Application for Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle III (DC Comics)
((Contacted the four active DC-muns about this to get permission. Jaime is being pulled from right after Blue Beetle #14. NOTE: Jaime's armor has a mind of its own. Anyone with special abilities, PLEASE check out this tl;dr post on the scarab and how it might react to you - and let me know what you want it to detect - before posting! SYLAR I'M LOOKING AT YOU.))
"AAAAAAAHHHH -"
From out of nowhere, a skinny teenage boy falls face down into the Sorting Room, slamming into the stone floor.
Hard.
"Ow."
Slowly, painfully, Jaime pushes himself up into a kneeling position, rubbing a sore shoulder as he looks around the room, surprised but seemingly not panicking yet. This is a kid who is used to being thrown into insane situations. "Uh, hello?" No answer. He seems to be muttering to himself as he takes stock of his surroundings. "I know. Shut up."
He finally gets to his feet and notices the application, staring at the questions. "Okay, this has got to be a joke." He takes a step back as the quill moves on its own, hovering expectantly over the page. "Whoa! I said shut up. What are you gonna do, blast the magic feather pen?"
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Uh, pepper jack, I guess. Milagro won't touch it, so I don't have to worry about her stealing my cheeseburger." He blinks as the quill pen immediately takes down his answer and even spells his little sister's name right. "Hey, that's pretty cool."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He opens his mouth to answer, but pauses, listening to something else only he can hear before covering his face with his hand and groaning. It takes him a second to recover and answer the question.
"I'm not gonna kill anybody," he says firmly. "They're both annoying, but - I can just change the channel. Not like I have to live with either one of 'em."
3. What time is it where you are?
He looks at his watch. "It's 5:30 in El Paso." Indicating the room, he adds, "But I'm pretty sure this isn't El Paso, so I don't 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.
"Sexually harass?" Jaime laughs nervously. "Okay, no. I'm not gonna touch that - uh, I mean, no comment. Too many levels of wrong." He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Whoever wrote this is worse 'n Paco, and that's saying something."
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
Jaime snorts. "Escarabajo, with my luck." He pauses, realizing the quill's writing that down. Crap. "Uh, 'cause I'm never gonna live that one down." Good enough cover. An embarrassing story makes more sense to hide than the story of a piece of alien tech fusing itself to his spine.
B. 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.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
"Ooookay... um, I don't know who these guys are and why mythology's got anything to do with who gets married to who. This really isn't my area." The quill dutifully writes that, but still hovers beneath the question, as if expecting more. Jaime sighs. "Whoever he wants. Whichever one who likes him for himself, including all the weird or bad stuff. So he can be himself and not have to lie all the time."
C. 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.
"Yeah, um, maybe trying to 'dispose' of it is why it keeps coming back? That doesn't work with homework but I wish it did. Maybe you should actually do it, or get someone else to. Or get a job that doesn't involve that much paperwork."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
"Depends on who you ask," Jaime says, seemingly more at ease with this question. "I helped get my Dad's garage back from the bank and I help out there on the weekends, so I'm pretty good with cars. I'm always babysitting my little sister, so if I ever have to deal with wild animals I guess I've got some experience there too. And I usually end up helping Brenda out with algebra. Which is saying something since she's the know-it-all in everything else. I've got an idea what I'm gonna do after high school and I'm saving up for it." He doesn't say what, seemingly distracted by something. "No, you don't count. You're like the opposite of useful." He sighs as the quill jots that down. "Wait, don't - ah, crap."
The quill is still waiting for more. "Hey, I'm sixteen. I gotta do what I can and fix what I can, even if I can't fix everything. It's something, right?" He doesn't sound convinced, but the quill moves on.
Jaime lets out a breath, relieved. Yeah, there's a lot more he could add to that answer, but he doesn't want to.
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.
"Don't really want to be here? I don't even know where here is or how I got here!" The quill hovers expectantly, unphased by the outburst.
Sighing, he digs through his pockets for a second, only to realize it's a lost cause. "Great. Of course, I got nothing." He stops. "- storage capability? Why didn't you tell me you could -" Oh, no, there goes the quill again. This time, Jaime lunges for it, managing to only partially scratch out his last comment before it wrests itself free of his grip, shaking itself like a scolding finger. Jaime scowls at it and folds his arms.
"You want a bribe? Okay, fine. If somebody needs their car looked at, I can figure out what's wrong. Can't guarantee I can fix it, but I can probably tell you what needs to be done. I don't have any money or anything to bribe people with, 'cause my wallet's in El Paso and I just got dumped here with no warning. So can someone just show me the door already or tell me what's going on? If this is a joke, it's not funny."
