[identity profile] mello-n-choco.livejournal.com
((Pick your poison. Characters cameoed can also be spoken with, if desired, but the main action of this post will be the three above. Also, any references to other characters are Mello's thoughts and shouldn't be construed as either godmodding or hinting, unless either is desired by that other player's mun))

The sky was very overcast, threatening to rain, wind blowing. No one sane would be out, which meant that a lot of people were, of course. Wouldn't surprise me if that damn bat was in the clouds, but I wasn't interested in talking to him right now.

Right now, L and I are practicing, him Capoeira, me Muay Thai for the hell of it. I may decide to learn drunken boxing for the hell of it. Right now, though, I'm finding that Muay Thai doesn't work very well against Capoeira. It's too rigid, but we agreed on styles before we began fighting and that stupid samurai has gotten one thing through...I can almost feel his damn sword against my hand when I start thinking about switching styles. I can almost see him watching, with that white haired brat, at the edge of the forest.

I must be getting paranoid.

The rain lets lose, though and L stops, looking up at it. I take the opportunity and get a strike in on him that lands him on his ass. Nice.

He just frowns at me and gets up, his thumb in his mouth. "It's raining," he says, as if that isn't obvious, and starts toward the castle.

Seriously? I stare after him. What a chicken.

I see a kid with a yellow coat. "Looks like he stole your game," he said, grinning at me.

"You wanna try?" I ask, watching a fat man cross from the green houses to the castle, trying not to look like he was running as he waddled. What is that damn fox doing now, renting out space? I smile back at the kid.

"To pick your pockets and steal your chocolate?" he asked, holding up one of my goddamned chocolate bars.

"You," I snarl, starting after him.

He tossed it back at me, laughing as he took off to the forest.

I gust out a breath and shove it back in my pocket. Now's a good a time as any to try to learn drunken boxing. I've read about it, so it's just a matter of application now. I stand in the middle of the area we'd been practicing in and start letting the wind sway me, learning to keep my balance when moving weirdly.
[identity profile] pre-l.livejournal.com
It had been awhile since L ventured into the library for some study. And, while he had appeared unconcerned about the return of Karasu, it had entered his mind that he should be concerned. While the library was lacking in Eastern demonology, he could find some information. Being in the library, around the books, was a familiar, comfortable place, even if he occasionally got looks for the panda cookies he kept at his elbow.

He had a stack of books around him, a bucket of cookies at his elbow, and something to research. He was pleased with his situation, quite content to ignore the world for quite some time.

But, being in public meant he was unlikely to be left alone.
[identity profile] ducklesspond.livejournal.com
((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))


Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.

Hopefully this isn't a dream. )


I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______AP______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____AP______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______AP_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _______AP______
[identity profile] 12panelwonder.livejournal.com
Owl from Matt to Fuuka )
Owl from Fuuka to Matt )
Owl from Matt to A, Mello, Near, L, and River. )

And finally, a compy post to the entire school.

If you see a man or woman with blond hair carrying around a basket of blue orbs or a sword, and answers to the name 'Apos', be careful. This person is not to be trusted, as he is an indestructible, murderous sadist.
[identity profile] consultingdetec.livejournal.com
(ooc: I cannot BELIEVE no one has tried this before me. Perhaps, because it is such a daunting task . . . ah, well, I'll give it my best shot as someone already claimed Turlough I have no choice.) This seems like a good distraction from the monotony of life . . . )

[identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
From Matt to L )
From Matt to Mello and Near )
From Matt to Kusu and Kurama )
From Matt to A and the pets (this included Wishbone) )

Wishbone gave books and candy to A, Near, Mello, L, Matt, Professor Snape, and Kusuriyuri.

For all the pets he gave assorted treats (he saved the biggest one for Schro).
[identity profile] pre-l.livejournal.com
L is not a social person. He prefers the company of his computers and cases and very few people. Yet, here he is, limited on the number of cases he can work lest his counterpart in this world discover his interference.

This is not to say he is unhappy. He is very happy with Matt and Koopa, getting more used to the dog as the dog begins being less 'puppy' and more dog.

But, there are times that he becomes restless. It may be a lack of mental occupation. It may be he is still unused to being content with anything or anyone.

It may be the sugar in his diet.

Regardless of what it is, he is wandering the halls, looking out over the courtyards, pacing, his hands in his pockets, slouched as he walks, looking for all the world like a vagabond in a long sleeved teeshirt, loose, well-washed jeans and shoes that were all but falling apart.
[identity profile] catcherandrye.livejournal.com
The door to the Sorting Room creaked open, and a dark haired young adolescent peaked around the corner. He paused, blinked, waited a while, then stepped in and closed the door behind him.

