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^{• FROM THE DESK OF ARIANE EMORY•}

TO: Arthur
FROM: Ari
RE: Psych
DATE: current

I want to talk shop. Have time/inclination? Location is Hat Shore hq, aka Sparklypoo common room -- don't laugh.

( Ari Two had never lacked sympathy for Ari One, precisely, but she was developing a newfound appreciation of some problems her predecessor had faced. )

When Ari and her guest were settled comfortably on their respective couches with their respective beverages of choice (for Ari, it was vodka-and-orange), she said: "Ever try to work around someone completely irrational?"

Current Mood: tired

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((Application approved by the rest of the SPN crew!))

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[A man of just slightly more than average height with a receding hairline, wearing a tasteful and impeccably-tailored black suit, thrusts his hands into the pockets of his coat and looks around the Sorting Room with speculative interest.]

( When I said I was looking to hole up someplace out of the way, this isn't exactly what I had in mind... )

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I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _DMO

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _DMO

One day, marmalade will rule the world. _DMO

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Smooth, slow motions.

Once, one of his colonels had commented on the oddity of Sephiroth, the General spearheading the war against the orient, doing something like Tai Chi every morning. Sure, he didn't believe in Da Chao and reserved his beliefs for science rather than Odin and his host of sons and daughters, but he believed in the calming nature of the martial art. The beauty of it.

Some things simply were. He'd learnt a lot in Wutai, namely of Masamune. They should have known better.

The colonel had gotten Court Martialed for insubordination, of course. Along with Slander of a Higher Officer. He was lucky Sephiroth hadn't laid hands on him himself, at the time. Something about his comment had greatly annoyed Sephiroth, though it was a little too finicky for him to completely place what had caused his indignant rage.

Still, stepping through each of the twenty-four forms was soothing, graceful and slow. It quietened down his mind, which had gotten a little too...chaotic, even with it now just being himself in there. He fell back on it like he'd fallen back on it during the Wutai Conflict, before Mother. In a way, he could almost feel the utter raw power of his energy soothing and calming, turning from waters at the height of a storm to a sooth, glass-like lake.

It did not mean, however, that he was not attentive to passers-by or those out strolling the grounds, even at dusk. The grass was dewy and wet under his feet, ice and snow having melted through the day of relative warmth. He barely felt it. Even shirtless and clad only in sweatpants that rode low on his hips.

(Sephiroth his quite sane this evening. Feel free to ask for lessons or ruffle his feathers again.)

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Gifts from Ariane Emory II -

( to Susan Foreman )

( to Arthur )

( to Sokka )

( to Vladimir Harkonnen and Valentine Wolfe )

( to Elric of Melnibone )

( to Jherek Carnelian )

( to Severus Snape )

( from Ari to the Sorting Hat )

Gifts from Simon Tam:

( to River )

( to A )

( to Billy Brennan )

( to Kaylee Frye )

( to Brienne of Tarth )

Gifts from Jaime Lannister:

( to Brienne of Tarth )

( to Oly Binewski )

Gifts from Narcissa Malfoy:

( to Lucius Malfoy )

( to Draco Malfoy )

( to Severus Snape )

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( Cut for long description. )

Overnight bag and PASIV packed, he went back up to the grand entrance of the school. In the reflection of a window he tightened his new Slytherin tie, and he had to admit that maybe the Hat was right. The green was a good color. Behind him, in the reflection of the window, he saw a familiar face leaving the school. "Heading out?" he asked without turning around.

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It's the stairs that make Arthur decide he likes Hogwarts.

Like most students, he's turned out of the sorting room with a house name and the clothes on his back. The directions he's gotten are unreliable at best, ranging from "over there somewhere" to a series of twists and turns that finally lead him to a dead end. He's heading down a hallway, looking for the next person to ask when he runs out of hallways and comes out onto a landing leading to the staircases.

The staircases lead up and down and wherever they want to. He watches one staircase detach from the third floor and lazily stretch itself up to the fifth. Another set of stairs decides that being linear is boring and twists into a tight spiral, ending up on the same floor but on the other side. It's almost too much to take in, and frankly, it's one of the most amazing things he's ever seen.

Arthur is a bit of a stair nerd.

He'll claim that he merely has an appreciation of impossible architecture, that it comes with spending so long around people who can bend cities in their dreams. But there's a reason why the Penrose stairs are one of his favorites, why it's what he shows off first. They're simple, elegant, useful, and embody the fantastical nature of dreams that he finds so intriguing. While these stairs lack the subtlety of the Penrose ones, the sheer grandeur of them captivates him completely.

Which is why he's still there half an hour later, watching the stairs and walking up and down them to see them shift under his feet and swing him around to places he had no intention of visiting.

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((ooc note: Ariane Emory II is taken from after the events of Cyteen (1988) and Regenesis (2009). Expect thorough spoilers for Regenesis. ))

( 'A different Ari. A very different Ari.' 'We don't know how different she'll become, as time passes.' )

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

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Arthur came into the sorting room carrying his coat, a leather messenger bag, a rolling suitcase, and a sleek silver briefcase. The scowl he was wearing wasn't a result of suddenly ending up here, although it certainly made it deeper.

He had no idea how he'd gotten here, and that was a very bad thing.

He had just been picking up the suitcase at a train station, since the shiny silver screamed "INSPECT ME" in airports and it had to be transported discreetly. Arthur wondered if he'd been grabbed just after that, because he'd been going down into dreams long enough to be able to remember what happened before he went under. The seamless transition from train station to ...castle? ...lair? ...or whatever this was had him on edge. First things first, though. He pulled a red die out of his pocket and walked over to the conveniently placed table in the center of the room. He set the briefcase down (neatly, lined up with one of the table legs) and put his coat over the handle of the suitcase (folded carefully, no wrinkles).

( I would hate to see you out of control. )

((Spoiler warning: All of the information in this app can be found in the previews for the movie. There are no spoilers in the application. If a spoiler comes up in the thread, I'll add a warning to the subject line. This promo clip is pretty much all you need to know.))

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

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[Approved by Vishous-mun.] - Butch is taken after his transition into becoming a vampire, and during one of the tense moments in his and Marissa's relationship where things seem rocky between them.

The ex-cop was relatively calm on the outside, he was known for his easy-going attitude. But this was only because he kept his whirling thoughts to himself as to not trouble others. The same sort of endless battle was raging at the moment. He was ever calm on the outside, say for the raised eyebrow and the scratching of the back of his head as he examined the brick room, while on the inside he was starting to feel uneasy by the suddenness of his new surroundings. He found himself eerily drawn to the mahogany table, which had a piece of paper and one of those, you know, medieval writing implements beside it: a quill, if he remembered History class correctly. The Brotherhood had taught him well, so, swallowing thickly and unbuttoning his black silk Emporio Armani shirt some to breath a little easier, he calmed himself down, took the seat and read the application.

State your full name.
The question was simple enough, he reached for the quill but was stunned to see it float up and away from his hand. After a moment he reached for it, only to dip away, again, from his reach. He frowned, clenching his fists and went a third time, to no avail. "Screw this," he muttered, fishing in the pocket of his perfectly tailored black pants for the click-pen, embossed in gold-leaf. He clicked it and began writing.
My name is Brian O'Neal, but I'm better known as Butch.

( Allow me to elucidate ... )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Butch O'Neal.
I have read the

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