Application for Tylendel Frelennye from Magic's Price
((Tylendel Frelennye from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books. This is set after his very dramatic suicide, following the death of his twin brother and Companion (magical talking horse). He is now revived, confused, and blocking out all the Very Bad Things that led up to his death.
I have permission to apply from the other Valdemar mun.))
It was very dark for a moment or two, and Tylendel's head had gone from splitting headache to sudden, deathly calm. He couldn't really put his finger on why - the fragmented memories of the past few hours were indistinct - but he felt... very lonely. Like a good friend had just left him behind. Like the first time he had been too far away from Staven to feel their mutual link.
And Gala... where was Gala? Why did it hurt to think about that?
Nevermind, his head was too foggy, and he was in an unfamiliar room. He noticed the desk, and the upright quill, and immediately went to it, being the most prominent figure in the room.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Whatever's available, I guess," he chuckled wearily "I'll eat about anything. Why would a quill need to know that, though?"
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He glared, his eyes grown dark and angry. "Whichever one of them is more likely to be working for that bastard, Evin Leshara." Goddess, that was a nasty thought. Coupled with a sudden, horrible fear for Staven that he had to force away. What was wrong with him?
3. What time is it where you are?
"Uh, evening, or thereabouts." He looked around, there were no windows that he could see, but his last, fractured memories were very dark, so he guessed evening.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
"None of them. I have Van, somewhere. He's all I need," he sighed whistfully, a distracted smile on his face. He could still feel Vanyel, vaguely, but it was... fractured. Unsteady. Not at all like usual. Had something happened?
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"The Companion's Bell," he said, rolling his eyes a little. What a silly question.
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"They allow that here?!" His eyes widened in shock, and surprise gave way to elation. If Vanyel was here, if Van knew... he caught himself, he had to remember to answer the questions.
"I suppose whoever he loves more, or is lifebonded with, if that's the case."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
He laughed, brushing off the question. "Savil used to say the same thing! Ah, I supposed things like that often build up. If it's not one thing, it's another."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
"I'm a Herald-Trainee," he began, still that niggling litte uncertainty.. where was Gala? Shouldn't she be closeby? He had never been so far from her that they couldn't mindspeak... "I'm a good mage, I've had weapons training and I'm not bad with academics or riding. I'd be good in a fight, if nothing else."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
He hemmed a little at that, he didn't have anything with him but for his trainee grays... He stopped. His trainee grays were, inexplicably, white.
What in all the hells?
"Er, I don't have much with me to offer... I can help anyone who's struggling with their studies; I'm a good tutor. And I'm sure I could help with basic magical practices..." He trailed off, examining his white uniform, mystified.
I have permission to apply from the other Valdemar mun.))
It was very dark for a moment or two, and Tylendel's head had gone from splitting headache to sudden, deathly calm. He couldn't really put his finger on why - the fragmented memories of the past few hours were indistinct - but he felt... very lonely. Like a good friend had just left him behind. Like the first time he had been too far away from Staven to feel their mutual link.
And Gala... where was Gala? Why did it hurt to think about that?
Nevermind, his head was too foggy, and he was in an unfamiliar room. He noticed the desk, and the upright quill, and immediately went to it, being the most prominent figure in the room.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Whatever's available, I guess," he chuckled wearily "I'll eat about anything. Why would a quill need to know that, though?"
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He glared, his eyes grown dark and angry. "Whichever one of them is more likely to be working for that bastard, Evin Leshara." Goddess, that was a nasty thought. Coupled with a sudden, horrible fear for Staven that he had to force away. What was wrong with him?
3. What time is it where you are?
"Uh, evening, or thereabouts." He looked around, there were no windows that he could see, but his last, fractured memories were very dark, so he guessed evening.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
"None of them. I have Van, somewhere. He's all I need," he sighed whistfully, a distracted smile on his face. He could still feel Vanyel, vaguely, but it was... fractured. Unsteady. Not at all like usual. Had something happened?
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"The Companion's Bell," he said, rolling his eyes a little. What a silly question.
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"They allow that here?!" His eyes widened in shock, and surprise gave way to elation. If Vanyel was here, if Van knew... he caught himself, he had to remember to answer the questions.
"I suppose whoever he loves more, or is lifebonded with, if that's the case."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
He laughed, brushing off the question. "Savil used to say the same thing! Ah, I supposed things like that often build up. If it's not one thing, it's another."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
"I'm a Herald-Trainee," he began, still that niggling litte uncertainty.. where was Gala? Shouldn't she be closeby? He had never been so far from her that they couldn't mindspeak... "I'm a good mage, I've had weapons training and I'm not bad with academics or riding. I'd be good in a fight, if nothing else."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
He hemmed a little at that, he didn't have anything with him but for his trainee grays... He stopped. His trainee grays were, inexplicably, white.
What in all the hells?
"Er, I don't have much with me to offer... I can help anyone who's struggling with their studies; I'm a good tutor. And I'm sure I could help with basic magical practices..." He trailed off, examining his white uniform, mystified.