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( From Yukimura )
( From Mello )
( From Jing )
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im-wacky-times.livejournal.comIt's not improbable that extremely large and powerful animals might panic when confronted by certain types of much smaller animals. Take the classic example of the elephant thrown into a tizzy by mice.
For T-Rex, the panic-trigger took two forms: raccoons and cephalopods. Creepiest neighbors ever! Really. Not kidding.
One time he moved to avoid his raccoon and cephalopod neighbors, and they totally moved into the house next door!
And now at Hogwarts, he was supposed to be living next door to McGraw Tower, and guess who lived there? Well, no raccoons yet, but. Cephalopods! Or something near enough as made no difference from T-Rex's vantage point!
And they had talked to him. *Shudder*
T-Rex was kind of afraid to go home!
So he was standing around on the lawn, looking distraught, or as distraught as a tyrannosaurus can look. Wringing his tiny vestigial arm-hands.
For T-Rex, the panic-trigger took two forms: raccoons and cephalopods. Creepiest neighbors ever! Really. Not kidding.
One time he moved to avoid his raccoon and cephalopod neighbors, and they totally moved into the house next door!
And now at Hogwarts, he was supposed to be living next door to McGraw Tower, and guess who lived there? Well, no raccoons yet, but. Cephalopods! Or something near enough as made no difference from T-Rex's vantage point!
And they had talked to him. *Shudder*
T-Rex was kind of afraid to go home!
So he was standing around on the lawn, looking distraught, or as distraught as a tyrannosaurus can look. Wringing his tiny vestigial arm-hands.
raistlin-black.livejournal.com((Bringing Raistlin back with a canon update to boot! And one of these days, his mun will learn how to format on the first damn try!))
A man in black robes staggered to his feet outside of the popcorn room, clearly disoriented. He snarled a word of magic, creating a thrumming wave of energy that surrounded him like a shield. Raistlin Majere, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, had returned to Hogwarts. The mage looked down at his robes, jet black and normally of the softest fabric, trimmed in ornate silver runes now sodden with grease. He plucked at a sleeve with with an expression of disgust.
He was back. Raistlin tore his hood back and gave an inarticulate scream of rage. He had passed through Shoikan Grove unharmed and claimed the Tower of High Sorcery as his own, all of it’s secrets and magic were his. The spellbooks of Fistandantilius were his, he was learning the most powerful secrets of arcane magic. Yet the magic of this school had pulled him back against his will.
His spell components were ruined, but he could call on enough magic to burn the grease from his robes. Anyone passing by would see a cranky looking wizard standing in the hallway, smoking.
psycho-vertue.livejournal.com((With permission from Valentine-mun, seeing as we are the exact same person. Diana is in her canon one of the most powerful espers to ever have lived, though her powers will be Hogwarts-dampened. Telepathy, telekinetic manipulation and suchlike will be only by mun approval. She's usually described as putting off a very tangible aura of presence and power, but feel free to not notice it--hey, maybe not everyone can feel auras!))
"All right, where the hell am I?"
The voice was recognizably a woman's, if incredibly harsh and grating, as though the speaker had a throat injury. Diana Vertue stood in the Sorting Room, short and blonde with her hands on her hips, scowling ferociously all around her. This very definitely wasn't where she had been just a few moments ago. The last time she'd seen stone walls like this was the Deathstalker Standing, except this place seemed decidedly less wrecked than the Standing had been when it had crashed. She stretched out her esp, trying to get a sense of her new surroundings, and briefly sensed minds. Lots of them. Some baseline human, some varying degrees of weird, and one that was very familiar. She'd deal with that later.
Diana wandered over to the table and frowned thoughtfully at it. The parchment came zooming to her hand with some slight resistance, and her frown deepened. She was an uber esper, one of the few normal espers who had survived the touch of the Mater Mundi and lived to tell about it. But her normally tremendous powers felt... dampened. Like she was trying to access them through a wet blanket. She didn't like it one bit.
She focused on the parchment instead, reading off her answers, and noticing with some amusement that a feather quill pen floated up to write them down of its own accord.
