Howl (Howell) Jenkins, Howl's Moving Castle ( Book )

[wicked_howell]

A well dressed young man walked into the room. He did not seem unsettled or confused to find himself in this place. In fact he seamed quite comfortable and aloof. He was dressed in an elaborate silver and blue suit, lace and embroidery in abundance. He could have just stepped out of an eighteenth century romance

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[gourmetchairman]

"I prefer hard cheeses, but you, sir, are evading the question."

[wicked_howell]

Howl smiled, a polite smile that some might call charming. "But it is a good question, to find out the preferences of others. What type of cheese would you have with a white wine? I hear Smoked Gouda is good."

[gourmetchairman]

"Smoked Gouda could go with a red wine as well. If you're going to have a white wine, Mini Babybel is a good match. Of course," and here the Chairman gave his own maybe-charming smile, "it would help if you named a specific wine."

[wicked_howell]

"How about blackberry?" he replied, though in truth he wasn't much of a wine drinker.

[edomedpeddler]

There were others that arrived after he did. They seemed surprised. This one, however, seemed as if he expected to be somewhere else. Kusuriyuri approached him slowly, watching to see if he would be welcomed or avoided. His geta make a soft clacking noise as he walks and his case jingles slightly, giving anyone enough warning to turn away if they do not wish to speak to him.

((OOC: He is very traditionally Japanese and speaks that way, if you have trouble understanding what is being said, I can 'westernize' it in notes))

[wicked_howell]

Howl turned to the sound of someone approaching. He gave a warm and open smile, the impression of a personable man. "Why hello there."

[edomedpeddler]

Slightly put off by the very effusive greeting, Kusuriyuri bows. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he says quietly. "If I may, you did not seem surprised to be here...?"

[wicked_howell]

He made a small bow, adding a bit of flourish too it. The man had a way of looking like he was putting on a performance rather than doing what he would naturally do.

"It's usually a disadvantage to be surprised. Other then that I am rather familiar with various different types of places," if he meant he was familiar with the place he found himself now, or simply is familiar to unfamiliar surroundings wasn't plain.

[iam_beowulf]

"I AM BEOWULF," bellowed a rather muscular Nordic type, clad in a black Hogwarts robe that hung open to reveal his leather boxer-briefs and some stylish barbarian boots. His Gryffindor school tie he'd knotted about his forehead Rambo-style, its ends dangling free down his broad back. "YOUR ATTIRE IS NOT THAT OF A WARRIOR." Because Beowulf's attire so was the attire of a warrior.

[wicked_howell]

"Well of course it wouldn't be, I'm not a warrior," he spoke as if anyone with good sense wouldn't be one. "I absolutely abhor conflict anyway."

[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf found this admission of cowardice highly shocking. It was one thing to dis a guy like Unferth and tell him he was a complete wuss, Geat-style. It was another thing to have a guy tell you flat-out that he didn't love battle.

Just to make sure he'd heard this correctly -- maybe he still had some water in his ears from his latest lake swim? -- Beowulf asked:

"YOU DO NOT TAKE JOY IN BATTLE?"

[wicked_howell]

Not liking battle wasn't even the half of it, Howl hated all kinds of conflict, and though he was a great coward he felt his dislike for conflict had nothing to do with his fear.

"NO! Why would I? Battle and fighting is unpleasant you can get hurt and it takes so much energy. Even magical battles are too much unless it's the last option," Howl shook his head, a hand delicately at his nose as if the mere concept of going into battle gave him a headache.

[ugly_old_hat]

The Sorting Hat scowled. "The spellcheck function on these Dictaquills must be all off. All right, then, what have you got that a Hat of exceptional style and good taste might desire?"

The Hat was wearing a hugely gaudy rhinestone hatpin. Its style and taste were questionable.

[wicked_howell]

"I am not sure, do hats like the company of fellow hats? I have access to a lovely Sunday hat that has been enchanted," he started of slowly. "Or perhaps you have something on your mind?"

[ugly_old_hat]

This piqued the Hat's interest. "How was the hat enchanted? What does the enchantment do?"

[wicked_howell]

"I know a girl who can talk life into things. She has a tendency to talk to inanimate objects enchanting them with her words and giving them a sort of life. I think one has been made into an event magnet."

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