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Private to Kimblee:
I do hope you've enjoyed your time off from your assignments. I must talk to you soon regarding your...present.
And do not think I've not noticed the steady disapperance of my ink supplies. You do know how expensive my ink is. But no matter. I shall solve that problem soon if I am correct in my observations on what you have been up to.
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[16 Dec 2005|11:44am] |
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My, my. And I had thought I would not be infected since I've kept away from the rest of the school population due to my work. I suppose I thought wrong. Well, not as much as think but proven.
Private to Kimblee
You must have given whatever disease you had to me that time. Must have you acted like a strumpet while you were a woman? It certainly was not very proper behavior to rub your female body against my back and distract me from my work.
I have no assignments for you nor any need for you at the moment so please take the day off while I wait this...transformation out. It should not be long. It seems that the average time is a day.
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[11 Dec 2005|02:13am] |
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So yesterday I turned 36. I am not bitter about growing older but I am rather curious to know just how a certain someone knew it was my birthday when I had never mentioned the date to anyone in the school.
Hm. In any case, it was not an unpleasent surprise; I probably should have expected it.
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[04 Dec 2005|10:26pm] |
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Private post
.......why did I let this boy into my bed again...? Granted, he is upset and tired for some reason he will not disclose but why?
Well, it is too late to think of it now.
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[15 Nov 2005|09:23pm] |
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You FUCK. Poppet, give me back my journal. You have no right to take just because I'm pissfucking drunk. BITCH. At least you left yours on your desk, easily accesible. People, c3h5n3o91_baby isn't me right now...
*scribbles off because he just... passed out on the desk, or something* [See, Archer confiscated his, and is abusing it. :D 'Tis Kimblee-mun, here.]
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[19 Oct 2005|04:44pm] |
I, King Frank Archer of Zaire have claimed Hogwarts School of Wizardry to be under my reign. All inferiors will perish under the merciless blade of Esabella. My queen, please meet me in the throne room. We have matters to discuss! And then we can excecute ten or twenty inferiors.
All shall be ours!
((OOC: Archer believes that he is the "King of Zaire" (whilst Kimblee is his queen), he is currently strutting down the halls , smacking people with a cane and dragging them to a bench and hitting them over the head with a pillow (which is his guillotine "Esabella"). He is wearing his nightrobes and his duvet serves as a rather bulky cape. His crown is also transfigured and matches Kimblee's. :D)
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[08 Oct 2005|01:12am] |
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Secure Private Entry
I've always prided myself in knowing just which moves to take in a game of chess. This is what it is. A simple game. Perhaps like cards more than chess as it takes a fair amount of luck as well as wit.
And my trump card is Kimblee. The boy is an odd fellow. He is of a crude nature as I've observed in both his speech and his habits; both which I've seen numerous times as he's taken to spending the nights in my office (so often that I've set up a cot just for him).
And he is a muggleborn. A mudblood.
And yet, I would not find anyone more suitable for my needs.
He is cunning and secretive, able to gather the information I seek without as much as a raised eyebrow. And he has no loyalties except to the one that feeds him the promise of power. Power that only I can give to him. Dumbledore cannot possibly match that with his policy of fairness. The power-hungry do not know of such a thing and thus, it is easy to control this feral cat of mine.
But a pet should be tamed else it shall control the master. And so I've started the training. I shall give him power, but I shall also polish him as all things that belong to me should reflect me. I've started that with a bath as he was filthy for one reason or another.
However, he's reminded me that our relationship goes two ways. Or simply that he is not easy. He pulled me into the bath, unabashed. Granted, that we are both men and thus it does not matter, but there is a strange sense of calm with him. A strange trust. He's asked a promise of me. A strange one just like how the rest of his soul is twisted and strange; a soul that only a man of war would be able to grasp. He loves destruction so....
And so I shall give him the means to commence it.
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[30 Sep 2005|10:29pm] |
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I found this on my door.
.................I am not amused.
((I'm sorry! I owe everyone an actual Archer update but with school eating brain, it's hard to get into a good evil mood and write this dude. Promise something will happen after my midterm on Thursday! *bow*))
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[02 Sep 2005|09:08pm] |
Hehehe~! What a lovely school! It's so shiny and wonderful and oh my, all these muggleborns are just soooo~O~~~~~~~~Oooooo cyuuuute!
Shiny shiny Hogwarts! Pika pika~~~!!!! SHinnnnNNyYYyyyyyyyYYYyy
Teehee, Kimblee, I think you should get a gold star for Extra Extra super duper effort! You are a good dancer and so polite!
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[27 Aug 2005|07:05pm] |
Well, I have now have my office and my room set up in Hogwarts and am free to walk freely in the halls. My, this school has....grown since I have taken my leave. And I see that a few of my fellow alumni have had children of their own...the resembences are quite striking...
((OOC: Again, Archer is part of the Ministry, sent to investigate how things are at Hogwarts. Just what or whom he's inspecting is unknown to everyone but he seems suspicious at times. Think of him as a less annoying -and more creepy- Umbridge.
Also, if there's anyone who'd volunteer their characters for plotting or want Archer for plot (or ones that he'd recognize because he knew their parent(s), he'd def. recognize Slytherins the most. :3 ), hit me up at silver8514. Need to get him rollllllllinnnnng~~))
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[24 Aug 2005|01:36am] |
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People of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) mugenjou_high, please remove this journal from your flists if its still there. Anything after this post is not part of the RP.
People of sortinghat_rp, disregard anything before this post. That's part of the other RP before I dropped Archer there.
Thanks!
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[03 May 2005|08:30am] |
Honestly. How long does it take the moving company to send their people over? I've been waiting with all my belongings packed for at least two weeks. IDIOTS.
((blah; yeah...I'm almost done moving him out; have to finish a self-rp and then he's good to go and stuff; should be able to concentrate on it after this French final today. Sorry bout that... -._-.;;;; ))
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[22 Apr 2005|09:49am] |
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If anyone else wants to dump their problems on me, this is your last chance. Mind the boxes though.
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[21 Apr 2005|11:21am] |
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Hughes, stop putting letters/cakes/balloons on my desk. A simple farewell will do.
To those whom I've been counseling...you're on your own as of Friday. I will be in my office but you will not see me out in the halls so if you wish to see me, you come to me; not the other way around. And my eye condition has worsened again so do not question the sunglasses.
((Archer is officially fired; he is moving out on Friday. Ref: here ; his eyebrows have also been scorched off so that's why he's wearing his sunglasses))
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[15 Apr 2005|09:16am] |
((pretend this is earlier in the day before school lets out.))
Miss Lain Iwakura. Please report to the front office immediately. We have some things to discuss with you regarding the contents of your locker.
Mr. Riku Watanabe is already in the office for his offenses so do not protest that you have been singled out.
Private to Riku
My. My. Mr. Watanabe. Who would have thought you of all people would have an unregistered weapon and left so carelessly in plain sight? Miss Lain, at least, had a cloth over her stash of cocaine in an attempt to hide it.
And it appears that you are not who I thought you were. How on Earth did you manage to stay in this school so long with fake papers? Perhaps I should check your cousin's as well....
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[13 Apr 2005|05:47pm] |
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( private )
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[08 Apr 2005|01:16pm] |
My, my.
Today is a rather disturbing day. As was the last week or so of my life.
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