Application for Kuronue (Yu Yu Hakusho)

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Startled profanity announced Kuronue's appearance in the sorting room. Twisting at the waist and peaking over his shoulder to look around rather warily, as well as curiously, he let loose another mumbled tangle of words that may or may not have made much sense to anyone who was close enough to hear. He wasn't quite sure what he'd said himself he was so startled. There had been blackness, and then...this.

"Right," he said to himself. "Right, okay. Stranger things have happened."

Shaking his head and stretching his wings a little, he figured it was the correct thing to do to wander over to the table not too far away from him. He stared down at the parchment for a moment, then sighed. Honestly, he'd seen stranger. He was a demon. A big nasty demon with pointy claws and fangs to go with it. This shouldn't startle him as much as it did.

People came back to life suddenly all the time. Uh-huh.

Kuronue shrugged his worries away and began fiddling with his old straw hat without realising it. He bent forward to read the first question.

State your full name.

He blinked. "Kuronue."

He tilted his head as the quill wrote his name down beneath the question in neat script.

"Hhnn...interesting..."

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

"I'm a simple kind of guy...cheese is cheese, you know? I'll take any cheese if I'm hungry." There was a slight emphasis on 'take' there, something that could be missed easily. His lips twisted in amusement as he tilted his head and tapped his lips in thought. "I'd rather prefer cheese that's not old, dry and solid as a brick though. It doesn't taste very nice."

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

He stared at the parchment for a long time, his brow furrowing. "Ah...Barney? Not sure who that is, but the question seems to suggest either one is worth killing." He shrugged. "B comes before C."

3. What time is it where you are?

Internal clocks are marvellous things, he mused, smiling a little. "Eight at night, I assume."

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.

His blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "Why just one? Why not them all. Honestly it would be amusing to see their expressions on the prospect of being sexually harassed by a dead guy. You could see how the reactions vary from person to person."

Kuronue let out a giddy laugh, tilting his head back and jumping on the balls of his feet a little as he did. "Oh, that would be amusing."

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 crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles straining against the leather straps wrapped around his arms which seemed to have no apparent function other than to be aesthetically pleasing. "Hm...ha! I'd call it 'Get Out'. I'd go into a bar with that name, just out of pure curiosity."

He snickered to himself.

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 blinked, tapping a finger on his arm in thought. "Well, I'm not too good with mythology." He sighed, playing with a strand of black hair that rested against his collarbone. Twirling and un-twirling it. "So...Harry should go with Fred."

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.

"Burning it does nothing." He grined. "It only appears again and again, usually in higher numbers. I would suggest disposing of your office, rather than the paperwork."

And he'd be only to happy to help in causing the chaos that would ensue.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

"I am indeed very useful, so long as what you want me for proves to be interesting." His wings twitched a little in anticipation at the thought of what kind of things he could get up to here, in this...castle. He'd been...well, dead, for quite a long while. It was...interesting to live and breathe again. Certainly wasn't what he'd expected at all.

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.

Nibbling at his lower lip for a moment, Kuronue thought about this question seriously. "I offer a kiss. On the cheek mind you, if you want anything more, you have to buy me dinner first." He chuckled to himself. "If you cannot be persuaded by that then I suppose I should offer something in its stead....how about this?"

He reached past the white wrap at his waist, held there by more leather straps, and pulled a diamond -- that was very not his own -- from his pocket. It glittered in the light, roughly about the size of his thumbnail.

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

Comments

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Ofdensen twitched slightly at the paperwork question. "Burning the office would not solve anything either."

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue blinked at the human and tilted his head, amused. "Sure it would! Temporarily anyway."

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Ryuk grinned and got close to Kuronue's face. "I'll take that kiss, dead guy."

