PREFERENCES
• SCHOOLING If you went to Hogwarts, what house are you? If you're post-school and went somewhere else, which school did you go to?
• JOB If you're out of school, what's your job! Quidditch player, Ministry work? Let everyone know!
• ERA When are you from? The 1920s? Marauders era? Harry's era? The third generation? Some other year? Timing is everything!
• BLOOD STATUS N...No one cares about this anymore, right? Are you a Muggle, a Squib, Muggle-born? Half-blood? Pure-blood?
• BEING TYPE (If applicable) If you're a non-human or something else, what are you? People should probably know.
• LOCATION The States? The UK? Where you at?
• OPTIONAL Things that can be nice but not necessary are wand, patronus, animagus form, so on. If you already know them you can work them into your scene but if not, no worries! It probably won't come up.
SCENARIOS
1. GOTTA GET BACK TO SCHOOL You're a student at Hogwarts! ... Or another school! Go to class, have a food fight in the Great Hall, get detention, go wild! Don't get expelled from Durmstrang!
2. TAKE MY FIREBOLT GONNA TAKE TO THE SKY It's time for a Quidditch match! Whether you're playing for the house cup or the world cup, it's bound to be a good time unless you get hit in the face with a Bludger.
3. BACK TO WITCHES AND WIZARDS AND MAGICAL BEASTS You're a Muggle-born! Or a Squib in a magical family! Or a sibling of a Muggle-born! Are you leaving your family to go back to school? Are your siblings leaving you?
4. THIS YEAR I PLAN TO STUDY A LOT You're a TEACHER at Hogwarts. As faculty, it's your job to make sure these kids don't get into too much trouble while you're trying to teach them. Good luck, and go ahead and take away some house points. We know you want to.
5. I'LL HAVE THE GREATEST WIZARD CAREER You've graduated and you need a job! Are you a Ministry intern? Something a little higher up? How about an Auror or a healer at St. Mungo's? Infiltrating MACUSA to further your evil agenda?
6. VOLDEMORT IS GOING DOWN An obligatory war option. Depending on your era, maybe you're up against Grindelwald! You might have to fight Voldemort! Hell, depending on circumstances, you may have to fight a new dark force entirely!!
7. CAN'T WE JUST BE DEATH EATERS Seriously, you're tired of playing goodie-two-shoes. It's time to wreck things and ruin people's days. Maybe try to be not so OPENLY crazy wizard racist so you don't get caught, though. Or do and have some kind of redemption arc.
8. I COULD BE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE GRANGER A shipping option! Is it puppy love? Soul mates? Are you in love with a Muggle? A Muggle in love with a wizard?
9. HAND ME A GLASS LET THE BUTTERBEER FLOW You need to go shopping! Or drinking. Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Hogsmeade trips... Find anything and everything you want. If you go to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, make sure you don't get busted by a teacher with your goodies. If you're in New York, bring by some of that swanky jewelry or grab a pastry.
8. SNAKES AND GOBLINS AND WEREWOLVES Sooo you're some kind of being! A Centaur, a Merperson, a Werewolf, a Vampire... What's life like for you? Eat any kids lately? Ha ha, just kidding!
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun! |
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dousing) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
bakerstreet2017-03-02 07:14 pm
no subject
where did he even come from who knows]
no subject
(Most.)
They sit quietly most of the time in between missions: it's the way they are. They've gotten closer in the last months though in a way they can't quantify and don't speak about. They only have each other, here. It means they sit nearer one another in their silence though, almost but not quite touching.
Both of them are often strange about touch.
They share a flat out of practicality and a lack of need for anything opulent: there's a sitting room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and two bare-bones bedrooms. Instead of sitting on opposite ends of the sofa tonight in their down time they're sat close, shoulders barely touching. Neither of them has said anything in probably an hour. They just exist. ]
no subject
Whatever works.
It's par for the course for them, saying only what's necessary, and the way their relationship is changing (the way they're changing) doesn't fall into that category. But at least in the privacy of his heavily Occluded mind, he won't lie; whatever this is, it's comforting. The things they have to do to ensure their positions, to continue to pass needed information along to the Order, are goddamned horrifying, and they don't have the luxury of wavering in the moment. There's no time to debate if peace is worth this cost.
Neither of them try to press the other to talk about it. It works. Just existing in the same space works enough for them. For now.
To say that it hasn't been an easy few days would imply that there are easy days, and that's entirely false. The only thing that's even remotely "easy" now is this.
He still doesn't say anything yet, but he shifts enough on the couch that it's more than just barely a touch. Existing a little closer, if Wufei doesn't pull away.
If he does, Trowa will let it go.]
no subject
Still, he's thoughtful and quiet for a moment.
