Application for Yin from Darker than Black

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The sun stretched her shadow over the hard wood desk. Her eyes never left the application that rested on said desk, unblinking, whilst her hands rested by her sides. The dictaquill had stood to attention five minutes ago, and still awaited use by the newcomer. She had read over the questions multiple times, to the point where they soon lost meaning. Her eyes traveled lazily to the quill, no visual response broke the mundane expression on her face, such lack of emotion reminiscent of a dolls painted face. She reached out and plucked the writing implement from its ink well, and hovered it over the application. Excess ink fell from the quills tip and splotched the piece of paper, thankfully tarnishing the pages margin, rather than obscuring the questions further from their already beclouded phrasing. As she began answering, for lack of a better verb, the application, her body was angled in a most peculiar way: as if to touch the wood, would send her skin to blister.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Student Application #1974489 State your full name. Yin. 1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite? I do not often eat cheese. 2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop? I do not have the clearance to kill anyone. 3. What time is it where you are? I do not know. 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. I do not understand. That is illegal, is it not? 5. If you are pushing to be in: i.) Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark. The Syndicate. ii.) 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. I do not have the experience to answer this question. iii.) 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. As events never cease, neither does their documentation. iv.) Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless. I am a Doll. I have the technique known as Remote Viewing because of what I am. 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. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do. I offer this packet of cigarettes.

  

From a disguised pocket in her purple dress, she withdrew a rather browbeaten packet of cigarettes. Yin did not smoke, so what use where they to her? She placed them on the desk, next to the application, then turned her back on it all-together. She stared through the arched windows behind her, taking the time to not understand it, as it was against her programming.

 

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus  faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Yin.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus  rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Yin.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Yin.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Yin."

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[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Doll? Programed? Do you mean like an android or something different?" I ask. God, I know they tried to program us at Wammy's, but it didn't get like this.

Edited for Mun's epic grammar fail.

[goshikkurorita.livejournal.com]

Yin's eyes never drifted away from Mello's throat. Her eyes had not blinked in a while, which could be a testament to her self-control, but just before she spoke, her eyes closed and opened again in the most lethargic way, they it could shame even the most laziest sloth. "I am not an android. Because of Hell's Gate, and acquiring my abilities, I have lost all degrees of emotion. That is why they call me a Doll. That is why I am programmable."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"So, you were human?" I ask flatly. God, what would Wammy's do with that 'Hell's Gate' thing. "And, what were you programmed for?" Do I really want to know?

[goshikkurorita.livejournal.com]

The direction of her stare did not change. "I am still human," she said with humdrum. "I am programmed to track contractors, dolls and others to whom my employers wish under surveillance. But they need to be near water."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Near water? What use is that? How many people stay near water?" I ask. When the fuck did water become a way of tracking people. "How do you track them with water?"

[goshikkurorita.livejournal.com]

She looked toward a short, portly creature with skin that had begun to sag around its eyes, and white hair to grow from it's large pointed ears. It caught her gaze and they exchange a short, unspoken moment, before it bustled off to collect what she had wished for. "Wait," she murmured expressly to Mello. She drifted toward the desk and stood before the chair. The creature came bustling back with a brass bowl held aloft above his oblong-shaped head. Water sloshed against the sides, droplets raining down as he hurried to acquest to her muted appeal. The creature placed the bowl in front of her and then left the two to attend to other students.

She stared down at the surface of the water, it was dark against the brass of the bowl but it reflected the scene nevertheless. She stared at her own face. "The surface of the water is reflective. Like a mirror, or piece of glass. It is the world, reversed. It is a sight all its own." She dipped her hand into the water and spread out her fingers once they touched the base of the bowl. Nothing happened so far as others could see, but she had acquired an incomplete blueprint of the layout of Hogwarts. As all this happened, a clear blue agglomeration had formed along a wooden beam that ran the length of the Sorting Room. It looked as if it were staring down at the two of them, or rather, the black markings on what could be interpreted as the head, were facing them as Yin continued to explain.

"I send out Spectres that locate that which I seek. Water is my medium in which this is possible. The water could be large sums, like a river, ocean or stream. Or it could be the water in a bottle, or a glass, or the moisture ring left behind a cool containment of water." Her eyes never left her hand within the bowl. "Rain is not as helpful as one would think, however. Too complex and too interrupted for any clear sight to beheld," she murmured more to herself.