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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[carriesapurse]

A big tall bulbous purple monstrosity made its waddling way toward Finbar. In a voice that managed somehow to be unmistakably male yet disturbingly effeminate, the creature cooed:

"Ooh! Tinky Winky want tattooooooooooo."

"Tinky Winky didn't need a tattoo," an unseen voice admonished.

"Noooooo. Tinky Winky WANT," insisted the purple monstrosity, and stamped its roundish foot.

[finbarwrong]

"No problemo, man. I can do you, what ever, y'know?" Then upon realising he was not in a tattoo parlour, nor had any tools in which to give a tattoo, he said sheepishly, "Maybe when I get out of here, like, I'll give you that tattoo. It'll give you time to mellow on the idea, to think what you'll want, y'know? I haven't my tools on me at the moment ..." Finbar started nodding as if Tinky Winky had already agreed to suggestion.

He was smiling and some moments had passed, but he eventually tweaked on the abnormality that was Tinky Winky. "What are you?" He said bluntly.

[carriesapurse]

Tinky Winky was rarely capable of a sane and logical answer. What are you provoked a round of the infamous song "Tinkle winkle Tinky Winky."

The Narrator (for such was the unseen and disembodied voice which narrated -- and attempted to regulate -- Tinky Winky's actions) offered no helpful gloss, having other things on his mind. "I DO COCAAAAAIIIIINE," the voice yowled.

[finbarwrong]

Finbar lost his smile, finding himself staring at the dismal-looking creature. After a discernible minute, Finbar nodded slowly.

"Ah," was all he could say.

[vislor_turlough]

"I can't say I'm impressed by you."

[finbarwrong]

"That's cool," Finbar said, smiling obliviously. It sounded like a passing statement, like when you smile at someone as you pass them in the street, just to be kind - though in this case, just to be rude. So once it was said, Finbar went back to looking at the stone walls, otherwise finding the castle of more interest than the red-head.

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough just stared at him. Well. This was boring.

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[sadistdream]

Road hadn't been sorted yet, but she didn't consider that a proper reason to just sit around doing nothing. She hadn't been able to get far yet, but hoped that would change once she was sorted. She simply couldn't abide being bored.

"Ooh, you were possessed by Napoleon?"

She wondered what Finbar would sense about her, as a psychic.

[finbarwrong]

Finbar scratched his arm, "Yeah, man. I hate getting possessed, it's a real bother, y'know?"

Finbar didn't seem particularly focused on Road Kamelot, but that wasn't to say he was ignoring her, or found her presence obtuse. It was just Finbar. But being a Sensitive wasn't as easy as many films and books made it out to be, he needed complete silence and relative seclusion for it to work effectively, and though he came across calm and relaxed, he was still in a different surroundings that tap-danced discreetly on his subconscious.

[sadistdream]

"Yeah, I suppose it would be, but at least it might make for a good story."

She tilted her head. "Hey, is something wrong?"

[finbarwrong]

Finbar smiled at Road, and shook his head. "No, every-thing's wicked, man." He paused to think, and then hazard coolly; "Hey, ah. Where am I, man?"

[scarysensei]

Iruka turned the corner and entered the room, hoping that he'd found somewhere he knew. Not that he was lost. He was just exploring. He came up short when he found himself in the sorting room, though, and watched the new person. What wild hair, he thought.

"Hello," he ventured.

[finbarwrong]

Finbar had risen from behind the desk, for his bottom had started going numb. He now stood just beside the desk, staring up at the wall eight feet away from him, with his arms crossed and his right thumb propped under his chin in a thoughtful manner. One of his eyes was narrowed as if he was judging the size differences seen through each eye.

When Iruka spoke, Finbar whirled, his dark eyes catching the ninjas frame. Finbar looked like he was half way to smiling but the act shorted out, leaving his eyes half lidded and his smile lopsided. "Hey, man."

[scarysensei]

Iruka picked up the papers on the desk. "Finbar," he said under his breath. "You have an unusual sounding name - although," he added thoughtfully, "I don't come from this country. Is it a common name here?"

He stepped forward a little more, looking to where Finbar had been staring. "What were you looking at?" he asked curiously. Iruka couldn't see much worth staring at on the wall, but Finbar's application made it sound like he could see, or perhaps sense, more than Iruka could.

"Oh!"

He looked at Finbar again, apologetically. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Umino Iruka, but I'm told you say your names the other way round. Call me Iruka."

[finbarwrong]

Finbar smiled at Iruka, "It's not particularly common, man. It's old Irish y'know? But it's a taken name, helps protect me from all those nasties out there." He looked back at the wall, Iruka asking what he was looking at prompted him to look again - as if Iruka saw something instead of the other way around.

"Oh, nothing. Just good architecture, y'know?" He chuckled, a few people had already given him 'that' look; the one that expected his psychic abilities to be prodigious. It made him chuckled again.

He looked back at Iruka and put out his hand for a friendly shake, "Nice to meet ya mate."

[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.