Interview RP: Jetsetter, Ingwaz Monk, Extraordinaire~

Cast: Saarva (Sky) & Jetsetter (Dea)


[5:07 PM] Best Birb | Sky: Interview RP: Jetsetter - @Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0 Saarva had dozed off on his desk, accidentally. He had organized his papers last night and got so caught up in it that he passed out. His eyes flutter open and he jolts his eyes' attention towards his watch. "(By Kyria's grace! It's just about time!)" he exclaimed as he used a hankerchief to wipe some drool that had formed on the side of his mouth. He was flustered that he let himself doze off like that. A person in his position couldn't allow that to happen... He tidied up as best he could and awaited for his next appointment.
[5:38 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: Within a few minutes, a sturdy knock was heard. But to call it a 'knock' would be a gross understatement. It was more than a paltry rap of a shy and stressed commoner. No, this knock bespoke courage. And not your ordinary run-of-the-mill courage, either. The courage of a hero-man, that let them stand victoriously in the face of danger, with naught but the delectable thought of justice on their minds. There was no doubt in what presence stood on the opposite side of the door. The proudest, boldest, most masculine of hero-men, Jetsetter himself. So powerful was his presence that small rays of light could be seen peeking out from beneath the crack at the base of the door. The shadows themselves fleeing at the very thought of his presence, because they knew what anybody in the interview room knew, a fact that would send the most vile and evil men running to their mothers: Jetsetter was here. And he had just knocked on the door.(edited)
[5:42 PM] Best Birb | Sky: "(My word!...)" he whispered to himself as he jumped a bit. "Why yes, who goes there? State you name and purpose." Saarva said with a low voice that boomed with authority. He couldn't possibly sound any other way. He's the dragon in charge of this after all. He would stand his ground.
[6:04 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: "Some... call me JUSTICE." The entire door frame seemed to reverberate from the sheer intensity of his voice. It wasn't even that he was shouting. Quite the opposite, actually. His voice seemed restrained somehow, as if he was consciously trying to contain the raw, unadulterated power contained within. If the door had a brain, it would be wishing it hadn't purposefully made a poor intern stub her foot on itself earlier that week. Because causing pain is evil. And when Jetsetter sees evil, he- "Some call me SAVIOR." The door was really quaking now. Jetsetter had cut off its nonexistent train of thought with the power of his overflowing tenor voice alone. And this door was quite proud of how good it was at maintaining focus. "But there is one word that NOBODY calls me." His speech was definitely rising in volume. Undoubtedly, he couldn't contain his raw justice anymore, and it was overflowing into his voice in an attempt to cleanse the very air directly outside the interview room. "And that is DARLING!" The door couldn't withstand it anymore. The worn lock finally gave way, and the door slowly opened, spilling light into the small interview room. And then he stepped forth. Bright blue eyes, as bright as the blue sky, representing freedom. A golden symbol of wings surrounding a halo emblazoned upon his chest, the exact color gold of the mythical dragons from myths long ago, representing strength and courage. A brilliant white suit, the exact same shade of white as that of a baby's diaper, representing their purity and innocence. "Because only my wife may call me darling! But I have no wife! For I am married to JUSTICE!" Jetsetter spoke the word 'justice' like a poet speaks of love itself. So much passion, so much devotion contained in a single word. More than a word. Contained within an ideal.
