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forlornexultant.livejournal.com

The New Sun.

Severian had sailed from the universe within which Urth resided to the universe above, from Briah to Yesod, to bring the New Sun so that Urth might live.

How could this infant-faced cackling monstrosity be that which Severian had brought?

For Thecla knew now that Urth and Earth were one and the same; that Urth lay in Earth's far future, when the moon had been terraformed and planted with forests, and the Hierodules had showered mankind with blessings not unmixed. And she feared the worst: feared that this infant Sun had been fruit of Severian's wanderings. The great ships sailed not only between the stars but across Time. The sailors on those ships met themselves coming and going.

She sought no counsel, as none would avail her. She bethought herself long and searchingly as to how she might commune with this Sun, ask the Conciliator to take mercy upon His people and abort the solar monstrosity. Surely no world could thrive beneath these sickly rays. Her petition was answered only by the Inversion which turned the sun glowing blue, the sky a dull and throbbing yellow.

Thecla knew this could not go on. She climbed the Astronomy Tower, that being as close to the Sun as her earthbound frame could carry her.

Mining the memories of the old Autarch, she passed into a trance taught him many bodies ago. She was no vivimancer, but she thought she could reach out to what had once been herself. What part of the New Sun had been, perhaps, Severian. She focused upon the core of it, and found nothing familiar. Its consciousness was alien. It mocked her. It chortled threats in a primal and inchoate tongueless language.

It engulfed her awareness. It claimed her energy, consumed her for its own gain. It was conserving resources against the battle it knew was coming.

The Chatelaine Thecla shrieked.

Then she popped.

kingbandit.livejournal.com

Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it.

Then, there is the open challenge he has out to another thief, but the time isn't right yet. So many things happen that keep that particular prize from achieving the value it should have before it's reclaimed.

He's seen the compy lab and wondered about it. Does it hold secrets to steal? The best way to find out is to try. And Jing is one to be rather direct, issuing warnings of his intent. The lab is perfect for this as well.

A brief introductory session, interrupted by a tapestry behind him and the house elf showing him the system bursting into flames, and Jing understands much more than he was shown. In the manner of mischief common to boys and thieves, he makes a post under the name "ODorobou," since he is not one to hide just who and what he is.

Everyone has secrets, things they hide--or think they do--that they don't want anyone else to know. The problem with those secrets is the harder you try to hide them, the more valuable and more vulnerable they become. Unburden yourself. Reveal your secrets and be free of them.

Another fire behind him makes him decide to wait elsewhere, but he'll check back periodically to see just what secrets he collects.

This may be one of the easier heists he's pulled, if it works.

Current Mood: mischievous

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

There had been only the most obscure and private of warnings. There were beings who could have predicted the event, with runes or through oracular visions, or by whatever arcane powers they brought with them to Hogwarts -- whatever powers had not fallen prey to the castle's unpredictable field of interference. But how might they have prevented it? And how could they banish it, now that its inevitable advent had begun?

It rose in the sky, bloody and shrieking, three weeks short of All Hallows' Eve. Having risen, it radiated visible rays of unclean light, a light which carried no warmth and lent a cast of jaundice-yellow to the objects thus illumined. Going outdoors was like trying on a new outfit in a fluorescent-lit fitting room. Everything looked subtly wrong.

Mostly its shrieks heralded nothing. They were disconcerting, and raised the hackles on the backs of animals; they caused a mild dyspepsia in some who heard the shrieks, though by no means all. Indeed, some sentient creatures remained unaffected altogether.

But then there were the rarer moments when the shriek of the Baby Sun signified the beginning of something strange. Phenomena that could best be described as Fortean.

The first of these, beginning with the sun's shriek at noon of the day it first rose over Hogwarts, was a rash of spontaneous fires afflicting inanimate and nonsentient objects. This took place not only on the grounds, but also within the castle. Students might reach for their books only to find the book beginning to smolder, then abruptly flaring into a tower of flame. A plate of food in the Great Hall might go to greasy ashes before the first forkful could be taken. The house elves seemed to be spared, at least for now. Pets were safe. But no inanimate object, no matter how cherished or sacred or essential, was immune.

The Baby Sun giggled its loathsome amusement and lolled in the sickly sky. The whole of the grounds lay bathed in its bilious light. Once a student stepped off the grounds, the normal and benevolent sun of Earth was the only sun visible. Yet all of Hogwarts remained under the Baby Sun's mysterious sway, and none could say why or wherefore.

Perhaps some intrepid students might seek to find an answer.

