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misterbliss.livejournal.com

((OOC: Mr. Bliss is taken from the events before his death, during the Battle of Aranmore Farm. This includes his appearances up until the climax of Skulduggery Pleasant: The Faceless Ones (b3). A warning for the possibility of spoilers. Pleasant muns approved.))

He had a huge, intimidating figure and personally known for three main aspects; firstly: His calmness in the face of change; which proved itself now as he surveyed the stone room with his pale eyes. Secondly - and perhaps even thirdly - his political mind and deceptive nature; aspects that also didn't go astray with his sister, China Sorrows, who was the reason for his getting mixed up in all this. Mr. Bliss was a tall man, 6'7'', with broad shoulders and a shaved head, clothed in a fine navy blue suit. His gaze was always a cutting one, an unnerving characteristic. While his sister was the cunning fox, he was the focused hound. She normally found herself cornered by the snake in some predicament - it was his job as the eldest to protect her - putting aside, of course, the multiple times they'd tried to kill each other in the past, with no avail.

He looked down at what he'd been spirited in front of; a desk. On the desk was a roll of parchment, a quill accompanied by its ink well, and by the quill was a white card, bent so it peaked on the desktop. Embossed on it was: Mr. Bliss, in Edwardian Script. He picked it up and read it. It was detailed instructions on how to answer the questionnaire, or rather, the 'Application'. Noting that the quill would react to his voice. He didn't frown, glare or scowl. He didn't even talk. He just took his seat.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

witchthaegan.livejournal.com

((OOC: Application has become NSFW. Heavy-duty smut inside.))

A storm was brewing over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was dark grey, angry and moving in fast. Blue lightning coursed through the cumulus. As the mass grew closer to the Hogwarts construct, the thunder clouds were reflected in the stained glass windows of the sorting room.

A face formed in the clouds, it glared at the castle and as soon as it appeared, it fell into the makings of the storm. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. From the heart of the storm a burst of golden hot lightning streaked across the grounds of Hogwarts, piercing the window and shattering its glass everywhere. The lightning rushed to meet the flagstone floor of the sorting room. House elves dived out the way as it crashed down, breaking the floor apart and sending brick, sand and debris into the air, to rain down on the scattering elves.

When the smoke dispersed a shapely figure stood in the crater. The storm outside started, the rain being brought into the sorting room by the harsh winds. The house elves picked themselves up off the floor, staring wide-eyed at the figure that caused half the destruction of the sorting room. The woman known as Sorceress Thaegan stepped out of the crevice, her black dress meeting the floor in inky tendrils of fabric. Her silver mane moved eerily as she stared down at the ugly creatures. Her skin was as green as glass, a reflection of her shielding spell that encased her form.

One brave house elf ran up to confront her. He poked a stringy finger at her and cursed her destructive entrance. Thaegan glared down at him, barring her fang-like canines in a snarl. She hiked her dress up and kicked the house elf in the chest, sending it sprawling.

Sorceress Thaegan prowled to the desk that held her application form, the house elves parted in her wake, some scurrying away. She smelt the stench of white magic in the castle, a source for the sealing of the large doors. It reminded her of the house she had trapped those three monstrous children in; the same sort of design was involved. She came to stand over the application, the quill quivered under her reproachful glower. She read.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

gdcallbabydoll.livejournal.com

_{((Hit Girl is taken from the end of the Kick-Ass movie, please expect super spoilers, extremely foul language, and violence without much provocation. All attacks will be mun-approved, please specify if you want her to bring the hurt.))}
( Big Daddy would be proud. )

masteroftitans.livejournal.com

((WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Spartacus: Blood and Sand, season 1.))

A middle-aged man of unimpressive stature, dressed in the garments of a successful Roman and drenched in blood, appeared on the floor of the Sorting Room. After a moment, he stood up, looking around. There was supposed to be a river. And a ferryman. And a three-headed dog. But, there wasn't. There was only a strange room, without a trace of sand or blood anywhere. Except on his garments, which were drenched in it. His hand sought his neck as he took in his surroundings, lingering there a moment, and he frowned.

( Read more... )

shito-is-a-kun.livejournal.com

((OOC: Taken from the end of the anime series, tons of spoilers and some speculation as the mun is still reading the manga which may or may not fill in the speculation later, depending on how it affects things [the mun has seen the anime more than 6 times already, but the manga is still being released in English]. In canon, he can only be a certain distance away from Akatsuki Chika [mentioned later] for a particular amount of time or his right hand will rot off. The mun is going with something about Hogwarts will prevent this for the convenience of playing him without a Chika. And, with the Japanese convention, Shito is his given name.))

What happens when a corpse becomes pregnant and gives birth? What would she give birth to? After seven years, another corpse, but since it has been born, it must live.

