The Old Guy goes for a walk (open rp!)

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Freshly showered and feeling much better in non-buttery clothing, Methos swung on his trenchcoat and decided to begin re-exploring Hogwarts. Thanks to directions from a few helpful house elves, he managed to locate his old room and was relieved to find his journals safely stacked away on a shelf among the other books and empty beer bottles. Dragging a finger across the dusty desk, he frowned. "Guess I've been gone for awhile then."

Methos closed the door behind him, hoping he'll at least remember his way back. His challenge in the Forbidden Forest with Akabane had left him in strangely good spirits. He still couldn't remember much about the school itself aside from a random flash or two, so perhaps a long stroll around the grounds would serve to jog his memory.

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[cockneysplosive.livejournal.com]

Basher was feeling oddly giddy. Or maybe not so oddly.

He'd finally gotten the final go-ahead from the Hat, and the sex bomb would be going off soon.

Joy.

Ah, well, not the point. The point was that Basher was also taking a walk, mainly to burn off energy.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

((sex bomb? Sweet!))

Methos rounded the corner, a somewhat unassuming fellow in a trenchoat and jeans. It was only the way he carried himself that seemed to distinguish him from any other Joe on the street. He looked normal, but his manner indicated that he was more than capable of taking care of himself.

He could almost sense the good cheer exuding from the man who was approaching him from the opposite direction. It wasn’t simply benign good cheer, but the smile of a man who was up to something.
“Afternoon,” he said with a grin.

[cockneysplosive.livejournal.com]

[[it'll be up Thursday or Friday]]

Basher nodded. "Hello. New here?" He frowned. "You didn't have to meet that barmy hat, did you?"

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos returned the nod, “Not exactly new. I woke up in the hallway a few hours ago after spending.. some time as popcorn of all things. So I imagine I’ve met this mysterious ‘hat’ at some point, although being snack food seems to be a bit hard on the memory. Most of the details are still fairly hazy.”

[cockneysplosive.livejournal.com]

Basher laughed. "You're lucky then, he's an nutter. I hear he put up a hundred gazebos outside just to prove he could."

[omg-sunflora.livejournal.com]

Sunflora was absorbing some good ol' sunshine. She deserved it after successfully fighting off...well, fish. Which the giant squid promptly ate and splashed Sunflora in thanks.

Anyway. She's standing out in the sunlight, singing nonsense.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

The flower was.. singing.

Methos had taken one of the paths away from the scatterings of gazebos across the grounds, and stopped midstep. He couldn’t help but grin as he listened to her singing happily. Singing flowers were new to him, and at his age that was no small feat, but he was gradually becoming accustomed to strange sights and even stranger creatures at Hogwarts.

((presuming she’s not that tall)) He dropped to one knee to get a better look at the flower, “Hello there. Taking in a few rays?”

[omg-sunflora.livejournal.com]

[two foot something, so yeah]

"Yes!" Sunflora said, grinning. "It always feels good when I absorb sunshine!"

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

The flower was positively cute.

“In that, little one, we are agreed.” He sat cross-legged on the grass beside her.. if it was really a –her- and turned his face towards the sun. “Do you spend all your time out here? Or can you wander around the grounds as you please?”

[omg-sunflora.livejournal.com]

"Oh I can! Except when I Ingrain myself, but that wears off quickly. I sleep in Hufflepuff anyway." Sunflora held out her leaf. "I'm Sunflora!"

[drunkexguardian.livejournal.com]

It had been an... interesting... yeah for Lee. She sat in the Magistrate's office of Bete Noir and drummed her fingers on her desk, sighing. She wondered... She stood abruptly and threw open the door.

Sure enough, that strange, sideways path that seemed to run from Bete Noir to Hogwarts was there when she called to it. She hesitated, then took one tentative step onto the path, half expecting for the city to pull her back to the office. The path remained, though, and she kept walking through the old, familiar sight of the Forbidden Forest. She fished in a pocket of her crimson robe for her cigarettes and lit one as she walked, bare feet hovering just above the ground.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

It was the wafting of cigarette smoke that told Methos he was not alone. His instincts were good, but he had heard nothing else to indicate that someone was nearby as he took the path near the Forbidden Forest.

He spun quickly, his hand disappearing into his trenchoat for a fraction of a moment. Sharp eyes took in the sight of an attractive woman cloaked in crimson, smoking, and his stance melted from one of readiness to a more relaxed, but still guarded posture. Glancing down, he realized why he hadn’t heard her coming.
For some odd reason, she was floating just above the ground.

It was either the magic of the school, or some magic about her that clashed with his own Quickening, causing his skin to tingle and itch.
Methos quirked a grin, “Good way to sneak up on someone,” he remarked dryly.

[drunkexguardian.livejournal.com]

((Reposted because I fail at remembering simple details.))

Lee took in the quick movement without flinching or expressing much in the way of surprise, from what was visible of her face under her hood's shadow. Being virtually invulnerable to physical attacks had its advantages. "Yeah, well," she said, taking one last drag of the cigarette before snuffing it out on the palm of her hand, on the bare skin between the crimson wrappings that extended up her arms. The cigarette left only a trace of ash as evidence, and she dropped the butt carelessly onto the path. "It's gotta be good for something. You new?" She certainly hadn't seen him before, during her stint here before she was called back to Bete Noir.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

“I bet it’s good for more than a few things,” he noted.

At her question, Methos shook his head. “Not exactly new. From what I’ve been able to put together, I was snack food, popcorn for..” he waved his hand, “for some amount of time. It seems I’ve been here before, even though I can’t remember a damned thing about this place beyond the name.”

