Application for Jing from King of Bandit Jing

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

((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.

Comments

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"I'm called Jing," he replies. "Kir has helped me a lot. Why did you steal a knife from the pale man, Ofelia?"

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"It was a test," Ofelia explained. "El fauno set me three tasks that I had to complete to prove that I hadn't become mortal while living aboveground. The second one was to steal the Pale Man's knife." She shivered slightly, that had been frightening. "I am glad I did, because that was the knife the Pale Man used to kill children before he ate them."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing considers, frowning as he does. "Well, I think that would be a good thing to do, then." He looks at the fairies and then back at the girl. "I stole the sun to protect some Por Vora. They're a creature that explodes when they're jostled too hard, bigger than dynamite. So, stealing a knife used to kill children is a good thing," he says with a firm nod.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"You stole the sun?" Ofelia is a little awed at that. Also a little wistful "I have not seen the sun for a long time. I keep meaning to go outside here to see it, since this castle is mostly aboveground, but I think it might hurt my eyes now. Why did stealing the sun protect your Por Vora?"

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing reaches into his coat and withdraws a small rock, small enough that if it didn't float, it would fit into the palm of his hand. "This is Io, a moon of Jupiter. It is one of the System Solari stones. The Sun is much bigger."

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh." Ofelia leaned in to get a better look at the little floating stone, and even the fairy stopped protesting so that it could fly down and examine the stone.

"It is very pretty." Ofelia glanced up at Jing. "But you did not answer my question. Why did stealing it protect them?"

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"They were being used to excavate the Sun stone by a very bad man. So, I stole it, without using the Por Vora. So, since the Sun stone wasn't there anymore, there was no need to use the Por Vora."

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

Ofelia nodded. That made sense.

"I bet he was angry. Sometimes grownups don't realise that sometimes stealing something is the right thing to do."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing grins. "True, and yes, he was rather upset, but there was an old lady with me and he'd killed her dad, so she took care of him." Granted, Jing was of an age that 'old lady' might have been just shy of thirty.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"Oh, he was a soldier, then." In Ofelia's experience, if a man was bad and killed other people, then he was a soldier. "Did she shoot him? I think that's what Mercedes did to the captain."

A little girl of around 10 - 11 years old should not sound pleased at that, yet she did.

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing shrugs. "I don't know. I didn't stay around to find out. I had what I needed and she said she'd take care of the Por Vora, so..." he shrugs again, an eloquent gesture to say he had finished his part of the story.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

Very much like Mercedes. Good.

"That was nice of her," Ofelia said instead. She thought of something, and cocked her head to one side. "Did you come here on purpose or by accident?"

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing smiles again. "Mostly on accident. More on accident than normal, given that my friend isn't with me and I haven't seen another friend of mine. But, I go most places on accident and just see what catches my eye there. One time, when I was purposely going somewhere, I ended up somewhere else altogether, but, I met a lot of Por Vora there." And a girl who looked remarkably like the woman in the crystal in his pocket.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

Ofelia's third smile is bright and sunny, as smiles should be. "Oh, then you explore and see where it takes you, just like I was doing when I came here!"

She put her hand in her satchel to get a piece of chalk out.


((OOC: It is completely cool for Jing to have already taken a piece of chalk if you want))

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing pulls out a piece of chalk from his pocket. "Are you an artist?" he asks, tossing the chalk and catching it again.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

Ofelia hadn't even heard her own laugh for years. Not since the war.

"A little bit," she said, still smiling. "That's a good trick. You can have that one, if you want. It opens doors."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"Open doors? Very handy," he says. "Will you draw for me?" he asks. Being a thief, he does have a discerning eye for art.

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"Si," Ofelia agreed. "I'll show you how it works, too."

She pulled out another piece of chalk and knelt on the ground. She studied the ground for a moment, to see how much room she had, then began to draw a door. A very specific door - it was on the cover of her favourite fairytale book. It was large (although she was drawing it on a smaller scale) and ornate, with carvings and metal inlays. When she was done, she sat back on her heels.

"That will take you anywhere you wanted to go when you drew," she said. "This time it goes to my home."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing watches avidly. Carefully, he touches the ground within the drawing, avoiding the lines and then very carefully touches one of the lines. "You are quite good," he says. "Will it work with a simpler drawing? I'm not much of an artist."

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"Si," Ofelia assured him. "All you need to do is draw a door big enough for you to fit through, and think about where you want it to go."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"That is quite a treasure," he murmurs. Where would he most like to go? He honestly can't think of anywhere just now, so he pockets the chalk again. "Have you been here long?" he asks.

((OOC: will it be okay if he decides to kiss her on the cheek?))

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

"I think so," Ofelia replied. "Time's a little fuzzy. I think I got here about a year ago, but I haven't stayed here all along. I've spent time visiting home and going exploring."



((Sure, that's fine.))

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"Exploring is great fun. How else will you find what there is to find?" Jing says with a laugh. He leans forward and kissed Ofelia's cheek. "Thank you," he says with a grin.

Vote: Gryffindor

[ofelia-moanna.livejournal.com]

Ofelia nods enthusiastically. "Si! There is so much out there!" She smiled back. "You're welcome! And now I need to vote you somewhere - I think you're a Gryffindor."

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"Will I see you there?" Jing asks, mostly because Kir's not there to flirt horrifically. "We could see where there is to go."