Cause, you know. He can see names and lifespans or the lack therof.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Bemused, he let loose a strained smile. "Oh? I didn't think anyone would actually take me up on it. Unless you have no use for pretty things."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Can I lick your face? That's kinda like kissing.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue stared down at the dog for a minute. Then he lowered himself into a kneeling position and tucked his wings behind him daintily. He figured it couldn't get any stranger, so he may as well embrace it. Talking dogs and all. "If you like."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

((Because I must. There are laws and whatnot. Kusu has a pendant imbedded with Kurama's energy around his neck, under his kimono...and probably smells like the fox, too...))

The arrival of nonhumans would almost always arouse Kusuriyuri's curiosity of the sorting room. The arrival of youkai would almost guarentee his arrival. A kitten-sized ginger Manx rode in his collar, watching the world around him, surveying his kingdom and followers, for all he looked upon were his. Kusuriyuri entered the sorting room, pausing across the room from the newcomer. "We are first met," he said softly, bowing just enough to be polite.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue hesitated for a long while before he responded quietly. "Indeed." After a while he returned the bow, albeit stiffly. His eyes are hidden behind the brim of his hat, but they're wide with racing thoughts. He was in what could be considered defensive mode, until he figured out just why the hell this demon smelt and felt like Youko.

"And you are?"

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

((And, for more fun, Yukimura has the same seiyu as Kurama ;) do with it as you will))

"Everyone would be the most entertaining," Yukimura said from the door referring to the fourth question. "Though, why Fred? Their alphabet thing again?" he asked, moving into the room, his arms hanging easily at his sides.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

He moved a wing aside before he peaked over his shoulder. For a second there, he'd almost thought it had been...someone else. He grins and turns to face the voice, and the person it belongs to.

"Well yeah. I have no idea who the hell the three of them are, so I figure it's the next best thing."

[weaponized-love.livejournal.com]

After reading Kurone's answer to the 4th question, Keenan grinned. At the final one, he raised an eyebrow, then cackled with glee and eyed the... being... before him.

"I would totally take you up on that, if I were into guys. ...I assume you're a guy, posture thing. In any event, your thoughts on the Dumbles question intrigues me, and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter. Party person much?"

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Amused, a grin breaks onto his lips. "I assure you I am certainly male."

His old vest, held together with some scraps of leather and other pieces he'd managed to scrounge up couldn't have hid a pair of breasts if it tried. Though it would be interesting.

"My newsletter?" He chuckles. "Oh, you're a witty one aren't you."

[calligraphywolf.livejournal.com]

Amaterasu had been learning that very few of the demon residents of Hogwarts were the variety she had to concern herself with — she had been particularly surprised by Kuronue's kitsune friend turning out to be the sort of tree hugger she approved of, and Kusuriyuri had only very politely read her fortune, not caused any mischief — but new arrivals were an entirely different story. Strictly speaking, she could smell the demon a ways away, but it was the more intangible aspects of his being that first alerted her to his presence in the Sorting Room.

That led to Kuronue being greeted by a bristling white wolf with her teeth bared in warning. Of course, it was not her teeth a demon needed to worry about. A trail of blooming flora followed wherever she stepped, sprouting up from the stone floor and hinting at her true identity.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue's first reaction upon seeing a snarling wolf was to kill it. However, because he's in a place he doesn't quite understand, he decided to merely narrow his eyes at her, doing his own equivalent to bristling.

It would have been amusing if it didn't remind of too many things all at once. That and having a wolf snarl at you generally wasn't a great position to be in.

He was very little like the other demon residents. While he had a sense of humour, and could be nice when he liked, he was still a demon to the core, and embraced it.

[halcyon-pegasus.livejournal.com]

((Handwaved incident with Smaug okayed by his player, of course.))

