open rp post
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wunderkind
an open rp post
(it is what it says it is)
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pick a character
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leave me a comment. maybe a scenario, maybe an AU scenario, maybe a picture, maybe a word,
maybe a request to resume old game canon, maybe just a comment.
i don't care. do your worst.
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helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Hunger Games and Christmas. can you combine those into one tag?
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let's get it on
disclaimer: we probably won't get it on
+ there are no promises i will take this seriously
also christmas
Date: 2013-12-03 04:24 am (UTC)you know my weakness also ps remember when you couldn't do Hogwarts AUs
Date: 2013-12-04 06:51 pm (UTC)But if you consider a real and true passion and penchant for Christmas--and the Christmas season and everything contained under the broad and often glittery heading of Christmas--to be a weakness, then Mirsam has a rather large weakness which she does nothing to hide. Which, strangely, some might consider it to be a weakness, especially the way that Mirsam embraces and celebrates it--that is to say, with ever fiber in her being.
Christmas was celebrated, in the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, but it was celebrated with decorum and solemnity and reserved grace, with all the best silverware laid out on heavy damask tablecloths and garland carefully draped above doorways.
And so Mirsam has careened herself in the exact opposite direction of celebration, just as she has in so many other ways. A riot of colour and noise and music and laughter, with holly that is just as likely to attack your head as it is to hang in demure garlands. Skipping around the corridors of Hogwarts shouting out Christmas carols, and enchanting suits of armor to join in the choruses, and basically going around enforcing good cheer on everyone, absolutely everyone.
No one is safe. No room is safe, not even the library, which is where she is today, enchanting a bundle of mistletoe above one of the small doorways in the back. Safe in the stacks from Madam Pince's prying eyes... but that doesn't mean she's being subtle about her work, she's whistling loud enough that anyone could come upon her.]
yes well they kept getting dropped okay
Date: 2013-12-04 07:12 pm (UTC)It is not, as some have said to her, because she hates fun. Fun is, admittedly, largely overrated; of that there is no doubt; it is, after all, simply another name for finding a way to take one's mind off of boredom, when boredom could have been averted by working productively anyway. No; it is because bad things happen around Christmas. The murder rate goes up; so does the suicide rate. Drunk driving increases. Accidents become all the more common. Domestic disputes occur ceaselessly. Christmas is never merry unless you're a criminal glad to have the attention of the police divided so that you can rob or murder.
And yet it gets shoved in her face. Ceaselessly. Ceaselessly. And of all the people proselytizing the power of the holidays, this one - Mirsam Goddamned Black, whistling in the corner of the library - and Mildred will be goddamned if she does not know exactly who is shrilling that grating little tune, she knows the sound of the girl's whistle - is the worst by far. Mirsam is trouble at the best of times, but around the holidays, she turns into a completely different kind of annoyance.
Mildred is trying to read The Development of Magical Theory in the 9th - 12th Centuries. It is very important that she reads it. And so she clears her throat, loudly, trying to get the girl to shut up.]
i will never drop you
Date: 2013-12-05 05:27 pm (UTC)But there's no one around save Mirsam and good old Mildred Edgeworth, who Mirsam doesn't dislike, yet manages to find special pleasure in irritating. There's something about Miss Edgeworth that brings it out in her. She can't help herself.
So when Edgeworth clears her throat, Mirsam only increases the volume of her whistling, like she can't hear herself over all of that noisy throat-clearing and page-turning, and she just has to whistle louder, she hasn't any other choice. She rustles her spare cluster of mistletoe, with great intent, keeping time with her whistling. The mistletoe growls; the mistletoe hovering just above the doorframe growls a reply. Ah, Christmas.]