(( OOC: As usual with these kinds of events, you can opt out. Your stuff doesn't need to get burnt; you don't need to get caught outdoors in a rain of fish or blood, or whatever subsequent phenomena take place between now and Halloween. If you want, your character can be unable to detect the Baby Sun or the weird quality of light at all. The mods will banish the Baby Sun through certain mysterious IC means once Halloween has come to pass. ))

rstlsnight.livejournal.com

((Incarnations of Immortality squibbait…unless I’m seriously mistaken in my memory and this character actually does appear, but I don’t think so *grins* There are ~~eight~~ seven books and a lot of minor Incarnations/offices mentioned. I am, however, playing this as squibbait.

In the series, each Incarnation has a specific power and is supposed to be supreme in his or her bailiwick. Sleeps would, obviously, be sleep. Her power is used by reaching into her bag and tossing some 'sleep seed' at the other person. This is supposed to cause the person to fall asleep right away. [Obviously, I made this up ;)] Whether your character is affected or not is up to you.))

The figure that steps into the Sorting Room apparently from nowhere, just phasing into existence within the room, though for this room, that would be nothing out of the ordinary, was clothed in a long flowing hooded cloak of soft shades of off white. A bag hung from a rope-like belt at the figure’s waist. Even with the belt, it was difficult to figure if the person was male or female. Which ever they were, the thinness of their figure lent them an air of youth—if he was male, he was still growing, if she was female, she hadn’t fully developed.

A hand reached up and pushed back the hood, revealing an elfin face surrounded by a wave of amber colored hair. The features were far too delicate for most males, yet still within the realm of androgyny. Green eyes surveyed the room, darting from fixture to fixture as if trying to see something behind them, looking for something that may or may not be there. A closer look at the face would reveal a certain peakedness to it, a fine webbing of lines around eyes sunk too deep within the skull and seem to burn out from their cave with an almost feverish light. Irritation flickers over the features as the same hand pushes back the hair and then falls back to its post by the figure’s side.

The voice, when it reveals itself, clears all doubt of the creature’s gender: A lilting brogue that speaks of a magical island, roughened by the sea pounding against the rocks of its coast. Molly Malone would know that accent and it would make her homesick. “I was warned o’ your tricks, Ol’ Nick,” she said, trying to sound bold and confident, though it sounded more as if she’d been up far too long. There was more truth in that than in any other explanation.

The quill hovering above the table containing the applications finally catches her attention. “What magic is this?” she muses, crossing to the table. “Be it white or black and shall I be believin’ ye either way? Be ye one o’ the Devil’s own, why would ye be tellin’ me the truth. It be t’ yer benefit to be decievin’ me.”

( Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants. ~Jessamyn West. )

I have read the

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

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

“An’, I’ll not be signin’ that las’ one, ol’ Nick!”

raistlin-red.livejournal.com

His entry was preceeded by the rustle of robes against the stone and the steady tap of a staff on the floor. Hourglass shaped eyes narrowed at his unfamiliar surroundings. Raistlin Majere, sorceror of Krynn and bearer of the Red Robes of Neutrality, surveyed the room. He was alone, there were no signs of his oafish brother Caramon, Tanis, even that infernal Kender, Tasselhoff. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep near the fire, and hearing the steady snores of his companions.

After a moment’s pause, the hood was pushed back, revealing the careworn face of a young man. White hair tumbled past his shoulders, contrasting with his metallic golden skin.

“Shirak,” the young man whispered. The round crystal, clutched in a golden dragon’s talon at the top of his staff flared, spilling light into the room.

Seized with a coughing fit that racked his entire body, Raistlin clutched at his staff to remain standing. When the fit had passed, he straightened, and noticed the quill hovering over the parchment.

(the mun apologizes in advance, Raistlin is a complicated, sarcastic and often bitter character considering his very frail health. So he can sound rather dickish. His spellcasting abilities are based on the AD&D 2nd ed rules))

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

( Read on )

Current Location: sorting room

ubergazebo.livejournal.com

Slow life of wood. Sap seeping through woodgrain and through cracks in paint. News from tree to tree in wind speaking of brothers slain. Gazebo, I, will stretch and move. Gazebo probes earth to taste what path leads to the brothers' resting ground. Another flavor there too, like truffles. Gazebo knows that is a love flavor.

Magic helps gazebo, me, to move. Proudly bedecked in flowers. Handsome and angry. That is me. Hear the voice magic gave me to speak without wind. I demand audience.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.

ubergazebo
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.

ubergazebo
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.

ubergazebo
One day, marmalade will rule the world.

ubergazebo"

dangerous-pets.livejournal.com

((I consulted the other HP muns.))

