adventures in nootropia (closed RP for Steff and Lezard)

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(( continued from this thread ))

"A better question would be: what haven't I got?"

Still on edge, but somewhat mollified (mainly by mention of Amaranth, though Steff's own descriptions of Lezard's powers as fucking sweet, fucking awesome, etc., also helped a good deal), the mage had found himself accepting Steff's invitation for a drink. It was an odd turn of events, considering he had originally planned to make the half-elf very sorry indeed for her slights against windmills and his liking thereof.

His desire to show off, coupled with his pathetic loneliness, had gotten the better of him. He knew it. He didn't care. He wanted to talk necromantic shop, damn it. He wanted to geek out. Steff was a necromancer. This was going to be fun.

"The Ravenclaw bar, the Slytherin 'hookah cafe', it makes very little difference to me. The drinks themselves are only the base for whatever we put in them. Are you familiar with the concept of nootropics? Cognitive enhancers?"

(Open RP) Great Hall

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Everything was dark... quiet. Reality seemed to have slipped away for some time for the small boy. His eyes fluttered open for what seemed like the first time in years as his surroundings came into view. His room definitely looked the same, what with his checkered bed sheets and red and white decor. Something felt different though. He had missed out on something and for some reason time didn't seem real to him anymore.

Roxas gently rose from his bed as if learning to walk for the first time. He made his way to the door successfully and feeling up to it, decided to head to the Common Room. He had no idea what the hour was or what the date was for that matter but he was hungry. Finding no solace in the vacant gathering area, the blonde left the dormitory and headed for the Great Hall. It was there that he planted himself at his assigned House table and wished himself some sea-salt ice cream, thoughts buzzing through his unusually empty mind.

Application for Liga Longfield - Tender Morsels by Margo Lanagan

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((It probably goes without saying, but... here there be spoilers for the whole book!))
Sometimes, a woman dreams, longs for things she knows she ought not to want. She longs for something else, a purpose to her life. Liga is one of those women, and even though she knows she shouldn't, she wishes anyway. She's one daughter grown and married, and another learning the workings of magics, but what of herself? What is there to do? At these times, she feels selfish for wondering these things, for feeling the vague stirrings of restlessness, a restlessness she did not feel when she was allowed to live in the place that was her heart's desire. But this is not that place, and sometimes she longs for something to happen, and wonders if her life will simply continue to pass her by.

And sometimes, even if such dreams be merely idle fancy, the universe grants them anyway, for the universe is fickle, like to heap blessings on a body as well as curses. Which is why, on this particular day, Liga enters the sorting room. She is older than most of the people that come here, though for all that, she is still what the shallow would call a MILF. There's a stateliness about her bearing, and, yes, a bit of sadness, too, as if she's plunged through the darkness that life has to offer and come out the other side.

She glances around the room, the high ceiling, the stone walls, the table on which a paper and quill sit, as if waiting for her to write upon them. She's learned her letters from Lady Annie, and so she goes to the table, picking up the quill and carefully answering the questions she finds.


( I'm just a little girl/I'm Raggedy Ann/Makin' believe I'm happy, hey/Raggedy Ann/Falling apart at the seams. )

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