( Once upon a time, she was just an esper named Diana Vertue, but things had become rather complicated since then. )
"I have read the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. DV jp
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. DV jp
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. DVjp
One day, marmalade will rule the world. DVjp"
"All right, where the hell am I?"
The voice was recognizably a woman's, if incredibly harsh and grating, as though the speaker had a throat injury. Diana Vertue stood in the Sorting Room, short and blonde with her hands on her hips, scowling ferociously all around her. This very definitely wasn't where she had been just a few moments ago. The last time she'd seen stone walls like this was the Deathstalker Standing, except this place seemed decidedly less wrecked than the Standing had been when it had crashed. She stretched out her esp, trying to get a sense of her new surroundings, and briefly sensed minds. Lots of them. Some baseline human, some varying degrees of weird, and one that was very familiar. She'd deal with that later.
Diana wandered over to the table and frowned thoughtfully at it. The parchment came zooming to her hand with some slight resistance, and her frown deepened. She was an uber esper, one of the few normal espers who had survived the touch of the Mater Mundi and lived to tell about it. But her normally tremendous powers felt... dampened. Like she was trying to access them through a wet blanket. She didn't like it one bit.
She focused on the parchment instead, reading off her answers, and noticing with some amusement that a feather quill pen floated up to write them down of its own accord.
( Once upon a time, she was just an esper named Diana Vertue, but things had become rather complicated since then. )"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. DV I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. DV I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. DV
One day, marmalade will rule the world. DV
[Open RP] The Origin of Rage
May. 3rd, 2010 02:25 pmgourmetchairman.livejournal.comHe had lost his temper again.
When he had been practicing his spells on the boggart, at some point he had forgotten that it was a boggart and not Karasu. He had been filled with rage and anger, wanting nothing more than to avenge himself.
So he had snapped and gotten vicious, disappointing Mello in the process.
He had hoped that those fits of temper had been because of the mononoke, but now that it was gone, and he still had the temper...
Kaga sighed over his drink. He didn't normally drink for the sake of getting drunk, but for one night he wanted to do so before he figured out why he kept getting vicious and how to stop himself from doing so again.
When he had been practicing his spells on the boggart, at some point he had forgotten that it was a boggart and not Karasu. He had been filled with rage and anger, wanting nothing more than to avenge himself.
So he had snapped and gotten vicious, disappointing Mello in the process.
He had hoped that those fits of temper had been because of the mononoke, but now that it was gone, and he still had the temper...
Kaga sighed over his drink. He didn't normally drink for the sake of getting drunk, but for one night he wanted to do so before he figured out why he kept getting vicious and how to stop himself from doing so again.
mello-n-choco.livejournal.comTo spare your Friend's page and the mun is late *hides*
( Gifts from Mello )
( Gifts from Yukimura )
( Gifts from Kusuriyuri )
( Gifts from Maddie )
( Gifts from Gwendal )
( Gifts from L )
( Gifts from Mello )( Gifts from Yukimura )( Gifts from Kusuriyuri )( Gifts from Maddie )( Gifts from Gwendal )( Gifts from L )pre-l.livejournal.comWhile 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.
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.
OOC Post: Vent to the Muns
Jun. 9th, 2009 06:11 pmmiranda-bnewski.livejournal.comCharacters: 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.
Characters may comment and talk with each other.
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braveexplorer.livejournal.com((OOC: I'm playing Coraline based on the book, which is why she has a PB (Ariel Gade) rather than movie icons. Nothing against movie!Coraline, I just haven't seen the film yet. If you're reading this later and want to play Wybie or the movieverse version of anyone, PM me and we'll work something out.
Also, spoilers for the whole book.))
It was a rainy, dull Saturday. Coraline had played with all her toys and grown bored with them all, and counted every yellow thing in the house, and was now amusing herself by lying across a chair with her head hanging backwards over the side, trying to make herself believe that she could walk on the ceiling. It wasn't until she started feeling dizzy and sat up again that she realised the room had changed.
She stood up, quickly, looking around the room. It didn't look familiar to her at all, which was a sort of relief. At least it wasn't trying to trick her into thinking she knew it. There was a door, but it wouldn't open, even when she pulled as hard as she could.
