Brainiac Five/Querl Dox (Legion of Superheroes - animated)

[brainy5]

"...This is not my lab." Brainiac 5 looked around the room, which was... nothing at all like his lab, actually. His lab was definitely not a large stone room, and not even remotely as... primitive? Yes, primitive seemed like the right word. Not that there was anything wrong with primitive, it was just an accurate descriptor.On discovering the

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[bantersucks]

((Going directly to bed now, but had to tag to this.))

The skinny teenager reading over the application looked distinctly nervous but was trying to quell it. Or hide it. "...yeah, I heard you the first time. Shh." The applicant seemed pretty vehement about question 2, though.

He cleared his throat. "Uh, hate to break it to you, but the date isn't 2500 anything." Unless Galactic Standard happened to be 493 years ahead of A.D., but somehow he doubted it.

[brainy5]

Do not sigh, do not act put upon, BE NICE. "The question asked for time, not date. 2500 indicates the 25th hour of any given day. Not every planet shares Earth's 24 hour diurnal cycle. In fact, most don't."

[bantersucks]

((Will be VERY slow. You can pretend Jaime came in after Brenda 'cause it's OOC for him not to ask about the Reach, and Brainy can roll his eyes about being asked certain questions AGAIN.))

Jaime sighed. "Hey, you didn't exactly make it clear you knew what date it was. Not everybody's a twelfth-level intellect, y'know." He set the copy of the application down, wincing as the scarab continued its litany of why this guy was a threat. "No," he hissed at it, gritting his teeth. Ever since Halloween it had been crankier than ever. "Define 'the good guys?'"

[brainy5]

Note to self: include definition of 'good guys' in any future application/audition to magic schools in the past. "The Legion of Superheroes, in my case. You won't have heard of it, since it exists 1000 years in the future."

[insane_mil_cmdr]

"I see. Then, you deny uselessness on the basis that you are a tech." Crais reached over his shoulder and removed a circular metal plug from the back of his neck. "Can you make some adjustments to this device?"

[brainy5]

"Certainly." Say yes first, figure things out afterwards. 'Yes, I can fix it' was always the right answer, anyway. Brainy looked at the device with interest, as it was new, and... well, new tech was a novelty. "What sort of adjustments?"

[insane_mil_cmdr]

"The - system - it was designed to allow me to interface with is -" dead. Talyn is dead. He swallowed. "- has been destroyed. I hoped it could be modified to let me interface with the intellant machines in use on this world."

[brainy5]

"Ah. Yes, that should be simple enough, assuming..." He took the device and examined it more closely. "How extensive would your interface need to be?" He looked human, so Brainiac added, "Humans can't back up their data, so there would be considerable risk involved in a true interface." He always backed himself up before interfacing - it was just good sense.

[ibrokeaplanet]

Brenda read through the application and smirked. "You're pretty proud of that 'twelfth-level intellect'. You wouldn't be any relation to a guy name of Metron by any chance, would you?"

[brainy5]

"Not that I'm aware of. My family has been limited to straight-line descent according to all available records." New Brainiac iterations only, it seemed.

[ibrokeaplanet]

"Meh. He's big with the 'I know everything. Why? 'Cause I'm Metron' attitude. Thought I saw a resemblance there, even though he's not green." She grinned. "I'm Brenda, by the way. Um, if you don't mind my asking, are parts of you, um, metal? Like armor, maybe?"

[brainy5]

"We're not related. Promise." He tried a smile, because... why not? Tactically, it was a good idea to get along with the other denizens of the school. "Brainiac Five. Pleased to meet you. Parts of me can be metallic, and I can simulate armor if I need to. Why?"

[wh0_kill3d_m3]

"Good. Not killing, that's good. Could you be a little more specific on the 'one of the good guys' thing though, please? I mean, how do you know you're a good guy? How do I know you're a good guy?"

Laura's treecat Galahad, draped over her shoulders as usual, turned his head and chirped in her ear. "Okay, this fella says you're a good guy and he's got excellent judgment. But, y'know, theoretically."

[brainy5]

"I'm a senior member of the Legion of Superheroes." He held out his hand to show her his flight ring, then added, "In the 31st century, so don't worry if you haven't heard of it."

[wh0_kill3d_m3]

She nodded at the ring. "This is the 21st century, so probably not. Besides, I kind of lost a decade or two there myself, so there's lots of things I've never heard of. I may be way off-base, but going by appearances, aren't you kind of young to be a senior member of anything?"

[brainy5]

"No member of the Legion is that much older than I am, and my particular abilities are not dependent on age." He was younger than the rest of his friends, but it never mattered, because it wasn't like they'd be able to do anything useful without him. Which was a little frightening since they were now without him.

[impulsivekid]

"BRAINY!" There is a blur, and then a certain impulsive young speedster is grinning at the other boy. This is so cool, Bart never expected anyone from his real time to show up, and the fact that it's one of his cousins teammates is even cooler.

"Hi!"

[brainy5]

All right, that was... a little more enthusiastic than most greetings Brainiac Five got. Admittedly, he had a bad habit of annoying fellow Legionnaires, but it really wasn't his fault that they got insulted and angry when he told them they were doing things wrong.

It was nice, though! Really! "Hi. If I'd known I was coming here," and that Bart was here, too, "I'd have brought a message from Jenni." Pause. "What are you doing here?"

[impulsivekid]

At least he hasn't called Bart a monkey yet. Bart is thankful of small favors. "I'm learning magic! Oooh, ooh, watch!" Bart whips out his wand and waves it around-

In the interest of making that last line sound less perverted, Bart takes the wand he got for performing magic at this school, made of wood, and waves it around. "Incarne Infernum!" And his wand makes like a flamethrower, none of it pointed near Brainy, of course.

[brainy5]

"That's...." WHO LET BART HAVE FIRE? That was a bad idea. Even though the flamethrower stick wasn't pointed at him, Brainy took a step or two back. Just In Case. "...very nice? Please tell me none of what you're... learning... involves particle beams."