Milla Vodello and Sasha Nein, Psychonauts!
((ooc: Marcone-mun and Rube-mun here for Sasha and Milla, respectively. These kids would come together so we got permission to write the application together. Feel free to address one or both in any of your responses. Psychic communication between the two of them (or one of them and anyone else) will be in italics.))
When a camper disappeared from Whispering Pines, they usually kicked themselves directly into action. Most of the time it was just a prank, or some kid wanting to strike out on his own and getting into a little bit of trouble. But this time, it was definately dangerous. Dogen didn't stray, he was usually quite the homebody, and when they'd discovered where he'd disappeared to they'd had no hesitation about following him in.
Milla stepped in first and slid delicately to the side of the door with a light step. She almost seemed to walk entirely on her toes -- her posture reinforced by an almost balletic dress, short and flipped at the end with thick dancers' tights on underneath. She had two fingers to her temple as she scanned the room, waiting for her partner to come in after.
Sasha followed Milla a bare minute later. He took 'rear guard' responsibilities very seriously, even under circumstances wherein it was difficult to imagine any kind of attack. Unlike his partner, there wasn't much that was colorful or graceful about him. Once he'd entered the room, he put one hand in his pocket and two fingers of his other hand to his temple to perform his own scan of the room. It wasn't that he thought Milla had missed anything - far from it! It was simply that he felt double-checking should be standard procedure. If he'd come in first he would have expected Milla to double-check him.
He caught sight of the applications on the table, and picked one up. Milla. Take a look at this.
She glided over to peer over his shoulder at the paperwork. Application for... oh dear, what has Dogen gotten himself into? She nods. I think we should fill it out. If Dogen is beyond here, we'll want all the clearance we can get.
Current Application:
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Milla perked up almost immediately, and started counting on her fingers. "Oh, but I have had so many lovely cheeses, darling! There are the ones with the peppers in them, so very spicy, and the ones that are soft and have all kinds of lovely scent to them, and then there are the hard cheeses that go so very well with a nice, sweet apple for dessert...." She shakes her head. "I couldn't possibly choose just one, they're all very delicious."
What does cheese have to do with anything? Sasha projected to her behind their screens. People's minds occasionally made strange demands, but this was hardly the astral plane. He felt certain he would have noticed. Still, the question required some thought, if there was in fact a point to it.
Darling, this is their school. Just play along. Or let me play along for you, yes? She smiled and gestured to Sasha. "Agent Nein prefers provolone on his sandwiches."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
We are definitely dealing with sick minds. "Neither," Sasha stated firmly. "One or both may be psychologically disturbed, but these days that's far from a reason to kill either one."
Sick or silly, it's so hard to tell these days. She frowned a little, and put one hand to her forehead. "It is true, there are many ways to help someone who is disturbed, from the simplest of therapy to the more complicated steps Agent Nein and I can take."
3. What time is it where you are?
"Perhaps it is time to dance!" Milla spins in a circle, a neat pirouhette.
Sigh. Milla was an excellent agent, first-rate partner, and truly lovely woman, but Sasha Nein did not dance. Unless forced. "Or perhaps it is 6:37pm."
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Oh my. This question worries me. Perhaps you are right about these sick minds, darling. She frowns just a little and shakes her head. "This is not a question that should be asked, you know. Even as a joke it is falling flat."
"Agent Vodello is quite correct. It violates several of the Psychonauts codes of conduct." Sasha tapped his chin thoughtfully, as a gesture slightly incongruous with what he'd said out loud. Whoever wrote this application should certainly be investigated. Others' answers may be insightful to their state of mind, so it might be to our benefit to locate archives at some point.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"We could call it Whispering Pines again, I am thinking. That is the place where Agent Nein and I train the young Psychonauts-to-be, like our Dogen." She seems suddenly to remember why she's here. "We are looking for one of our campers. I am wondering, have you seen him? He is small, with a special foil hat we made for him."
"Timid, as well," Sasha put in. "Not aggressive, especially not with the psychoisolation hat in place." Because it wasn't just foil, oh no. Not to him. "Any information would be appreciated."
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"Marriage, pah," Milla said, eyes twinkling. "If he can not choose, he should love them both and be happy."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
"It is the nature of paperwork," Sasha said, as though it were self-evident. He'd thought about writing a paper on the phenomenon once, but decided that would merely compound the problem. "The more is done, the more is returned to you." His own lab had boxes of paperwork scattered everywhere - Sasha's obsessive tidiness often only extended to the contents of his own and other people's heads.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
"We teach children, darling!" Milla was all smiles, hands neatly clasped in front of her. "What could be more useful than that?"
Sasha inclined his head, agreeing with his partner. "Additionally," or perhaps primarily, but it was best to keep a few things in reserve until they were needed, "we are Psychonauts. It takes years of psychic training and discipline to attain that position. There is very little room for 'useless' in psychic warfare."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.
Down to bribery. Truly this is a dangerous place, darling. Milla leaned forward, just a bit. "If the cause is good, and there are no other Psychonauts to help, perhaps we can run an errand for you? We are highly trained in psychic combat and our various other abilities. Or, of course, I could throw you a party. I'm very good at parties! Parties and dancing."
