Application for Gwendal from Kyo Kara Maoh

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((OOC: later in the series...he's been to Earth once already))

Gwendal looked around the room. His fingers twitched nervously, his thumbs rubbing against his index fingers. How had he gotten separated from the rest. They were supposed to be going to the Maoh's home...to the place he called Earth. This didn't look like the place they'd been before. He glances around and sees a table with a quill. Being familiar with paperwork, he walked over.
( And, somehow, he is not surprised to be able to read the questions. )

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

Unpopcorning GIR

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((OOC: GIR is under new management and doesn't remember any previous HH happenings. Not like GIR would remember anyway.))

Pop!

GIR awoke and found himself covered in butter and surrounded by cases of large popcorn. He then shrugged and produced a long straw from inside his head and began sucking up all the butter around him with uneededly loud slurping sounds.

Throwing the straw carelessly aside he tried to jump through one of the glass cases to get the popcorn inside, only to be repelled backwards by whatever magical forces had been set in place. GIR smiled, his tongue hanging out of his mouth at an odd angle.

"Weeeeeeeeehoohoohoohoohoohoooooooo!" he exclaimed as began bouncing himself off one unbreakable glass case into another, pinballing himself around the the room at an incredible speed. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehoohoohoohoohooooooo!"

Eventually he hit a slick of butter and flew through the doorway into the hall, bashing his head into a banister, dazing him for a moment. He got up, and looked around, dismay crossing his face.

"WHERE ARE ALL THE GIANT PIGS?!"

Owl to Near

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Social skills have never been L's forte. Acting, yes. Psychology, certainly. Criminology, especially.

But apologies are difficult for him, so he decides to spare himself finding Near and choking out one, by owling him instead. It's written in Romanian, since he knows Near speaks it, and most others will not.

( To the point. )