Birthdays are for...what again? (Closed RP, Mello, Near)

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It's Near's birthday. Not that these were ever a big deal at Wammy's house, but I still wanted to do something for him. I meant to get him something while in London, but that turned into a disaster. It doesn't help that I'm making him worry, either.

I ask the house elves to make a lemon cake since Near likes citrus. Out of a bunch of broken china, I make a couple of robots. I don't have transfiguration down well enough to make them actually work, but the joints will move.

More nervous than I really should be, I take these to our room, kicking the door since my hands are full.

Application for Mystina from Valkyrie Profile 1

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((I have the permission from the other VP Mun to post this app))

Upon entering the Sorting Room, Mystina was sure of two things.

The first was that this was not Midgard. Nor was it Valhalla (she thought.) The second was that it was somehow, undobtedly, due to something stupid Lezard had done.

Not that he was a stupid man, of course. He wasn't exactly a man anymore (she would not joke out loud about how literally or metaphorically that could be taken) for one thing, and for another, hadn't... well, he wasn't dumb enough to start trouble again, surely.

But really, he didn't need that much encouragement. She was quite sure that, in some bathroom stall in Valhalla, someone had written 'For a good time, tell Lezard Valeth you're Lenneth Valkyrie,' and then of course all Hel would break loose again.

Though, this didn't really look like a 'Lezard' sort of place. It was tidy, for one thing. And there were no realdolls around, for another.


( Allow me to elucidate. )