Kadaj (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children) Application.

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“Mother…? Is that you?” Opening his eyes was confusing. Mainly because he was sure that when he had last closed them he was dying. He stood up in an odd stone hall. His alarming bright blue green eyes glowed and glimmered; his neck length, thin, grey hair covered one eye completely and he wore an impossibly tight leather full coat and trousers; scabbard fastened around his hips and settling on his rear. His girlish, fair features were distorted with confusion. “Where…where am I? Am I all alone now? Big brothers?” His voice trembled.

( Where is Mother? )

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

(no subject)

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All right, so it wasn't Princeton. Absolutely not Princeton. Not even remotely close. But Cuddy wasn't going to let herself think about just what that meant. Sure, the whole place was different, but House was here and so were a few others. That counted for a bit more, meaning that she wasn't here alone amidst people she'd never seen before.

It had taken a bit of time for her to settle in, but after the initial shock had taken leave, looking around had been the best choice.

The hallways had exquisite structure, the architecture of the entire building was beyond anything she'd ever seen before, and the massive library had more books than she'd thought a place could hold. She hadn't taken the time before to catch up on her reading, but this seemed as good of a chance as any.

(Open RP; in the library!)

Quick hiatus

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I'll be in Oklahoma until at least Sunday night, so apologies to people I have ongoing threads with! Email me if you need me (sithwitch13 at gmail dot com) and don't let the internet explode while I'm gone!

-Aayla etc. -mun

Never mind, back early, carry on, let the exploding commence.

RP for Lola and Nemo; semi-open

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((OOC: After the trio decides on a plan of action, anyone can feel free to jump in and encounter them on their adventure.))

Simba had been at Hogwarts for about a week, yet he still had hardly seen any of it. That would have to be changed as soon as possible. Restless, he located a gopher, dictated a couple of messages to him, and sent him to find two of his newly made friends.


( Gopher to Nemo )

( Gopher to Lola Sanchez )

Flying Class

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[[Backdated to Tuesday, because I fail at memory]]


Brooms laid out? Check.

Clear skies? Check.

Students? Sort of check, they were coming up.

The Exile waited until all were assembled, then began to speak.

"Each of you will take a school broom. One at a time, you will start flying around the stadium. I will be flying alongside you so you don't fall and so I can help you out. Once everyone has flown once, I will allow you to fly within the stadium to practice. Also, the Quidditch signup is over there," she pointed to a notice on the wall.

"Now. Who's first?"

[[So everyone start a thread with the flying about with the Exile, then it's a free for all, interrupt other threads, start a new one, whatever. Clearly, I play crazy teachers.]]

Quidditch Signup

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This is the signup list for Quidditch tryouts.
Tryouts will be held June 14th.
Please write your name, your house, desired position, and any prior experience.

The notice was posted both at the Quidditch field and at the Great Hall. It is charmed so a name signed on one would appear on the other.

[[If you don't have a specific position for your character, say any.]]

Copping Porn or Popping Corn? Part Deux!

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Note to self. Never ask questions of talking hats. It only ends in tears.

Whiffle balls? Oh, hell no. I hadn't even known how to respond to that. I'd just left it as it was. Better leave it be before it got painful. I didn't want to send Backup back to the crazy hat. Something messy might have happened. Felt and cloth, everywhere. I didn't want to be pinned as an accessory to murder, thank you very much.

So I'd thought, hey. Maybe the library. The library might have had smart people! Smart people? Reading? I was hoping for some kind of relation. But, no. I'd gotten the talkative woman, who'd had way too many empty cups of coffee in front of her to be healthy. I'd found the nervous guy, who'd been sitting there, hunched over a book and mumbling something about needing to protect himself from lions. Okay. Fine. Time for an abrupt approach, apparently.

( Posters? Why not. )

Application for Gareas Elidd, from Candidate for Goddess

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Emerald eyes opened to survey a room that was in stark contrast to anything they had ever seen before. Gareas stood, slowly, unsure of everything. Was it a dream? A delicate hand ran through his mass of spikey hair, the strands shimmering the same color as his eyes. It was an empty room, save for a desk and chair. Yep, definitely a dream. He figured it couldn't hurt to play along. After all, anywhere was better than the hell he just came out of. His best friend was dead, or at least to the best of his knowledge he was. It just seemed too minimal a chance to waste hope on. Maybe it was his intense desire to be anywhere other than where he was that led him to this strange environment.

A thought struck him. If this was a dream, then he should be able to conjure up anything he wanted, if he was aware of his state. So he tried. He strained his imagination, recalling every feature of his best friend, willing him to appear in front of him. Minutes later, he was still alone.

He sighed. What a crappy dream. It seemed that there wasn't much else to do, so he seated himself at the desk and looked over the parchment laid out, seemingly for him.

"What is this drivel?" he wondered aloud, but put pen to paper anyway.

( Well, let's get this over with. )

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