[6:04 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: The tower of a man turned slightly to the side, and whispered conspiratorially. "And as we all know, Justice is silent, so she couldn't call me darling if she wanted." Jetsetter strode powerfully forward. "But that is fine! For I speak on Justice's behalf! And Justice would like me to say this, fine citizen!" His voice had risen in amplitude again, causing a small flock of birds that were resting out the window to take flight. "I am the Ultimate Lightspeed Hero-Man of Justice: 7th Morning★ DX, Jetsetter of the Heavens - 7th Cour! And my purpose is to be interviewed by none other than Saarva, who shall decide whether or not I am worthy to join this expedition of JUSTICE!"(edited)
[6:15 PM] Best Birb | Sky: "(GOOD GRACIOUS!)" Saarva exclaimed as he stood from his chair rapidly, knocking it over in the process. "It can't be! Jetsetter??" He said, astontished. He glanced down at the application that he had neglicted to read over just yet, on account of his accidental snooze. "How could I have possibly missed this...???" he thought "Your name has been spread throughout the Dragon's domain, for certain. We've all tried so much to locate you, but the hero of justice has always eluded us. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance!" he said as he extended his hand. Ahem He now tried to maintain his composure. "Though, I must politely ask to tone down your volume. It'd majorly inconvienience all of Laqueous for the lead investigator to go deaf!" he joked.(edited)
[6:29 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: Jetsetter reached out, and accepted the Dragon Laguz's hand graciously. "The pleasure is all mine, good sir. There are too few people like you in the world, who would set out on an expedition like this to right the wrongs on this continent of ours. It's because of people like you that I save the world each and every day." He coughed lightly. "Oh my, you have my deepest apologies. I am often overwhelmed by the spirit of justice, which infects my very voice in attempt to convey its beauty and joy upon all I come across." The famous hero-man bowed his head in apology. "It just goes to show that even a continent-famous hero like me has so far to go. But for you, and for every man and woman on this planet, I aspire to go the distance, no matter the pain and suffering I might endure along the way." The glowing man looked up and to the left, as if caught by a bout of passion. The longing in his voice made it so that one could easily imagine a tear pooling in his eye, if only he wasn't wearing his mask.(edited)
[6:41 PM] Best Birb | Sky: "I appreciate the kind words. And I believe you've already done plenty of good deeds so far, if my recollection serves correctly. Now, let us sit down and formally begun, shall we?" asked the dragon. He then found his chair behind him and set it upright before sitting in it. "Ahem, my apologies as well for my actions back there. I fear I fell out of my place, so to speak... Now then. Would you mind recounting your talents and abilities for me?" Saarva questioned as he wrote a few notes. Happy to deliver justice :white_check_mark: Grandure personality, yet gracious enough to admit when wrong and apologize. :white_check_mark: After he began writing his notes, he made sure to amend his previous statement ever-so-slightly. "...briefy, if I may ask. Do not leave out any important details, but I must adhere to my time schedule, you see..."(edited)
[6:56 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: The hero-man nodded and carefully sat down in the remaining seat, easily dwarfing it with his massive form. "I would love nothing more, Sir Saarva. If I could direct your attention..." He gestured to the glowing light framing his form, which dimmed slightly, revealing a halo surrounded by 6 bladed wings. The floating, glowing instruments were a perfect match for the insignia on his chest. "These wings are my primary means through which I right the wrongs of villains and criminals. They can be manipulated independently by my-" He demonstrated by flapping each wing in turn. "And attach to my forearms when evil needs to have an up close and personal experience with righteousness." The glowing man nodded. "And on the off chance you recall page 17, issue #28 of Mighty Masculine Jetsetter Rangers, during the alt print edition, it shows another function that I can use my wings-" He broke off suddenly. "Oh, please forgive me. It would appear I almost got sidetracked again." He gestured with his right hand. "If I were to summarize, I would say my abilities involve flying at extremely high speeds, and using my wings to quickly incapacitate those of evil intent." Jetsetter bent forward to whisper, "And despite what it says on my character sheet that comes with the special edition Jetsetter Triple Heart edition, I actually can't fly at the speed of light. Dear friend, I'm trusting you to keep it a secret."
[7:03 PM] Best Birb | Sky: Saarva held down his papers when his wings fluttered indoors. Once he got the chance, while carefully listening to Jetsetter, he continued his note-taking. Fast :white_check_mark: Fights evildoers :white_check_mark: Angel powers and prowess :grey_question:
"Ah, I see... How interesting... The tales I've heard seem to be true, those manifestations of light sure seem to be something, indeed..." Saarva said, holding back his amazement. "I do have another question for you, 'Sir Hero of Justice'," Saarva announced. "What are you opinions for Laqueos' current rules and regulations by the Drakone? Surely someone of your stature would have some good insight."(edited)
[7:19 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: Jetsetter's helmeted face looked off slightly to the side, as if pondering the question. "The Drakone... the Drakone are just. Or at the very least, they believe their ideals are just, for I do not sense the taint of evil upon their souls. As a hero-man, I know my sole duty is to protect those from evil... But I can't help but feel the Drakone shouldn't be the sole inheritors of the World Tree." Jetsetter looked as distressed as he could without a face. "These rebellious thoughts within me- I know they are sinful, for I wish to depose beings of such purity and kindness. You see, they have access to great power, and power corrupts. They may not have committed the sin of greed yet, but I worry that their control over the World's sole source of wealth will lead to their downfall." The hero seemed withdrawn to the point of being almost distraught. "Please, Saarva, tell me these feelings aren't the seeds of corruption taking root in my heart. Could it be... jealousy I'm feeling?" He shook his head strongly. "No! I refuse to believe it! I am righteousness itself, and I declare that the World Tree should be the equal property of every race and nation on the continent, so they can all share the power to make decisions in regard to it."
