Codex sat outside, for safety's sake. She was learning a new spell. So, yeah, safety was needed ( Read more... )

((Veronica is taken from after the Independent ending, companion quest finished on the Causeless Rebel path, and the Dead Money DLC completed. Potential spoilers accordingly. I haven't RPed here in ages, please tell me if I'm botching something))The woman entering the Sorting Room in what looked like a brown potato sack with a hood on top might be ( Read more... )

Stepping through a doorway and finding himself somewhere totally unexpected was... well, not entirely outside of his experience. Out of the ordinary, maybe, but not his ordinary ( Read more... )

((Maxim has a very thick Eastern European derived accent- I apologize if it gets confusing. Maxim is a 'Jägermonster' - they doesn't really have any special 'powers' persay, but have superhuman strength and resiliency as well as highly enhanced senses of smell (and hearing in Maxim's case). His right arm is mechanical, but, doesn't appear to be ' ( Read more... )

why am I doing this?[[Taken post-credits. Yes. He does speak in capslock ( Read more... )

Cards from Codex to:

( Francium. )

On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items ( Read more... )

He's never been very good at taking advice. Even from the people he'd grown close to, even from Kusuriyuri, he's just never been able to take someone else giving him pointers, no matter how necessary, on how he might make his life a little bit easier ( Read more... )

Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter ( Read more... )

((OOC: With permission from China mun - me.))

A man with long greasy black hair found himself in the Sorting Room. The great doors were closed behind him, and some feet away a lone desk with stationary upon it rested, undisturbed. He took measured steps forward, as if assessing the firmness of the stone, should the flagstones disappear from under ( Read more... )