Application for Nymphadora Tonks
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dizzy_land((HERE THAR BE SPOILERS FOR DEATHLY HALLOWS
Also, in Tonks's journal as well. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH HER IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK AND DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, I will feel really freaking bad.))
With a flash of green, Tonks felt the life being sucked out of her, and everything went black. She didn't even feel her body hit the ground. It seemed like ages and forever but also no time at all when she opened her eyes again - Well, she wasn't expecting that. When she opened her eyes, she was standing outside, and there was... A mouse?
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Tonks hesitates, completely unsure of what's going on, and adopts a defensive sort of stance. She had just been hit by Avada Kedavra, hadn't she? "...Tonks. Just. Tonks."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
She knew it was something sinister. Tonks frowns. "To protect people, to fight against You-Know-Who. What the hell is this?"
"'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?'"
Wha... Tonks raises an eyebrow, her stance loosening just a bit. "...Three wishes?"
...Oh, Hell. The afterlife isn't ruled by Mickey Mouse, is it?
"That'd be that You-Know-Who was completely gone," Tonks begins tentatively. After a moment, she continues. "To bring back everyone he's killed... And..." Tonks smiles slightly at this, though sadly. "Make it so that Remus isn't or wasn't a werewolf... So things might be easier for him."
"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?"
The lack of attacks so far is comforting (not to mention the fact that that huge ugly mouse is a muggle invention, and therefore probably not being used by Death Eaters), and though she doesn't completely let her guard down, Tonks answers this one far more easily. "I'd tell him, 'Hey, three wishes or no wishes! It's up to you.'"
Mickey looks rather nonplussed at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Tonks tenses immediately. Revolution. "The only revolution will be what we're doing now, and I have full faith in everyone fighting that there won't need to be another."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Okay, what? First 'your quest', then wishes, then talk of a revolution and now chocolate? ...Dementors! "Milk and dark are the only ones that are actually chocolate, so white won't work, will it? I figured you'd know that. Why, lost control?"
"'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.'"
"Er..." Tonks reaches up and ruffles her own hair as it goes through a couple shades of green. She pauses, throws her hand down, and glares at the mouse. "Alright, damn it! Enough with the ridiculous questions, what is going on?!
"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, I don't carry sharp things, I'm too clumsy. "Listen, mouse, I don't know what I'm doing here, but I can tell you my wand is more dangerous than anything sharp I might have on my person."
((OOC: She's taken directly after her death - As in, seconds after.))
Also, in Tonks's journal as well. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH HER IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK AND DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, I will feel really freaking bad.))
With a flash of green, Tonks felt the life being sucked out of her, and everything went black. She didn't even feel her body hit the ground. It seemed like ages and forever but also no time at all when she opened her eyes again - Well, she wasn't expecting that. When she opened her eyes, she was standing outside, and there was... A mouse?
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Tonks hesitates, completely unsure of what's going on, and adopts a defensive sort of stance. She had just been hit by Avada Kedavra, hadn't she? "...Tonks. Just. Tonks."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
She knew it was something sinister. Tonks frowns. "To protect people, to fight against You-Know-Who. What the hell is this?"
"'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?'"
Wha... Tonks raises an eyebrow, her stance loosening just a bit. "...Three wishes?"
...Oh, Hell. The afterlife isn't ruled by Mickey Mouse, is it?
"That'd be that You-Know-Who was completely gone," Tonks begins tentatively. After a moment, she continues. "To bring back everyone he's killed... And..." Tonks smiles slightly at this, though sadly. "Make it so that Remus isn't or wasn't a werewolf... So things might be easier for him."
"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?"
The lack of attacks so far is comforting (not to mention the fact that that huge ugly mouse is a muggle invention, and therefore probably not being used by Death Eaters), and though she doesn't completely let her guard down, Tonks answers this one far more easily. "I'd tell him, 'Hey, three wishes or no wishes! It's up to you.'"
Mickey looks rather nonplussed at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Tonks tenses immediately. Revolution. "The only revolution will be what we're doing now, and I have full faith in everyone fighting that there won't need to be another."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Okay, what? First 'your quest', then wishes, then talk of a revolution and now chocolate? ...Dementors! "Milk and dark are the only ones that are actually chocolate, so white won't work, will it? I figured you'd know that. Why, lost control?"
"'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.'"
"Er..." Tonks reaches up and ruffles her own hair as it goes through a couple shades of green. She pauses, throws her hand down, and glares at the mouse. "Alright, damn it! Enough with the ridiculous questions, what is going on?!
"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?'"
((OOC: She's taken directly after her death - As in, seconds after.))
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Date: 2007-08-07 03:37 am (UTC)He shook his head, then tried a nervous smile. "That's really ridiculous of him. I think the mouse is okay. Maybe...." Okay, so he was on the fence about it, but he didn't think Mickey would actually KILL people.
"But anyhow, we come here, get told where we belong, we can live wherever we like. And you get a mailbox. You can put letters in it to people and they'll just go to whoever you address them too," Setsuna started explaining.
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Date: 2007-08-09 04:08 pm (UTC)She nodded again, listening carefully. "Just like that? Doesn't some..." Careful! "...Person deliver them?"
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:10 pm (UTC)A pause followed, then the kid said, frowning, "It isn't just Mickey. Everything here is creepy. Look out the gate and tell me that isn't creepy."