There was also a table in the middle of the room, with a piece of paper on it and an old-fashioned quill pen floating just above it. Coraline went over and examined it. Her father had a pen on his desk that floated like that. It worked by magnets.
Coraline didn't think this one did.
"Is anybody here?" she asked, and jumped a little as the pen wrote the words down. The paper was a sheet of questions, she saw now. Answering them seemed the obvious thing to do.
( ...there was nothing left about school that could scare her any more. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Coraline Jones_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Coraline Jones_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Coraline Jones_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Coraline Jones_"
Also, spoilers for the whole book.))
It was a rainy, dull Saturday. Coraline had played with all her toys and grown bored with them all, and counted every yellow thing in the house, and was now amusing herself by lying across a chair with her head hanging backwards over the side, trying to make herself believe that she could walk on the ceiling. It wasn't until she started feeling dizzy and sat up again that she realised the room had changed.
She stood up, quickly, looking around the room. It didn't look familiar to her at all, which was a sort of relief. At least it wasn't trying to trick her into thinking she knew it. There was a door, but it wouldn't open, even when she pulled as hard as she could.
There was also a table in the middle of the room, with a piece of paper on it and an old-fashioned quill pen floating just above it. Coraline went over and examined it. Her father had a pen on his desk that floated like that. It worked by magnets.
Coraline didn't think this one did.
"Is anybody here?" she asked, and jumped a little as the pen wrote the words down. The paper was a sheet of questions, she saw now. Answering them seemed the obvious thing to do.
( ...there was nothing left about school that could scare her any more. )"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Coraline Jones_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Coraline Jones_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Coraline Jones_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Coraline Jones_"
ugly-old-hat.livejournal.comThe Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.
On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.
The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.
This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.
In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.
Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?
Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?
Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.
Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.
Including Kojiro, perhaps ...
(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))
On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.
The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.
This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.
In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.
Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?
Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?
Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.
Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.
Including Kojiro, perhaps ...
(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))
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angelicbadboy.livejournal.com((First cut leads to an explanation on where Brice and Lola were and why Mel is in the dark about it (WARNING: very lengthy), and the other is an invite to go say hi to the pondering angel boy. =) ))
( I had all of these minstrels bring me roses, strike up the band / Everything revolves ‘round you, babe / Try to understand it / ‘Bout the way that I been loving you, baby / That ain’t nothing like I, like I love you now )
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Brice sat leaning against a tree by the lake, enjoying some of the last sunshine of the summer. Twoey was off somewhere chasing sparrows, and he could hear her happy yapping somewhere in the back of his mind, but his thoughts were focused on something entirely different. They were on the small velvet box resting in his hands. He’d already opened and closed it several times, just to make sure the ring was still there. It always was, but he kept checking, nervously, as if he expected some nasty imp or whatever sneak up and snatch it from him.
So, how was one to go about actually asking? He’d already pictured several extravagant proposals, ranging from spelling it out in seashells on the beach (Mel’s favourite place) to taking her on a hot-air balloon ride and pop the question while they were looking out on the world she had just helped saving, but they seemed... big. And sure, it was a big deal, but at the same time he didn’t want to make it huge. Like he’d told Lola, it wasn’t a real proposal. Just a... question. A promise that he’d like to make that kind of commitment to her, some day, when they were less young and stupid. He didn’t want to make it more than that. The last time he’d asked her, as a last resort, to try and make things better when he messed up, she’d panicked and looked like she wanted to run away. Like a trapped animal. He’d rather not go through that again. So it had to be... calming.
Brice sighed and closed the box again. He turned it over in his hands, looked over the lake, and wondered on just how out of his depth he actually was.
( I had all of these minstrels bring me roses, strike up the band / Everything revolves ‘round you, babe / Try to understand it / ‘Bout the way that I been loving you, baby / That ain’t nothing like I, like I love you now )Brice sat leaning against a tree by the lake, enjoying some of the last sunshine of the summer. Twoey was off somewhere chasing sparrows, and he could hear her happy yapping somewhere in the back of his mind, but his thoughts were focused on something entirely different. They were on the small velvet box resting in his hands. He’d already opened and closed it several times, just to make sure the ring was still there. It always was, but he kept checking, nervously, as if he expected some nasty imp or whatever sneak up and snatch it from him.