Wufei's always been louder, more aggressive, more forceful, though it manifests far less often when it's just them. After another long time just sitting and being, he turns toward the other man. ]
Trowa.
[ Just that. Just the one word and then his wand hand is grasping the side of Trowa's neck and kissing him. It's not gentle, but it's not aggressive either. It just is, the way Wufei is.
They know each other well enough to know that if this goes sideways they can carry on as usual. ]
no subject
They both get strange about touch sometimes.
This is fine, though, this feels like where they've been heading. He presses into it, for now not quite matching Wufei's forcefulness. He can, probably will later, but for now it's fine like this, his hand resting on the other man's shoulder. Neither of them could be called gentle, really, but this also isn't a fight.]
no subject
There's a moment where he pulls back slightly but he doesn't do anything so needlessly romantic as urge their foreheads together or look into his eyes for a long time - he just kisses him again after a breath and that's that.
He feels a prickle at his left arm but it's so light and so vague he almost thinks he's imagining it. If it gets worse, they'll know. For now, well, here is fine. ]
no subject
Overly romantic gestures don't suit them, but there's affection here. A hint of a smile crosses his lips as they pull back from the kisses.
And then the prickle from earlier becomes the familiar burn of a summoning. Immediately Trowa can tell that this is a rage, not a victory, not a simple exchange of information and orders... The Dark Lord is furious.
It bodes poorly. They need to get their masks and go or it'll only be worse. His anger being directed at his followers isn't always because they caused it, but they'd be foolish to rule out the possibility.]
no subject
He waits for Trowa to be ready too, standing still as stone. Wufei doesn't make some grand gesture or so much as say anything affectionate. No, he simply looks at Trowa with dark eyes that feel like they can bore through someone.
They'll Apparate at the same time as always, and linger at the edges of the group, also as always. There are plenty of others already there and the Dark Lord is saying something about traitors.
Wufei doesn't so much as flinch, but he wonders. Most of their peers are also furious, looking around and casting aspersions on people they might suspect.
Unless knowledge is being kept from them as well, they're the only spies in the room. ]
no subject
They knew every step of the way, the mission comes first. Above everything.
Talk of traitors isn't promising, of course, but it's war. Spies are to be expected. It doesn't necessarily mean they've been caught, and acting like it does would only damn them more.
As accusations fly, Trowa continues to watch the Dark Lord. He's the only one that must be convinced, after all.
The room falls silent as soon as he makes to speak, and he calls Trowa forward.
There are any number of ways this could go, and the longer it takes to figure out which, the less time he has to come up with a plan. The Dark Lord enjoys testing his follower's resolves, setting them against each other for his approval. Trowa's being singled out practically guarantees that at least one of the two of them has been caught out, though, unless he just had the most unfortunate luck of catching the Dark Lord's attention this particular night.
The Dark Lord asks if he would like an opportunity to prove his dedication. It's not really a question, of course, because "no" is not an option, but not for the reason the man assumes.
When Trowa gives his affirmative, the Dark Lord goes on to explain that Trowa has been neglectful in his duties, having been unable to sniff out the traitor under his very own roof. It's only fitting that he be the one to take care of "the issue".
Well, now they know where they stand.]
no subject
There's a long and drawn out silence after the accusation. Wufei feels cold but not frightened. He's compartmentalized.
No one has rushed to grab him because he hasn't moved; they're waiting to see what he's going to do. He has a couple of options, as he sees it. He could easily cast the blame on Trowa if he really tried: it would tip things in his favor because of their blood statuses. That isn't what he's going to do, however. He knows better. He could claim innocence, beg, plead, but he isn't going to do that either. It doesn't suit him and it would be more suspicious than anything else.
No, he knows what he's going to do.
There's a flurry of movement as he pulls out his wand and casts the first curse. It strikes the Death Eater nearest him and knocks him off his feet; he manages to take out two more before he's restrained and his wand is taken from him. He could easily break free and get out - many of these people are amateurs compared to them - but he lets himself be dragged bodily in front of the Dark Lord and Trowa. His mask has been ripped from him and he's shoved down into a kneeling position, arms bound with magic behind his back so he's left staring up at them both, dark eyes sharp and emotionless.
Long and spindly fingers curl over Trowa's shoulders and he leans closer like he's going to whisper, but his voice is at a normal level. If Trowa is to prove his loyalty, he needs to kill Wufei. Wufei, who he's lived with, Wufei, who he needs to show he wasn't harboring.
But he doesn't want it to be clean.
Wufei laughs from his position on the floor, hoarse and sharp and unrepentant as his head tips forward.
So this is it. The mission comes first. ]
no subject
He doesn't remove his mask, but his expression beneath it is just as blank as he stares down at Wufei.]
