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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[omg_sunflora]

"OH MY GOSH GIANT BUG!" Poor Sunflora, thinking she's in trouble again.

[tick_justice]

The Tick backed up to keep from stepping on the little flower. He bent down, "Say.. you don't happen to know someone by the name of El Seed, do you?"

[omg_sunflora]

Sunflora peeked out from under the table. "Noooooo...."

[tick_justice]

He looked relieved, "Okay, you look a little like him. You're not a supervillain, are you? You don't look evil."

[ringo_raver]

"Oh, no fair! How am I supposed to see your name if you wear that mask?"

[tick_justice]

"I'm the Tick, I already told you my name, chum!"

[ringo_raver]

"Bullshit! That is not your real name! If I wrote that in my Death Note, would you keel over and die?"

[tick_justice]

"It is so! I'm The Tick, I defend the City against evil! What's a death note?" he asked suspiciously, "It sounds.. evil."

[unluckiest_star]

Starman floated down from the ceiling.

"Gravity is not a harsh mistress, friend. Now, the Emerald Empress - there's a harsh mistress for you!"

[tick_justice]

He blinked, "Don't think I know her. Is she a supervillain? Maybe the girlfriend of Chairface Chippendale?"

[unluckiest_star]

"Yes! Yes she is a supervillain! With the Fatal Five!" Thom danced a little jig. "At last, somebody sane has come to Hogwarts!"

[tick_justice]

"Hmm. I don't know the Fatal Five. I know the Civic-Minded Five! Well fellow Justice-dealer, where is this supervillain? We can give her a big slice from the pie of justice, chum! With the ice cream of goodness on the side!"

[my_soul_itches]

((SPOOOOOON!))

A costume! This was something that Megan got. This was someone she could understand.

"Hi!" she said, flitting over. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Meg--Pixie! I'm Pixie," she said, deciding that this was a perfectly legitimate excuse to use her code name. "Welcome to Hogwarts! Did I say that already?"

[tick_justice]

"Oh keen! You have wings, just like Arthur! Hi Meg Pixie, I am the Tick! Are you a superhero too?"

[my_soul_itches]

"Just call me Pixie," she said. "I'm... kind of a superhero? More like one in training, sort of. And a witch in training." Double majoring in superhero and witch. Best school experience ever except when people blew up said school or evil people came through the Sorting Room, but it was an occupational hazard, wasn't it?

"I've never heard of you. Are you with one of the Initiative teams? Or," she said, her already rather large black eyes widening, "are you not registered?" Because that was so cool. All the unregistered guys seemed to be pretty awesome.

[tick_justice]

He scratched his head, yet again confused by the questions. "No my winged friend, I am the solitary defender of the City, along with my sidekick Arthur we defend it against badness and evil. We dispense the gravy of justice from the gravy boat of Nice!"

[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!"