[identity profile] onefootinhades.livejournal.com
Dean didn't even remember passing out, or falling asleep. In fact, there was a lot he didn't remember. Why he was in a room surrounded by popcorn and covered in butter might have been at the top of the list, but there was a rather large blank spot in his memory that was worrying him.

Grunting in disapproval and brushing a few stray pieces of popcorn off of his lap and started to get to his feet. Unfortunately Dean hadn't anticipated just how slippery all that butter had made everything and soon found himself back on the floor. After several unsuccessful attempt to stand Dean started to get a little frustrated.

"Oh come on! Seriously?"
[identity profile] engravedonsouls.livejournal.com
Lenneth's eyes roamed the room she found herself in. Her wings were spread, pristine white and almost shining. She did not move a muscle for mere moments ago she had been with her sisters and allies, standing before Lezard in his twisted world. Her right hand is held till over the hilt of her blade, waiting for some sign of hostilities.

None came, and the Goddess allowed herself to relax. Her wings vanished, only a couple feathers falling the the ground around her. Normally used to show that a fallen warrior was chosen to fight for the gods, Lenneth cannot help but spare them a moments glance as she recalled times when that was all she was meant for.

Allow me to elucidate. )

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

[identity profile] serrulata.livejournal.com
There had been much going on, it seemed while Kurama had been away. However long he had spent in the Makai (time didn't exactly work in a coherent way there) had been long enough for him to get actually sick of the presence of other demons.

Fools Rush In reference goes here )
[identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com
[[OOC: Backdated to soon after this thread.]]

If the matter had been less pressing, Castiel might have been tempted to put off his first visit to Gabriel. Although they'd gotten along more or less without incident at the archangel's arrival (and he did appreciate the gift of little Henry,) his brother remained an unpredictable and mischievous force to be reckoned with, and Cas couldn't help but be a little apprehensive about approaching him.

Also, he was emphatically not looking forward to confessing to a mistake worthy of a careless human teenager. But he had only himself to blame on that count, and he and Death were sufficiently short on experience in these matters, or good ideas of their own, that he was willing to suffer whatever humiliation Gabriel saw fit to mete out if it would get them some help.

He arrived outside Gabriel's door in Hufflepuff House and hesitated only a moment before quietly knocking. It wasn't as though the archangel couldn't sense him coming a mile away.
[identity profile] low-key-angel.livejournal.com
Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”

The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”

Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”

“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”

He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.

Okay, kids. I can play along )

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