After an exhilarating romp with the huge dragon within the Forbidden Forest, Pegasus decided he'd perhaps had enough adventure for one day, and headed into the castle before his new “playmate” could decide winged horse was on the menu. He was in the habit of passing by the Sorting Room during his rare trips into the castle, just in case anyone interesting happened to be there. Winged humanoids were not a new sight to Pegasus, who was himself the son of an ancient God and Gorgon, but this applicant caught his attention nonetheless. He approached the demon and gave a curious nicker, his folded wings shifting slightly in a gesture that resembled a shrug. He was more interested in the demon's own wings than in the sparkly stone he was holding, at least for the moment.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Well look at you." Call it avian familiarity if the look on Kuronue's face was to be defined. He grinned and have Pegasus a once over, his own large leathery wings shifting behind him. "You're the first winged...er, creature I've met so far."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Such things Kurama should have come to expect. He'd come running the instant he felt the familiar youki, and now he lingered in the doorway to the sorting room, watching, trying to recall just how much time it had been since he had seen Kuronue. The real Kuronue, not some cheap, evil imitation.

He wondered if Kuronue would be able to see the years on him, the time that had passed since... that. Had Kuronue come instantly from his death, or lingered in the afterlife? Whatever time had gone by, it had done nothing to lessen Kuronue's sense of humor, at the very least.

"So free with a kiss," he managed after a while, contriving to keep his voice level, casual. "Will you ever change?"

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Deciding how to react on meeting the one that you died for was...difficult. As it were, Kuronue sort of froze for a while at the voice that he remembered so very well, and turned. He kept a reasonable distance between them.

He smiled weakly at Kurama. "Not likely." His eyes dropped, and he took Kurama in. The years perhaps had changed Kurama. It made something inside ache. "It seems you have though."

[babylonjackal.livejournal.com]

"You would have no qualms with killing?" Akabane asked, his voice cultured, bland enough that he could have been asking after the weather. "Or potentially burning down an office?" he added, touching the brim of his hat.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Nope." He grinned. "The most interesting bit is mixing the two together and watching them try to get out before they all burn to death." He was pretty sure he'd done that at some point, though he couldn't remember the exact year.

He tilted his head at Akabane, finding him...interesting.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I lean by a pillar. "Kuronue?" I say. "Sounds familiar. I take it you didn't come here on purpose." If he did, he did a great impression of surprise. I pull a bar of chocolate out of one of my pockets. "So, what's your side of the story?" I ask, not bothering to clarify. I'm wanting to see how he reacts mostly.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Familiar, hm?" From Kurama no doubt. Coming to that conclusion makes him agitated.

His blue eyes wander over Mello. He found humans rather amusing but this one didn't seem to lack drive most did. Granted his opinion of humans is rather low. "What is there to tell?" He touched the pendant hanging from his neck, a red jewel on a bed of silver.

"I died to save this. And then to protect Kurama too." He could still hear the march of the enemies feet and Kurama calling his name as he slowly bled to death.

"Then POOF," he flashed his hands, splaying his fingers wide. "I spend a few years drifting, eternal peace, yada yada, now I'm here." He grinned.

[noseymaddie.livejournal.com]

Well, see, the mun is prone to babbling and poor Maddie needs to be tortured....errr...played. Pleased to be ignoring half of Maddie's tags, at least, truly, for in them the fourth wall trembles.

However, she herself does not know of this. She herself only knows that she's been on several bad dates, been teased and tormented by a depraved idiotgod and forced to play dress up with weirdly named perfumes beware the weirdly named perfumes since she's been here, among other things.

The mun likes her. The reverse isn't necessarily true.

So, let's get to the actual tag, then.

"Dry cheese is rather vile," she says. "Unless it's supposed to be dry. Parmesan is dry and ricotta is partially dry. Mozzarella is vile dry, though."

A knowledge of cheeses based on Italian left overs...or pizza.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking of the kind of cheese they bring you when you're in captivity. Because apparently they like to do that with stale cheese." He frowns.

[i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com]

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen floated into the Sorting Room, his massively corpulent frame supported a few inches off the ground by gravity-nullifying suspensors beneath his lavish red robe. He looked over the newcomer curiously, as despite the wings, this newcomer was quite the specimen. And so, he lingered, reading over the application. The bribe was especially interesting to the Baron, considering his penchant for pretty young men- or at least, ones that looked young. At Hogwarts, he'd learned that appearances could be deceptive in that regard.

