love, lift us up where we belong! (open rp, all school)

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Sorting Hat kept up with the trends! It knew that the world was scheduled to end on May 21, and all the righteous would be uplifted to Heaven.

Since the Sorting Hat knew itself to be the wisest and most righteous being of all, it came to the most logical conclusion.

Upon waking from a nap on the afternoon of the 21st, and realizing it was still at Hogwarts, the Hat understood that it was already in Heaven.

Hogwarts was heaven.

"Halos and harps for everyone!" the Hat decreed.

And so it was. House elves brought everyone gilt halos and strap-on wings and hand-held harps, or autoharps, or the occasional harmonica (the house elves had taken to tasing one another for fun, and their mental acuity was not what it once was). The Great Hall (still home to the wax display of Hatsguard Heroes, mind you) was bedecked in white draperies, tinsel, and leftover battle fog from the Harkonnen Dining Experience machines (the Hat felt this would create a cloudlike effect). Angel food cake and ambrosia were the evening meal. Oh, and cans of Red Bull ((at player suggestion, because it GIVES YOU WINGS)).

Debbie Gibson's BELINDA CARLISLE's "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" was piped through WART, the insipid soundtrack of Hat Heaven. Alternating with the Elvenking cover of same ((thanks to Igor-mun)).

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[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

He laughed lightly, and answered as quietly as he'd first spoken. "Why should I not amuse myself? I have so few pleasures. Should I seek to shake the foundations of every world, in everything I do?"

His cloak fluttered and swirled in the Hat's battle-fog.

[engravedonsouls.livejournal.com]

"Entertaining yourself appears to be at other people expense. It's cruel and distasteful. If that's the only way you can amuse yourself, then that alone is a perfectly good explanation of why not to." Lenneth frowns at his laughter. For some reason, it made her feel like he was mocking her. And with that, she drinks a more of the Red Bull and feels more of that giddy/excited feeling build up a bit.

"I can at least take consolation in the fact that you didn't destroy this place as you did the nine realms."

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

"I destroy what does not change and grow. I find stagnation displeasing. This place ..." Lezard gestured grandly to encompass the whole of the wing-flappin', autoharp-strummin' Great Hall, figuratively extended to the school beyond. "... is far from stagnant. It is productive chaos! And it entertains me indeed."

He stepped closer. "You were made by a god who ceased to be interesting long before I put a merciful end to his boring, static reign. He made you to be similarly single-minded, similarly humorless. Yet you found it within yourself to be other. You became the Creator, o goddess of mine. That should promise a change. Has it, really, produced anything beyond the re-establishment of Odin's boring old Midgard? Did you do anything of your own, beyond repairing what Odin made and Ragnarok destroyed?" Glancing down at the silver-and-blue can in her hand, then up again to catch her gaze with his own intense eyes, Lezard murmured: "Tell me what truly entertains you."

[engravedonsouls.livejournal.com]

"What right had you to decide that it was all stagnating? What right had you to destroy it?" Lenneth shakes her head, feeling like she was talking to Freya the day of Ragnarok. "Of course you'd find entertainment in that."

As he steps closer, Lenneth takes a step back. This is more for the sake of her own comfort than anything. Fear was not something she felt around him.

"I am not yours." First and foremost. "And I restored the lives lost, rather than change everything they knew into something I think better. It wasn't my choice, everything would develop as the mortals saw fit. I would do what was in my power to help them, not force them onto another path. I won't judge Odin for his deeds, he's dead in both realities. Nothing can come from speaking badly of the dead."

What entertains her? Lenneth is silent for awhile after that. Not because she doesn't want to answer, though part of it is for that reason, but because she never gave it any thought. Music was nice, and swimming...

"Why do you care to know?" Lenneth asks, totally avoiding answering if she can.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

Lezard shook his head, slowly, as if saddened — the look of one who took no pleasure in his own vindication. "Still you speak as a creature of Odin, who made you to serve. It's no different, really. To substitute mortals for the gods, to fix their world for them and give it into their hands, that was to remain a servant. You only changed one master for another. I want to know what entertains you, what gives you diversion or — dare I say it — pleasure, for your own sake and not for the service of others. Have you not the strength to exist outside servitude?"

[engravedonsouls.livejournal.com]

"I serve no one any longer, Lezard!" She's either too ticked off to call him 'necromancer' and 'defiler of souls' or she's actually getting used to him being around. Lenneth would argue the former to the end of time and wonders how persistent he'll be on this topic. With a drawn out, irritated sigh, the woman answers:

"Music. When I had no duties to attend to, I often listened to some of the gods play their instruments or sing. I had always thought Frei had a lovely voice."