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soldierfair.livejournal.com

The saying usually goes, "Life's a bitch, and then you die."

Upon reflection, even counting the really good parts (Aerith, Cloud, even Sephiroth and Angeal before the former went crazy and the latter turned into a... better not to think about that) I've gotta agree. Life really is one hell of a bitch.

I think I did good, though. There were a lot of bad things, a few great things, but all in all, I can die knowing I finished with a job well done. So now it's time to lay back, relax, and return to the lifestream.

Funny how the lifestream feels a lot like a cold stone floor.

...Okay, I'm not imagining it. Something isn't right. I'm pretty sure the lifestream does not equal lying supine on cobbles.

And that I shouldn't be able to just open my eyes like I've done every day, but I am and it's weird and something just is not right.

I sit up. Like, normal sitting up. This can't seriously be the afterlife. Nothing I've ever read or heard said anything about the lifestream being a room in what looked like a really old part of Nibelheim.

Looking around, I can't find anything familiar, and the only thing worth notice is the little table with the paper, and a fancy pen that someone must've cast Float on.

( Tests in the afterlife? Aw maaan... )
"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Zack________
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Zack______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Zack______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Zack________"

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

A's garden had been thriving, and was producing burgeoning amounts of, well, produce. And while there was off-the-plant snacking and afternoon picnics to revel in the taste of the summer fruits and vegetables, there was the rest of the year to consider.

Thus, A in the kitchen with heaps of fruits and jars standing in pans of steaming water.

lady-kirin.livejournal.com

The house elves, Acorna had found, could produce a serviceable salad at a moment's notice. If she'd had to, she could have quite happily survived on those salads alone for quite a long time. However, there was really no reason to try, especially this time of year. Acorna had never had a chance to do much grazing on earth, before - she honestly hadn't spent more than a few days on the planet at a time. So now, with apparently limitless free time, without having to worry about evading well-meaning officials or rushing off to some emergency on the other end of the galaxy, she intended to take the time to enjoy herself.

She found a spot near the lake, which hadn't been mowed nearly as recently as it should have been, and sat cross-legged in the middle of a thick patch of tall grasses and wildflowers. Smiling to herself, Acorna plucked a likely-looking stalk and began to nibble.

finbarwrong.livejournal.com

((OOC: With permission from China mun - me.))

A man with long greasy black hair found himself in the Sorting Room. The great doors were closed behind him, and some feet away a lone desk with stationary upon it rested, undisturbed. He took measured steps forward, as if assessing the firmness of the stone, should the flagstones disappear from under his shit-kickers. The man wasn't edgy or confused; he seemed at one, content and relaxed with his given situation. He had coloured tattoos up and down his bare arms, all melting into one another. He wore a band shirt which not only had undergone some savagery (no longer sleeved and frayed) was terribly loose on his willowy frame. He sported a collection of black bands around his wrist, ranging in thickness and spiked or not spiked styles, one even holding a shiny silver skull. Even before he seated himself, there was an inner awareness that the quill would act upon his spoken word, be it because he was a Sensitive .. or merely because he took the time to read the note beside it.

( Allow me to elucidate ... )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Finbar.
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Finbar.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Finbar.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Finbar."

Current Location: Sorting Room

lady-kirin.livejournal.com

Acorna isn't sure what to make of this. She looks around the sorting room - strange and austere, but even without the purifying effect of her horn, the air is clean and safe if a little musty, and she doesn't see any immediate danger - and turns back to the door she came in through, which looks nothing like any hatch ever installed on the Condor. Still, she looks out through it. "Captain Jonas? Aari? Maak? This isn't funny, you three."

No answer comes, of course, so she turns her attention to the paper and quill. "Application for what?" she mutters to herself, picking up the quill in one slightly clumsy, two-fingered hand.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

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