Crucio.
[He doesn't feel the hate necessary for it to be as strong as other's but the intent to be convincing is enough that it definitely works. There's no faking a Cruciatus.
He dispels it with a disinterested flick, grabbing Wufei by the hair and dragging him back up from the floor, the tip of his wand pressed to the man's throat.
This time, the spell that leaves his lips isn't the one he's casting. It's a hell of a trick, a massive gamble, but there is no other choice.]
Bombarda.
[The actual casting is two separate spells. One to Apparate Wufei to an Order safehouse, a messy and imprecise process given how this isn't at all your average Apparation technique, and a second spell to mask the sound and sight with something more fitting.
Wufei will be splinched, Trowa's actually counting on that to make it more believable, but he's also counting on someone who knows their situation to be there and able to get him proper healing.
They'd gone into this knowing full well they might very well have to kill each other. This isn't much better, gambling with Wufei's life like this, but he knows he'll understand. If he survives, he'll understand.
The Dark Lord doesn't want it clean, then he'll get a bloody mess.]
Yew Geneolgia | Bravely Second
I'm good with whatever era c: )
gellert grindelwald. hp/fbawtft.
would you like to meet the young dark wizard gellert grindelwald? the older dark wizard gellert grindelwald? the world is your oyster here.
your character could go to durmstrang with him, or meet him somewhere (likely outside the uk - other parts of europe and the united states are both open game), or work for him during his war, or fight against him during his war, w h a t e v e r .
i'm open to almost anything, so feel free! ]
John Constantine | DC/Vertigo
- muggleborn Slytherin and therefore super unpopular with everyone
- student just prior to Marauders era (Sept 1963-Jun 1970)
- did lots of archaic dark magic
- after leaving school fucked off really far from the rest of magical Britain to con people and faff about in dark arts
- highly skeptical and bitter about wizard society in general and trusts the Ministry even less than the Muggle government
- approached by both Death Eaters and Order to join, told both where to stick it
- got worn down enough (aka blackmailed) by Dumbledore to teach Defense
- Is basically a walking cautionary tale against doing black magic, and maybe the amount of curses on his bloodline will cancel out the curse on the job? He will probably burn down half the school before it even becomes an issue.
- can see the heck outta some Thestrals
- tag me with whatever! ]
no subject
gm ]Minoru - OC - OTA
Jughead Jones | Riverdale
Wednesday Addams
Susan Sto Helit
Taylor Aldrich | Lovecraftian OC
Quatre Raberba Winner | Gundam Wing
Castmates are always love <3]
Duo
no subject
no subject
Duo laughed to himself softly as he tightened some screws in a half pulled apart watch. He really did live his job, getting to fix all the muggle trinkets and whozits that came into the shop. He could fix just about anything from cars to blenders to toilets. Fixing muggle artifacts and the like really gave him a lot of joy in a world full of magic. "It's all about the simple things in life" he thought to himself as he set the watch down. Duo looked over at the time and raised his eyebrows. It was already almost closing time. Duo stretched his hands up into the sky and started to clean up the mess he had in his desk.
[and warning, I haven't RP'd in awhile. Just getting back into it so if I suck I apologize just tell me HEYYYY. You suck lol]
no subject
Quatre had known Duo for sometime. Acquaintances at first, but they had morphed into friends. He stepped into the shop just as he knew the other man was set to close up shop. He looked at the trinkets and bobs that decorated the front of the shop. It really did show his friend's personality.
no subject
Duo stopped putting things away as he heard the creak of the front door opening. "Hmmm...last minute customer, well, no problem! I wonder what they've brought in. I'll have to put off going to the Leaky Cauldron but my drink can wait, I suppose," he thought to himself as he set his things down and stepped out of his office. Duo looked around. He didn't see anyone and scratched the back of his head. "Hello?" he called out. He turned to the left and ran right into someone. "Oooffff!-Quatre? Sorry about that!" and held up his hands in apology.
Scorpius Malfoy | HP nextgen
kitty pryde | x-men: evolution/mcu | ota
Root √ Person of Interest
Or, alternatively, post-Hogwarts: she's a former Unspeakable (Department of Mysteries worker) who became a Hogwarts teacher after a weird incident that left her deaf in her right ear. She now teaches Arithmancy and Advanced Arithmancy Studies, and has the tendency to speak to herself as if an invisible voice is whispering into her right ear. Just don't be late to Ms. Groves' class and you'll get along fine.]
Spawn || Spawn
Ethan Winters l Resident Evil 7 l OTA
Currently in his seventh year, but open to post-Hogwarts shenanigans.)
Vesper Lynd | James Bond: Casino Royale