The Mighty Blue Avenger! ((application, open rp))

[tick_justice]

“SPOOON!”

The cry was followed by a deafening crash as a gigantic man in blue plowed headfirst into the solid flagstones of the Sorting Room, hard enough to leave sizeable cracks.

Yes, the Tick, Guardian of The City, the Mighty Blue Avenger, has come to Hogwarts. And landed on his head.

Woozily he sat up, clapping a hand to his forehead. “Ugh,

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[good_golly_day]

Cathy Dollanganger swept into the sorting room, having spent the last few days admiring herself in the full-length mirror she'd installed in her suite in Tootsietramp. However, no matter how much self-adulation she could muster--and she could muster a lot--Cathy wanted someone else to admire her.

Thus it was that she vamped into the sorting room, whistling a song. She looked around for someone to admire her, spotted the Tick, and made her way over to him, taking a cursory glance at his application.

"You didn't offer a bribe," she commented. "But I'll vote you somewhere if you promise to protect me from evil. Particularly evil in the form of sugar doughnuts." She batted her eyes and attempted to look adorable, which, at least in her own opinion, was an easy feat.

[tick_justice]

"Evil doughnuts, eh? It sounds like the work of The Breadmaster! A criminal genius and purveyor of baked bads rather than warm baked goods!" He looked around wildly for the villian, expecting an attack from any direction.

"Tell me citizen, are there many evil baked goods here? Bread bombs? Muffin mines? How long has The Breadmaster been plying his wickedly delicious trade?"

Sadly for Cathy, the Tick's idea of adorable stopped somewhere around puppies and kittens. The opposite sex was far to complicated for his rather one track mind to grasp.

[good_golly_day]

Cathy shook her head. "I don't know if there are any evil doughnut poisoners here," she admitted. "But an awful lot of people hate me because I'm beautiful." Yes, she totally said this with a straight face. "So it wouldn't surprise me if someone were out to kill me."

[tick_justice]

"It must be the work of The Breadmaster! Or perhaps the sinister Venus! She stole our arms once! Have you seen any robots with someone else's arms, citizen? Maybe she's working -with- The Breadmaster!"

Tick began circling the room, looking for a way out. A nigh-invulnerable superhero can only crash into the walls a dozen or more times before he finally realized he can't get out the way he usually does.

"Say.. how do I get out of here anyway? I can't fight evil in here!"

[good_golly_day]

Cathy had pretty much given up on the Tick by this point. He didn't seem to want to hear about her and her problems, which meant he was obviously not a person of great discernment.

"You have to talk to the Hat," she said. "And he'll put you in a house with a name you probably can't pronounce. Then you can leave." It was a surprisingly helpful answer, coming from Cathy.

[tick_justice]

Poor Cathy. She just happened on a fellow who wasn't exceedingly perceptive beyond the endless battle of goodness versus.. not goodness.

"A hat? That talks? Is it another villain, attempting to keep me from my nightly patrols? You can't stop justice!"

[good_golly_day]

"No, it's just a very conceited piece of headgear," said Cathy. "I don't think it cares much about justice or anything else." She flashed the Tick a brilliant smile. "Well, thanks so much for all your help. Good luck finding those master criminals." And she swept out with as much dignity as she could manage.