He walked a little into the room, and stopped before the chair, then took a seat, staring down at the application. His eyes were blank and empty, but the was an oddness about him, something that warned that darkness lay underneath.

The sharp intelligence of the boy's analytical mind could be seen through the dark fog of his eyes as he stared at the floating quill. There was, for a moment, also something like curiosity and wonder. These traits all vanished under the emotionless void soon enough. He placed his hands in his lap and and read the application aloud before giving his answers.

Dive within for elucidation... )


"I have read the
[community profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Aoi_______
I have read the
[community profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ______Aoi_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Aoi______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Aoi________"
[identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
Well, after that mess with kid-Kusu and the yucky pink goo, Wishbone opted to stay inside while the weather was weird.

But just because he was inside doesn't mean he can't celebrate Halloween!

(Granted, he's just doing it to beg for treats, but who wouldn't?)

So Wishbone put on his Beowulf costume, got a little cauldron (that could hold more than it looked), and started walking around Hogwarts, preparing to ask of anyone the eternal question: Trick or treat?
[identity profile] cardarchitect.livejournal.com
Near was sore. It was a good sore, and pleasantly earned, but it was making him stiff and achy, and he needed a place to relax.

The existence of a nearby sauna, therefore, was a blessing. He made his way there and slipped inside, sitting in the hot steam, feeling it soothe him.
[identity profile] pre-l.livejournal.com
While not exactly the easiest thing to do, L, aka Ryuuzaki, was adjusting his own manner of thinking. He felt he'd reached some degree of success when he took A shopping rather than question his potential preparedness. He was making a concerted effort and when he made a concerted effort, things happened.

Concerted efforts also required sustenance. And, while eating in his room was adequate, L knew that, as part of his programme to change, he needed to get out more often. So, rather than request cheesecake and tea be brought to his room, he ventured out to the Great Hall, perching on a bench, adding copious amounts of sugar to his tea. Glucose, after all, was vital for brain functioning.
[identity profile] pre-l.livejournal.com
((Topic might be considered NSFW, maybe...))

There were things one knew especially well when one was the greatest three detectives in the world. One of these was that preparation was tantamount to success.

With that principle in mind, there were things that A needed for preparation. Regardless of how much the boy hemmed about needing them, there was no getting around them.

L had waited a few days before sending a note to A. He knew the boy wouldn't make the false assumption he'd forgotten. There were just things to do prior to going, research being one of them.

A,

Is now a good time?

Ryuuzaki
[identity profile] guy-from-mars.livejournal.com
Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.

He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.

Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":

Attention Hogwarts students!

These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:

God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.

Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.
[identity profile] 12panelwonder.livejournal.com
It's an odd situation when Matt's not playing videogames or hacking, but there he was, petting a sleeping Koopa.

When he almost let his pride lose his relationship with L, he vowed never to let that happen again. Cause L meant more to him than anything. And he's greedy.

So Matt's waiting in his room for L, petting Koopa a bit nervously.

[[OOC: NSFW]]
[identity profile] 12panelwonder.livejournal.com
[[Possibly NSFW]]

After getting L to apologize to those he'd wronged, Matt took L back up to their room.

After shutting and warding their door, Matt peeled off his gloves and goggles, stroking L's face and kissing his cheeks.

"There, there, my love, it's all over, it's all over."
[identity profile] pre-l.livejournal.com
Though it may not look it just by glancing at the messy-haired figure crouching in one of the chairs of the library with his thumb pressed to the corner of his mouth, L is sulking. Only rarely in his life has he ever been confronted with something that didn't go his way simply because he wanted it to. He was L. He commanded the world's police forces and, at times, could command their militarizes, if the situation warranted such. The world was his; he could take the cases he wanted, leave the ones he didn't. He hated to lose so he never lost. He would even go so far to admit that, in this regard, he was childish. There are times, given the right person asking, he could admit to being stubborn.

But, he was never wrong.

Until now.

Before, it had only been a thought experiment. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe his thinking was off target, but not a full admission that he was absolutely wrong.

He hated it. Absolutely and utterly hated it.

And, now, he was at an impasse. The completely infallible detective who wore the top three names in the world could not be wrong. There were laws against it, laws of statistics and averages. And, yet, here he was, wrong, so very wrong.

His mind is caught in a circle of misery and disbelief and the book before him, his cover, has not been touched in half an hour, though his eyes remain steadily on the page. Nothing is moving on the page, he's not even aware of looking at it. His mind, for all intents and purposes, has stalled out on the problem of him being wrong. It was a painful and difficult concept to accept and he was still looking for ways, no matter how improbable, that he might, in some way, be right.

And he was failing. Which sat just as badly.

((OOC: yeah...sorry for the emo...L does wrong very badly...))

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