Application for Brain/Pinky and the Brain

[brain-wb.livejournal.com]

With the final solder put in place, Brain raises his welding mask up from his face and puts down the Bic lighter. Wiping sweat from his brow he stands back and looks at his newest invention.

"So Brain." comes a high pitched voice from behind a stack of wires, "What are we gunna do tonight?"

"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!" Brain starts walking toward a set of switches he has lined up.

"Come here Pinky. This is my latest invention." Brain sweeps his arm with a great flourish showing off a metal platform with humming Tesla coils all around it. "With a flick of these switches I can teleport myself anywhere in the world. By doing this I can then rearrange all the mailing address and billing statements at the credit card companies around the world and send the bills to that crazy rabbit over in lab 5. By doing this it will cause an economic collapse when he tries to pay for everything in carrots. With the world economy in disarray, I will step forward and purchase all the ranch dressing stocks. Do you know what this means, Pinky?"

"Ummm..." Pinky scratches behind an ear. "But how will we get all the monkeys to play dueling banjos?"

Brain slaps his hand against his forehead and silently counts to a trillion.

"No, Pinky. It means that all those carrots will go to waste unless they buy our brand of ranch dressing. In that dressing we will be using an extract that will cause people to blindly follow commands from a specific frequency. Which we will use the satellite dish on top of the labs to send forth. People will then have an incredible urge to come here and bow down and worship me as their one and true king!"

"Oooo...NARF!!  That's great Brain."

Then Pinky trips over a wire while balancing a food pellet on the end of his nose. As he falls backwards, Brain is standing on the metal platform checking out one of the coils. Pinky lands on the switches and with an audible CLICK there is a humming of power and a blinding flash of light.

Brain feels as if every atom in his body is ripped apart and slammed together at once as energy cascades all over his body. With an audible POP! Brain is gone.

POP!

A large gate is looming before him cheerful music can be heard behind the gates and a HUGE mouse is standing before Brain.

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

Brain instantly recognizes Mickey. "Why yes, my name is Brain."

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.



"I am the other mouse that is trying to take over the world!"

"'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?'"

"My first wish would be to RULE THE WORLD!" Brain ponders a moment on the
value of his other two wishes and then replies. "The other two wishes I
would put in escrow till needed."

"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?"

"WHY YES!!!! As soon as you wish me free then I can grant unlimited wishes"

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

"There will be no need for me to BARTER. I will be the leader of the revolution and as such I will have whatever I need."

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
 
"White, of course."

"'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.'"

"I would say robots and humans. I can program both to do anything I need them to do."

"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?'"

 "Just my intellect."

Comments

[that-depends.livejournal.com]

((Psst. Yay for the Brain - love him! and he's very IC - but could you please lj-cut this app? Also, you might want to check through your punctuation. Thanks!))

[brain-wb.livejournal.com]

(( TY for saying I am in IC. I spent 2 days writing this up and the app went through A TON of revisions. Just to let you all know this is my first attempt at an online RP. Also my first time using LJ. I must admit it has been YEARS since I put pen to paper and tried writing again. Please bear with me. I will post as fast as I can in response to all posts and revise everything I say at least twice before I hit enter. Even then I have urges to revise afterwards. So please feel free to tell me where I screwed up and what not. And I will endeavor to make sure I make the same mistake at least 5 more times  ))

[that-depends.livejournal.com]

((Not a problem. ^_^ Thanks for the lj-cut and welcome to the game! Let us know if you've got any questions - I know LJ can take a little while to get used to.))

[superherogifted.livejournal.com]

((OMG so excited. I love the Brain, you have no idea.))

As soon as Virgil hears the announcement, he has to go check this out. Hey, he can't help it, seeing as while he does watch a lot of cartoons, Pinky and the Brain were definitely in his (non-superhero) Top 5. He decides it'd be fun to go in full Static costume, so he wears the costume as well as the mask he's been neglecting lately and flies up.

"Definitely the best genie answers yet," he says, grinning widely. "But the sharp intellect joke is just old hat." He'd made a similar remark when he'd arrived, and thinks it's kind of cool that the Brain said nearly the same thing even if he suspects the Brain was joking far less than he had been.

[brain-wb.livejournal.com]

Brain stares at the young man FLOATING in midair before him and ponders how he has managed to pull this off. He slowly walks around and under the hover board. Unfortunately the leftover charge from the teleport decides now would be a good time to ground itself out onto Static's board.

With an audible ZAP, a small bolt of electricity connects itself from the top of Brain's head to the bottom of the board. It throws Brain across the way to land at the feet of Mickey. With a trail of smoke coming from the top of his head, Brain looks slightly dazed and looks once again at the young man.

[superherogifted.livejournal.com]

"Uh, sorry about that," Virgil says. He steps off his disc, cuts the power, and folds it up in his hands. He probably could have prevented that from happening if he'd realized Brain might carry a charge, but it was hard to do with someone so small.

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

Duckula was astonished to hear someone call themselves a mouse, apart from that strange not-cousin of his who he ran into when he got here. Naturally, he had more of an interest when animals arrived, even if this one sounded more Igor's type. It was someone who might understand what it's like to be smaller and significantly more 2-D than everyone else. Possibly.

"I always thought wit was sharper than intellect. Wit can come and jab you in the back like a sword or something equally as dangerous. Intellect gives you about as much cutting power as a piece of paper. You'd have to turn it into wit first. Sort of like enriching uranium, which it sounds like you've had plenty of practice of." Duckula was always one to defeat Igor-types with non-sensical rambling about the least contraversial bit of what they said.

[brain-wb.livejournal.com]

Mood: frazzled to preoccupied
Brain stands up and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. As he is about to respond to the floating boy a new voice catches his attention. He turns and listens to the pointless rambling of this green duck.
“As much as your wit is saber quick, I must say that I do not have time for a pointless debate about enriching uranium. Unless you happen to have some lying around that I can have.” Brain turns around and starts walking away. “Come Pinky we must go back to lab and plan for tomorrow night.” As Brain starts to walk away he stops in mid step when Pinky’s normal response does not come to him.

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

Duckula laughs a little, then gives the mouse a quizzical look, "I'm not Pinky, I'm Duckula. And I'm afraid we're a bit short of uranium at the minute. You could come back next week." He did think he was funny, after all.

[demoted-again.livejournal.com]

Dick could clearly hear the voice, but he couldn't see where it was coming from. In fact, if Brain wouldn't have kept talking, Dick might had accidentally stepped on the little mouse!

"....Whoa...hey there, pal!" he greeted in a friendly way, blinking a couple of times.

[brain-wb.livejournal.com]

As Brain stops in mid step turning to look for Pinky he notices everyone standing around greeting him. " Yes. nice to meet you all. But as of this moment i seem to be missing my compatriot. Have any of you seen a white mouse about 2 and half inches tall and has a perchance to say strange things." Brain slowly starts looking around where he appeared. Slowly the past 20 minutes starts replaying in Brains mind. He remembers talking to Pinky and then a sudden feeling of implosion. Brain takes and slaps his hand to his forehead and slowly drags it down his face. He lets out a long exasperated sigh. " It seems I am in a quandary. Can someone tell me how to get out of here?"

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

((Do you mind replying to Virgil and Duckula when you can wrangle the computer back for a while? XD It's not necessarily a real-time kind of thing. Once we have a bit more in the way of interactions, I can give Brain a land and get him into the park. Thanks!))

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

Sadly, the other mouse had stopped replying, so Mickey had to do what he always had to do in these situations. He nodded and invisible hands took Brain to the monorail and out of the park.