|Worms Always Seem to Show up When it Raynes|
And what luck would have it that just at that very moment of decidedly bar like shenanigans in the UR a certain character rather infamously known for not being the most sober of folk would appear? I ain't talking sober as in being inebriated with alcohol, because when you're someone like Jim, you are always 100 percent high on JUSTICE all the time.
Enter said Earthworm Jim, who opens the doors to the UR and waltzes over to the bar counter and sits next to Rayne just through sheer coincidence! "Howdy there, pardner. Can I get a mojito over here?" He asks the bartender with his thick Texan accent before looking next to the mumbling rainbow haired girl who seems to be piss drunk. "Rough day, lil' lady?"
A closer inspection of the drink shows it to, in fact, merely be cherry soda. Without picking her head up from the bar, the rainbow haired girls speaks slowly and fairly unstably, "Paaaaaapeeeeeerwooooooooork."
Jim does indeed find out that the drink is nothing but cheery cola once he gets a good look at it. Huh! That's interesting, though he can't dwell on that right now as his own mojito is slid his way and he sips daintily at it. Something's awfully fishy about this one.
Ah, but it all starts to make sense when the girl drones out that horrible horrible word. "Egads! Say no more my good madam, I completely understand now." Says Jim, clenching his fist.
"Paperwork! The bane of all that is good and holy in the multiverse! For too long has it been a thorn on my side as well!"
Rayne slowly turns her head to look at Jim. It's still planted firmly on the bar top, though. Really, she'd probably be freaked out by his appearance if she didn't already count Serenity among her best friends. Everyone else just seems normal in comparison. "It's a necissary evil, though."
Jim is quite honestly very used to people freaking out over him. That happens nearly everywhere he goes and that includes Twisted.
However, even if that's the norm he also doesn't seem to be surprised when people aren't freaked out by him. Jim is the type of guy that takes everything in stride.
He shrugs at her response and sips his mojito some more. "Maybe, but I've never been a fan of it. Especially because I get piled with it so frequently!" Sip sip.
"Name's Jim, by the by. I'm new in town."
Rayne says, "Rayne Hurris. I still thought I was new, but apparently I'm old enough to somehow get a moderately important position and all the paperwork that comes with it." She sticks out her tongue to express her opinion on at least the paperwork side of it. "Uhhh... what are you, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well that sucks." Nods Jim, not liking the idea of subjecting anybody to paperwork. It looks like he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. "But hey, you're only as old as you feel like, right?" He sips his drink some more. "You know, I realized that saying doesn't fit what we're talking about right after I said it, but hey, hindsight is 20/20."
"As for me!" Jim sets his drink down and flexes his massive muscles! Though its clear that's because the suit he's wearing is inflating with air. "I am a Supermuated Lumbricus Terrestris aboard the state of the art ultra-high-tech-indestructible-super-space-cyber-suit!"
He relaxes and gets skinny again. "But that's just fancy talk for saying I'm a talking worm in a space suit." With a cartoonish pop sound, Jim pulls out his worm body out of his suit and waves at Rayne with his tail before planting himself back in.
"How about you? I'm guessing you're a human with really pretty hair or something else?"
Rayne blinks at Jim pulling himself out of his 'body'. Audibly. "You... I... Wh... okay, sure, whatever." She now finally sits up. "Kinda both? Being a phoenix doesn't make me entirely not-human."
"Phoenix, eh?" Jim blinks curiously at Rayne, big mismatched eyes blinking at her as he peers closer, one gloved hand rubbing at his non-existent chin. "I thought phoenixes were supposed to be more feathery.. oh, and on fire too! Don't recall reading anything about rainbow colored hair. Not that it doesn't look good on ya by the way, just sayin'."
Rayne says, "Oh, I could do that if I wanted. I just don't often want to. It's kind of a huge hassle, really." Oh, gods, I think the talking worm is hitting on me. She briefly grimaces for some reason before recollecting herself into a more neutral expression. "Actually, from what my father said, odd colored hair kinda is a part of it. Not necisarily rainbow, though."
It is entirely possible that Jim is hitting on Rayne. Or maybe he's just being friendly.. or maybe he is hitting on her!! It's hard to tell to be honest, but either way, Jim just snaps his fingers at her and winks one of his mismatched bug eyes. "Oh! Lemme guess. Burns all your clothes and leaves you naked afterwards? Because I bet that can get really annoying." Apparently, Jim understands the concept of nudity even though he's, well, a worm.
He finishes his mojito and gets another but not without eyeing Rayne. "Here, lemme buy ya a drink, you look like ya need it." He grins goofily and widens his eyes, if he had eyebrows he'd be raising them right now. "You don't say. So which one of your parents was the phoenix if you don't mind me asking."
Rayne says, "Yeah, pretty much. Also a lot of body not fitting in clothes designed for humanoid. He was the phoenix. And thanks, but no on that drink. I've got a lot of work left to do tonight." She sighs in annoyance. "Such is life, sadly."
"Oh man, lame!" Jim grimaces about the turned down drink, though its for reasons he perfectly understands. "Can't say it doesn't suck even if duty calls and what not." He works on his second mojito and wiggles on his bar stool a bit more. "So what do you do around here, anyway? Hate to say it, but it sounds like a real drag."
Rayne says, "I'm... Somehow second in command of the local police force." She seems to be almost confused by this as she says it. "We go by TASK, and we're a slight undermanned, so I'm finding myself overly busy a lot."
"Get out of town!!" Jim exclaims and nearly spits out his drink. "You're with TASK!?" Apparently even a newcomer like Jim has heard of the local police force. "I take back everything I've said. Hey, in fact, I've been thinking of joining up. You think you guys could use someone like me? I may not look like much but believe it or not I'm actually a superhero back in my world."
Rayne says, "Uuuuhhhhh, well, we kinda take a lot in right now. We are trying to get our numbers up right now, so... Probably? I think we need to get a normalized process for it, still." She looks to the side and thinks aloud, "I'm gonna have to talk with Minu about that one, I think." She looks back to Jim again. "Kotal probably would just want to actually test your combat skills... I'm not sure quite on how to figure out, uh... Motives is the best word I can come up with at the moment."
Jim doesn't seem to mind the vague answer. In fact, he doesn't even question how Rayne being the second in command doesn't even know what's the hiring process. These guys must be really disorganized.. which is exactly the opportunity that Jim needs to worm his way in!
Get it? Because he's a worm? Huh? Huh?
I crack myself up.
"Oh, I can do combat." He moves right along the lame narrative and grins. "Just lemme at anybody and I 'll dazzle 'em with my pugilism! Puglist? No, wait, I had right on the first try." He peers to the sides. This guy doesn't look very smart even though he's very enthusiastic to be perfectly honest, is TASK really this desperate? "Just talk to your people and call me up for an interview. Here's my card." Jim digs through one of his chest pockets, which isn't actually visible until he sticks his hand there, and gives Rayne said business card.
Rayne blinks, looking at the card... but she just shrugs and pockets it. "Alright. I'll talk to the boss." Really, she's not sure TASK is that desperate, she's just trying to be polite to a newcomer. She'll keep her word, though. She looks at the clock on the wall and sighs, standing up from the bar. "Aaaaaand, I should get back to work now. See you around, Jim."