Whither shall we wander? ((Closed RP, Mello Near))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

So, I'm wandering through the halls. I've pretty much read the library. The walls seem claustrophobic. Matt's busy. But, I want to spend time with Near, anyways.

I wonder if I can get him out of the room, out of the castle even. I mean, we really haven't gone anywhere together. And, between the floo network and portkeys, we can get anywhere we want without worrying about paper trails and passports.

So, it's a matter of where to go, then?

I head back to our room, more purpose in my steps now. I don't think he'd be up for joy riding, but to go somewhere that isn't here.

I wonder where he'd like to go?

I tap on the door before letting myself in. "Hey, Near. Let's go somewhere."

((gets NSFW))

Closed RP: Michael and Mel and hey, aren't you meant to be saving the world soon?

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

You ever get that thing, sometimes, where you know you have to be somewhere? Not in that crappy novel-you-packed-for-the-hols way, where the hero's all 'I just...knew' when asked some question by the stupid heroine why he was there when she was about to be eaten by a shark, but when something's almost pulling you irresistabl--right, no, of course you don't. Angels do, though.

So it comes that before Mel can much question it, Helix has her walking down a stone corridor, shoes echoing somewhat. Helix is rarely, if ever, wrong. Mel's learnt to go with her inner angel, though it's been difficult. Helix pushed her to keep training, martial arts and connecting more strongly with the Link, until she's turned into what she is now--able to save her world, if she does it right. And maybe, just maybe, she needs to talk to Michael about this, even if she hasn't mentioned it to Lola or Brice.

But the archangel who runs her school might be a good port of call when she feels this saving-the-world gig might be coming up on her soon. She pushes open the heavy doors of the library and almost drifts in, swallowing a lump in her throat. This conversation might be a bit hard to handle.

[Open RP] Plagued by nightmares...

[papayagami.livejournal.com]

Bullets going through him.

A grin juxtaposed on a sorrowful face (but was it really sorrow?).

Light calmly writing something down.

His name. In the Death Note.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

For some nights now, Soichiro's been having nightmares along those lines. And he would wake up and toss and turn trying to go back to sleep only to wake up a few hours later from the same thing.

He's beginning to wonder if he's starting to lose his mind. Being murdered-and highly suspecting that your son did it-would do that. And tonight, the room is just too stuffy.

Which is why he's prowling Hogwarts late at night in pajama bottoms, wizarding robes and slippers.