A cursed life, a cursed existence, a perfect monster.

Less than a year ago, that existence took a turn. In a fatal accident for all but two, dubbed by the news media as A-kun and B-kun because of their ages, Tachibana Shito's fate became entangled with a Ferryman named Bekkou and the headstrong Akatsuki Chika, B-kun. In a contract to preserve their lives, the both agreed to a life loan, a Zombie Loan, with a contract term of one year. To repay it, they had to catch illegal zombies, those who did not have such a contract, and send them on to the next world before the Reaper caught both them and their prey. To those able to see it, a black ring circled their necks, marking for the Reaper where his scythe could cut.

They had, however, done a favor for the Reaper and now had one less thing to watch for over their shoulders. But, there were still zombies to catch. Zombies that ran from them. Running made his socks slouch down. He hated that more than anything. He'd paused to pull up his socks, looking up to call after Akatsuki and Kita, but they weren't there. The city wasn't there. What was there shouldn't have been there.

He found himself in a room with stone walls. He'd been what passed as alive for a very long time and had never seen anything like this. He finished adjusting his socks and stood, looking around the room. To one side, a table with some papers on it, a feather hovering over them. There were doors, closed. Frowning, he walked over to them, trying them. They wouldn't rattle. As far as he could tell, they were merely pictures of doors on a wall. But to what purpose?

But, then, what purpose did people have for wanting to defy death? Did there have to be one?

He hated being locked in, but at least this time he wasn't handcuffed to a bed. He continued around the room, examining for anything. If he arrived, there must be a way to leave. Because of that contract, he couldn't be far away from that pest Akatsuki for long. He rubbed his right wrist, but it didn't feel wrong. The handcuff bracelet was there. He shoved it back up his arm, under his sleeve.

He continued to the stack of papers on the table. Maybe a clue would be there.
( Useless. )

I have read the

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

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

chinasorrows.livejournal.com

((OOC: In the Skulduggery Pleasant canon, when a person first sees China Sorrows, they fall instantly in love. The ability isn't gender bias, it will affect men and women equally. In addition, within the canon, is the susceptibility to control somone once their name is known. These abilities may or may not affect the characters at Hogwarts if that is the mun's preference. If you think it will be fun to play into it, e.g. to let a character fall for China, then you'll need to let me know through OOC or pm. For more information on China, check her user profile. Her mun.))

China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.

China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.

At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

ugly-imp.livejournal.com

Tyrion had posted signes all over the Slytherin common room announcing prefect hours. The signs also included a crudely drawn map that led to an empty classroom, the door to which now sported a sign reading SLYTHERIN PREFECT'S OFFICE.

Tyrion sat behind the teacher's desk, swinging his feet impatiently as he waited to see who would turn up and what they'd be interested in discussing. He had no idea what people might want to talk about. He'd also brought a hip flask along, and he now took a swig from it. Ahh, much better. Now he felt prepared to handle the tired, huddled masses of Slytherin students.

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Location: an empty classroom

ostianespionage.livejournal.com

*Matthew sits in the Slytherin common room, staring blankly up at the ceiling.*

( When I look to the sky, something tells me you're here with me... )

((OOC: Matthew may not want it, but he needs someone to bring him out of himself. He's got the wrong personality for protracted introspection.))

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Location: Slytherin Common Room
Current Music: "When I Look to the Sky" Train

assassin-ofdoom.livejournal.com

Just being sorted, Jaffar decided to look around the Slytherin common room to see if he could find Matthew. Or anyone for that matter.

"Anyone there?"

sbisawesome.livejournal.com

Strong Bad had owled the Slytherin prefects more than once. He was sick and tired of hearing about how the Ravenclaw bar was such a happening place. In Free Country USA, you didn't need anything fancy like a bar, or Feegles, or whatever those Ravenclaws had going on over there. A good sturdy Stick was gathering place enough!

But nooooo, Hogwarts people needed razzle-dazzle, something more snazzy than a mere Stick or even a No Loafing sign. Strong Bad was fed up. It was time to take action.

It was time to turn the Slytherin common room into the place to be. For party peoples. Party peoples in the place to be.

It was time ... for Club Technochocolate: The Next Generation.

He had paint. Lots of paint. What else could you need?

butlertron.livejournal.com

The time has come for the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch Match. Mr Butlertron is waiting on the pitch, perched on his new robot legs and carrying a broom in one hand and the box of Quidditch balls in the other.

He waits as the students file into the spectator stands and announces the teams as they enter the playing pitch.

((ooc: the rules we're playing by are here. Email notification is turned off, so feel free to rp playing, watching and commentating as much as you like. Have fun, go mad.

I'll start a special thread where players can comment with their die roll results, please keep this ooc and just die rolls (so we know who's winning). You can describe your moves in different threads in as great detail as you wish.