Because you are LITERALLY the best
Date: 2013-12-05 05:57 pm (UTC)It's not much in Mildred's nature to be passive-aggressive. She'll try to be discreet for a minute or two, but it's not long before she comes out and directly states her point of view. And at this moment, her point of view is this:]
Miss Black, that is intensely annoying. Please stop.
o//u//o gosh o u
Date: 2013-12-05 08:58 pm (UTC)[Mirsam stops whistling--as requested, one might think, but one would have to be unfamiliar with Mirsam to think that she's stopped whistling because Mildred Edgeworth asked her to; Mirsam only does what she wants to do. She stops whistling, but her remark comes as if she's been carrying on a conversation with Mildred, and is picking up right where they left off.
Serenely, she lifts her wand a little, coaxing the floating bit of mistletoe a bit higher.]
Did a Christmas cracker once explode in your face? That wouldn't exactly explain your grudge, but it would put us on the path to explaining it, at least...
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Date: 2013-12-05 09:09 pm (UTC)I don't have a grudge. It is a foolish holiday for foolish people.
[She stands up, finally, and goes around the bookcase to look at Mirsam. And so that Mirsam can see her, face cool, haughty, fully unimpressed, arms crossed.]
Present company not excluded.
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Date: 2013-12-06 02:53 am (UTC)[Mirsam presses her free hand to her chest, vaguely over the area where her heart probably is, and sucks in a single pained breath.]
Was that meant to be an insult, Mil? 'Cos it was really poorly executed. Sorry--and what's wrong with Christmas, exactly? What makes it foolish?
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Date: 2013-12-06 03:12 am (UTC)Aside from the fact that it is passive-aggression crystallized into a single holiday?
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Date: 2013-12-06 07:28 am (UTC)[She outright laughs at that, folding her arms over her chest like she's settling in to have a really good listen.]
You're going to have to explain that one to me. I've always found Christmas to be full of pudding, and good cheer, and mistletoe, and rum punch, and things like that. Passive-aggresion is new, unless you're trying to do a joke about families.
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Date: 2013-12-06 01:37 pm (UTC)I'm sure that you do not engage in any of this, of course, but I've heard plenty of talk of how to extract the best gifts from one's parents. How one can spend the fewest knuts and get the biggest returns.
[Mildred is not actually familiar with Black's own family background; if she focuses hard, she thinks she can recall having heard of the family Black, or something involving Mirsam - but no matter. Anyone this excited about Christmas is inevitably someone who gets generous gifts, because - ]
It's mercenary and manipulative. Simply horrific.
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Date: 2013-12-06 05:36 pm (UTC)There's things she could say, about Christmas gifts, and manipulation. But she doesn't say anything.]
So you're sore 'cos you get crap presents? And that makes you want to go around ruining Christmas for everyone?
[She whistles, low and impressed, through her teeth.]
Wow, Mildred. Well done. Were you made prefect for your maturity, or just because you kissed the right arses? Or was it your good marks and your air of superiority and judgement?
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Date: 2013-12-06 08:36 pm (UTC)Her voice is brittle.]
Well-spotted. I got subpar presents. I reel at your cutting insight.
Keep it down or I'll report you.
[And she intends for that to be the end of it.]
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Date: 2013-12-06 10:38 pm (UTC)Yeah? Join the club, Mil.
[That's for the subpar presents line. She grins, showing her teeth a little. And she's not going to qualify that comparison; she just goes on:]
But you don't see me trying to bring other people down. Maybe you should try being a bit louder to compete, see if that makes you feel any better.
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Date: 2013-12-06 11:42 pm (UTC)Is a response that Mildred doesn't quite understand.
She turns back to the other girl, her eyes narrowed in confusion. Her response to the presents question was so flippant, because it was so wrong, that it's already left her head; she's left utterly lost.]
Join what club? The reporting-you club?
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Date: 2013-12-07 06:38 pm (UTC)[That's the problem with having weak points, you reveal your hand too easily. Mirsam turns away, dismissively, raising her wand again so she can finish fixing the bundle of mistletoe into place.]
D'you know what this is?
