(Pre-Show) Registration Booths (WHERE YOU SIGN UP IC)

[Darth Vader]

"Next!"

Jon let out a quiet, inaudible grumble as the people stood in front of him took a small shuffle forward, his place in the queue upped by one spot when another stepped out and towards one of the many booths scattered around. Was this line ever going to end?

Jon predicted he'd pass on from some old-age related cause before he could even get a chance to reach the front of the queue and sign up for this 'Dante's Abyss'. Snow's mood was fairly sour and dampened, just a bit more than usual; Commander Hammond decreed that Jon go along with the ninja boy to the Abyss. His punishment and repayment for whatever crimes he had committed back in Corucsant, Jon assumed. But the bastard didn't care to mull any further on that at this time.

He'd exchanged few words with Sasuke since they'd got here. Arnold had ordered a small platoon escort them here, and the trip was mostly silent. Jon was far too wary of their forced alliance - what if he that strange toxin kicked in again and he turned once more? Jon inhaled sharply. The silence was growing somewhat awkward now, and Jon had decided he'd have to be the one to break the ice.

"What happened back there?" he posed the question with his harsh, deep Northen tones. He arched his head slightly to look back at the shinobi youth. He looked young - almost the age of Jon when had rode from Winterfell and joined the Watch - but the kid was not all that far off from his height, either.

Not as short as Crona had been compared to him, at least...

"My back was turned and I got stabbed with... something..." the ninja sighed, head turning away slightly. He almost look disappointed and angry to have been thrown off of his guard so easily. Jon squinted.

"I need to be able to trust you won't turn like that, again. I can't- "No, don't worry" the shinobi cut him short. "It's all out of my system now, and even if it isn't, activating the cursed seal seems to... negate it's effects somehow. the ninja shrugged loosely. Jon inhaled sharply through his nose, turning back. Even if Jon still had shreds of doubts, he couldn't find an argument to combat that one. He'd witnessed the sudden change unfold right before his very eyes, after all. How he'd gone from a rampaging weapon of carnage, mowing down Stormtroopers with his bare fists and bolts of electricity to a young man confused by what had all just unravelled and happened.

It took some minutes for the line to grow shorter and shorter. Jon and his newly-found companion kept taking small steps forward each time before Snow finally found himself at the forefront of the queue.

"Who's next? Anyone?!" a perky feminine sounding voice sounded out from one of the booths, a youngish looking girl glancing around frantically from behind her small table, moving two fingers to push up her glasses.

Jon took a last, quiet glance back at Sasuke as he strolled out toward the booth, though he could of sworn he paled a bit more than his usual skin tone when he caught a glimpse of who he'd be talking too.

He could tell the girl wasn't very old already, but at a closer distance she looked even younger. About ten-and-nine or two-and-ten, Jon predicted. She wore weird glass lenses that rested at the bridge of her nose. Faint freckles dashed across her cheeks. Fiery orange hair hung down low past her back and waist...

That was what made it ten times harder for Jon. Her hair was kissed by fire, the Wildlings would say. It was just like hers...

Ygritte...

"Hi there!" the bubbly girl greeted Jon as he paced over to the booth, speaking with enthusiasm, optimism and a certain apparent giddiness for her work ethic. She lacked the the Northern hinge of an accent and dull and playful toning to her voice that Ygritte had had. She bared little resemblance to Ygritte, however, aside from the freckles and the flowing, orange hair he have loved so much. And that was enough.

Enough to remind him of what he'd had to do.

Jon's lips formed into a tight line. His words hung around in his throat, and just as Snow had regained some composure and re-arranged his thoughts, the lady behind the both spoke for him with a slight raised brow. "Are you... looking to participate, perhaps?" she questioned him. The brightness in her tones had vanished a little, but a warming, welcoming smile was still spread across her lips. "...Aye. That, I am" Jon replied simply and bluntly. "Alright!" the woman exclaimed as she rose from her seat. The bright enthusiasm had returned to her pattern of speech almost immediately now. She moved to the other side of the booth, rummaging through a stack of papers before bringing a single sheet back over, laying it before Jon as she seated herself once more, and reclined back in her chair in a relaxed fashion.

