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serrulata.livejournal.com

( From Kurama )

To Sokka - A Set of boomerangs.

To Kaga - A sampler of demon-world herbs, with a note: None of them are poisonous, but I can't cook. Let me know if you find fun uses for them.

( From Zack )

( From River )

( From Matt )

( From Eleven )

( From Brendan (Though he's still being sorted, he does take time between 'interrogations' to scribble up a few gifts) )

papayagami.livejournal.com

How are you three holding up?

If any of you need someone to talk to, I'll listen.

Soichiro Yagami

getoffmydesk.livejournal.com

"Goddamnit, Flynn!" Provenza yelled as he hit the floor, soggy and sticky. He wasn't sure what he was yelling at Flynn for. Well, yelling at Flynn usually solved something, but in this case, Provenza was pretty sure the other detective hadn't been involved.

Hiding a dead body to go to a baseball game? Flynn.

Dropping a casket and finding two dead bodies in it? Flynn.

A cross-country RV trip with a convict and the boss? Flynn.

Stone walls and butter? Not Flynn.

The air around the old man was turning distinctly blue as Provenza started swearing as he wandered off toward whatever hell the house he was in to go and take a shower.

((Unpopping approved by Brenda Johnson-mun.))

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

Kusuriyuri seldom gave away any trace of excitement. He was calm, collected, his expression a near impenetrable mask of calm. Unless you look closer. Then you can see he has a cutting wit and an active sense of humor.

He also loves kittens and plants.

Today was a very good day for gardening. Ryuzaki, L, had said he would join later. Kusuriyuri was very privately of the opinion that L did not wish to clear the land before the plants could be put in. But, that didn't matter. He enjoyed the feel of the earth under his fingers, the metal of the tools, the wood of the plants, the water that nourished them and the fire of the sun that helped them grow. Very seldom did one get to actively work with all five elements.

And kittens.

A said he planned on bringing the kittens. Kusuriyuri was rather amused at the idea and looking forward to it.

The sun was just barely starting to pink the sky when he tapped on A's door five times.

ijk-mno.livejournal.com

One of the resident detectives is sitting in the great hall, adding sugar to his tea. Two, three, four cubes.

There is no maiming, bloodshed, or rage here. Everything is perfectly calm, and all conversation will be absolutely reasonable, and about nothing more serious than the weather or politics, or the fact that the house elves still unnerve him.

Five, six, seven cubes of sugar, and counting. And it's not even that he's stopped paying attention to what he's doing, though that's true too.

degeneratewolfe.livejournal.com

Valentine had hoped to be holding a class before now, but there had been a few hang-ups in tracking down and negotiating the purchase of a particular vine that he plans to need beforehand. He's been assured that his supply is on the way, though.

In celebration, and to familiarize himself with the students (and conversely them with him; he has no wish to be complained at when people didn't know what to expect from a class that he, Golgotha's most renowned drug addict, would be teaching) he sends his house elf out to post signs all around the school proclaiming office hours down in his office in the dungeon.

He sets out a pot of tea and a plate of baked goods as he waits. It may be wise for visitors to avoid both.

((Reasons why it's bad to eat or drink anything left out by Valentine: he drugs food for his amusement. If anyone decides to have any, resulting behavior is up to the mun!))

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: "Marijuana," Brujeria

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

So, Matt set up the time and L said he wanted to spar before hand. Fine with me. I was curious as to which of us was better, anyways. I mean, it went without saying I was better than Matt and Near because they didn't really practice before, but between L and me I wanted to know which of us was better.

He'd arranged with me to arrive early at the dojo I'd manage to find. A and Kusuriyuri would be with him. I just hoped his trained monkey didn't hex me while we practiced. Last thing I wanted was outside interference when such an important question was on the line.

Though it'd been a couple of days and I'd gotten both Near and Matt up to something that might be called a self-defense level mostly by beating them up for a couple of hours and then throwing hexes at each other, I was still edgy. There were some lines that just should never be crossed.

Threatening my best friend was one of those lines. By extension, he'd also threatened my lover because he's gone after L.

