It Is The Spring Of 1940
March - May Open for Play

Lines are drawn. Wands are at the ready. Everyone must choose a side. The fight to maintain the Statute of Secrecy is not just against Grindlewald and his followers, though. Muggle armies across Europe and Asia are stirring up more than dust and death. Creatures of all sorts are caught in the crossfire. From unicorns to dragons and bowtruckles to dementors. Someone has to dare the front lines to keep the unexplainable unseen. So if you have the moxie to wrangle poxies under enemy fire the Micky's are calling on you.

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Just a cuppa by Koi
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England / Administration Frustrations
« on: Apr 05 2019, 05:46 PM »
He needed off this squad. Running messages for Tobias was almost the last thing Fitz wanted to be doing. The absolute last being sharing the same continent with the man. So he’d come, bearing a sachet of letters for the Minister’s eyes only. Which meant getting in to see the Minister with them. A deed that involved enough red tape to make Fitz want to pull his hair out.

He only he kept trying because he was hoping to have a little heart to heart with their fearless leader. He had a favor to ask. One he thought he was more than ready to receive. His own squad. One far away from that dragon loving maniac. But that meant getting in to see the Minister, and their was an ice queen in his way. Or an ice bitch, as less couth people called her.

Fitz refused to he intimidated.

”Miss Ashfield,” he began, tucking his hat under his arm and swallowing the throat clearing cough trying to work its way up his neck. ”I’ve messages from the front. Minister’s eyes only, you understand.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a wan smile. Francis had been the winsome one. Good at winning over people who didn’t want won over - Fitz included. He’d been especially handy with the women.

Fitz was good with the sort of woman that was ready to be bad. Definitely not the kind that sat behind a desk and looked like that. He tapped the corner of his sachet on the edge of her desk. ”Tobias was very adamant, even for an American.” He defended, hoping whatever animal they were going after next would eat the pond jumper.

Germany / No ballerinas here
« on: Mar 31 2019, 07:20 AM »
Fanny had the sneaking suspicion that her pitch was off. She never had been musically inclined, with an inability to carry a note. She should have taken better care with her tuning. She’d heard muggles had special forks for it and everything.

Yes. She was pretty sure that was where she had gone wrong. The horned serpent was not reacting at all like she had planned. Fanny had been intending to lead it farther into the marsh and away from the camp that was setting up too near its usual habitat. Well, it was following her. Just not in a very friendly manner.

Yes. Her sneaking suspicion was a bludgeon now.

Music box - which looked like an old bucket with a sauce pot as a hat - jangling in her hand, Fanny ran. ”Oop, oop, oop!” She panted, dashing up a hill and jumping down into the ditch on the other side. She heard a bush die a slithering death behind her as the serpent crashed through her wake, humming a note that made her spine feel like pudding.

Without meaning too, Fanny lead it right into her camp. Panic driving her away from the original target - a safer place for the serpent - and toward what should have been a safer place for Fanny. ”Look out!” She shouted, jumping a log that had been laid out for seating. She even made the jump, an impressive feat for a witch of her height, but stumbled the landing and ended up rolling into the middle of camp.

Her music box went flying, clanging through the camp with several discordant notes that made the horned serpent give an outraged cry. Or maybe it was a pained one, the noise was awful.

General Chat / Wand Generators
« on: Mar 17 2019, 08:04 AM »
Because I was feeling lazy and didn't want to read through all the wand lore on Pottermore again.

Seventh Sanctum - Cute because they are generated just like a wand maker is chatting with you.

Springhole - Gives wand suppleness and appearance.

Kid Pub - Use a random number generator, fun if you wand to randomly select magical abilities and inabilities.

Advertisements / Our Ad
« on: Mar 17 2019, 07:43 AM »

Come join the Mickeys at O:B&B, an 18+ AU Post Fantastic Beasts RP.

The year is 1940 & the stirring of discontent has become a roar across Europe. Prejudice & social suppression traverses the divide between Wizard & Muggle. Men & women of every walk find themselves forced to one side or another of the multilayered war where right & wrong are not as black & white as some might hope.

Soft Opening Event: From cafe waitresses to dragon experts, O:B&B is getting off to a great start. To encourage new characters we are opening 5 wizard subset slots. They will be first come, first serve, but only one available per member. So if you've been dreaming of a part veela, or falcon animagi character get over and get it done!



