Application, Ender Wiggin, Ender's Game

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((ooc: I blame you, Peter-mun. And I'm frustrated because HOLY HELL if this app didn't write itself super-fast. And HOLY HELL if Ender doesn't emote nearly so much on forms. xD;))



1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Anything but cottage cheese. Cottage cheese is... disgusting. It makes me think of eyeballs.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Neither are a real threat to society. The people of the world should be thinking about real issues. Population problems, extra-terrestrial threats, and at-home political corruption are all more important.

3. What time is it where you are?
About time for lunch, and another simulation.

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.
... Ew. No, really. I'm not... I dont' want to think about that at all. Not until it becomes seriously, really, pressing.

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.
Something personal, yet cryptic, I guess. The Giant's Table. Or maybe The Giant's Teacup. I'm not too keen on the idea of liquor.

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.
Whichever one he trusts the most. When you trust someone, and can depend on them, no matter the situation or how difficult the choice, you'll be better off in the end.

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.
It's a test. The powers that be are interested in seeing how you respond to the paperwork - the key is that it isn't that you get the paperwork done or even that you do it, but how you approach it, and how you get around the problem in the end. A test. You have to find a way around the paperwork, or work through it. Around is almost always more efficient, more effective, and in the end, the creative, "correct" answer. At least, it will almost invariably the answer they're looking for, and couldn't think of on their own.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I don't know if that's possible, working from the basis that there are some things in the world that are useless. Everything has a use, for amusement or even to take-up space. Occupying space is an important job. If your definition of "useless" is that something or someone does no more than occupy space, we are all (while sleeping) guilty of being useless. Then you have to factor in how useful dreams are, or how useful breathing is. There are bad people, yes. But there are no useless people. Not to me, anyway.

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.
Bribery is immoral. But, I'll give you my dessert if you show me where I can connect into a port. It's been too long since I've logged in to game. I guess, if you need something built or strategised, I could help come up with it. I'm not too bad at that kind of thing. Really though, bribery is probably more my brother's thing. At least, I'd imagine it would be.

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Oh, dear God. If God existed, that is, which Ender had his doubts about.

It didn't matter, really. Peter was looking at him with that smile and speaking in that tone. Blood chilling in his veins, Ender's mind kicked into overdrive. "Time is always relative," he countered. It could be a rip in space-time. It could be a worm-hole that the station had slid into, or a fluke, or a trick being played on him by the simulations. But, Ender's team wasn't here. It could be all manner of things. Something the Buggers thought up, even.

Ender settled on the most probable possiblities, and added, "A pot-hole in the continuum?"

And immediately, Ender was kicking himself for putting a question mark at the end. He shouldn't be asking for Peter's approval, or even for his input. Damn.

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Peter tried to steady his breathing as he watched Ender in obvious discomfort. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He shouldn’t want to continue to jab at Ender. He shouldn’t want his younger brother to cower in fear because of him. He’d changed.

Hadn’t he?

Yes, he thought, I have. He steadied his breathing and tried to smile a genuine smile.

"I don’t really know," he admitted. "There are people from many different centuries here. Different universes even, or so I gather. Different dimensions, maybe. I’ve met a god."

Peter’s hands were shaking, but at least he’d managed to keep that layer of hatred and menace out of his voice. Yes, he told himself. I’ve changed. I have.

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Had Peter changed? Ender was having a hard time calming down, nails digging little red crescents into his palms as he kept his hands clenched white-knuckled at his sides. He couldn't show weakness. Not even a little.

Though the idea of this place being a cross-section or intersection of all space, time, and the infinite possiblities of alternate and parallel dimentions and universes might have normally made Ender giddy with interest, Peter had said one thing that made his heart stop cold. He had met a God.

Which meant that, for all Ender knew, Peter was networking on a level that would ensure his influence. His breath hitched, and he frowned, and he asked, more quietly, "How old are you?"

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Peter waved the question off. "Old enough. How old are you?" he returned. If he focused on the details, he could keep himself under control. Besides, it would be good to know how much this Ender had experienced yet. On closer inspection, he did look too young to have already defeated the Buggers.

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"Six," he said flatly, hunching his shoulders up a little. "Six years, three months, and forty-seven days. I could go into hours, minutes, and seconds, if you'd like,"

He shoved his hands into his pockets without thinking, and realized as soon as he'd done it that it was a very bad idea. It showed insecurity and nervousness. Peter was smart enough to know that. But he looked... well. Old. A lot older than twelve, anyway.

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Ender was clearly still nervous. Nervous enough to forget how many days go into a month, apparently.

"Forty seven days, eh? What, too busy training you to save the world to teach you to count up there?" he said sarcastically, and he could hear the edge of bitterness in his tone. Oh good Peter, he thought. Go ahead and show him that you’re still jealous. That's a great plan.

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"Oh, goodness no, Peter," Ender said, mustering up whatever boldness he could as he kept his brother's gaze. Even if Peter was old, he was still the same person, and he still had the same glint in his eyes. Ender knew that if there was anything Peter was not capable of, it was leaving him alone, and he had determined that if getting out of it was not an option, meeting his tormentor head on was perhaps the best way to get whatever beating was in store for him over with.

"It's very simple math. I'm sure you can figure it out on your own. No question is any fun if you don't have to figure out the answer even a little. You can figure it out exactly, can't you?"

Peter, jealous? Well. Yes. Yes, probably. Hateful and jealous and bitter. Ender had hoped, when he got the monitor removed, that Peter would at least be civil. So much for that hope.

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Part of Peter’s mind jumped immediately to looking at the problem. Different bases? A play on space/time? Was he just saying Peter had to convert the extra days into months to find out how old he was?

No, another part of Peter said. He’s baiting you. Whatever he’s getting at, he’s baiting you. Peter felt a surge of rage. The little prin-prick was playing with him. Was he trying to push Peter into doing something cruel?

Well little brother, it’s not going to work, he thought. He counted to three in his head and then forced his smile back.

"You’re playing games, Ender," he said calmly. "Why?"

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((ooc: Just ask Ender why the number of days are more than there are in the month! It's on purpose! I forgot to mention, because I suck. But yes!))

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(Good thing I didn't post last night...I was so tired I didn't even notice that!))

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(( Roffle! I was so out of it I didn't even remember to put the ooc comment in in the first place. xD But yes, Ender is doing a bad, bad thing and baiting his brother.))

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((Oh Ender. He did have a hard time learning not to play with fire lest he get burned.))