hh_mirror | Application for Jing from King of Bandit Jing

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((OOC: Jing is taken from the anime King of Bandit Jing mostly because the mun doesn't have the manga ~~yet, again~~ anymore. Age wise, he's referred to many times as a 'kid' and 'boy.' The only thing for sure is he's under 20 and more than 10 [there's a flash back to when he was 10 and he doesn't argue when he's told he shouldn't be doing something because he's under 20]. The lack of 's' on 'bandit' is a canon thing [the title of the series is 'King of Bandit Jing' though to an English speaker, it would be more correct to have 'bandits'...ah wells]))

Legends speak of him, whispers in darkness.
He could steal the stars from the sky, the very breath from your lips.
The thief of legend, the king of bandit, know just by the name Jing. He needs no other name.

The stories conjure up the image of someone tall, dark, brooding. Someone very much not like the short, spiky haired kid with the swirly-eyed cat mask perched askew on his head and the bright yellow-orange trench coat.

Someone who looks more like a school boy than a thief. Granted, there's mischief about him, of that you may be sure, but nothing about him screams 'King of Bandit.'

But, those who have met with him come away without their treasures, but somehow richer. He has stolen dreams, he has stolen time itself. But, that which he leaves behind is somehow more precious.

He enters the room, walking, whistling, his hands in his pockets, unconcerned. He is at home wherever he is. The parchment on the table catches his eye, as does the quill standing at attention above it. He wonders, not briefly, what there is here that he shall set as his goal to steal.

Jing listens, looking around a moment. He is waiting for something very familiar, the putting of a motorcycle to come up, for Postino to come by and deliver some cryptic message. But, there is no engine sound, just an impatient noise.

The quill taps, wanting his attention. He leans forward a little to read what is written under it.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

"Cheese?" he says, a drawling question. "A good port cheese," he says after a moment, nodding.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

He laughs. "I have yet to steal anyone's life. Why should I start now?" What a strange place. Just what are these questions supposed to reveal?

3. What time is it where you are?

From a pocket of his trench coat, he draws out a bunch of grapes, all with clock faces on them. "Not yet," he says after examining them and puts them back in his coat.

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.

A frown crosses his face. "Sexually harass? How is it harassment if it is welcome?" he asks, smiling, though the expression doesn't reach his eyes.

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.

He thinks a moment of the places he has been. "Seventh Heaven," he decides. It was a rather entertaining place to be, even if he did only dream most of the time he was there.

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.

"Why marry? That would tie him down, wouldn't it?" Though, Kir...he glances around, just now noticing his companion was missing, though how he missed it earlier with as loud as his companion is, he isn't quite sure. How strange. This isn't good. If there is a reason to fight, he would be at a disadvantage without his primary weapon. He searches his pockets again, bringing out a blue-green crystal with the head of a rather beautiful woman within it. That is still there. He pockets again. Kir would find him, he was sure of that.

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.

"You spend too much time shuffling it," he laughs. "Only those who are dull have too much paperwork."

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Jing smiles. "Prove that you are not," he challenges.

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.

Now, this was different--him, being asked for a bribe. He thinks a moment. In his pockets, he has time and dreams and human suffering. Just what shall he offer up. He smiles at the clause. "I offer the sun and the solar system," he says as solemnly as fits the question.

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From:

woocha.livejournal.com

Wishbone laughed. You can't offer the sun and the solar system! They're too big!

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kingbandit.livejournal.com

"But, I've stolen the Sun and Mercury before. How much harder can the whole solar system be? I saw the box they were stored in." Jing smiles. Where he's from, people come in many shapes and sizes so a talking dog really isn't that weird for him.

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They can't fit in boxes!