So, how was one to go about actually asking? He’d already pictured several extravagant proposals, ranging from spelling it out in seashells on the beach (Mel’s favourite place) to taking her on a hot-air balloon ride and pop the question while they were looking out on the world she had just helped saving, but they seemed... big. And sure, it was a big deal, but at the same time he didn’t want to make it huge. Like he’d told Lola, it wasn’t a real proposal. Just a... question. A promise that he’d like to make that kind of commitment to her, some day, when they were less young and stupid. He didn’t want to make it more than that. The last time he’d asked her, as a last resort, to try and make things better when he messed up, she’d panicked and looked like she wanted to run away. Like a trapped animal. He’d rather not go through that again. So it had to be... calming.
Brice sighed and closed the box again. He turned it over in his hands, looked over the lake, and wondered on just how out of his depth he actually was.
open RP: the unpopcorning of Simon Tam
Aug. 18th, 2008 10:58 pmsuperfraternal.livejournal.comThere were a few things about Simon Tam that other people probably didn't get -- other people, with the exception of his sister, who was always an exception to every rule. (Being an exception to every rule only cemented her conviction that rules were made to be broken, Simon suspected; and he wasn't exactly fighting that, was he? Now he was breaking all the rules too. For her.)
( But the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind / But it's right, 'cause chaos is yours and it's mine / And chaos is luck, and luck love, and love blind )
This was the Simon Tam who'd gone to sleep one night (was it night? In the black, it was always night) in his bunk on Serenity. This was the Simon Tam who woke up, still in the middle of that timeless night, still in his pajamas (soft grey trousers, no shirt).
Only he was sitting on the floor now, and it wasn't the same floor. It was a stone floor.
Also, he was covered in something slick. Oil? He reached up to feel his head, to make sure he wasn't bleeding from the scalp or anything, half-expecting to find some kind of cranial trauma. His hair was clotted with the grease, sticking up in clumps. It didn't smell like engine grease.
It smelled ... like ... popcorn?
( But the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind / But it's right, 'cause chaos is yours and it's mine / And chaos is luck, and luck love, and love blind )This was the Simon Tam who'd gone to sleep one night (was it night? In the black, it was always night) in his bunk on Serenity. This was the Simon Tam who woke up, still in the middle of that timeless night, still in his pajamas (soft grey trousers, no shirt).
Only he was sitting on the floor now, and it wasn't the same floor. It was a stone floor.
Also, he was covered in something slick. Oil? He reached up to feel his head, to make sure he wasn't bleeding from the scalp or anything, half-expecting to find some kind of cranial trauma. His hair was clotted with the grease, sticking up in clumps. It didn't smell like engine grease.
It smelled ... like ... popcorn?
Open Rp: Hallways: Killing Time
Jul. 20th, 2008 02:01 amijk-mno.livejournal.comL is, of all things, in the hallway counting paces. What it is, is that he's discovered a few of the structural oddities of Hogwarts. Magical architecture has it's quirks, and he's collecting a private list of rooms that shouldn't be there, for amusement's sake.
Which means pacing up and down the hallways, measuring steps and counting under his breath.
Why yes, he is short on case work. Why do you ask?
Which means pacing up and down the hallways, measuring steps and counting under his breath.
Why yes, he is short on case work. Why do you ask?
Owl to 'Permanent' Rose Casson
Jul. 11th, 2008 05:18 ammello-n-choco.livejournal.comThe bird is laden with a short note and a cocoa container filled with chalk tied to a small box. The note reads: Rose, promised I'd get this back to you. Mello
On climbing walls...((open RP, grounds))
Jul. 8th, 2008 02:15 pmmello-n-choco.livejournal.comSo, the weather's decent, sun shining, things that might be birds singing. Not a bad day.
And, I'm sick of the library. I have been in there more than enough. I need another hobby. I don't feel like going anywhere particularly.
