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hh_mirror2008-04-09 02:12 pm
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Application: Liandra ("Lee"), Fallen Angel comics
"Oh, goddammit." The words sounded more pissed than surprised. The woman who had just appeared in the Sorting Room smelled strongly of blood and beer, and when she pushed back the hood of her cloak enough to take in her surroundings her face looked severely annoyed.
"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.
She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Huh." She picked up the quill pen that sat by the parchment and wrote, Pizza cheese. Because it goes on pizza.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Normally I'd be happy to kill either one, but let's go with Barney for the moment. Shitty prop comedy doesn't get stuck in my head. She looked around, hoping that the fat purple bastard would shamble in, just inviting her to punch a hole through his ribcage. She hated that song.
3. What time is it where you are?
Since I'm here, it's the time that it is here right now. And here is... Superhuman sense of direction to the rescue! Scotland. And since it's morning in Scotland, it's morning where I am.
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.
I don't know. Whichever one was best looking. She thought about it, crossed it out, and rewrote her answer as The best looking one who doesn't mind necrophilia, if we're going by the situation in the question.
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.
I don't bartend. I just drink. Preferably at Furor's.
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.
Do you think I give a shit? I don't care if they fuck each other all at once or one after the other, and neither do any of those arrogant fucks in the myths. They don't care about you. They only care about what you give to them. Half of them wouldn't care who this Harry fucked as long as he fucked them first, and the other half would just want to watch whatever was going on. You give these assholes way too much credit, you know that? Fuck 'em all.Sore subject for her? No, not at all!
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.
Because you're a stupid asshole who doesn't do the paperwork. Or you're a stupid asshole who gets more paperwork than you get rid of. Either way, you're probably a stupid asshole.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I teach high school gym, so I've developed the ability to be around teenagers for extended periods of time without killing them. I'm also really good at killing people who piss me off. And she could jump really far, hit things really really hard, shoot mystical energy from her eyes and body, and be near invulnerable when she put her mind to it, but it was always worth it to have some things hidden.
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.
Lee's eyes narrowed. For future reference, I don't do so well with warnings. How about this: If I like you okay, I'll see that you get a free drink or two if you ever end up in Bete Noir. Or if you need justice and you don't piss me off, I might help. Maybe. If you deserve it, if you're not a complete idiot and if--this is the most important one--I don't have anything better to do.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Lee
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Lee
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Lee
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Lee
((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))
"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.
She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Huh." She picked up the quill pen that sat by the parchment and wrote, Pizza cheese. Because it goes on pizza.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Normally I'd be happy to kill either one, but let's go with Barney for the moment. Shitty prop comedy doesn't get stuck in my head. She looked around, hoping that the fat purple bastard would shamble in, just inviting her to punch a hole through his ribcage. She hated that song.
3. What time is it where you are?
Since I'm here, it's the time that it is here right now. And here is... Superhuman sense of direction to the rescue! Scotland. And since it's morning in Scotland, it's morning where I am.
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.
I don't know. Whichever one was best looking. She thought about it, crossed it out, and rewrote her answer as The best looking one who doesn't mind necrophilia, if we're going by the situation in the question.
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.
I don't bartend. I just drink. Preferably at Furor's.
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.
Do you think I give a shit? I don't care if they fuck each other all at once or one after the other, and neither do any of those arrogant fucks in the myths. They don't care about you. They only care about what you give to them. Half of them wouldn't care who this Harry fucked as long as he fucked them first, and the other half would just want to watch whatever was going on. You give these assholes way too much credit, you know that? Fuck 'em all.
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.
Because you're a stupid asshole who doesn't do the paperwork. Or you're a stupid asshole who gets more paperwork than you get rid of. Either way, you're probably a stupid asshole.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I teach high school gym, so I've developed the ability to be around teenagers for extended periods of time without killing them. I'm also really good at killing people who piss me off. And she could jump really far, hit things really really hard, shoot mystical energy from her eyes and body, and be near invulnerable when she put her mind to it, but it was always worth it to have some things hidden.
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.
Lee's eyes narrowed. For future reference, I don't do so well with warnings. How about this: If I like you okay, I'll see that you get a free drink or two if you ever end up in Bete Noir. Or if you need justice and you don't piss me off, I might help. Maybe. If you deserve it, if you're not a complete idiot and if--this is the most important one--I don't have anything better to do.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Lee
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Lee
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Lee
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Lee
((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))
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Something about her... Oh yeah, Brice knew this kind of vibe. Hell, he'd had this kind of vibe himself not that long ago, and the memory of it was something that stuck with you.
"Neat trick," he commented, nodding at her hovering figure. He wondered if it was something she did all the time, and if people noticed. He hadn't gone for hovering himself back when he was a bad guy, since it had been too tightly connected with Heaven and the shiny little angels above, and Brice'd done everything in his power to cut the strings attached to that place when he Fell. It would have made it less painful.
"So why are you here?" the angel asked next, with his arms carefully crossed over his chest. Asking was smart. He could only hope that she wasn't going to pair up with Maia and do bad things. Judging by Lee's application, she had some issues.
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She hadn't been an angel in over two decades, but she could still recognize one when she was near it. Even Malachi, traitorous bastard that he was, had that certain air to them.
She glared daggers at him--not like her eyes could really be seen under her hood, but still. "Oh, fuck you. It's not a trick." Heaven will not have you, hell will not receive you, and even the earth itself will reject you. "I'm here because someone somewhere decided that they haven't dicked around with me enough lately."
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"I know it's not," said Brice calmly. "It's still neat, though. So, can't you walk on the ground at all?" He kept his distance. He had known people like this (well, not exactly like this; Lee did seem different from the type of Fallen he had experience with) and preferred some room between them and himself. Nothing personal.
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards a tiny bit. "Yeah, that's usually how it goes. But if someone want to dick you around, then this place isn't so bad to end up in. You can take comfort in that." Or not. You know. Up to her.
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"No, I can't," she said through gritted teeth. God, she wanted to hit something right now. She crossed her arms to resist the temptation. "Comfort? That's rich. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here?"
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"Polite," he remarked. "I'm Brice. Such a pleasure to meet you. Actually, this place is crawling with angels just like me, making sure things are running smoothly, in case nasties show up. Balance things out, and all that." Why not tell her? She was bound to find out eventually anyway.
"I'm sure there's a nice, cosmic reason to why you're here too," he said, lazily eying his fingernails. "There usually is."
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"If you want some heavier stuff, then Slytherin has a place to go, too," he added and frowned, trying to recall the name. "It's called... something with apples. Little Green Apple or something. But before you go anywhere, you have to get Sorted somewhere. Maybe Slytherin would be your kind of place."
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Vote: Slytherin!
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