McHaggis

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

It's a fine length, Jess :3

Just waiting on Biscuits and Cirus, and I know that Biscuits is working on a Thomas post for me ASAP. (I should probably post myself, too, but I'll wait for others first).

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan's heart nearly stopped beating as Kyle caught her arm, but she quickly recovered. She knew she hadn't quite wiped away the shock from her face though as she replied, "Yeah, friends."

She slipped her sleeve away from her still-friend and gave him a blinding, watery smile just before she turned to keep up with the Gryffindor prefects and the chain of following first years. "See you tomorrow, Kyle," she said, nearly skipping up the stairs. It didn't actually matter what house she was in, then. People would treat her just the same!

If Kyle was like that -- still a friend -- Alistair couldn't be any worse.

Hogwarts was even larger from the inside, and when they started to move up the stairs (and those stairs started to move with them, floating around), Siobhan nearly gasped in wonder. She was sure that the Slytherin common room was somewhere in the dungeons, as her brother had said as much, so she was infinitely glad to be able to see something amazing to tell Kyle about in the morning. To spoil it, she thought with a wicked grin.

By the time she was at the top of the stairs, Siobhan regretted her initial wonder at the Grand Staircase, especially since they seemed endless on the way to the Gryffindor common room. Climbing in through the open portrait hole behind a painting known as 'The Fat Lady', she could barely suppress her yawns. A long day of travel coupled with a near-traumatic amount of panic at her Sorting were not conductive for keeping her awake, far overpowering the remnants of excitement. Siobhan located the bed her trunk had been placed at the foot of; stripped herself of her outer robes and shoes, and lay down on it, still wearing her woolen jumper and skirt.

She'd get changed into her night gown in just a few minutes... she just had to close her eyes for a little while.

Heavens Fall

I hope it's alright to separate both characters in the same post! Just felt it would be weird doing it twice in a row for both of them.

Heavens Fall

Lucretia

Forests did not rank amongst Lucretia's favourite locations. They were too distant from civilisation, too far disconnected from human advancement that death -- and by extension grief -- rarely happened to natural causes. Nevertheless, she would persevere and show up wherever her son preferred it.

Mostly in attempt to stop a bloodthirsty and distinctly unsubtle attack. With a wistful sigh, she moved closer to him in a flash. Though he looked like his father, a devout druid devoted to the oldest of rituals, it was only his biological connection to her that held him back from blasphemy. She doubted that Draven would ever truly be a suitable Champion, though he was loyal to her to his very core.

Breath like an icy caress on the back of her son's neck, Lucretia whispered, "You may be my child, Draven, but your particular form of violence is of no use to me. I should have nipped it in the bud earlier, my love." Her satin slippers brushed against the foliage littering the ground, barely audible, as she turned and walked in front of him. "We are not savages, nor are we a part of my brother's 'forces of darkness'. Neutral." A tiny smile twitched at the corner of her lips. "My sister would be upset if I supported the murder of innocents."

Lucretia hoisted up her dress, mud staining the white lace hem, and stalked over to a nearby tree branch. She had never been willingly called upon at a festival, save by her already-pious followers; therefore, she had time to kill.

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Eida Craig

Eida Craig watched with disinterest as a disgustingly regal looking man on his white horse rode in, brutally knocking the festival-goers out of the way. A rude fellow that was, she noted as she tore strips of flesh from a roasted leg of chicken (or was it turkey?) and fiddling with the hilt of her ax. If she were to guess, he would be some sort of lord, or worse -- a prince. A part of her reasoned it was just fantasy, that no prince would go to a lowborn event like this.

Another part of her wanted to find out why the man was in such a hurry, and maybe intimidate him a little for looking so strange and acting so nastily on his way in. Leaving a few coins for the vendor, the last of her money, she moved swiftly away before anyone realised that it wasn't enough to pay for her meal. It couldn't be too hard to find such a pure white beast as the lord's horse was. Eida wondered rather morbidly if it was bloodstained for all the peasants he'd trampled over on the way.

A few minutes of hunting and pushing through the crowds and she'd found it. Of course he was in the temple, of all places, she grumbled to herself, seeming out of place while surrounded by those who actually wanted to take part in the worship and ceremonies. Feeling blasphemous, Eida steeled her nerves and wandered inside. Her large, heavy boots made it somewhat difficult to be stealthy as she discreetly searched for her target. It wasn't spying.

She hoped no God would smite her down for extortion. Eida was a mercenary -- and work trickled in far too slowly for her liking. If she wanted money and purpose in her life, she would have to grab an opportunity (like this fancy-schmancy rich man) with both hands and beat its head in until it paid her.

Hogwarts: Legacy of Lord Voldemort

James MacFusty

Instinctively, Jimmy's hand went to his chin -- thinking that Adelie was going to scold him for not shaving -- but almost as soon as he noticed her wand in her hand he stopped. Oh dear. The rude Slytherin with her stupid prank pellets was doomed. As the Keeper's purple hair began to grow longer... but not just the hair on her head, but her eyebrows too.

