Stargazing; closed rp

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

( You gave me life/And I will give it back/But before I do,/I'm gonna hold it tight. )

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[uncle-jafar.livejournal.com]

There was a sound, like a...cross between a whip cracking and 'bampf!". Smoke clouded the area, the heavy scent of what could be compared to gunpowder and the heavier scent of tin filled the air. The smell of magic.

Standing was a tall man, perhaps in his later 30's to earlier fourties, with an impressive turban upon his head. He wore simple robes of black, maroon pants and shirt, covering most of his body with the exceptions of his hands and face. A slender golden staff sat in one long fingered hand, the other placed on his left hip.

"...This isn't Agrabah..." He muttered, letting amber eyes dart around to gain a better understanding of his surroundings. "..Not at all." A flash of white caught the Djinn's eye, and he moved silently towards it. A piece of paper met his curious gaze, and was lifted from it's pedestal. With a simple mutter word in an archaic language, the text shifted to Arabic. A questionnaire, it seemed.

A clearing of his throat, and he began to read aloud his answers, his voice deep, oily and a soft hissing when it came to the 's's at the end of a sentence.


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Owl Attack

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

When Robin got bored, chaos tended to follow. And it occurred to him that he hadn't really pissed anyone off lately. In at least a week. Far too long.

And so, one lucky person was the recipient of an owl whose sole purpose was to make a puny mortal flail.

(Also, Robin really, really, really did not like him. At all. And he absolutely meant eighty percent of his words.)

Fun!

( Owl to Sirius Black, warded to show a picture of Lily in a bathing suit in the Ravenclaw sauna sitting next to a shirtless Robin. Robin's hand may or may not have been someplace inappropriate. (The picture, of course, does not show Lily turning Robin's hands into cucumbers right after.) )