I wonder, how scalable are the walls? Is there magic that would make it more difficult? I decide to walk around the castle, seeing what I can, maybe planning a climb if it looks fun enough.
((OOC: Near/Mello thread skirts NSFW by way of inuendo))
And, I'm sick of the library. I have been in there more than enough. I need another hobby. I don't feel like going anywhere particularly.
I wonder, how scalable are the walls? Is there magic that would make it more difficult? I decide to walk around the castle, seeing what I can, maybe planning a climb if it looks fun enough.
((OOC: Near/Mello thread skirts NSFW by way of inuendo))
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Open RP-The unpopping of Ryuk
May. 29th, 2008 02:02 pmringo-raver.livejournal.com(Permission has been given by all the muns currently here for DN.)
The shinigami king had made mention of 'pockets', places where no matter how many times a name was written, a person in that pocket wouldn't die. Something about defying something or another, he didn't really pay attention.
The only reason Ryuk thought of this is now he's IN one of those pockets (what Hogwarts regards as the no-kill rule), covered in butter and not entirely sure why or how he came here. And he dropped his apple, big tragedy there.
"You."
Ryuk turned around and saw Soichiro Yagami standing there, glaring.
"Oh, hey. Didn't expect to see you here."
"You killed my son."
Ryuk looked a little surprised. Huh. He knew about that? Maybe the pockets were an afterlife on Earth then. Now he wished he paid more attention. And if Soichiro knew that...
"You can't say he didn't deserve it. He was Kira."
"Even so....Levicorpus!"
And Ryuk hung upside down, the apple he was getting just out of reach. He hung there while Soichiro walked away.
"That went well."
((AND MY UNHOLY TRINITY IS COMPLETE! MUWAHAHAHAA!))
The shinigami king had made mention of 'pockets', places where no matter how many times a name was written, a person in that pocket wouldn't die. Something about defying something or another, he didn't really pay attention.
The only reason Ryuk thought of this is now he's IN one of those pockets (what Hogwarts regards as the no-kill rule), covered in butter and not entirely sure why or how he came here. And he dropped his apple, big tragedy there.
"You."
Ryuk turned around and saw Soichiro Yagami standing there, glaring.
"Oh, hey. Didn't expect to see you here."
"You killed my son."
Ryuk looked a little surprised. Huh. He knew about that? Maybe the pockets were an afterlife on Earth then. Now he wished he paid more attention. And if Soichiro knew that...
"You can't say he didn't deserve it. He was Kira."
"Even so....Levicorpus!"
And Ryuk hung upside down, the apple he was getting just out of reach. He hung there while Soichiro walked away.
"That went well."
((AND MY UNHOLY TRINITY IS COMPLETE! MUWAHAHAHAA!))
Ancient Runes class is held
Mar. 21st, 2008 10:00 pmcallmewednesday.livejournal.comMr. Wednesday knows full well that the kind of magic he does is a magic that can't be taught. There will be no field trip to Mimir's Well at the base of Yggdrasill. For one thing, few students are likely to sign a waiver stating they forfeit an eye or a limb or some other body part for the sake of wisdom. Nor does Wednesday believe that the Wizarding Examinations Authority would approve the task of hanging on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, even if the students could survive it (the no-kill rule being no help with the World Tree located off Hogwarts grounds, naturally).
The kind of magic Wednesday does is a magic he alone can use to its fullest extent.
Nonetheless, he can share with them some basic facts. He can show them the letter-forms, teach them to carve and to color the letters known in his own language as secret. He can teach them the names of the letters.
It'll be a little like kindergarten.
( ~Now I know my F-U-THs! Tell me what you think of me!~ )
There is a stack of parchment and a pile of spare quills as well as some pots of ink on the table at the head of the classroom. It seems Wednesday felt his students might not remember to bring their own.
"You may begin your communal efforts." Wednesday almost smirks when he says it. The idea of groupwork amuses him.
