Application: Diana Vertue (aka Jenny Psycho), Simon R. Green's Deathstalker Saga

[psycho_vertue]

((With permission from Valentine-mun, seeing as we are the exact same person. Diana is in her canon one of the most powerful espers to ever have lived, though her powers will be Hogwarts-dampened. Telepathy, telekinetic manipulation and suchlike will be only by mun approval. She's usually described as putting off a very tangible aura of presence

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[rosecasson]

"Is Jenny Psycho," asks Rose thoughtfully, "anything like Jenny Greenteeth?"

Jenny Greenteeth is a monster Kieran told her about. She will eat you up and spit you out, but mostly Rose is fascinated by the fact that her teeth are green.

[psycho_vertue]

"I don't know who Jenny Greenteeth is. Jenny Psycho is someone I used to be, and someone who is still useful to have around when I need to bash heads in. She's not me any more, but she's still in my head."

[rosecasson]

"Oh." Rose nods, seeming to understand completely. "Do you do a lot of bashing heads in?"

[psycho_vertue]

Kids generally understood that kind of thing better than adults, in Diana's experience. They had less time to get set in their ways and their brains were still flexible. "Yeah," she said matter-of-factly. "The Iron Bitch might be dead, and the AIs might not want to kill everyone anymore, but there's still a lot of people who need a good thrashing."

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri was aware of a strength in the sorting room. It wasn't demonic, nor did it seem god-like, but with recent occurrences, it seemed wise to investigate. He entered the room quietly, watching, observing a moment, waiting to be noticed, not wanting to startle the girl as she seemed rather upset.

[psycho_vertue]

Diana's esp, even when dampened and pulled back to keep her psychic feedback to a minimum, was still strong enough that taking her by surprise was impossible for all but the strongest mental shields. Besides, the guy was a visible sort.

She watched him for a few moments, then waved him over. "Over here," she said, her ruined voice pitched to carry. "I promise I won't turn you into something small and hopping unless you try something on me first."

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri moved closer, bowing in greeting as he did. "This one did not wish to upset you further," he said. "This place can be difficult." He considered a moment whether to continue and thought it would make things proceed more smoothly for them. "This one noticed your ki," he said, not quite sure if it was reiki, human energy, or something else. He doubted it was youki, demonic energy. It didn't have the right feel to it.

[psycho_vertue]

"Oh." She frowned slightly. "Thanks, I think. Believe it or not, this isn't the weirdest thing I've ever encountered. So... you noticed my what?"

[maid_brienne]

"I'm afraid your reputation will not serve you so well as you might wish here," the Maid of Tarth said mildly. "Though I suppose an ability to set things on fire speaks for itself."

[psycho_vertue]

The woman towered over Diana. This was not new.

She shrugged up at the woman, mouth twisting. "I'm not changing just because nobody here has heard of me. Reputations only make some things easier, especially when they're deserved. And believe me, fire is the absolute least of the things I can do."

[maid_brienne]

Brienne was not tempted to dispute the last statement. The school was governed by the whim of a talking hat. Anything anyone else did could not possibly be stranger.

She nodded. "I would not presume to tell you you should change," she stated. "I merely offer an observation. You would not be the first to pass through these gates thinking your reputation speaks for itself." She returned the shrug with one of her own. "It makes no matter anyway. Your fate is in the hands of a talking hat, which is known for its odd caprices."

[psycho_vertue]

"You know, that's something like the third time someone's mentioned a talking hat since I got here. If you want to do me a favor, tell me what it is. Is it an animatronic, or just some weird ritual or thingy they have us wear while everyone points and laughs?"

There was something weird about how this woman talked. Diana couldn't quite put her finger on it.

[steff_is_a_girl]

"Jenny Psycho huh?" Steff looked intrigued. "I really hope that's a name someone gave you and not one you picked for yourself." Steff really hoped it was the latter. She hated posers, even if they did have mad mind magic skills.

[psycho_vertue]

"I don't remember, honestly. I think it might be the identity I assumed for a mission, but a lot of that's gone now. Besides," she said, screwing up her nose. "I'd like to think I would have picked something better than Jenny Psycho."

[steff_is_a_girl]

Steff laughed. "Well, I'll say this for it," she said. "It's short and sweet and to the point. What kind of missions do you do?" Steff didn't actually care about the answer. She did, however, think Diana was hot. She'd never fucked a subtle arts practitioner before, and there was something about a small woman who was both deadly and potentially a little crazy that really did it for Steff.

[psycho_vertue]

"Apparently that was my only mission. I joined the elves, and a few months later I ended up going undercover in Silo Nine, with most of my memories wiped for my own protection. Silo Nine was the Empire's worst esper prison." She scuffed at the ground with a boot, scowling. "Probably not one of my smartest ideas, in retrospect. But hey, I'm powerful, not a genius. And I wasn't even really that, back then."

[ugly_old_hat]

"What kind of cookies? I love cookies!"

[psycho_vertue]

Oh. Hello there. A talking hat.

"Vanilla creme sandwich cookies," she said, holding the package out and discreetly checking for wires. "I don't suppose you're a fan of them?"

[ugly_old_hat]

"I love that kind!" exclaimed the Hat. Somehow, the cookies disappeared. "Tell me, though. Is yours an enlightened universe where they still have Girl Scout cookies?" Never mind that, being a British hat, it was unlikely the Hat would understand the awesomeness of Girl Scout cookies. What mattered was that it did.

[psycho_vertue]

"That doesn't ring a bell at all," she said. "What are they, some sort of magic cookie fairies?"