Harassment, bribery, and murder. At least if this is an extended hunt we're likely to be issued orders to stay and investigate more generally. "As previously mentioned, we are psychic instructors, and if anyone present requires such instruction we can provide it. I also have a Brain Tumbler in the event anyone wishes to confront their inner demons." Which would give him yet more research data, but that tended to go without saying.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _SN__&__MV_____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __SN__&__MV_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __SN__&__MV_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __SN___&__MV______"
When a camper disappeared from Whispering Pines, they usually kicked themselves directly into action. Most of the time it was just a prank, or some kid wanting to strike out on his own and getting into a little bit of trouble. But this time, it was definately dangerous. Dogen didn't stray, he was usually quite the homebody, and when they'd discovered where he'd disappeared to they'd had no hesitation about following him in.
Milla stepped in first and slid delicately to the side of the door with a light step. She almost seemed to walk entirely on her toes -- her posture reinforced by an almost balletic dress, short and flipped at the end with thick dancers' tights on underneath. She had two fingers to her temple as she scanned the room, waiting for her partner to come in after.
Sasha followed Milla a bare minute later. He took 'rear guard' responsibilities very seriously, even under circumstances wherein it was difficult to imagine any kind of attack. Unlike his partner, there wasn't much that was colorful or graceful about him. Once he'd entered the room, he put one hand in his pocket and two fingers of his other hand to his temple to perform his own scan of the room. It wasn't that he thought Milla had missed anything - far from it! It was simply that he felt double-checking should be standard procedure. If he'd come in first he would have expected Milla to double-check him.
He caught sight of the applications on the table, and picked one up. Milla. Take a look at this.
She glided over to peer over his shoulder at the paperwork. Application for... oh dear, what has Dogen gotten himself into? She nods. I think we should fill it out. If Dogen is beyond here, we'll want all the clearance we can get.
Current Application:
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Milla perked up almost immediately, and started counting on her fingers. "Oh, but I have had so many lovely cheeses, darling! There are the ones with the peppers in them, so very spicy, and the ones that are soft and have all kinds of lovely scent to them, and then there are the hard cheeses that go so very well with a nice, sweet apple for dessert...." She shakes her head. "I couldn't possibly choose just one, they're all very delicious."
What does cheese have to do with anything? Sasha projected to her behind their screens. People's minds occasionally made strange demands, but this was hardly the astral plane. He felt certain he would have noticed. Still, the question required some thought, if there was in fact a point to it.
Darling, this is their school. Just play along. Or let me play along for you, yes? She smiled and gestured to Sasha. "Agent Nein prefers provolone on his sandwiches."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
We are definitely dealing with sick minds. "Neither," Sasha stated firmly. "One or both may be psychologically disturbed, but these days that's far from a reason to kill either one."
Sick or silly, it's so hard to tell these days. She frowned a little, and put one hand to her forehead. "It is true, there are many ways to help someone who is disturbed, from the simplest of therapy to the more complicated steps Agent Nein and I can take."
3. What time is it where you are?
"Perhaps it is time to dance!" Milla spins in a circle, a neat pirouhette.
Sigh. Milla was an excellent agent, first-rate partner, and truly lovely woman, but Sasha Nein did not dance. Unless forced. "Or perhaps it is 6:37pm."
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Oh my. This question worries me. Perhaps you are right about these sick minds, darling. She frowns just a little and shakes her head. "This is not a question that should be asked, you know. Even as a joke it is falling flat."
"Agent Vodello is quite correct. It violates several of the Psychonauts codes of conduct." Sasha tapped his chin thoughtfully, as a gesture slightly incongruous with what he'd said out loud. Whoever wrote this application should certainly be investigated. Others' answers may be insightful to their state of mind, so it might be to our benefit to locate archives at some point.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"We could call it Whispering Pines again, I am thinking. That is the place where Agent Nein and I train the young Psychonauts-to-be, like our Dogen." She seems suddenly to remember why she's here. "We are looking for one of our campers. I am wondering, have you seen him? He is small, with a special foil hat we made for him."
"Timid, as well," Sasha put in. "Not aggressive, especially not with the psychoisolation hat in place." Because it wasn't just foil, oh no. Not to him. "Any information would be appreciated."
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"Marriage, pah," Milla said, eyes twinkling. "If he can not choose, he should love them both and be happy."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
"It is the nature of paperwork," Sasha said, as though it were self-evident. He'd thought about writing a paper on the phenomenon once, but decided that would merely compound the problem. "The more is done, the more is returned to you." His own lab had boxes of paperwork scattered everywhere - Sasha's obsessive tidiness often only extended to the contents of his own and other people's heads.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
"We teach children, darling!" Milla was all smiles, hands neatly clasped in front of her. "What could be more useful than that?"
Sasha inclined his head, agreeing with his partner. "Additionally," or perhaps primarily, but it was best to keep a few things in reserve until they were needed, "we are Psychonauts. It takes years of psychic training and discipline to attain that position. There is very little room for 'useless' in psychic warfare."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.
Down to bribery. Truly this is a dangerous place, darling. Milla leaned forward, just a bit. "If the cause is good, and there are no other Psychonauts to help, perhaps we can run an errand for you? We are highly trained in psychic combat and our various other abilities. Or, of course, I could throw you a party. I'm very good at parties! Parties and dancing."
Harassment, bribery, and murder. At least if this is an extended hunt we're likely to be issued orders to stay and investigate more generally. "As previously mentioned, we are psychic instructors, and if anyone present requires such instruction we can provide it. I also have a Brain Tumbler in the event anyone wishes to confront their inner demons." Which would give him yet more research data, but that tended to go without saying.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _SN__&__MV_____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __SN__&__MV_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __SN__&__MV_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __SN___&__MV______"