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Date: 2013-12-07 07:06 pm (UTC)Mistletoe?
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Date: 2013-12-08 04:27 pm (UTC)Got it in one. Know what we do with mistletoe at Christmas? I'll bet you do know, and you probably hate it, it's too cheerful for you, and invasive of personal space, but I'm going to do you a favor, Edgeworth. I'm going to give you some of this mistletoe, to use as you please.
this seems an awful lot like the set-up for smut
Date: 2013-12-08 05:06 pm (UTC)Unless I can use it to plug my ears so I needn't hear any more of your abominable whistling, I don't think I want any, Black.
uh oh u r on to me........
Date: 2013-12-09 05:58 pm (UTC)[SHE LICKS HER LIPS oh my god this is porn isn't it. No just kidding she just sort of rubs her lips together.]
Dry mouth. Anyways, it's yours. It bites, so be careful.
[She gestures, with her wand, so the mistletoe she was about to hang above the door floats away from it--growling in protest, angry and savage--and then, sharply, Mirsam waves her wand again, and the mistletoe splits in half, with a rustle. Now there are two floating bundles of mistletoe, and two times the growling.]
Here, catch, or else it's just going to fall on you and bite you--
so onto you
Date: 2013-12-09 06:41 pm (UTC)sadly turns off the 70s porn music
Date: 2013-12-09 08:43 pm (UTC)Mirsam is a bit heartless. But she's also not going to let someone actually have their face bitten off by the mistletoe she has bred and enchanted to wreck harm. Light harm, that's what it's meant for. Not dismemberment. So with Mildred distracted by the bookshelf, it's up to Mirsam to save the other girl from the mistletoe--which she does; she sends it careening across the library, where it smacks into a bookshelf and falls to the floor, snarling--
And Mirsam turns, immediately, mistletoe dealt with, to add her strength to keeping the bookshelf up--]
Move--
turns it back on to spite you
Date: 2013-12-09 09:04 pm (UTC)Well, that's unexpected. Mildred is momentarily distracted staring over at Mirsam, because surely if there's anything that the girl would enjoy, it's seeing her not-quite-enemy causing a domino effect of toppling bookshelves. But her distraction lets the bookshelf dangerously sway and dip; she snaps her gaze back towards the bookshelf and strains to pull it back upright.
The thing about these sots of spells is that it's not just a strong spell that you need; you also need to be at the correct angle. So Mildred, sitting on the ground with her legs tangled in her robes and what feels like a spectacular bruise growing on her tailbone, is pretty useless with righting the bookcase. Her spell hits at all the wrong angles. It's really up to Mirsam.]
.....keikaku dori 8*>
Date: 2013-12-09 10:49 pm (UTC)[She growls that out, because come on--]
Do I have to do everything, would you-- move, move your stupid arse, get out of its way--
[If she lets up with the spell, the bookshelf will fall. But she's just doing a sort of modified levitation charm, nothing that will really hold, she needs to do better, but she can't let up--with a growl, Mirsam jumps forward, flicks her wand, once, quickly-- there's a whistle in the air and the spell is released, the bookshelf begins to fall again--
But timing, good timing saves it, at least for now--the released spell gets replaced by a stronger one, by something very like a shield charm--Mirsam, with her arms braced out straight, one hand clutching her wand, the other palm out, like she's holding something back, her heels digging in to the floor--]
Move!
I don't speak Death Noteian
Date: 2013-12-09 11:07 pm (UTC)[And finally, stupidly, she does untangle herself, she does get up. She does shuffle away, wand still pointed, still feeling very much dazed by this turn of events. It's a problem of hers, perhaps - not so skilled at thinking on her feet, a bit better at mulling things over - and that's why it sometimes takes about four repetitions of move to even get her to stand up.
And when she does, she offers, a little breathlessly - ]
Just hold on - I'll get behind it, straighten it up from - from back there -
didn't you learn anything from me all those years ago
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