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Application for Nathan Petrelli, from "Heroes"
(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))
...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?
One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so...crackedcasual.
Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.
What a dump.
He didn't even know where to begin with this place. All stone walls and stark wooden furniture and, Jesus, this place looked straight out of medieval times or something. He was fairly sure he'd even passed a suit of armor on the way in. And a moving picture, but that... no. He'd seen more than he should have in the last few days - super strength, time stopping, people exploding - but damn if he was still chalking it up to his eyes playing tricks on him. Flying off from New York, all the way to Scotland, would do that to someone. It would.
Right. Down to business, huh? There was only a stack of papers on the table in view. No way to find Peter right off the bat and make his life, in general, so much easier, was there?
...No, of course not.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Cheese?" Nathan repeated aloud to himself, letting his eyes briefly search the room before settling back onto the paper. What the hell was this? "Jesus, what have I walked into?" he added in a mutter, fishing around for a pen in his inner jacket pocket and retrieving a clicky ballpoint, 'VOTE PETRELLI' inscribed in cheap silver across the side. They had so many of these stupid things left over. Nathan felt slightly ridiculous rising to that kind of level of narcissism in which he was writing with a pen with his own name on it. But what the hell.
Parmesan, he wrote without much more debate, and, really, there was no contest. Hey, he wasn't afraid of his sickeningly Italian love for the stuff on pasta.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
...Okay, his sons watched Barney. And... did anyone really watch Carrottop? Ever? Either way, that was just wrong. He was automatically thinking back to Linderman, the gun... God. He'd really rather NOT kill somebody unless it really came down to that level of necessity.
Carrottop, he scribbled down in nearly indecipherable chicken scratch anyway, as if he felt obligated to answer the question. For every time I had to watch that damn 1-800-COLLECT commercial.
3. What time is it where you are?
What kind of pointless questionnaire was this? He'd just wanted to grab Peter and get the hell out of here, and now people were asking him about the time. He glanced to his watch with a sigh, scrawling out the time with a frown. Time for him to shove this application right up the ass of whoever was responsible, was what.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." Yeah, he couldn't help it with that question. "Married? Happily." Not that Niki Sanders would vouch for that, but... beside the point.
He left the question blank, with a roll of his eyes. Honestly.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
Seriously. Did Peter make this crap up? Just to piss him off, wasn't it? "Fun and game time's over, Pete," he called out in a cautious sort of voice, to nobody in particular, eyes flickering dubiously away from the application. ...Yeah, he was alone. And probably going a little nuts too, now, at this juncture. Petrellis really did keep it in the family, huh?
Okay. Bar name. Right. Amuse the masses. Something he was uncomfortably used to.
Flying Man's
Nathan almost cracked a bit of a grin. Almost. Hiro was pretty flattering. Kind of cute when he did that. But, yeah, very much no.
Petrelli's? What the hell. Short. Sweet. To the point.
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
...This was some ploy to get him to finally spill his opinion on gay marriage, wasn't it? He'd won the election and he was still paranoid. Jeez.
This was hypothetical, right? Good.
Harry should... pick whomever he's happy with. Someone who makes him smile.
No comments about marriages, civil unions, anything that could be twisted around to make him out to be a homophobe or so far into the closet that he was seeing Narnia, posted in the Times the next day. Awesome
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Because they didn't have a team of people hired to deal with crap like this, like he had? ...Possibly.
Invest in flamethrowers. Haha, so funny, Nathan. Talk about burning things when New York was nearly a pile of smoldering rubble only days ago. He actually winced, in wake of that thought. When your brother was all that had been left of that hypothetical wreck. Was nearly the cause of that wreck. Kidding. But I'd at least suggest a secretary.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Because he could fly? Because his flying consequentially led to his keeping Peter from blowing everything up? Because he was part of the reason why Kirby Plaza wasn't said aforementioned pile of smoldering rubble? A million reasons. None of which he could use, not publicly.
Hey, I just got elected to Congress, he scribbled, simply, shrugging as he wrote. Landslide victory. Pretty damn impressive if I should say so myself.
