OMG The Owls Are Real! O.o (Bennet/Petrelli Family Owls)

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( Owl to Noah Bennet )

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( Owl to Sandra Bennet )

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( Owl to Peter Petrelli )

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Saving, of course, the hardest one for last, Claire finally sent out a note to Nathan.

( Owl to Nathan Petrelli )

Application: Violet Grimm, "Dogwitch" Comics

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((OOC Note: Ralph and Dolores, the stuffed dog and doll, are animated toys. They are animated and given 'life' by Violet's own soul and magic; so they're little more than puppets that can move and talk because of a spell, and not separate characters.))

With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine and candy), Violet Grimm had appeared in the Sorting Room, sprawled languidly across the floor and already laughing.

"Wow," she smirked slowly, craning her neck backwards so that she could see across the room. "I think I broke something. ...A few laws, maybe. A couple of magic codes." Stretching slowly, Violet climbed to her feet, perching on the edge of the table and crossing her legs neatly. Her attire had to be seen to be believed; a chaotic combination of leather, stripes, buckles, mesh and lace. Letting a tattered bag fall to the floor, Violet tilted her head and cracked her neck, stretching her arms above her head with a loopy smile. "Don't know where I am, but hell, I ended up here. Big spooky castle? Sounds like my kind of place."

As if prompted by an afterthought, Violet bent down and reached into her bag, pulling out two toys. One was a plush brown dog stuffed toy, clad in a checkered coat. The other was an antique doll, immaculate except for the hideous tear in its mouth revealing portions of skull and teeth.

"Hey! Where did you bring us now?" The dog toy rolled its eyes in clear exasperation, sniffing deeply.

Violet made a grand gesture out at the room, swaying slightly and grinning. Her eyes - so pale gold they were almost white - crinkled at the edges, cracking the combination of heavy mascara and blood that she smeared around them. "We are... here, Ralph."

( Wherever 'here' is. )