The castle door slammed open abruptly and a giant of a man sporting wild tangles of hair and an overgrown beard came galumphing inside. "I'm back!" he bellowed in a voice that might have shaken the walls had Hogwarts been made of less stern stuff.

No one acknowledged the giant's presence until he found himself walking into a room he did not recognize. There he found an application, with the Dictaquill floating above it.

"What's this, then?" he asked, watching in dismay as the quill wrote his words. "Peeves? Is this yer idea of a joke?"

The quill wrote all this down, then hovered at the beginning of the application, seeming impatient to get on with things.

Rubeus Hagrid--for this was the identity of the giant--shrugged his massive shoulders. "All righ'. What the hell," he said.

( NEVER INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME! )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Monty Python - the Lumberjack song

miranda-bnewski.livejournal.com

Characters: If you want to vent to your muns, or complain about the people who share your headspace, this is the place. It may not help things, but maybe you'll feel better.
Characters may comment and talk with each other.

vislor-turlough.livejournal.com

Anonymous post:

I seem to have a problem. There's a guy that's irritating me, but I seem to like it when he does so. I sometimes want to alternate between making him suffer and pushing him against the wall to kiss him. (hankfully, he leaves out any part about the catgirl incident.)

Well, I'm not sure what to make of this. I'd welcome any advice you have on this.

rat-bstrd.livejournal.com

The small young man paced back and forth in his cell. He'd already inspected everything in the room. The chair and the table could be used as weapons. If he stood beside the door long enough, he could hit whoever came in and escape. But if he did that, he still might not get out anyway. Better to patiently wait and listen to what they had to say, even if he lost the element of surprise.

Right now they were probably torturing Sage and would kill her and he'd never see her again and it was all his fault and they'd come and torture him too. He paced faster.

Even taking a test started to look better than sitting here doing nothing.

( Alright, I'll do this. )
"Well, see. If you have my sister and you haven't hurt her I'll go back to working for you. I won't track you down and kill you like an animal or anything." He checked his pockets "And I have lottery tickets." He waved the bundle. "Lottery tickets, right here."

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Rat__________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Rat________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___Rat________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___Rat__________
I don't wear knickers ___Rat_____"

((Rat, like Sage is an empath and an Influencer. He also has amazing waif-fu IC. If you're supernaturally fast or strong, you can beat him, no problem. If you're some kind of master ninja, you can beat him. If you're good at martial arts, he probably has a chance of at least landing a punch.

PB: Kitt Turtlington from the movie Gypsy 83))

hungry-noteyes.livejournal.com

The problem--well, one problem--one of the many major problems--with having students from everywhere is that some of them are going to have habits that are very unpleasant to the rest of them.

The Corinthian, for example, has decided to eat lunch in the Great Hall today. He's using all three mouths to do so, and his lunch mainly consists of eyeballs. For him this is nothing unusual, but for everyone else it's creepy as hell.

Let the wild rumpus start. Or, you know, the staring.

cockneysplosive.livejournal.com

Okay. So. A job went wrong again.

He supposed that's what he got for working with amateurs.

The point was, Basher Tarr needed someplace to hide, and he heard from a mate about a safe haven in Scotland, that even if a cop managed to get in, he couldn't arrest a bloke.

Turns out Basher missed the safe haven completely and ended up in Hogwarts, but don't tell him that.

Anyway, Basher came into the sorting room, sitting down in the chair, pulling out his reading glasses and looking over the application.

( No one told me this was a magic school. )

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

[[OOC: Hey, out of curiosity, what would happen if we hit the max on tags? Delete the ones we no longer use?]]

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

An immensely fat, red-headed man in a red velvet robe floats, not stands, over the desk, and looks at the parchment with only a slight hint of perceptible confusion. He blinks a few times, and frowns slightly as he finds the unfamiliar sight in front of him hasn't changed a bit. Too much Spice in that last dose, that's what this must be. Will have to have that medic strangled. . . and where are my guards? And the servants? Is it some Imperial test? Or I've suddenly become a Navigator. He smirks slightly, but betrays no outward sign of fear as he presses on something beneath his voluminous robe and floats closer to the desk.

( Hrm. . . )

j-whitlock.livejournal.com

((OOC: Approved by Edward and Bella's players, and Alice is sadly popcorn. Jasper is taken post-Eclipse.

