[Open RP] The Origin of Rage

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He had lost his temper again.

When he had been practicing his spells on the boggart, at some point he had forgotten that it was a boggart and not Karasu. He had been filled with rage and anger, wanting nothing more than to avenge himself.

So he had snapped and gotten vicious, disappointing Mello in the process.

He had hoped that those fits of temper had been because of the mononoke, but now that it was gone, and he still had the temper...

Kaga sighed over his drink. He didn't normally drink for the sake of getting drunk, but for one night he wanted to do so before he figured out why he kept getting vicious and how to stop himself from doing so again.

Application - Herr Drosselmeyer from Princess Tutu

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((OOC: To avoid godmodding issues, Drosselmeyer's canonical story spinner abilities (i.e., writing stories that come true) have been voided by the magic of Hogwarts. Of course, he can surely find other ways to mess with people's lives...))

An old and eccentric man strode through the Sorting Room doors, a red cloak flowing from his hunched shoulders. His eyes lit up upon seeing the desk and chair situated in the room, and he hurried over to settle in the seat. Sighing in contentment he closed his eyes, rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, laced his gloved fingers together and began, “Uzura, our next stop shall be--”

And paused at the lack of footsteps pattering in after him, or the now-familiar tapping of a drum. “Uzura?” Drosselmeyer opened an eye and looked around the room. Where had that little cobbled-together Pinocchio of Edel's remains that Charon had made for him gotten to? “Good help is so hard to find,” he sighed. Not that Uzura was particularly excellent help, and Edel had had her flaws as well, but it would be far more trouble to replace them with brand new tools if Uzura didn't show up soon.

Drosselmeyer pouted, tapping a foot against the stone floor while he waited, until he noticed the parchment and quill on the desk. He scooted the chair forward with an excited cackle and leaned eagerly over the desk to read the paper. “What sort of story have I found myself in, I wonder?”

( Once upon a time... )

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