Application for Jarlaxle, "Forgotten Realms"

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Jarlaxle Baenre never settled into a place for too long unless he had learned a few details first. Cross dimensional information gathering was a bit trickier, but Kimmuriel's dimension door could be coaxed with the right coin and some new psi stones. The name of this place had gone over the planes, so it was hardly unknown to him when he slipped into Hogsmeade, Agatha's mask making him look like just another wizard as he  listened in on conversations and gleaned information. Finding a few house elves too was even better, turns out they can be easily bribed with clothes. Some of the freed house elves in Hogsmeade were now very well dressed. It was how he got his information on Hogwarts and a cheat sheet on the parts of the application informing him of things not commonly found in Faerun.

At last his moment was right to finally set foot into the place. Artemis had already abandoned him in Memnon, Athrogate was catching up on old times, Kimmuriel was grumbling less about his position; it was time to do a bit more exploring.

A pair of high boots clicked loudly over the stones into the sorting room. A black-skinned elf of five and a half feet tall walked in wearing a cape of swirling rainbow colors and a large, purple hat with a large plume. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, though switched it to his other eye a moment later while checking over the room, showing both his eyes were healthy. He was tempted to wear his favorite vest, though a little more tact was needed here so he wore a white, flouncy swordsman's shirt with an embroidered black vest.

He walked with an air of nobility as he approached the table and picked up the quill.



( Musings of a Mercenary )

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

Owls and Closed RP: A Plea, a Command, and an Explanation

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Benton Fraser was afraid of very little: he made a habit of jumping off of buildings and/or cliffs; he had faced the killers of his father and he had taken down some of the hardest men in Chicago without breaking a sweat; and he was the only cop in the city who didn't carry a gun. And yet nothing in the world terrified him more than the woman who currently occupied the Sorting Room.

He raced from the room and pelted for the Owlery, running so fast that by the time he made it even he, with all his lung capacity, was winded. There was no time to catch his breath -- he had to warn his friends.

Dropping to his knees, using the floor for his desk, he grabbed several pieces of paper and a quill and quickly began to write.

( Owl to Lily )

( Owl to Stephanie )

( Owl to Ray )

He considered writing an owl to Cooper, but alerting Cooper about Victoria was a little too much like alerting the authorities, and even after everything she'd done to him, he couldn't turn her in. He wasn't sure Cooper would understand.

And Robin... well, Robin was the one person in this entire castle who might be safe. He hoped.

That taken care of, he sprinted back to Gryffindor to wait for Ray.