Jasper's a highly skilled empath vampire. He's able to sense/experience the emotions of others and influence their moods for as long as he remains in their company. In canon this ranges from calming a pack of volatile werewolves to putting Bella to sleep; "Jasper’s abilities affect the body physically. He really does calm your system down, or excite it. It’s not an illusion." Players are obviously free to have their characters be affected by this influence or not, of course—and I'll try to be careful about not godmoding, his Hufflepuff answer aside.

Fair warning for any characters who may have open wounds or the like, Jasper's dubious self control tends to slip when he smells spilt blood...))

Carlisle had felt it was high time Edward and Bella were checked on in person again, and surprisingly it was Jasper who volunteered ~~to take a turn playing babysitter~~. He did have ulterior motives, which were only too easy for his adoptive family to guess and made them even more certain he should be the one to go, in spite of his occasionally poor self control around humans. Edward would be there, Alice had reasoned, and he would be enough to prevent anything... unfortunate from happening, surely.

( And so Jasper went. )

I have read the

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

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

eyes-uphere.livejournal.com

The woman appeared in the Sorting Room in mid-fall, just barely managing to tuck into a roll before hitting the ground. She quickly got up and brushed herself off. She wore a green tank top and tan shorts, and had her hair pulled back into a single braid. While she had piercing brown eyes, that wasn't the first thing that caught anyone's attention. The woman also had large, bouncing...

( Is that a 9mm in your pocket, or are you happy to see me? )

hikikomoriways.livejournal.com

Application for Tatsuhiro Satou, WELCOME TO THE NHK

((On continuity; I'm taking Satou from the anime, but where it doesn't directly contradict, I'll be filling in with bits from the manga and novel. Taken from just after episode 16, "Welcome to the Game Over!"))

( Welcome to the application! )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Music: Fushigi Purupuru Pururin Rin!

livingaustria.livejournal.com

OOC: For those with shinigami eyes, I suppose they'd see Roderich Edelstein.

It was probably a sign of how so into his music he was that it took Austria a minute to realize that he was no longer at his piano.

He looked up, blinking, at the unfamilar castle. Instinct told him that he was in some part of the United Kingdom.

"England better not have occupied me," was all he murmured as he picked up the application.

( Oh, I see, this is more of a diplomatic mission. )

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

secondchairman.livejournal.com

((OOC: Like Chairman Kaga, we have established that Chairman Marc is his nephew and not in actuality Marc Dacascos. While they share a love of martial arts, the rest is all fictional.))

A young man in a business suit enters the Sorting room. He looks around. Then as he spies the pen he picks it up and looks at the questions... "Interesting."

( Allow me to elucidate. )

forlornexultant.livejournal.com

( 'The sun remains stationary while Urth dances about him, and it is by her dancing that we know the time, just as a deaf man might still beat out the rhythm of a tarantella by observing the swaying of the dancers. But what if the sun himself were to dance? Then, too, the march of the moments might become a retreat.' -- Severian to the soldier Miles, in _The Citadel of the Autarch_ )

necrobird.livejournal.com

A man dressed in a long black coat and pants stood in front of the desk. A gray mask, much like a surgical mask, covered half of his face so only his violet eyes were visible. He swayed on his feet and pressed his palm against his forehead with a grunt. His eyes flicked back and forth erratically as he filed through recent and painful memories. A few minutes passed before he came back to reality. His surroundings were unfamiliar. He knew this wasn’t the spirit world (or any other afterlife, for that matter), but it wasn’t his world either. Karasu wondered why he was here and heard himself mumble his question out loud.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

Current Mood: indifferent

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Entries tagged with chatelaine thecla

the sky's gone out (closed, one-shot)

Compy Post: Your secrets

Eh-oh and uh-oh. (open RP / ongoing event)

Application for Sleep ((Incarnations of Immortality OC squibbait))

Raistlin's Application

A handsome gazebo. (OC squibbait application)

Application: Rubeus Hagrid - Harry Potter series

OOC Post: Vent to the Muns

[Compy Post] Advice for a confused person

Application: Rat Lord Vishnu's Love Handles (book)

Great Hall, Lunchtime (Open RP)

[Application] Basher Tarr, Ocean's Trilogy

Application: Baron Vladimir Harkonnen (canon version- not Lynch's movie version)

Application: Jasper Hale, Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series

Application for Lara Croft: Tomb Raider

Application for Tatsuhiro Satou, WELCOME TO THE NHK

[Application] Austria, Axis Powers Hetalia

Application for Chairman Marc - Iron Chef America

astronomical doubts (closed RP for Miles Vorkosigan and the Chatelaine Thecla)

Application for Karasu from Yuu Yuu Hakusho