He watched the floating woman closely, "And I'm quite sure I would have remembered you."

[drunkexguardian.livejournal.com]

She cocked her head and thought about it for a second. "It makes walking into public bathrooms a little easier," she finally decided. It was true enough. While the idea of walking barefoot into a truck stop bathroom was a nauseating one, being an inch away from the grime was better than shoes. She never had to scrape anything off afterward.

Well, anything off of her feet, that was. She usually only went into those bathrooms barefoot after her targets, a percentage of whom were men who seemed to cling to some childhood belief that females were barred from men's bathroom by some supernatural force. It never worked.

"Ah. You're one of that crowd." Lee nodded sagely. "Congratulations on your shiny new non-snack-food form." She shrugged. "Memory's overrated, anyway."

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

There were some people who could be very adaptable to their surroundings, even when those surroundings were Hogwarts. For example, the nymph Amaranth had begun to systematically fuck every magical creature in the wizarding world. And one of Brienne's more recent sparring partners, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, regularly patrolled the forbidden forest, looking for hordes of zombies to slay. For Brienne's own part, she had no such purpose. She had failed to kill Jaime Lannister, and she had failed to protect her two charges, the daughters of Lady Catelyn Stark. And there was only so much use one could make of the Gryffindor exercise equipment.

Which was why Brienne had taken to taking rambling, pointless walks herself, when she wasn't training or sparring. Today was no exception. The tall woman moved with a ground-eating stride, dressed in light armor and carrying a sword at her hip.

When she caught sight of Methos, she raised a hand in greeting. "Good afternoon, ser," she called, falling back on Westerosi address because she didn't recognize the man and couldn't immediately place his timeline.

Brienne was, to put it kindly, on the extreme plain side. Her mannish height and appearance was not helped by a face that had not survived well the brawls it had gone through.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

It had been a very long time since Methos had seen anyone dressed in light armor and openly bearing a weapon. If this kept up, perhaps he would start wearing his openly and leave his coat safely in his room. He had seen his share of women who were quite capable with a sword, both immortal and mortal. This one was tall, strongly built and looked like she could certainly handle herself in a fight.

She was not the loveliest woman he had ever laid eyes on, but over the course of his extremely long life, the notion of ‘beauty’ had shifted quite a bit. Her eyes were striking and her manner was confident, something he always found more attractive than a fair face and ample bosom. He flashed a charming smile as she approached, raising his hand in a similar salute, “And to you, m’lady. Out enjoying the lovely weather?”

He looked, for all intents and purposes, more like a graduate student in comfortable jeans, sweater and a trenchcoat. It was the careful grace in his movements, and the sharpness of his eyes that indicated he was perhaps more than he appeared to be.

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne still found most strange people hard to quantify unless she'd met them at sortings, and so she still didn't entirely know what to make of Methos' appearance, though she assumed he was from this world--or at least the Muggle equivalent.

"Yes," she answered simply, not being a great one for pointless small talk. "I see that you are as well. I am Brienne of Tarth, now a member of house Gryffindor." She offered a hand in the manner that she'd seen people from this world do.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Rather than shaking her hand as she seemed to expect, he grasped it lightly and brought it to his lips, brushing them across her knuckles. "Methos, until recently of Seacouver and now of house Ravenclaw. It is my honor, Brienne of Tarth.”
As he bowed forward, a glimpse of a concealed sword was visible beneath his trenchcoat.

Methos released her hand, still giving her his most charming grin. "It is a lovely day, and I see that fortune was on my side to have crossed paths with such a fair warrior.”

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne withdrew her hand quickly, frowning. She had played this game before, in the court of King Renly. She was under no illusions about her own beauty, and she had been mocked endlessly by Renly's knights. There'd even been a bet among some of them about which would get the dubious honor of bedding her. The winner--or loser, if you wanted to look at it another way--was to have received all the money. Thankfully, Brienne had found out about this before she'd done something foolish.

Hogwarts had done quite a bit for her self-confidence, but that particular wound wasn't so easily gotten rid of.

"I would take it as a kindness if you would not mock me," she said in a resigned tone which suggested she'd had this conversation before. "I know I am not beautiful. There's no need to pretend otherwise." She'd caught the brief glimpse of his sword, though, and so she wasn't entirely ready to dismiss him as of yet, so she opted to try and divert the conversation. "Can you actually use the blade you carry?" she asked. She was simply curious--Hogwarts produced some odd people, and she would not be surprised if he, in fact, could.

[gotcake.livejournal.com]

There was a mechanical eye sitting in a patch of shade next to the path. It was about a foot in diameter, and relatively light if one wanted to pick it up by the obvious handles which you would be more than welcome to do. Its orange iris stared straight ahead at the lake, unmoving.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos paused, watching the sun catch on the strange little object. He left the path and sauntered over, looking down at it curiously for a moment. After seeing the gazebos all over a section of the grounds, a small mechanical device like didn’t seem as odd. He leaned down, grasped the handles and picked it up, wondering just what the device was or what it did.

[gotcake.livejournal.com]

On being picked up, the eye rolled around in its shell until it focused on Methos. "Can I help you?" GLaDOS' feminine voice was small and tinny from inside the eye, but still completely polite.

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

He was startled into silence for a moment, “A computer? Are you part of what makes the school run?” Perhaps it was some sort of terminal, or something that other students used at the school.. for all he knew, it was this school’s version of a laptop computer.

[gotcake.livejournal.com]

"I am the Aperture Science Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System," GLaDOS replied, not at all perturbed at being held. "Acronym: GLaDOS. I do not run this school; I am a student."