When Roy Mustang found himself in a small room with nothing but a desk and chair, and what appeared to be paperwork littered across the top of the desk, he didn't let it bother him too much. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he wasn't one to worry.

( Of course there would be more paperwork )

[[OOC: permission from the resident L and Light have both been granted.

Soichiro is taken from when he died, which is five years after L and Light were taken from. He is not aware of this yet, but when he is, he'll try to keep as much from them as possible.

Soichiro also still has his shinigami eyes, meaning he will be able to see a person's true ( Read more... )

Dear Gustav,

I must apologize for the grave mistake I made the other day. I hadn't meant to bring up your history with the hokuten so callously like that, and I would be glad to make it up to you somehow. Perhaps we could go for a round at the local pub? I'd be glad to pay, and I have a few more questions I would like to ask you about my brother ( Read more... )

((Open RP - feel free to run into Indy ( Read more... )

"Urgh ( Read more... )

Former legionary Titus Pullo, current captain of the Aventine collegium, stumbled out of his bed and into his clothes. A big man wearing the tunic of a commoner and soldier's caligae, he blearily made his way to the kitchen for breakfast, only to find that he was suddenly in a room that looked nothing like the wood and stone of his apartment on ( Read more... )

((Littlefinger's motives for coming to Hogwarts stolen from Camilla. Thanks!))

A short man with grey-green eyes and a goatee strolled leisurely through the Great Hall to the head table. His elegant silk blue cloak with its silver mockingbird clasp was caked with mud, but he was smiling. "I should really have a talk with that Thoros," he drawled. " ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the Sorting Room, a man materialized and promptly completed a face-first fall to the floor. Several minutes passed before he picked himself up, blinking and clutching a sword in one hand. His other hand went to the tear on the front of his bloodstained shirt; astute observers might notice the matching tear through the back of his shirt ( Read more... )