[7:31 PM] Best Birb | Sky: "Peace, Jetsetter. I can assure you that Arbor Aurelius is equal property of every race, and every race. That at least is my personal belief of the purpose of the Money Tree, given by Kyria herself..." Saarva said the last part with eyes closed and a hand over his heart. After a moment, he opened his eyes and continued his spiel. "We, the Drakone have just taken the reigns in making sure that the seeds of corruption do not grow for the other nations. It's not because of our greed, but it is our duty for us to watch over Laqueos. Living long lives almost entitles us to this sense of justice over the land. I'm sure you can agree. But, if you are wary of our own greed, I can also assure you that there are checks and balances between us, the Herons, and Florkana folk that live on Arbor Aurelius itself..." Saarva looked at the covered face of the hero before him. "I have no doubts you share this sentiment with us..." he said before writing more notes Compassion for justice :white_check_mark: Cynical of others' "justices" :white_check_mark: "Now, one last thing I'd like to address, Sir Jetsetter. How would you say that you would be able to better yourself? And potential allies? the investigation? Laqueos itself? Looking at the big picture and improving is important, as I'm sure you know. However, I'd like insight on your own personal view of this matter." said the dragon, as he readied himself for the response. He dipped his feather pen back into the ink, also in anticipation.(edited)
[7:53 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: When Saarva mentioned the goddess Kyria, the hero-man seemed to stiffen slightly. But when he spoke next in response to the question, his voice was the same as ever. "Hmm... I'm just one man. Sure, I may have the power of flight and incredible speed, but in the end of the day, I can only be in one place at once, fighting only one bad guy. My primary aim may be to fight justice in the here and now. But my secondary goal is to inspire. By fighting within your group, I can show each and every one of your brave members what it means to fight for justice and the Laqueosian way. I will better the future of this continent. And not by myself. I have every intention to convince each and every person I come across that justice is right, powerful, and above all, cool. Because people like what's cool, and will seek to emulate it." "Alone, I am finite, and defeatable. But together, with you, with the team, with the world? We can do anything."
[7:59 PM] Best Birb | Sky: Saarva saw him stiffen when he mentioned the goddess and made a few theories on why. Atheist :grey_question: Jealous :grey_question: Afraid :grey_question: Saarva nodded in agreement with the hero's response. Realistic mindset, logical :white_check_mark: Wishes to help and better all :white_check_mark: "Excellent response, 'hero'. And with that, I'll have to say that concludes the interview process. Thank you for coming in. Should you be accepted into the investigation team, I'll be sure you are alerted. Ah, and..." Saarva said and paused, then thought it best not to bring it up now. "...ah, nevermind... But on your way out, be sure to help yourself to a candy, now would you?"(edited)
[8:10 PM] Deallocate | Hackerman 2.0: Jetsetter tapped his mask pointedly. "I'm afraid I'm unable to partake in a sweet. But if I was able to, I certainly would." The towering hero-man made his way to the door. "Farewell, friend. Know that when we meet again, the world will be a better place! For in the meantime, I shall be fighting back against the forces of evil!" He vanished through the door in a blaze of light.
[8:11 PM] Best Birb | Sky: "Shame, he could've taken one to go when he removes his mask... Oh well." Saarva said, sounding slightly defeated. He added one last note before filing the application away. Diet :grey_question:(edited)
[8:11 PM] Best Birb | Sky: ===End RP===


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