was the hat enchanted? What does the enchantment do?"

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"I know a girl who can talk life into things. She has a tendency to talk to inanimate objects enchanting them with her words and giving them a sort of life. I think one has been made into an event magnet."

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Hat pretended to know what an event magnet was. "Oh, that's wonderful! Could she bring hats to life for me?"

[wicked-howell.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure she could, it's practically her calling in life."

Gryffindor!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

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