He drifted over to Kuronue, undisguised lechery in his slight smile, and greeted him in a pleasant basso voice. "Welcome to Hogwarts. That's quite the intriguing bribe you've offered- I'd be happy to buy you dinner. And, if you have any questions about this place, I'll attempt to answer them."

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue blinked and leaned back a little, surprised. "You know, I didn't think people would actually accept that. Why is everyone here so good-hearted?"

Maybe it was because a good deal of them were humans. Unless he was really horny, he definitely would have gone for the rock. And it was a BIG rock of shiny, expensive, jewel.

Still, the man had made an interesting offer. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head a little, though he was grinning still. Some would almost call it flirting. "Do these questions and answers have to take place over dinner, or am I welcome to ask now?"

[haplo-runner.livejournal.com]

The Patryn approached cautiously, giving Kuronue a nod. A dog stood at his side, watching the demon with equal caution. "It seems we have both been called to this strange place to await the whims of what I am told is a rather deranged Headman called 'Hat'."

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

For a demon, Kuronue was nice enough to those who weren't demon themselves. Most of the time, anyway. As such, he nodded back and crossed his arms over his chest, giving them both a once-over, as was his habit, to asses strength. "So it would seem. Have you been here long? The Barron mentioned that the Hat is rather odd with timing."

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Speak of the devil (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1853803.html?thread=102803307#t102803307) and he shall appear, it is said. Cloak and unkempt hair aflutter with the currents of power crackling about him (how else to explain this wind, unless Lezard has hidden an Ionic Breeze somewhere within his garb), the legendary mage strides into the Sorting Room, hoping against hope that the new arrival will be his Valkyrie love.

Instead it is a tall and lissome fellow wearing bat wings.

Ah, well.

"You have not chanced to see any valkyries en route to Hogwarts, have you, sir?" Lezard inquires.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue was quite used to displays of power such as Lezard's, though it was usually used as a serious warning to lesser demons or enemies. As such, he was a little hesitant for a moment, before he thought through what he now knew about the no-kill spell and that Lezard did seem to be demonic at all.

He shook his head politely as possible, his long hair swaying with the action. "No, I did not. I came to Hogwarts via the grave."

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

"" She shook out her hair, and the smell of anise drifted from her. ""

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue's sense of smell was preternatural, so he felt stupidly drunk just looking at the green lady.

"Ah, well, I'm not opposed to taking you to dinner, if you'd prefer that," he fixed her with a charming smile, though honestly he was rather astounded with the amount of people who'd rather a kiss or dinner to a rock probably worth an insane amount of money.

[dangerous-pets.livejournal.com]

Rubeus Hagrid was a connosseur of the odd and the unusual. At least, that was what he would say of himself had he actually ever come across the word connosseur, which seemed highly unlikely.

The former groundskeeper, and current husband of the groundskeeper, was thus intrigued by Kuronue. He didn't really bother with the application, instead blurting out what he was obviously curious about.

"What kind o' creature are yeh?" the half-giant asked, genuinely curious about the answer. "I haven' seen your like anywhere in th' wizardin' world before."

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue had seen giants, or er half-giants, before, so he wasn't surprised by Harid's size all that much. His eyebrows rose, hidden behind the brim of his hat.

"I'm what you'd call a bat demon," he said, tilting his head back a little to look up at him. Kuronue was fairly tall, but Hagrid taller. He extended his wings a little, so Hagrid could see them better.

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

A kiss for a bribe? That was just the pervy Hat's speed. "Pucker up, hot lips!" it demanded.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue blinked. So it was actually a hat.

He narrowed his eyes a little and then grinned wickedly. "Okay," he said, and promptly puckered up.

Slytherin!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe has been accepted!

Welcome to Slytherin!