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L | Job Swap Room | strider

Their goals were, then, similar and yet very different. Similar in that they both wanted to know people, they both wanted to figure people out. Similar in that for them, people were the main thing. People were the end goal, the theme.
Yet different, because Orpheus sought to touch humanity and make it fair as a whole, and L looked for specific examples of that same unfairness and tried to make them right. Or not right, in most cases, but...well, he tried to restore justice where he could. He knew things were very wrong and he wanted to fix them. He knew that he couldn’t save everyone, so he saved the people he could, and at least brought down the people who had caused the injustice in the first place. Yes, they were similar. They both seemed to have a strong sense of justice, and a strong need to make things better, for humans, in general or specifically.
The smile was gone as soon as it had come, and his expression slid back into his default, which could look bored or irritated to some, but wasn’t. He didn’t often smile, but something about Orpheus eased the expression out of him. He couldn’t have said why, or whether he even approved of it, not yet. He barely knew Orpheus, and though his first impression was good, he needed more information.
He wondered whether Orpheus would ask again. If he did, what would L say? He wasn’t sure yet, not completely. He gave it some thought, letting his mind turn the problem over as he sang. It was a good thing he was good at multitasking, for more reasons than one, not least of which that he would be dead by now if he wasn’t.
Yes, he decided, his wide eyes moving to look at Orpheus. Yes, he would explain his thought process, if Orpheus really wanted to know. Typically people got irritated if you talked about yourself a lot, in his experience, so he was hesitant to comply, but Orpheus had seemed sincere and it went against everything L knew about him so far to think he might be lying. So, he probably actually wanted to know.
L understood what that was like, getting mixed up. People often misunderstood the things he said, or took them the wrong way and got angry. He himself made a point of trying not to assume what someone was saying right away, because assumptions could be both inconvenient and deadly, depending on the circumstances. Riddles were simpler, if they were made well. A poorly made riddle was one with many answers.
He almost closed his eyes, but not quite. He didn’t know Orpheus that well yet. He tried to sing the way he heard music, the way he heard Orpheus sing, the way the lyrics seemed to carry themselves without any help from the singer. He tried, and he hoped it was good enough. In truth, he wasn’t doing it for the House, after all.
L turned slightly, watching Orpheus. His attention slipped from the music for just a second, as he watched the word being written, the expression on Orpheus’ face. In that one second, he hit the final note of the song, and the final word.
He realized what it was a moment too late.
“Snow…..”
He closed his mouth too late, trying to stop the word. He had a very bad feeling suddenly about those two matching up, and he looked sharply at Orpheus, then the walls, his face suddenly wary.

(Who wants an Arthur?)

//bounces 
Me! Me! )

insert eyes emoji Heck yeah!))

(Awesome! I'll try and do something like a starter soon-ish and toss him in somewhere.)

(i exist and pls accept this tomato boy)


"Rule No. 23 of the Queen of Hearts states 'do not bring cats into festival venues'. Clearly, you are disobeying this rule." A short, redheaded boy claimed in a matter-of-fact tone as he blinked into the living room. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for that pesky familiar to answer–

"What?" A flicker of confusion formed in his gray eyes as he glanced around the old and dusty living room. "Azul?!" He called out for his peer, only to find that the Octavinelle prefect was nowhere to be found. Riddle hissed in annoyance; was this some kind of prank? Azul wouldn't have done something like this, nor that annoying familiar since his magic was sealed...who could have done this? No matter, they'll be punished at once when he finds the perpetrator.

"Oh, nothing major," Myrnin said, waving his hand around in the air as if dismissing a fly. There wasn't much to say on the matter anyway. "It's just a me thing. You things are far more interesting. 'Fire Nation?'"
He wasn't sure what that meant. He wasn't sure who this woman was in general. When things came about in the House, it usually meant that he might not see this woman again, but learning about her anyway was a good idea.
"I take it you are not a newbie?" he asked, an amused smile flickering over his lips.

Children? Why on Earth were children—even if they looked to be a few years younger than him—in this kind of place? He doubted that they could be the cause of this strange misadventure, but perhaps they understood what was going on.
“Greetings. My name is Riddle Rosehearts, a student that attends Night Raven College.” He began with an eloquent voice. “Now, I assume someone is playing a prank on me, and I don’t appreciate it. Could you tell what is happening here? I won’t tolerate l—did that boy appear out of thin air?!” He nearly shrieked when another stranger simply popped into existence. Now, Riddle was no stranger to magic, but did that boy just perform teleportation magic without any tools?! Was he some kind of prodigy?! His confusion subsided when he noticed the bow and arrow in his hands, and the redhead moved protectively in front of Mabel and Rue.

| Victoria | Living Room |

Victoria blinked into the living room. Her metallic fur had droplets of rain clinging to the strands, and a wilty purple flower was held in her mouth. She looked around in confusion for a moment, then started to wag her tail when she recognized the familiar old living room. And, it looked like it was full of a lot of people! She scanned the crowd for whoever seemed the most approachable for pets.

Mei | Living room | Cloverleaf and indirectly strider |

Mei watched silently as an angry boy appeared, yelling at someone, and immediately decided against approaching him. She didn't like people like that, usually - they were always loud and unpredictable. And best given a wide berth.

Then, as Victoria blinked in, she tensed further, her body going rigid with fear as she realized the dog was only a few feet away from her. Why couldn't it have been a cat...why couldn't it have been a cat...

Swallowing, she slowly began to inch her way sideways across the couch, scooting as quietly as possible in the opposite direction of Victoria. Please don't look over here...

Riddle nodded in approval when the boy disarmed himself. Good, the situation didn't escalate. "I'm relieved to hear that. Though in the future, please do not aim such a weapon carelessly at others." He responded, though became startled when more people materialized into the living room. There's no way all these people could be capable of such advanced magic. Perhaps...this place was responsible for the teleportation? He closed his eyes, deep in thought; maybe some kind of powerful magician was the one manipulating this place? His thoughts scattered when he heard a loud, booming voice, and Riddle shot a strict glare at Zuko.

"Please keep your voice low. We are indoors." He scolded.

Mei | Hallway | ®Hawkpath® mostly |

Rue wasn't the only one who had been caught off guard by the crowd of people. As more and more of them appeared and several of them started to raise their voices, Mei's head started to spin, and she pulled herself to her feet, her only thought being to get away from the disorientation of so many voices and sounds and bodies packed in all around her.

Slowly, she walked to the hallway, then inside it, stopping only when she heard the sound of someone else behind her. She paused for a moment, keeping her back turned to whoever else was in the hall with her, and then continued to walk, moving a few more paces before she sat down, crossing her legs and leaning herself against one of the doors. She was aware of the other girl's presence, but didn't acknowledge it, simply sitting still and quiet against the flat surface of one of the many doors, pulling the ribbon from her uniform slowly through her fingers.