No answer. He glares at the quill for a second before sitting down on the stone floor and rubbing his temples. "I bet this kind of thing never happens to Batman."
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JR
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JR.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JR
One day, marmalade will rule the world. As long as it's not the Reach JR
"AAAAAAAHHHH -"
From out of nowhere, a skinny teenage boy falls face down into the Sorting Room, slamming into the stone floor.
Hard.
"Ow."
Slowly, painfully, Jaime pushes himself up into a kneeling position, rubbing a sore shoulder as he looks around the room, surprised but seemingly not panicking yet. This is a kid who is used to being thrown into insane situations. "Uh, hello?" No answer. He seems to be muttering to himself as he takes stock of his surroundings. "I know. Shut up."
He finally gets to his feet and notices the application, staring at the questions. "Okay, this has got to be a joke." He takes a step back as the quill moves on its own, hovering expectantly over the page. "Whoa! I said shut up. What are you gonna do, blast the magic feather pen?"
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Uh, pepper jack, I guess. Milagro won't touch it, so I don't have to worry about her stealing my cheeseburger." He blinks as the quill pen immediately takes down his answer and even spells his little sister's name right. "Hey, that's pretty cool."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He opens his mouth to answer, but pauses, listening to something else only he can hear before covering his face with his hand and groaning. It takes him a second to recover and answer the question.
"I'm not gonna kill anybody," he says firmly. "They're both annoying, but - I can just change the channel. Not like I have to live with either one of 'em."
3. What time is it where you are?
He looks at his watch. "It's 5:30 in El Paso." Indicating the room, he adds, "But I'm pretty sure this isn't El Paso, so I don't 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.
"Sexually harass?" Jaime laughs nervously. "Okay, no. I'm not gonna touch that - uh, I mean, no comment. Too many levels of wrong." He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Whoever wrote this is worse 'n Paco, and that's saying something."
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
Jaime snorts. "Escarabajo, with my luck." He pauses, realizing the quill's writing that down. Crap. "Uh, 'cause I'm never gonna live that one down." Good enough cover. An embarrassing story makes more sense to hide than the story of a piece of alien tech fusing itself to his spine.
B. 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.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
"Ooookay... um, I don't know who these guys are and why mythology's got anything to do with who gets married to who. This really isn't my area." The quill dutifully writes that, but still hovers beneath the question, as if expecting more. Jaime sighs. "Whoever he wants. Whichever one who likes him for himself, including all the weird or bad stuff. So he can be himself and not have to lie all the time."
C. 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.
"Yeah, um, maybe trying to 'dispose' of it is why it keeps coming back? That doesn't work with homework but I wish it did. Maybe you should actually do it, or get someone else to. Or get a job that doesn't involve that much paperwork."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
"Depends on who you ask," Jaime says, seemingly more at ease with this question. "I helped get my Dad's garage back from the bank and I help out there on the weekends, so I'm pretty good with cars. I'm always babysitting my little sister, so if I ever have to deal with wild animals I guess I've got some experience there too. And I usually end up helping Brenda out with algebra. Which is saying something since she's the know-it-all in everything else. I've got an idea what I'm gonna do after high school and I'm saving up for it." He doesn't say what, seemingly distracted by something. "No, you don't count. You're like the opposite of useful." He sighs as the quill jots that down. "Wait, don't - ah, crap."
The quill is still waiting for more. "Hey, I'm sixteen. I gotta do what I can and fix what I can, even if I can't fix everything. It's something, right?" He doesn't sound convinced, but the quill moves on.
Jaime lets out a breath, relieved. Yeah, there's a lot more he could add to that answer, but he doesn't want to.
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.
"Don't really want to be here? I don't even know where here is or how I got here!" The quill hovers expectantly, unphased by the outburst.
Sighing, he digs through his pockets for a second, only to realize it's a lost cause. "Great. Of course, I got nothing." He stops. "- storage capability? Why didn't you tell me you could -" Oh, no, there goes the quill again. This time, Jaime lunges for it, managing to only partially scratch out his last comment before it wrests itself free of his grip, shaking itself like a scolding finger. Jaime scowls at it and folds his arms.
"You want a bribe? Okay, fine. If somebody needs their car looked at, I can figure out what's wrong. Can't guarantee I can fix it, but I can probably tell you what needs to be done. I don't have any money or anything to bribe people with, 'cause my wallet's in El Paso and I just got dumped here with no warning. So can someone just show me the door already or tell me what's going on? If this is a joke, it's not funny."
No answer. He glares at the quill for a second before sitting down on the stone floor and rubbing his temples. "I bet this kind of thing never happens to Batman."
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JR
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JR.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JR
One day, marmalade will rule the world. As long as it's not the Reach JR