(( OOC: First off, the link to the PBS site contains a script that, if you plug in a name, will generate that name in runes. Easy. Just remember to disable NoScript if you have that Firefox plug-in, or it won't work. ;) Second, those of you with characters who'd ICly read Wednesday's optional article on runic magic may consider the character to have read it without having OOCly done so. Third, if you have any questions OOCly, feel free to ping me; if you have questions ICly, please note in the subject line of your comment that you'd like Wednesday to answer. Otherwise I'll assume you're playing amongst yourselves.
The characters who signed up for Runes are listed here, but characters who didn't sign up are still welcome to attend.))
The kind of magic Wednesday does is a magic he alone can use to its fullest extent.
Nonetheless, he can share with them some basic facts. He can show them the letter-forms, teach them to carve and to color the letters known in his own language as secret. He can teach them the names of the letters.
It'll be a little like kindergarten.
( ~Now I know my F-U-THs! Tell me what you think of me!~ )There is a stack of parchment and a pile of spare quills as well as some pots of ink on the table at the head of the classroom. It seems Wednesday felt his students might not remember to bring their own.
"You may begin your communal efforts." Wednesday almost smirks when he says it. The idea of groupwork amuses him.
(( OOC: First off, the link to the PBS site contains a script that, if you plug in a name, will generate that name in runes. Easy. Just remember to disable NoScript if you have that Firefox plug-in, or it won't work. ;) Second, those of you with characters who'd ICly read Wednesday's optional article on runic magic may consider the character to have read it without having OOCly done so. Third, if you have any questions OOCly, feel free to ping me; if you have questions ICly, please note in the subject line of your comment that you'd like Wednesday to answer. Otherwise I'll assume you're playing amongst yourselves.
The characters who signed up for Runes are listed here, but characters who didn't sign up are still welcome to attend.))
sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com((OOC: later in the series...he's been to Earth once already))
Gwendal looked around the room. His fingers twitched nervously, his thumbs rubbing against his index fingers. How had he gotten separated from the rest. They were supposed to be going to the Maoh's home...to the place he called Earth. This didn't look like the place they'd been before. He glances around and sees a table with a quill. Being familiar with paperwork, he walked over.
( And, somehow, he is not surprised to be able to read the questions. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Gwendal von Voltaire______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Gwendal von Voltaire______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Gwendal von Voltaire______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Gwendal von Voltaire_______"
Gwendal looked around the room. His fingers twitched nervously, his thumbs rubbing against his index fingers. How had he gotten separated from the rest. They were supposed to be going to the Maoh's home...to the place he called Earth. This didn't look like the place they'd been before. He glances around and sees a table with a quill. Being familiar with paperwork, he walked over.
( And, somehow, he is not surprised to be able to read the questions. )"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Gwendal von Voltaire______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Gwendal von Voltaire______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Gwendal von Voltaire______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Gwendal von Voltaire_______"
mysticpearls.livejournal.com((Pearl is from the Nintendo DS game series. She is taken from right after Phoenix Wright: Justice For All but before Trials and Tribulations since the mun figures she won't finish the third game before the spring semester starts. Permission has been obtained from Phoenix-mun, of course.))
March 24, 2018
3:30 PM
Gatewater Hotel Courtyard... or is it?
A large blue ball bounces into the Sorting Room. It's just a child's ball, really - the only distinctive feature is the Steel Samurai logo on it. But the small pink blur running in after it is not just a small pink blur. Which becomes obvious when the ball bounces off the leg of the desk of applications and rolls to a stop.
It is, in fact, a small girl, who freezes the second she picks up the ball and notices her surroundings. This is obviously not where she meant to be. "Hello?" she asks, tentatively. "Mystic Maya? Mr. Nick?" The Dictaquill jumps up at her voice. Noticing the movement, she clambers onto the chair and peers at the application on the desk, laboriously trying to piece out all the words.
Fortunately, in her case, the questions are read aloud. Otherwise she'd be at it for a very long time.
( Where did everybody go? )
I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Pearl
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Pearl
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Pearl
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Pearl
March 24, 2018
3:30 PM
Gatewater Hotel Courtyard... or is it?
