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
didn't you learn anything from me all those years ago
Date: 2013-12-10 07:59 pm (UTC)[Mirsam snaps it out, not unkindly--just desperate, just the sound of someone working really hard to keep this bookshelf up and do not cock it up, Merlin, do not cock this up for her, Edgeworth-- but at least Mildred isn't going to be crushed to death now--]
Stay there, and help me--we can push it back up from here if we do it together, don't go-- moving around--
God it was so many years ago
Date: 2013-12-10 08:39 pm (UTC)[Mildred realizes - or...not realizes, thinks, because surely this isn't the case - that Mirsam is so snappish and frantic out of...concern for her. Perhaps? Not that Mirsam is anything like a sadist, not that she's cruel or likes seeing people hurt, but nor is she really the kind of person who'll shout at you to keep you from injuring yourself. Right? She's one of those sorts who just dances through life, who doesn't have any concern for anything...
Save that she's clearly concerned right now. Save that she's clearly desperate right now. And it's not just to keep a bookcase from clattering over and making some noise.]
All - all right -
[She stammers out, and self-consciously takes in a breath before raising her wand and casting another spell. This one has the right angle; she's less stunned and less out of breath, and so this is a good strong spell. This is enough to right it, gently rocking it back upright.]
right?? sort of scary.
Date: 2013-12-11 05:57 pm (UTC)Once it's back in place, Mirsam drops her arms with a sigh. And she knows she has to fill a silence that's going to be awkward, so she's quick to look around at Edgeworth--]
Merlin, but you're thick, I thought you were meant to be clever.
I miss us back then. So young...
Date: 2013-12-12 02:50 am (UTC)[She's stung by that. Any awkwardness is gone at once, because her reaction is immediate and loud and quite outraged; awkwardness is automatically obliterated in the face of such full-throated squawking.]
You just didn't make your plan clear!
the wee baby hope
Date: 2013-12-12 06:36 pm (UTC)[She arches her eyebrows at Edgeworth, distinctly unimpressed.]
Or if you'd learn to read body language. Or move faster. Just don't ever take up quidditch, all right, or it'll be a solid losing streak. Once you got it together you did all right, but, Merlin.
Excuse me you were more of a baby by far
Date: 2013-12-12 07:18 pm (UTC)[She hunches down a bit further, her face reddening. There's really...nothing that she can say to make it less pathetic, and so even though she tries, all she can mutter is:]
Well...thank you...for...helping.
excuse ME you're younger than me....
Date: 2013-12-12 11:00 pm (UTC)Yeah. Well. Wasn't going to just stand here and watch you be crushed by the bookshelf. What the hell good would that do?
Years-wise, maybe.
Date: 2013-12-13 03:43 pm (UTC)Yeah, well. It's...It still deserves thanks. And so I'm giving you thanks.
what does that mean
Date: 2013-12-13 11:08 pm (UTC)[She folds her arms over her chest, glaring down at her feet as well. After a moment:]
Are you going to Hogsmeade, next weekend.
that age ain't nothin but a number, but also the opposite of that because it's a state of mind
Date: 2013-12-14 12:07 am (UTC)[Edgeworth had started to retreat, hurt by that harsh rebuff of the thanks, but that question - stiff and unpleasant and crabby - throws her off-guard.]
I...Hogsmeade weekends are when the castle is quiet. I always stay behind to study.
it's too early for me to comprehend that
Date: 2013-12-14 12:24 pm (UTC)I'm not even surprised. Never, you never go?
I'm saying you're young at heart
Date: 2013-12-14 02:23 pm (UTC)I haven't yet.
[For more reason than just studying. Hogsmeade is a place of commerce; she has to save what she has for her robes, her books, and everything else. But she's not about to talk about all that; I study would be reason enough regardless of her financial status, and it will suffice.]
Why?
plays frank sinatra for you also i hope your loins were girded well!
Date: 2013-12-30 08:14 pm (UTC)No-- hang on. You've seriously never gone. Not even in third year? Once?
So girded that you'd think they were bridges
Date: 2013-12-31 05:00 am (UTC)No. Not even in third year. I'm hardly alone in that, I'm certain.
or girdles
Date: 2013-12-31 10:21 pm (UTC)Unbelievable. That's-- right.
[And here's a moment of resolution, because this is something important--]
Right. We're changing that.
or garbles
Date: 2014-01-01 04:57 am (UTC)[Mildred stares at Mirsam like she's said something shocking - which is perhaps a slight overreaction. It is not a shocking thing, but it's surprising, and a bit confusing. Why Black would care - ]
I...That's...Why? Is it truly something of significance I'm missing?
grables
Date: 2014-01-01 11:31 pm (UTC)[She stares at Mildred Edgeworth--who she has never particularly liked or disliked. She has generally never felt very much for Mildred Edgeworth at all, honestly. A prefect. A Ravenclaw. No one she really knows. But this is-- unthinkable. This is never having been to Hogsmeade. Who the hell doesn't go to Hogsmeade? Hogsmeade is one of the best bloody places on earth.]
You're missing out on Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade! The Three Broomsticks, Zonko's--there's bookstores, I'll bet you're mad for bookstores--
clark gable
Date: 2014-01-02 02:04 am (UTC)I'm mad for libraries. Not bookstores.
clark kent
Date: 2014-01-02 12:33 pm (UTC)[She huffs that one, rolls her eyes--but she's not thrown off so easily; a second later and she's narrowed her eyes at Mildred again.]
I mean it. You're coming.
lois lane
Date: 2014-01-02 02:54 pm (UTC)[Her hand comes up to the neck of her robes to fiddle, nervously and self-consciously, with them.]
I do not have anything I need. The point of shopping is only ever to buy necessities, is it not?
lois lowry
Date: 2014-01-02 05:24 pm (UTC)[She raises her eyebrows.]
Wow. Are you actually a ninety-year-old? Edgeworth, the point of shopping is only ever to spend money, who cares how you're doing it or why-- come on! You've never just bought something for the hell of it?
nigella lawson
Date: 2014-01-02 05:36 pm (UTC)[That's accompanied by a frown. And she's not precisely happy revealing this much, but she does allow:]
Buying something for the hell of it would mean deviating from my budget. I keep a very strict budget.
lucy lawless
Date: 2014-01-02 06:02 pm (UTC)[She isn't sorry. And this conversation is basically over. Mirsam knows now what to do with Mildred Edgeworth. She pushes her hands in her pockets, totally self-assured with this, and briskly goes on.]
So, next weekend, then? In Hogsmeade. I have some thing to do before I start guiding you around.
lucy pevensie
Date: 2014-01-03 06:06 pm (UTC)[For some reason, the logical, reasonable, intelligent thing to do - lie about the fact that she's busy then - does not occur to Mildred. Instead, she says, for some bizarre reason - ]
I - could do that, yes, but...
[And then, like this is going to work - ]
I quite doubt that you should like to spend such time on such an endeavor -
aslaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
Date: 2014-01-03 08:14 pm (UTC)[Dismissively, she tosses her hair.]
Edgeworth? Shut up. I'll see you Saturday. Three Broomsticks, it's easy to find, but don't get lost because I don't actually want to wander around looking for you.
I KNOW HIM also aggressive timeskip, who needs them saying goodbye, right
From:timeskips are my bread and butter
From:mmmmm bread and butter
From:i want some fresh bread maybe i will make some. churn some butter.
From:man I actually sort of enjoy churning butter no lie
From:you would, ya quaker
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