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

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((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 his shit-kickers. The man wasn't edgy or confused; he seemed at one, content and relaxed with his given situation. He had coloured tattoos up and down his bare arms, all melting into one another. He wore a band shirt which not only had undergone some savagery (no longer sleeved and frayed) was terribly loose on his willowy frame. He sported a collection of black bands around his wrist, ranging in thickness and spiked or not spiked styles, one even holding a shiny silver skull. Even before he seated himself, there was an inner awareness that the quill would act upon his spoken word, be it because he was a Sensitive .. or merely because he took the time to read the note beside it.

( Allow me to elucidate ... )

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

Fourth of July (Open RP)

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Vishous had been able to witness the conception of Independence Day personally. He was about thirty at the time, or something like that, and since he now resided in America, he thought it worth celebrating. Drinking alone gets droll sometimes, and Kuronue had mentioned drinking with him and Yukimura in passing the rare times they were alone together (passing in hallways or outside on campus grounds) and so, Vishous thought it might be worth a try.

Rather than risk angering the demon’s boyfriend, or whatever they were, he went in search of Yukimura first, thinking he could let the samurai deal with informing Kuronue on his own.

Yukimura was just leaving the compy lab when Vishous came upon him. He’d just been about to go to the library to find out why Americans would be setting off fireworks today when he saw V. “Hello,” he said, smiling and bowing slightly. “It’s been a while. Are you well?” he asked, pausing and waiting for the other man to approach him.

“Hey,” he greeted, sliding his hands into his pockets. He only had one gun today, and his daggers remained (more out of tradition than anything else) the black steal of their blades glinting a little as he came to a stop before Yukimura. “It has, and I’m,” shit, “doing okay.” He forced a slightly crooked, drunken smile. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, tilting his head a little.

( Wherein fireworks are set off. )

(OOC: Backdated to July 4th. Feel free to pick which of them you would like to talk with, or, you know, use this as a board for your own celebrations. There's a pile of fireworks near the balcony, feel free to make use of them.

Also, Yuki makes his appearance courtesy of Gdoc RPness, thus, permission has been given from Yuki-mun. )