Applicant: Finbar Wrong (Derek Landy's 'Skulduggery Pleasant', series)

[finbarwrong]

((OOC: With permission from China mun - me.))

A man with long greasy black hair found himself in the Sorting Room. The great doors were closed behind him, and some feet away a lone desk with stationary upon it rested, undisturbed. He took measured steps forward, as if assessing the firmness of the stone, should the flagstones disappear from under

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[codex_of_good]

"You're a psychic?" Codex's eyes widened. "Can you tell me what I'm thinking? Or... or what the weather's going to be like tomorrow?" She stopped and frowned. "Wait, I could look that up. Or I could, if the computers here weren't so completely made of suck."

[finbarwrong]

Finbar tilted his head, examining Codex with a mystified smile that lingered. "Yeah, I'm psychic man, but I have limitations, y'know? Much to many variables to consider; noise, temperature, focus ... 'sides, y'know? I don't read minds, too messy a discipline, that." His eyes floated away from Codex as he continued. "I can, like, communicate with the dead and stuff, y'know?" He cleared his throat with a chuckle, then focused back on Codex.

[codex_of_good]

((Apologies for the delay!))

She tried following the floating away of his eyes, but snapped back with a nervous smile when he focused back on her again. "Oh. Yeah. Uh... talking with dead people? Really? I don't think I know any dead people. Except for my Nana, and we never... I mean, she didn't like me when she was alive, so... what about, like, famous dead people? Could you talk to them? Do they ever say anything interesting?"

[finbarwrong]

Finbar nodded sagely and then regained the momentum of the conversation, finding it to be his turn to respond. "Famous people? Gosh no, well, I don't think so man. I don't have much memory after a possession, and they aint the most talkative when I do a seance, y'know? Normally it's Sharon who's in the brunt of it all. She normally fills me in afterwards, and stuff." He smiled but his thoughts wandered to Sharon. How would he remember being possessed now if she wasn't here to explain? The embarrassment that could develop from it all would be stifling, let alone potentially dangerous should he get possessed by Attila the Hun or Hitler, the nasties.

"Does your Nana say anything interesting?" he queried, not in a hostile or rude way, but a generally sounding sincere sort of way.

[codex_of_good]

Codex, having no clue who Sharon was or the particulars of possession or seances beyond what she'd read in various paranormal romances that were probably not to be trusted, did what came naturally: smiled and nodded. "Oh. I guess I can see that?" Except not really, having never been possessed or a participant in a seance.

"Well, I mean, she doesn't say much now. Because she's dead. But, um, she always used to say things like, 'That shirt makes you look like a prostitute,' or 'You're going to die alone if you don't put that book down.'" Codex made a face. "Nana wasn't really a people person. But, um, yeah. Hogwarts. It's... here."

[finbarwrong]

Finbar had started out nodding loosely but continuously to Codex's apparent understanding to his psionic limitations, but soon found himself stopping as he was confronted with the apparent horrendous attitude of this deceased grandmother. In his own mind he was thankful for her death, for at least in it Codex was free of the old bat's tyranny. But he didn't know the entirety of the story, and so wouldn't express these ... bad thoughts.

"She sounds like a charming woman, man," he went for concealed sarcasm instead, "Hogwarts ... the name sound trippy man, y'know? But a cool trippy." He frowned for a moment and then chuckled loosely. "I never got you name, girlie?"