Application for Faye Valentine / Cowboy Bebop
“Wha... ”
There was a glare in the young woman’s eye as she turned on her heel, hand instinctively shooting up to block it out so her eyes adjusted to the scene. Once they did, it was nothing but instant disorientation as she clearly remembered being on Mars not too long ago.
“Hey, wait a minute! Now just where the Hell am I?! ..Spike? Jet?…. EDWARD?! Where are you guys… ?!” A long pause. “HEY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! QUIT PLAYING AROUND!” Her eyes searched rather frantically for any sign of a man with fluffy hair, one with too much muscle, and a little girl who was easily mistaken for a boy. Hell, she was even looking for the dog, but when it came down to it…and not even that little pest was in sight… Faye looked onward in desperation, suddenly filled with fear.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Faye jumped, her hands clasped at her chest. At first a look of surprise shaped her face, but then realization gradually started seeping in when she saw it was freakin’ Mickey Mouse. “Okay, this has to be some sort of joke…” She said, a hint of suspicion in her tone. “The name’s Faye. Faye Valentine. It‘s such a common name..”
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“My… quest? What?” The cat sort of threw her off when he was haphazardly at another place, suddenly getting the sneaking sensation that she was just on another planet… filled with old-time cartoon character holograms. “I… guess my quest is to find a way out of this place and back to the Bebop so I can BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF THOSE GUYS!” Turning to look over her shoulder, Faye, again, said, “I KNOW YOU CAN STILL HEAR 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?'"
After huffing and puffing for a moment, Faye returned her narrowed gaze on Mickey, her fists idly tightening at her sides. “Why do you keep asking me such pointless questions? Maybe you can tell me where I am instead -- I’d really appreciate that, thanks.”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
…
Okay, so they ignored her. That’s fine, she can handle things on her own. She had before many times, anyway. With arms crossed, Faye thought that she’d just need to go along with this for a while -- then maybe she’d get answers in the end. Grudgingly, she answered with, “I’d shoot a warning bullet near his head and see what he’d say about that.”
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
What were with these questions? Was it gonna get her anywhere? Arching her brow, Faye’s stance shifted as a sudden, small smirk ran across her lips, “Revolution, huh? So you’re saying that hasn’t happened yet? Amazing.” Then she paused. “Wait... what year is it?”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
“Hey! I asked you a question!” Of course, when there wasn’t an answer of any kind, Faye let out a disgruntled grunt and then said, “Okay, fine. Dark chocolate.“
"'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.'"
The giggling was a bit too much, in Faye’s opinion. Cocking a brow, she stared Mickey down as she remained stiff-necked and on guard, trying to cope with the given situation, believing she had just been left somewhere because those idiots thought it’d be funny. It’s not funny when she didn’t even have her ship to use to get back, though!
“The coolest? What a lame term…” The disinterest within her tone could easily be grasped when she rolled her eyes. She studied the ground and thought about it, all in the while tapping her foot out of aggravation. “Humans are really the only thing that’s intriguing,” she ended up saying in the end. “All that other stuff is just… too childish and naïve. Don‘t you think?”
"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?'"
“No,” Faye said simply. “Now if you’d be so kind as to tell me how to get out of here… “
((Hey, everyone. This be Sara-mun with Miss Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bebop! Fun, fun. Info is located in her userinfo, as needed, and uh, I believe that‘s about it?))
There was a glare in the young woman’s eye as she turned on her heel, hand instinctively shooting up to block it out so her eyes adjusted to the scene. Once they did, it was nothing but instant disorientation as she clearly remembered being on Mars not too long ago.
“Hey, wait a minute! Now just where the Hell am I?! ..Spike? Jet?…. EDWARD?! Where are you guys… ?!” A long pause. “HEY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! QUIT PLAYING AROUND!” Her eyes searched rather frantically for any sign of a man with fluffy hair, one with too much muscle, and a little girl who was easily mistaken for a boy. Hell, she was even looking for the dog, but when it came down to it…and not even that little pest was in sight… Faye looked onward in desperation, suddenly filled with fear.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Faye jumped, her hands clasped at her chest. At first a look of surprise shaped her face, but then realization gradually started seeping in when she saw it was freakin’ Mickey Mouse. “Okay, this has to be some sort of joke…” She said, a hint of suspicion in her tone. “The name’s Faye. Faye Valentine. It‘s such a common name..”
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“My… quest? What?” The cat sort of threw her off when he was haphazardly at another place, suddenly getting the sneaking sensation that she was just on another planet… filled with old-time cartoon character holograms. “I… guess my quest is to find a way out of this place and back to the Bebop so I can BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF THOSE GUYS!” Turning to look over her shoulder, Faye, again, said, “I KNOW YOU CAN STILL HEAR 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?'"
After huffing and puffing for a moment, Faye returned her narrowed gaze on Mickey, her fists idly tightening at her sides. “Why do you keep asking me such pointless questions? Maybe you can tell me where I am instead -- I’d really appreciate that, thanks.”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
…
Okay, so they ignored her. That’s fine, she can handle things on her own. She had before many times, anyway. With arms crossed, Faye thought that she’d just need to go along with this for a while -- then maybe she’d get answers in the end. Grudgingly, she answered with, “I’d shoot a warning bullet near his head and see what he’d say about that.”
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
What were with these questions? Was it gonna get her anywhere? Arching her brow, Faye’s stance shifted as a sudden, small smirk ran across her lips, “Revolution, huh? So you’re saying that hasn’t happened yet? Amazing.” Then she paused. “Wait... what year is it?”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
“Hey! I asked you a question!” Of course, when there wasn’t an answer of any kind, Faye let out a disgruntled grunt and then said, “Okay, fine. Dark chocolate.“
"'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.'"
The giggling was a bit too much, in Faye’s opinion. Cocking a brow, she stared Mickey down as she remained stiff-necked and on guard, trying to cope with the given situation, believing she had just been left somewhere because those idiots thought it’d be funny. It’s not funny when she didn’t even have her ship to use to get back, though!
“The coolest? What a lame term…” The disinterest within her tone could easily be grasped when she rolled her eyes. She studied the ground and thought about it, all in the while tapping her foot out of aggravation. “Humans are really the only thing that’s intriguing,” she ended up saying in the end. “All that other stuff is just… too childish and naïve. Don‘t you think?”
"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?'"
“No,” Faye said simply. “Now if you’d be so kind as to tell me how to get out of here… “
((Hey, everyone. This be Sara-mun with Miss Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bebop! Fun, fun. Info is located in her userinfo, as needed, and uh, I believe that‘s about it?))