Carpathia the Smuggler
Expelled from Mahoutokoro, Carpathia left her family behind completely. She has not attempted to contact them, or even much thought about them since leaving. But somewhere out there she has a brother.

Fitz Fitzgerald
Short the brother that was always his boon companion, Fitz has become more stubborn without the person most able to convince him to bend. His remaining sibling, the younger sister Primrose, and his newly formed Mickey squad are the most likely to suffer his overbearing mothering.


One day later tomorrow

England / Just a cuppa
« on: Mar 03 2019, 02:26 PM »
The coffee was weaker and the cream thinner, but they remained open by the grace of ration tickets and the full pockets of soldiers. Sugar was the hardest to come by. Any voucher the family received was set aside for the shop. Daisy hadn't tasted a single granule in what felt like ages.

She wore sensible black flats, a thick line of marker down the backs of her calves, the hem of her still almost emerald skirt hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing actual stockings. Her blouse was white from sunny days on the line, and covered by an apron, the scarf loosely around her neck adding a bit more warmth and color to her ensemble.

She poured coffee for strangers and regulars alike, taking time to chat with them all. Shyest with the soldiers who came and went with such frequency. Most never returned after a week or two. Shipped out to the frontlines, or even back home. The ones on their way back to their families were the worst. Worn down, and often broken. She lingered longest at their tables, trying to cheer their spirits.

Today it was mostly quiet. A few men, too old to join the ranks, reading about the war in the paper. Daisy refilled their cups and promised them sugar next time, just as she always did. They never really wanted it, just to have something to fuss her over. Her mother was cooking eggs in the back, to go on bagels close to stale. The bell jingled, summoning Daisy away from them and to a newly occupied table.

"Good morning!" She called, picking up a new cup and saucer from the side table and bringing it along with her. Head ducking as she set it up on the table, a carefully curled wave of red hair falling against the pink of her cheeks. "Did you need a menu?" Habit and routine keeping her from stammering to a halt, though only just.

France / tit-for-tat
« on: Mar 03 2019, 01:48 PM »
"There's not," Carpathia laughed. The wine in her glass made a deep red whirlpool in the center as she swirled it. There was an unkind edge to her smile, and the shake of her head was dismissive. "It's France, and there just aren't." Her companion disagreed, but then he would. Desperate for a sale, he was sure he could convince her of the impossible.

Carpathia knew better. No matter how impassioned his speech or desperate his plea, because that's all he was; desperate.

"Listen, I'm no greenwand." She reminded him, swallowing half her glass and setting it down bluntly on the table. "You'll never make me believe there's a thunderbird making water in the French countryside, you just won't. And I'm not risking a mugging by wayward soldier types to check it out." And she wasn't paying him a damn galleon for bullshit information either.

"Now if that's all, sweets, I've got actual business to attend to." Sneering, Carpathia pushed her chair back abruptly, the wrought iron feet loud on the paving stones of the little terrace they were lunching on. "Good day, Fishboots." And good riddance. Opening her umbrella, she stepped out into the spring shower and turned toward the nicer part of town. This side was just too seedy, even for her. Tricksters, the whole lot of them.

Anyway, she knew a man over on the upper up that had hippogriff eggs.

General Chat / How did Pottermore sort you?
« on: Mar 02 2019, 04:02 PM »
I've been sorted into Slytherin! I forget what house I had before they revamped. My Ilvermorny House is Thunderbird.

For my wand I got:
Elder wood
Unicorn hair core
11 ¼" in length
Hard flexibility

And my patronus is a hedgehog because I'm cute like that.

Development Hall / Koi's Top Sekret Compilation of Bullshit
« on: Nov 23 2018, 07:41 PM »

Rupert Abney
Rupert Hart
Rupert Lawrence

Daisy McMellon
Daisy McSomething



Jung Ho Yeon
Mathias Lauridsen
Joana Gröblinghoff
Hannah Rose / Masi


Rupert, 27, Auror. Mixed or Pure Blood of some sort.

Daisy, 24-29, the Muggleborn coffee maker.  Can't have a Crup because they hate Muggles.  :( Maybe a kneazle then.

Carpathia, thirtysomething or fortysomething, magical creature smuggler.

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