Rose Wilson application
Rose was not impressed to find herself hitting ground that was several inches lower than she'd expected it to be, but she caught herself and dropped back into a ready stance. Last she'd known, she'd been running into a cloud of dust, and now she was in an... amusement park? She put her hands over her shoulders to check that both katanas were still where they belonged, and then looked around.
She stands her ground when the oddball in the big shoes and shorts comes out - at least he's wearing clothing. Better than some of the odder villains she's heard of. When he holds his hand out, she shakes it after a moment of staring. "Hello." Before she can ask what's going on, another voice joins the mouse's, and she looks up. At the mention of madness, she scowls and sticks her tongue out.
"That was temporary insanity. The judge said so."
She looked back at Mickey when he started rummaging, and sighed when the questions started. Though they were a little different than she expected.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Rose Wilson Worth. Ravager."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
She turns to raise an eyebrow at the Cat. "Firstly to figure out how the hell I got here... but beyond that?" She has to think for a moment. Her quest has changed a lot recently. "To get to know my new family, and teach them to trust me."
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Average windspeed of an unladen sparrow? Yes, I've seen the movie." She snorts when he flips to another page and another question, and sighs. "For Superboy to come back so that Robin would quit brooding. For my father to remember who he used to be." She pauses again, thinking. Wishes shouldn't be wasted. "And for Nightwing to get his head out of his ass permanently."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I'm a skilled fighter - I could serve as an enforcer or just fight for my food if I have to. There are other things, but I prefer not to think about them... and what revolution, exactly, are you referring to?"
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Dark, of course. If I want milk chocolate I'll melt a little dark and add some sugar and milk to it."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
Rose blinked at the mouse like he'd lost his marbles. Finally, she just shrugs and humors the mouse by answering. "Fairies, because their shoes remind me of the first Robin's pixie boots, which makes me think of his green panties, and... well... I miss the green panties. His new costume is so much darker." She sighs, then grins. "And ninjas. Because, well... just because. They're more of a challenge to fight than most humans."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
Rose raises an eyebrow at him, and touches the hilt of one katana. She figures it ought to be obvious, but just in case... "Yes."
((Intend to use Rose from post Teen Titans 46/Fifty-Two week 52))
She stands her ground when the oddball in the big shoes and shorts comes out - at least he's wearing clothing. Better than some of the odder villains she's heard of. When he holds his hand out, she shakes it after a moment of staring. "Hello." Before she can ask what's going on, another voice joins the mouse's, and she looks up. At the mention of madness, she scowls and sticks her tongue out.
"That was temporary insanity. The judge said so."
She looked back at Mickey when he started rummaging, and sighed when the questions started. Though they were a little different than she expected.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Rose Wilson Worth. Ravager."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
She turns to raise an eyebrow at the Cat. "Firstly to figure out how the hell I got here... but beyond that?" She has to think for a moment. Her quest has changed a lot recently. "To get to know my new family, and teach them to trust me."
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Average windspeed of an unladen sparrow? Yes, I've seen the movie." She snorts when he flips to another page and another question, and sighs. "For Superboy to come back so that Robin would quit brooding. For my father to remember who he used to be." She pauses again, thinking. Wishes shouldn't be wasted. "And for Nightwing to get his head out of his ass permanently."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I'm a skilled fighter - I could serve as an enforcer or just fight for my food if I have to. There are other things, but I prefer not to think about them... and what revolution, exactly, are you referring to?"
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Dark, of course. If I want milk chocolate I'll melt a little dark and add some sugar and milk to it."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
Rose blinked at the mouse like he'd lost his marbles. Finally, she just shrugs and humors the mouse by answering. "Fairies, because their shoes remind me of the first Robin's pixie boots, which makes me think of his green panties, and... well... I miss the green panties. His new costume is so much darker." She sighs, then grins. "And ninjas. Because, well... just because. They're more of a challenge to fight than most humans."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
Rose raises an eyebrow at him, and touches the hilt of one katana. She figures it ought to be obvious, but just in case... "Yes."
((Intend to use Rose from post Teen Titans 46/Fifty-Two week 52))