So, now, I'm warming up, dressed in the loose clothing I wore as a kid at Wammy's because it was easier to practice in than leather.

kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com

Tamaki had missed his birthday! Finding himself in a strange castle covered in butter had confused his time perception, a little; he hadn't even realised it was April.

However, he'd found his way to the local village and bought himself several boxes of chocolate, most of which he'd eaten in a fit of dramatic self-pity. No one had contacted him! Not Kyouya, or his precious Haruhi, or the twins or Honey or Mori. He'd waited in vain for the Ootori private police to storm the castle and bring him back to Ouran, where he'd be greeted by hundreds of squealing fangirls desperate to see his beautiful face once more.

(The disturbing thing is that he has genuine reason to believe this would happen.)

But dramatic fits of self-pity are wasted when there's no one to watch them, and he doesn't have Honey-sempai's ability to consume vast amounts of sugar. So he leaves the last box on a table in the Great Hall, for whoever would like some.

((OOC: This is a chocolate plot! If your character takes a chocolate, they will experience some bizarre magical side-effect that you decide. They may find themselves gender-swapped, turned into children, able to communicate only in song, bright purple, or some outlandish combination of all the above. The sky's your limit!))

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Application for Pokkuru (HunterxHunter)

Pokkuru, upon arriving in the sorting room, had absolutely no idea how to react. He was thankful for having regained his clothes. And, of course, escaping the lair of a chimera ant queen was always a plus. But, no matter what the reason, it is more than a little disconcerting to go from being chopped up by a pig-like creature wielding a butcher knife to alive and well inside a stone room. Nevertheless, it seems there is paperwork to do for this unexpected resurection, and, after using Gyo to make sure there are no nen traps around, he decides to do it.

( Read more... )

Current Mood: confused

papayagami.livejournal.com

How Attempted gave Soichiro the slip he'll never know.

And Hogwarts was a big place, and he wasn't quite up to searching it for either of them.

So he went back to Gryffindor to send an owl. Okay, his furby delivered it, but it's an owl.

( Owl to L )

methleigh.livejournal.com

The Unpopcorning of Severus Snape
approved by the mods, etc.

He was coiled small, his knees pressed to his forehead, his forearms pressed close to the outsides of his calves. It must be so. How else could he be so compact, so dense? It was dark. It was silent, and the only difference was an occasional disorienting tumbling when some small earthquake rolled him over and over down a very rocky hill. He didn't understand why he couldn't put out a hand or foot to stop himself on these occasions. And sometimes he detected from the force of gravity that he was upside-down and he wondered why the blood did not rush to his head.

It was always as if he had just curled up, but time must have passed because he noted events - the variations of sudden rolling, the occasional temperature changes. Could it be a petrification spell? But that would not have rendered him blind, or deaf. What was it? Sometimes he tried to puzzle it out, to count occasions of movement, but he lost track, conciousness, concentration. That was not like him at all, and he wondered at himself. It must be a curse, but there was no pain.
( cut for length )

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Corridors Outside the Popcorn Room

ijk-mno.livejournal.com

While the classes he has attended so far have been most fascinating, L feels the best way to get up to speed with the curriculum is to sit and read, and practice as many spells as he feasibly can. Some are not an option; he is not going to light fires in the Ravenclaw Common Room, but he's perfectly happy to work on transforming his (now empty) teacup into various things, and making them float around a little.

He has, in one of the open books, a list of a few nastier curses he's been saving for A, as he comes across them. Although he doesn't really have any idea how to practice those. No one is likely to volunteer to be a guinea pig for a jelly-legs jinx cast by a slightly unstable individual who just got his wand a few days ago.

400-years-young.livejournal.com

The dog entered the Sorting Room first, followed by a leash, followed by a tall man in a black coat being dragged behind. "Six, knock it off!" the man said, with an accent somewhere between Noo Yawk and European. He let the leash slide from his hand and the dog took off to sniff out the corners off the room.

John Amsterdam was familiar with many different styles of architecture, but his specialty was in high-rises, not castles. He was also pretty sure that the neighborhood he'd just been end did not end with a dark stony room. Was this a hallucination? A trick?