As for her comment on Adelie's Beater skills, well... Jimmy walked briskly in an attempt to catch up with his friend, given that she was already halfway out the hall by the time he turned to look. Throwing his half-eaten apple to the floor (thankful that Adelie wouldn't see, or she'd have his head), he slid around to her left. "I guess them Slytherins have to defend their terrible Quiddich team with insults, eh? Dunno how she expects to see the Quaffle comin' through that stupid bright hair of hers'."

Nice one, Jimmy, he congratulated himself. Get on her good side.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

After Kyle was sorted into Slytherin -- as he should have been -- Siobhan didn't pay attention to the rest of the Sorting. She had been the first girl of her year to be sorted into Gryffindor but after her, three more followed, gravitating towards her side of the table. With only a soft greeting to them and a weak smile, she returned to picking at the lining of her skirt. Although her mind was telling her to make friends, to talk to the girls she would be sharing a room with, she just couldn't face the thought of so much excitement and happiness at being Sorted into the wrong house.

It didn't help that Siobhan's seat had a clear view of the line-up of the Slytherin table, most of them politely applauding as other first years were sorted into any house but Gryffindor. Kyle would hate her. Alistair would hate her. She didn't find herself all that surprised at the results -- her dad must have been right -- but the leaden weight in her heard was willed with all the heaviness of disappointment.

While the food appeared, Siobhan's stomach was still doing loop-de-loops. She quietly served herself some peas and started to pick on them as the other girls talked, stealing sorrowful glances at the other table and her lost friend.

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

*Regrets putting in characters before all the LGBT ones came in.* Oh well, I consider both of their sexualities fluid-ish anyway.

...I'll be open to more characters from our present rpers.

Already getting ideas for Eddie Thornton, mostly 'cos there's a severe lack of characters who can actually shoot a gun ;)

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

The Great Hall was beautiful, Siobhan decided as the first years were let through the doors. The enchanted ceiling, the vibrant colours of all four houses, the noise and chatter... all breath-taking -- enough to make her exhale in surprise. Even the staring eyes that followed them as they lined up in a neat row weren't as daunting as they should have been.

She spotted her brother at the very end of the Slytherin table, the side closest to her. Beside him was Maggie, along with a few other brutish looking Slytherins who -- had she not been entirely set on that House -- might have put her off the idea. He saluted her jauntily, prompting a grin even from the dark depths of the nervous pit in her stomach.

It quickly became apparent that the hat was about to talk as a rip in the fabric began to twist and morph into the unmistakable shape of a mouth. Siobhan's eyebrow twitched as it burst out in song. Not one of her brothers and sisters had told her that particular detail. In response, she turned to Kyle (who was already staring at her in surprise for some reason unknown to her) and asked, horror clear in her voice, "What is [i[that[/i]? Do we need to put it on?"

A small part of her mind scolded her for not listening to the lyrics themselves but... the Hat was so strange that she just couldn't take it seriously.

As Charlotte was sorted into Hufflepuff, much to Siobhan's surprise, she quickly decided that she would come first in the list since it was alphabetical. Mac before Mc. Sure enough, it wasn't too many names down the line that 'MacFusty' was called out. With one last, particularly desperate look at Kyle, she walked up to the stool -- her shoes clicking far too loudly against the stone floors -- and pulled the Sorting Hat down over her head.

It was dark, almost black under the hat. Light filtered in lazily under the brim, her curly hair giving her just enough space so it didn't slip over her face and smother her as it seemed to do for some of the other first years. As a droplet of sweat dripped down the back of her neck, the Sorting Hat spoke in that drawl of his (its?).

Yes, yes... smart, but not stuffy. Books aren't your thing, clearly... you would eat them alive....

Siobhan nearly jolted upright in the seat, and only her white-knuckled grip on the stool held her in place. Hoping that the hat could hear her, she mumbled under her breath, "Put me in Slytherin. Put me in Slytherin. Put me in Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat paused for a moment in its muttering. A choice between Gryffindor and Slytherin then. Heart and mind. Both would be well-suited... but there's not an ounce of fear in you. There's a loyalty that's best served in the house of lions -- to your brother and your friend, even if they are wholly snakes...

Siobhan chewed on her bottom lip. She knew where this was going.

But that bravery... there's not an ounce of fear in you! You'll only come into your own in... "GRYFFINDOR!"

Siobhan just about tore the hat off her head, having the foresight to leave it behind on the stool as she staggered towards the buoyant, cheering Gryffindor table. Eyes pointedly cast to the ground, she made sure not to look behind her as she slumped into a seat, palm pressed heavily against her face in an effort to stop the stinging sensation in her eyes. What was she going to do?

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Cool! Looking forward to it!

The Third Law

Hmm... I was toying with the idea of a medical professional/surgeon bot that has no purpose in the new world without humans. Not sure if it fits, though.