Application for Rorschach / Walter Kovacs (The Watchmen)

[sugarcube_nazi]

A slight figure in a trench coat and fedora stepped warily into the room. He looked around. Where one would expect to see a face, there was instead a white fabric with symmetrical black markings, which shifted slowly, creating different shapes that might resemble any number of things, depending on who you asked: now a pretty butterfly, now a dead

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[lady_thujone]

Ohhh, a challenge.

La Fee Verte slinked closer to the applicant, a wave of anise-like fragrance drifting in her wake.

"You're far too hard on bars, sugar. It sounds like you just haven't been to the right ones. I think a drink would do you a world of good. Shall I fetch you something?"

[sugarcube_nazi]

Rorschach tensed. Her smell, her clothing, her seductive smooth-talking: it all made him suspicious and distinctly uncomfortable.

"No," he said gruffly.

[lady_thujone]

"It could be something with a straw," she cooed. "So you wouldn't have to take off that darling mask. Really, what a fashion statement! Or maybe you'd prefer a snack?"

Seemingly from nowhere, she produced a perfectly shaped, well-polished Granny Smith apple and held it out to him.

"I have chocolate, if you'd rather," she said in a husky whisper.

[sugarcube_nazi]

"Don't want anything." Rorschach folded his arms, not looking directly at her. As she became more persistent, he became more contemptuous.

[lucien_caron]

"That is a very good question."

[sugarcube_nazi]

"About the establishment?"

[lucien_caron]

"About the harrassment. Odd question to ask when applying to enter a school."

[sugarcube_nazi]

"Mmm. Someone thinking they're funny, most likely."

[gatorsurfing]

"Well, not everyone that goes to a bar is that bad. I've gone to bars myself. Usually to avoid going to some fancy function. I'd rather hang out with my friends."

[sugarcube_nazi]

"Hurm." The grunt might have expressed grudging acquiescence, or continuing disapproval; it was hard to say. "Where do all you people keep appearing from?" Rorschach was not one for conversation and this series of interviews was getting on his nerves.

[gatorsurfing]

"This is some school on Earth. A bit more primitive than I'm used to. Still, the food's good."

[sugarcube_nazi]

"Earth, huh? That make you some sort of spaceman? Ha."

Vote: Squib

[papayagami]

Let the records show that this is NOT Soichiro's week. Another fanatic hell bent on getting rid of the criminals by becoming one himself? (Or at least that's how Soichiro interpeted it.) Hell no.

[omg_sunflora]

"EEK! Your face changes!"

[sugarcube_nazi]

"Talking flower," said Rorschach, as if to himself.

This creature was perhaps the strangest thing he had yet encountered in this place. It looked harmless, though he knew that appearances could be deceiving.

"Don't worry about face."

[omg_sunflora]

"But it changes!" Sunflora tilted her head. "Are you a Pokemon?" No human had a face that changes, therefore he must be a Pokemon!

[sugarcube_nazi]

Rorschach stared. The patterns on his mask shifted.

"No," he said. A pause, and then, "What's pokemon?"