The walls felt real enough. The door into the room felt real, and also felt very, very locked. It didn't move an inch when he rattled the handles. John eyed the crack between the doors, but he couldn't see a latch or a bolt where he might be able to slide a credit card through. It wasn't bolted into the floor, either. He checked.

There was a table and chair in the center of the room. He grabbed the chair to use as a makeshift ladder when he noticed the quill on the table. Swan feather, definitely. That must have been expensive. He'd always used goose feathers.

((If you've seen the commercials, this application is spoiler-free.))

( Not everyone could afford swan feathers, you know. )

((The pilot episode is free on iTunes right now.))

fm-elric.livejournal.com

Finally Ed had found a way back from whence he came and it couldn't have come at a better time. He'd heard strange and ugly rumors from the house elves as of late, rumors that said it was definitely time to go.

As he and Winry packed their things, Ed could only think of how nice it would be to go somewhere where people didn't look at you oddly when you said you were an alchemist, and more importantly, where he had some fucking money and not a bag of marshmallows at the end of the month. They couldn't stay there forever, after all- he and Winry did want kids afterall and Hogwarts was hardly the place to raise them.

After much needling by Winry, he did tell Al he could bring his new boyfriend (Roxas) home with them.

And so he (and oddly enough, a hoarde of completely irrelated people as well) left Hogwarts for good.

((Posted with permission of Winry/L/Roxas-mun, of course))

Meanwhile...

Light wondered why L was dragging him so vehemently down the corridor to the popcorn room. "Why are we going there?," he asked repeatedly, only to be answered with a curt, "Because it is the way back home, apparently."

Light also wondered if the radio broadcast a few days earlier (L seemed to recognize the voices, oddly enough) was why the older man had been so shirty lately. When asked about that L could only manage to look vaguely disgusted and glare at Light in response.

"...Wait, so why are we going home?," Light asked.

"...Because we are the only sane ones left," L answered swiftly, "And I intend to get out before that changes."

((It's been fun, guys, but I'm headed for less cracky grounds! Consider my chars popped.))

horribleposture.livejournal.com

( There was an 84% chance that he was not in Japan anymore. )

Current Location: popcorn room

harper-true.livejournal.com

A quick check with the house elves, before Menolly sat down to write her letters and she soon learned that Master Lupin of Transfiguration was locked in study. Young Ruzika hadn't been seen in a while, and neither had Master Godric of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Master Grant of Magical Creatures had been unavailable for quite some time, which was why she was taking it upon herself to start the lecture on her own. Still she'd made a list during her sorting and she'd write to those originally on it as well as to those she'd added since.

James Potter, Stephen Maturin, Jack Harkness, Rose, Godric of Gryffindor, Nanny Nutter, Remus Lupin, Ruzika
( Fire-lizard Mail )

old-sluggy.livejournal.com

( Owl to Tom Riddle )

( Owl to Little Tom Riddle and the Sorting Hat )

( Owl to Jonathan Teatime )

( Owl to Ryuuji )

( Owl to Albus Dumbledore )

( Owl to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy )

( Owl to Ryuuzaki )

( Owl to Ichiro Mihara )

( Owl to Salazar Slytherin )

( Owl to Fenrir Greyback )

( Owl to Eros )

( OOC: For those who are joining the Slug Club and for those who want to join, but weren't invited yet )

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Entries tagged with ryuuzaki

The Giftening!

Owl to Mello, Near, and L

Unpopping of Provenza: Open RP

Earth and wood and water and metal and fire ((closed RP A, Kusuriyuri, L))

Open RP: Guilty? Moi?

Open RP: Potions office hours!

On Sparta! ((closed RP for Mello, L, A, Kusuriyuri, Near, Matt))

Open RP: Chocolate plot!

Application

Owl to L

Severus Snape POPs! Open RP.

Open Rp: Practice makes Perfect

Application for John Amsterdam: New Amsterdam

Going Home

Open RP: The unpopcorning of Ryuuzaki (otherwise known as L)

Owls: Fire-lizard Class

Slug Club Invitation Owls