Application for APOS (Daughters of Mnemosyne)

[mnemosyneeater]

((Though I use 'he' Apos is actually a hermaphrodite. But since he seems to identify and dress like a male, I've decided to use it in narration. His voice, similarly, sounds male.))

A blond haired young man wearing black wandered in through the door of the sorting room, carrying a wicker basket of blue orbs in one hand, and a broad sword in the

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[fr_ickingbig]

Ulk. He spoke like what a monster would say if it could talk, mostly because of the EVIL in some suggestions. The talk about memories intrigued the large silver horse, though. Eating memories? The Periodic had a few memories he'd like to get rid of, naturally. Francium had been around for quite a long time in Science, just like the other Periodics, and with the dangers of his native world, you have to suck it up and forget about certain things. For example, Tungsten. Those wolframs packed a punch.

The horse trotted closer to the...immortal, apparently. "You can eat memories?" Francium asked, his horse mouth quite articulate. He lowered his head to get a better look at Apos.

[mnemosyneeater]

He looked up at the talking horse, his eyebrows rising. Curious. "Female memories. The memories of immortals," he said, leaning back in his hair. He picked up one of the blue orbs in the basket he'd placed on the table. "This is a Time Spore, it holds the memories of one immortal woman's countless lives."

He tipped his head back, stuck out his tongue, and squashed the Spore. Liquid leaked from it, to his tongue, and he shivered and closed his eyes. "Some are better than others."

[fr_ickingbig]

More EVIL and squick. The horse's skin stiffened as he changed to his solid state, so any nervous shivering wouldn't be amplified by a rather fluid body. "Does this mean you only take memories of females, and in doing so, all of them?" Francium wasn't sure how someone could have countless lives, unless they were an Imaginary Number from Methematics or something crazy and exotic like that, but it seemed like Apos took everything.

The large horse didn't know if it was a good thing that he was male, now.

[mnemosyneeater]

He looked at the basket, then up to the horse. "You can think of the Spore as their soul, if you like. Once that it gone, they are dead." In time, the Spores in the basket would regenerate into women, but he usually ate them, or fed them to Yggdrasill before that happened.

Vote: Slytherin

[fr_ickingbig]

So, he just ate a soul.

Slytherin. Or Bitchiwitch. No, the latter was more for meanness, not pure evil. Francium understood the classifications and trends of the houses very well, as he had to understand the tiny intricacies of entire periodic table in Science. Finding patterns is what science, the art, is all about.

"Don't do that here, please, human," the large silver horse requested. He was unaware of Apos's inhumanity, but that didn't stop the Periodic from assigning that label.

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[mnemosyneeater]

He tilted his head. "Despite appearances, I'm not human."

He stood, walked around the edge of the desk and pulled his jacket off, placed it on the table. "I am an immortal angel," he said, as red wings burst from his back, and a red tattoo began to glow on the back of his right hand.

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[fr_ickingbig]

Francium didn't like to deal with monsters, and this guy was essentially an empowered, sentient one. That red glowing mark did not correspond to any element symbol, not even an alchemical one...and the wings hinted at doom. The horse took a step backwards, hoofs making the floor creak.

"I'll have to ask you to not eat souls and such, not here." The horse lowered its head some more.

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[mnemosyneeater]

"And you'll stop me, will you?" he asked, tilting his head.

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[fr_ickingbig]

"Yes." Francium was surprisingly frank about that. No ordinary monster was superior to a Periodic, and the horse would follow Kalium's example. Of course, he wasn't used to being in charge, but that didn't stop him from coralling someone overstepping their moral boundaries.

"My name is Francium." The big black Fr on his side attested to that with a liquid ripple. "If you don't understand why that's important, well..." Ah, crap, he wasn't so good at this.

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[mnemosyneeater]

Apos laughed. He found it amusing.

"Francium?" he asked, his eyes flicking to the symbol. "The element?" Well, how interesting. "I'm curious to see how you plan to stop me."

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[fr_ickingbig]

"I can create large quantities of it. Even a small amount should...erm, discourage you." The horse didn't plan on demonstrating until he really had to, because the sorting room was public. On the other hand, his element decayed mostly as alpha particles, which were very short-range. He slammed one hoof on the ground, to add to his menace.

"By the way...I say you're going into Slytherin. It's where we put the bad guys."

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[mnemosyneeater]

"But not for long," he said, smiling. "I'm immortal," he repeated. "You'll have little luck killing me, or discouraging me. Even if you trampled me. I'd just come back again." Francium looked like a strong horse, and probably would have been quite dangerous were he at all human.

"Amongst my own kind, hm?"

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[fr_ickingbig]

"Don't you get it?" Francium was getting to classify this guy as 'monster' more and more heavily, seeing as how he lacked understanding. "Imagine a small nuclear explosion in the cleft of my hoof. I don't think that even if you are immortal, you'd want to risk that again." Most things are very receptive to the concept of pain. Cancer, mutation, and radiolysis of half the molecules in your body adds to that.

Still, if he could avoid summoning a few lumps of the second rarest element in the world, that would be lovely. "Yes, you all go in the same hole."

Re: Vote: Slytherin

[mnemosyneeater]

Apos only looked amused. "I suppose it would be an interesting sensation to experience. You you go around exploding people all the time Francium?"

He didn't seem all that disturbed by the proclamation that he would be going to Slytherin. He was honestly only curious about it.