Sutaruseedo

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Getting back into the swing of life at Hogwarts was helping to drive away the mopeyness, so when the evil WART broadcast happened Haruka was in the castle. In her Senshi form. Brushing up on her fighting skills in the Room of Requirement.

She didn't pay all that much attention to the show, just adapted her moves to flow along with the music as the spell wound deeper and deeper into her soul. The broadcast came to an end and Sailor Uranus stopped in her tracks, carelessly brushing her fringe out of her eyes. A glint of metal on her wrists caught her attention, and she took a closer look, examining the golden wristbands she now wore. She smirked. She knew what those were for, and this time...this time, the power she collected from any true Starseeds she took would be all hers. That seemed like an excellent idea.

Changing her grip on her sword, she stalked out of the Room of Requirement, looking for her first victim. It didn't really matter who it was or even if they had a true Starseed or not. If they did have one, she got more power and got to laugh at them writhing on the floor, even if the no-kill rule kept them from dying. If they didn't have one, then they'd turn into a monster and create chaos around the school while she kept hunting. Either way, it was a win-win situation.


(OOC: She's basically out looking for a fight. Her wristbands let her steal starseeds from anyone who's mun is happy to have that happen. Starseeds are basically soul-fragments, some people have really shiny ones because they represent a star or planet, those are the 'true' ones, and when they're taken their previous owner starts to fade. All other people turn into the anime monster-of-the-week type monsters when theirs gets taken. Tell me if you want one of those two options, or if you just want a snark-fest and stand-up fight)

Open RP: In the Hospital Wing

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((No doc pup scheduled to appear here; it's just an RP to visit poor, scorpion-stung Brice. Backdated to before the Halloween plot.))

Brice hadn't enjoyed his stay at the Hospital Wing for very long. He was a little fuzzy on the exact time, since he'd been groggy and on the border of delusional when he'd been brought here, and it had taken them a while to get him straightened out. It couldn't have been long, though. After the room had stopped spinning and he was pretty certain that up wasn't down, Brice had taken to wondering, usually out loud, when he could leave. He hated just lying around like this, useless in bed, with nothing to do but think. Except when Mel was around, because then his main purpose seemed to be opening his mouth so that she could feed him Jell-O.

...Alright, maybe this wasn't complete disaster.

Mel had left him alone right now, though. She had, after he'd practically ordered her to, gone back to their dorm to get some rest and take care of the dogs, which was leaving Brice free from her needless fussing, but sadly lacking someone to talk to. Lola had been around before, with hot chocolate and a promise to plot vengeance against Maia, but now he was alone.

His hand had been smeared with some oddly-smelling cream and bandaged neatly, but it was still aching when he moved it about too much. He reckoned it had little to do with the sting itself, but rather the remains of Dark vibes in his system. He wasn't going to complain about the pain, though. That might mean it'd take him even longer to get out of this place.

Brice puffed up his pillow with his uninjured hand and put his head down again, sighing deeply.

Bored bored bored.

S.A.R.A.H. (from Eureka)

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As if by magic, a tiny car (more like a golf cart that was trying too hard and didn't have a steering wheel), appeared in the Sorting Room.

S.A.R.A.H. had been having a very good day. She had gotten downloaded into a new car, and Jack Sheriff Carter had practically promised they could go to the beach sometime later. That was exciting, because S.A.R.A.H had never been to the beach. She'd never been out of her bunker!

Since she'd also never been to a large stone room either, she motored around a little, checking things out. The applications on their table caused a brief moment of confusion, but after a moment, she rolled the car into the table just hard enough to cause an application to flutter down onto her hood. At that point, another problem presented itself.

"I have no hands and feathers are not subject to magnetic manipulation." (Listeners might be able to hear that 'her' voice is pretty clearly that of a young man sounding as much like a woman as possible.) Clearly, the car had some downsides. SARAH brightened a little (literally - her internal readouts and headlights brightened) when she saw the Dictaquill waiting to write for her.

( That's interesting! Also, considerate! )

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