Info on dice rolls here.

Finally, sorry this took so long to happen!))

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Location: Quidditch pitch

dice-addict.livejournal.com

A very panicked Ryuuji, having just read Mr. Butlertron's announcement, stuck up the following notice in the Slytherin common room, enchanted to glow brightly.

HELP! SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH PLAYERS NEEDED!

Our last roster is as follows, all popcorned people struck-through:

Seeker: Tom/Nagini.
Chasers: Steerpike, Cthulhu, Yuffie.
Beaters: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape.
Keeper: Esmeralda Weatherwax/Stewie.
Captain: Lucius Malfoy.

Does anyone else see the problem here?!

SIGN UP to play on the House team for the sake of fun, sports, glory and not having your Prefect hunt you down in the hallways and try to get you to sign up. Please.

Positions needed: KEEPER. Also, the Slytherin team has jetboots donated by Trevor so even if you're a nervous flier, don't worry about it. You won't fall.

Ancalagon-sama, you mentioned being interested in playing on the team before. Does that still apply?

Current roster:

Seeker: Voldemort.
Chasers: Strong Bad, Yuffie, Godzilla.
Beaters: Domino, Kisame-san.
Keeper: ~~Ron.~~ Oliver Wood.
Captain: Voldemort.

Current Mood: shocked

butlertron.livejournal.com

*Mr Butlertron puts up posters all around school, he is striding around on the new robotic legs that Lain made for him, and looks very pleased with himself indeed*

QUIDDITCH!

This Saturday there will be a Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch Match. Quidditch captains, please ensure that you have an entire team and that none of your players are popcorn, as popcorn cannot ride a broom effectively.

Remember a Quidditch team is made up of:
one keeper
three chasers
two beaters
one seeker

If you have any problems or questions regarding Quidditch, please let me know by writing on this poster.

Mr Butlertron, Quidditch Coach and Head of Hufflepuff.

( Read more... )

Current Mood: excited

oth-peyton.livejournal.com

Peyton was so happy Brooke was here. Not only was her best friend back, but she had brought alcohol. Peyton eyed over Brooke sitting beside her and smiled to herself. The two girls couldn't be more opposite, but that's why they were best friends; they always interested each other. 'So Bitch, how's Tree Hill? How are you!?' She was clearly so excited to see her.

noone-likes-meg.livejournal.com

After her sorting, Meg took the two bags of stuff she brought with her over to Slytherin with the assistance of a friendly house-elf. Little did Meg know the little bastard wen through her bag, taking her makeup to play with later. Sitting down in the Common room, she decided to wait for someone to find out about her quarters and the like. To pass the time, she picked up a book someone had left on the table entitled 'A History of Hogwarts' and started to read.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Location: Slytherin common room

anthony-crowley.livejournal.com

Slytherins,

We need another prefect, since we've only got one. If you want to nominate yourself, put your name on the list and we'll go through the ridiculous mud-wrestling farce. Applicants should be mature, generally available, comfortable in a leadership role, ~~have a bare minimum of personal dramas~~, and responsible.

In the meantime, if anyone needs to talk or whatever with an authority figure, I'll be in my office.

-Professor Crowley
Slytherin Head of House

ginevram.livejournal.com

( The Wedding Planners )

i-wuv-pink.livejournal.com

( Lana is in the House )

Current Mood: indescribable

dice-addict.livejournal.com

Hey everyone!

I know you've all gotten used to seeing me swagger around the common room as the sole Slytherin Prefect but you know what? We're meant to have two. And even though I'm not a Ravenclaw, I think that I can count to two. Or rather, fail to count to two since there's only me. Popcorned Prefects don't count. (Insert moment of silence here for our lost Prefect, Shan Pu.)

In other words, Slytherin needs a second Prefect. Have lots of free time, good grades, the ability to take care of yourself and other students, decent people skills and want to represent Slytherin? Volunteer via a comment.

And since we are Slytherins after all, other motivations offered is that you get bigger quarters, access to certain restricted areas, and have the ability to take/confer points. As well as authority over other students in all Houses, not just Slytherin.

If we have more than one person who wants to be the secondary Slytherin Prefect, then we'll hold elections, just like we did to fill up the original two slots.

Edit:

Currently in the running are:

Dr. House
Yuffie
Caesar of Rome.
Damien Thorn.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: Slytherin Common Room.
Current Music: Gravity - Dresden Dolls

lebellatrix.livejournal.com

Bellatrix comes in with her trunks, having found kreacher shortly after her sorting. He obligingly carries her things up to her dorm, where she spends some time unpacking, before returning to the common room. She curls into her old favourite chair, like a remembered friend, then starts writing letters. After sending them out the window with her pet raven, she returns to the chair and waits to see who's around.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: The fire crackling