And all without a single spot of ego.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
They were kidding, right? Bribes. Not something he was unfamiliar with, naturally, but asking right-out for one was a totally different thing. Not that he had nothing to give, either. He had political power. He had connections in pretty high places. He was... fairly well off, financially. The picture of your friendly, neighborhood, political figure head.
Depends on what you're looking for.
At least it was open for interpretation.
"I have read the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?
One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so...
Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.
What a dump.
He didn't even know where to begin with this place. All stone walls and stark wooden furniture and, Jesus, this place looked straight out of medieval times or something. He was fairly sure he'd even passed a suit of armor on the way in. And a moving picture, but that... no. He'd seen more than he should have in the last few days - super strength, time stopping, people exploding - but damn if he was still chalking it up to his eyes playing tricks on him. Flying off from New York, all the way to Scotland, would do that to someone. It would.
Right. Down to business, huh? There was only a stack of papers on the table in view. No way to find Peter right off the bat and make his life, in general, so much easier, was there?
...No, of course not.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Cheese?" Nathan repeated aloud to himself, letting his eyes briefly search the room before settling back onto the paper. What the hell was this? "Jesus, what have I walked into?" he added in a mutter, fishing around for a pen in his inner jacket pocket and retrieving a clicky ballpoint, 'VOTE PETRELLI' inscribed in cheap silver across the side. They had so many of these stupid things left over. Nathan felt slightly ridiculous rising to that kind of level of narcissism in which he was writing with a pen with his own name on it. But what the hell.
Parmesan, he wrote without much more debate, and, really, there was no contest. Hey, he wasn't afraid of his sickeningly Italian love for the stuff on pasta.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
...Okay, his sons watched Barney. And... did anyone really watch Carrottop? Ever? Either way, that was just wrong. He was automatically thinking back to Linderman, the gun... God. He'd really rather NOT kill somebody unless it really came down to that level of necessity.
Carrottop, he scribbled down in nearly indecipherable chicken scratch anyway, as if he felt obligated to answer the question. For every time I had to watch that damn 1-800-COLLECT commercial.
3. What time is it where you are?
What kind of pointless questionnaire was this? He'd just wanted to grab Peter and get the hell out of here, and now people were asking him about the time. He glanced to his watch with a sigh, scrawling out the time with a frown. Time for him to shove this application right up the ass of whoever was responsible, was what.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." Yeah, he couldn't help it with that question. "Married? Happily." Not that Niki Sanders would vouch for that, but... beside the point.
He left the question blank, with a roll of his eyes. Honestly.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
Seriously. Did Peter make this crap up? Just to piss him off, wasn't it? "Fun and game time's over, Pete," he called out in a cautious sort of voice, to nobody in particular, eyes flickering dubiously away from the application. ...Yeah, he was alone. And probably going a little nuts too, now, at this juncture. Petrellis really did keep it in the family, huh?
Okay. Bar name. Right. Amuse the masses. Something he was uncomfortably used to.
Nathan almost cracked a bit of a grin. Almost. Hiro was pretty flattering. Kind of cute when he did that. But, yeah, very much no.
Petrelli's? What the hell. Short. Sweet. To the point.
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
...This was some ploy to get him to finally spill his opinion on gay marriage, wasn't it? He'd won the election and he was still paranoid. Jeez.
This was hypothetical, right? Good.
Harry should... pick whomever he's happy with. Someone who makes him smile.
No comments about marriages, civil unions, anything that could be twisted around to make him out to be a homophobe or so far into the closet that he was seeing Narnia, posted in the Times the next day. Awesome
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Because they didn't have a team of people hired to deal with crap like this, like he had? ...Possibly.
Invest in flamethrowers. Haha, so funny, Nathan. Talk about burning things when New York was nearly a pile of smoldering rubble only days ago. He actually winced, in wake of that thought. When your brother was all that had been left of that hypothetical wreck. Was nearly the cause of that wreck. Kidding. But I'd at least suggest a secretary.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Because he could fly? Because his flying consequentially led to his keeping Peter from blowing everything up? Because he was part of the reason why Kirby Plaza wasn't said aforementioned pile of smoldering rubble? A million reasons. None of which he could use, not publicly.
