owl to Shaun, warded

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Mr Riley:

I should like to make amends for our last conversation and awkward parting. It would seem there have been a few misunderstandings, at least some of which have since been righted. Perhaps we might discuss the matter over a drink, if you have not quite forsworn the battle against evil clowns.

- S. Maturin.

Application for Roxas, from Kingdom Hearts

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Only moments before, Roxas had felt what he could only describe as a warm glow. Something in the back of his mind told him he had become whole, had reunited with his Somebody. Shortly before that, he was having sea-salt ice cream with his best friend.

But now he was here, in a rather dark room, with only himself.

"This," Roxas says aloud, "Cannot be right."

There was a distinct lack of Sora or his best friend, the room holding only a desk and chair. Roxas approached slowly, peering down at the parchment and quill that seemed to be prepared for just such an occasion.

"Okay. So.... fill out the paper?" He leans forward and takes the quill in one hand, disregarding the chair in favor of looming as menacingly as possible and succeeding only in casting a shadow that partially obscures his view.

He sighs irritably and begins.


( Roxas has never enjoyed paperwork )

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

Application: Sergeant Schlock, Schlock Mercenary (webcomic)

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Somewhere near the ceiling of the Sorting Room, there is a sound much like a baseball bat being passed through a coffee maker, and then a large gray-green mass materializes out of thin air and lands on the ground with a splatch. It sits there for a moment, inert, and then a pair of eyes emerge and pan around the room. The mass sprouts a pair of arms, then a hole appears in it and lets out an incoherent moan.

Then the hole forms words. Specifically, the words: "KEVYN! You better not have been tinkering with the teraport again, or I'm going to rip your head off! Again!"

One of the mass's arms reaches into the hole - or rather, the mouth - and pulls out a very large handgun, the size of a bowling ball with a barrel bigger than a soup can. With a flick of a switch, the gun starts giving off a soft, ominous hum, building in intensity until the switch is thrown again. Satisfied, the creature puts the enormous gun back in its mouth, and spies a questionnaire, a roll of parchment, and a hovering quill that has apparently scribbled down the creature's rant. "The hey?" the creature asks, and sees the quill scribble again.

"Okay, that's weird." Scribble. "Stop that." Scribble. "I said stop it." Scribble scribble.

The creature pulls out the handgun again, throws the switch from before, and points it right at the quill as the ommmmmmminous hummmmm starts to build. The quill stops.

"Hmf," the creature growls, and stuffs the gun back in its mouth, drawing out a small device. "Kevyn, this is Schlock, can you read me?"

"Kevyn? Elf? Shodan? Captain Tagon? Anyone?"

Schlock sighs and drops the device back into his mouth, then looks back at the questionnaire.

( Oh, what the hey, let's have a look here. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _schlock_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _schlock_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _schlock_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _wow, that's some ambitious marmalade. I know a psycho-bear that might like to meet it_"

Owl to Lily Evans

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( Warded to turn into hockey puck for unintended readers )

[[Open RP]] Stuck on the staircase

[wright-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Okay, that? Not the best sorting he attended. Someone specifically murdering attorneys-albeit droid ones-was just a scary thought. Which was why Phoenix was walking away as fast as he could.

Which is why he's now stuck on a staircase that goes nowhere. At least until it meets up with a floor.

Oh well. Phoenix leaned against the railing and waited, watching the other staircases.

A flock of owls

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( Owl to Dean Winchester )

( Owl to Harry Dresden )

( Owl to Stephanie )

( Owl to Benny )

( Owl to Remus )

(no subject)

[ka-click.livejournal.com]

((open Rp, hope I'm doing this right.))

So, down in the depths of the Hufflepuff lounge, there is a Bunny, staring around at the place before him. And twitching, repeatedly. "Right. Looks like I'm stuck here."

He hops onto a nearby table, and raises his voice. "Hey, losers! If I'm in this little club, might as well meet some of ya. Show yer faces, right?"

Owls to Ray and Lily

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( Owl to Lily )

( Owl to Ray )