A large blue ball bounces into the Sorting Room. It's just a child's ball, really - the only distinctive feature is the Steel Samurai logo on it. But the small pink blur running in after it is not just a small pink blur. Which becomes obvious when the ball bounces off the leg of the desk of applications and rolls to a stop.
It is, in fact, a small girl, who freezes the second she picks up the ball and notices her surroundings. This is obviously not where she meant to be. "Hello?" she asks, tentatively. "Mystic Maya? Mr. Nick?" The Dictaquill jumps up at her voice. Noticing the movement, she clambers onto the chair and peers at the application on the desk, laboriously trying to piece out all the words.
Fortunately, in her case, the questions are read aloud. Otherwise she'd be at it for a very long time.
( Where did everybody go? )I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. PearlI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. PearlI agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Pearl
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Pearl
Matilda Wormwood, Roald Dahl’s "Matilda"
Nov. 23rd, 2007 07:04 pmmisswellread.livejournal.com((This is a mix between book!Matilda and movie!Matilda (also known as British!Matilda and American!Matilda) though I am mostly going with the first. She’s taken from the start of the book where she’s heading for her first day at school, thus, she doesn’t know that she’s telekinetic.))
A little girl, certainly no more than six years old if that, appeared in the Sorting Room, and her mouth dropped open instantly. Then she turned slowly, and looked at the solid stonewall directly behind her. She had come through that? Strange. This was like in a book...
Matilda turned back around, hoisted her school bag up on her shoulders, and padded into the room, her trainers thudding slightly against the stone floor. Unlike many children in her situation, she didn’t start crying and look for her mother, but merely looked around until her eyes landed on a pile of application forms. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach one, but she read it with surprising ease for such a young girl. Then she smiled a little.
This was... a school, apparently. It was not the school she was meant to start attending today, that she was quite certain of, but it was a school. She’d been looking forward to starting school so much! And this seemed very interesting, and quite unlike what she'd heard about Crunchem Hall.
The girl saw the DictaQuill and grabbed it at first, writing her name very neatly at the top of her application. Her letters were childishly loopy, but there were no typos, nor did she accidentally turn a letter upside-down. Matilda was very careful about things like that. Typos were something that didn’t exist in her world.
Once she started answering the questions, the Quill struggled out of her grasp, and Matilda was so intrigued by this that she forgot to write anything herself.
( Elucidate... Means to make something clear, I think. )
Then she sat down again with the book on her knee. After a while she got a fresh sheet of paper, positioned the DictaQuill over it, and began saying random words, for the sheer joy in seeing them being written down. She got quite engulfed by her game, and barely looked up.
"I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____MW_______
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MW_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___MW________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____MW________"
A little girl, certainly no more than six years old if that, appeared in the Sorting Room, and her mouth dropped open instantly. Then she turned slowly, and looked at the solid stonewall directly behind her. She had come through that? Strange. This was like in a book...
Matilda turned back around, hoisted her school bag up on her shoulders, and padded into the room, her trainers thudding slightly against the stone floor. Unlike many children in her situation, she didn’t start crying and look for her mother, but merely looked around until her eyes landed on a pile of application forms. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach one, but she read it with surprising ease for such a young girl. Then she smiled a little.
This was... a school, apparently. It was not the school she was meant to start attending today, that she was quite certain of, but it was a school. She’d been looking forward to starting school so much! And this seemed very interesting, and quite unlike what she'd heard about Crunchem Hall.
The girl saw the DictaQuill and grabbed it at first, writing her name very neatly at the top of her application. Her letters were childishly loopy, but there were no typos, nor did she accidentally turn a letter upside-down. Matilda was very careful about things like that. Typos were something that didn’t exist in her world.
Once she started answering the questions, the Quill struggled out of her grasp, and Matilda was so intrigued by this that she forgot to write anything herself.
( Elucidate... Means to make something clear, I think. )Then she sat down again with the book on her knee. After a while she got a fresh sheet of paper, positioned the DictaQuill over it, and began saying random words, for the sheer joy in seeing them being written down. She got quite engulfed by her game, and barely looked up.
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____MW_______I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MW_______.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___MW________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____MW________"
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