Hey, I just got elected to Congress, he scribbled, simply, shrugging as he wrote. Landslide victory. Pretty damn impressive if I should say so myself.
And all without a single spot of ego.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
They were kidding, right? Bribes. Not something he was unfamiliar with, naturally, but asking right-out for one was a totally different thing. Not that he had nothing to give, either. He had political power. He had connections in pretty high places. He was... fairly well off, financially. The picture of your friendly, neighborhood, political figure head.
Depends on what you're looking for.
At least it was open for interpretation.
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
One Gryffindor vote amongst the countless other ones for that Slytherin place. Peter: Always had to be an original. "Yeah, yeah, all right," he replied, clapping a hand onto Peter's shoulder and suddenly fixing him with a warning sort of glance. "Pete. I'm serious. Don't do anything without warning me first, got it?"
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
Right. Probably not the best kind of conversation to be having while you were trying to convince your brother that you were still sane - or, more-or-less sane.
At Nathan's warning glance, Peter just smiled his rather earnest smile. "It's gonna be fine. Oh, and just so you know, I'm kinda doing it in a few hours," he said honestly, though a large part of that honesty was tainted with 'Do not try and stop me'. "So consider yourself warned."
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
"Wait, wait, hold on, in a few hours?" he repeated, and suddenly his hand clamped onto Peter's shoulder all that more roughly, nails digging a bit into Peter's shirt. "A few hours? Pete!" He widened his eyes at Peter, in that authoritative, I'm-your-big-brother-so-fucking-listen-to-me-you-prick sort of way. Yes, Nathan could convey that all with one look - he's a hero, dammit. "Jesus, how long have you even been planning this and you're just going to jump in? God!"
He was fairly certain that Peter was not going to be the most experienced sort of person when it came to kidnapping. ...No, yeah, he was probably going to fuck up royally and end up with half a chair through his face.
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
The somewhat explosive reaction to his announcement didn't surprise Peter, so he withstood the - ow, getting kind of painful - grip on his shoulder. Peter had been running off with new plans for however long, now, and Nathan was still shocked when it happened?
"Yeah, so?" He asked, scowling slightly, and probably looking the very image of a cranky, rebellious teenager who'd just been told they couldn't go to the next school party. Not that kidnapping a serial killer was anything like a party. "I've got it planned, and it's going to work. It doesn't matter if I do it in a few hours or in a week, the plan won't change. Stop freaking out."
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
Besides, there was... incredibly serious business at hand! In which Peter was going to get himself killed! ...For a short while! "Except the part where you haven't even thought this out, Pete, God! And you're just going to, what, bust into this Sylar guy's room and hope you can take him by surprise?" Peter was going to get slaughtered. "Right. Well. Just call me and let me know when I have to pull his entire freaking desk lamp out of your face."
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
And while a desk lamp through the face certainly sounded like it would hurt like a bitch, Peter wasn't deterred. In fact, Nathan's protests were just making him more stubborn. He was going to do this.
"I think you're underestimating what I can do now, Nathan," Peter smiled slightly - not boasting, and not pleased, just stating facts. "I can just stop time on him, I've done it before. Get him with a sedative, and everything will work itself out from there."
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
Okay, right. So Peter probably could do a lot more than Nathan thought - it wasn't like they had big, in-depth discussions about their powers... bit hard, really, when Nathan tended to change the subject every time they were brought up - but it was the principle of the matter here. Nathan only rubbed at his temples, the 'I don't like this, Pete' remaining unsaid, but definitely shouted aloud in his mind. "You make it sound like it's going to be that simplistic."
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
It was simplistic, that was the only way the plan would work. Peter didn't need to hear Nathan's thought to know that his brother was not happy with this, at all. But, as far as Peter was concerned, it didn't change how the plan would succeed. He'd just needed Nathan in case Sylar escaped.
"Fine," he said quietly, expression darkening with anger. "I don't need your help anyway. Forget what I said about staying a for a week, just go home." And with that, he vanished from sight, using the invisibility to leave the room as quickly as he could. He could handle Sylar alone.
Re: Vote: Gryffindor
"Peter, come on," he hissed to the open air, glancing around for any sign of movement. "Peter. PETER."
Goddammit.