"We just need you to do a bit of paperwork. Nothing much, just... name, age... all that jazz. You can read, right?" she tilted his head up at him. Jon gave a silent nod in response, his expression stern, solid and guarded, just as always. On the inside he felt a shred of annoyance and degradation from her questioning, though. What was he to her, some kind of simpleton?

The lady smiled, reaching into her pocket as she pulled free some... strange, short, thin object. A writing tool, Jon picked up quickly, but it was a make of which Jon had never seen nor touched before. It was no ink pot and quill, that was for sure...

"Urhh..." Jon stared at the pen being offered to him with a slight look of concern and disray. The staffer blinked a couple times, before he pupils dilated. "Oh! Right! You're from Camelot... heh, sorry." she gulped, leaning down to the side slightly as she slid the narrow table drawer open carefully. She began fishing through it for... something.

Jon stood in a puzzled silence for some seconds, before speaking up once more. "I don't know where that is" he stated, simply and coolly. The woman looked back up at him slightly, giving him a puzzled glance. "Ahh, Camelot. I don't know where tha-" "Wait, whaaaaa?" he was cut off almost immediately. 'What kind of heavy rock have you been living under? How can anyone NOT know what the Kingdom is? Jesus, I almost took you for the kind of guy who'd fit right in there, with that sword and fancy get-up you got going there" she quipped him a sweet smirk. Jon couldn't help but just return the gesture, the hint of a smile present upon his lips.

A few moments of searching through the drawers later, and the woman had located what she was looking for; a feather quill resting in a small pot of ink. Scooping it up, the lady plopped it onto the table in front of her and slid it over to Jon, alongside the sheet to be filled. "It's all yours" she said with a slight smile, leaning back in her chair as she folded her arms across his chest patiently. Snow bent down slightly, retrieving the quill as he dabbed it into the watery ink, coating the ends of the feather with the black substance. He promptly put pen to paper (or quill to sheet, as he'd be more comfortable calling it) and began jotting away.

Appearance –

Personality – Sullen, solemn and honourable to a fault, Jon follows his fathers example greatly in being a man of reason and selflessness. He grew up soaked in justice; he'll always try to do what he considers the right thing and the morally good thing to do. Jon's not a man who takes his own words with a grain of salt, either. Nine times out of ten when he says he'll do something, he'll do it without question. Being a bastard child, he largely grew up under the shadow of his true born siblings, most notably his older brother Robb, and this left him sheltered, quiet and shy. He's not socially inept by any means, but he much prefers his own company, making him appear as something of a lone wolf or a distant outsider to others.

Possible Reactions – Jon, along with Sasuke, is entering Dante's Abyss to clear his name from the apparent crimes he'd committed under Imperial law. Jon's not going to purposely go out of his way to make the contest a misery for the other players, but he's not completely clueless about it, either. He know's Dante's Abyss is a contest of survival more than anything else, and that he'll probably have to do things he wouldn't like or usually think of doing. He understands it kill or be killed. He'll attack and slay anyone who provokes him first with little mental doubt about it, and whilst he'd try and stay out of the way of others for the duration of the game, if killing another would be a benefit to him or solidify his longevity, he'd attack someone first. The only thing Jon will struggle majorly with, however, is killing women and children. Since he's come across numerous child primes, however, he's mental preparing himself for the worst already.

Relationships –
Sasuke Uchiha - Jon's been forced into a unlikely partnership with this kid for Dante's Abyss, since they both now have debts to work off to repay the Empire. Though Jon's still slightly wary of their alliance, since he doesn't know much about the young shinobi as of yet, they'll undoubtedly grow closer and get to know one-another and where they both came from as the competition progresses.

Crona - The first other Prime Jon encountered when he was pulled into the Omniverse. They travelled into Corucsant together, and when the purple-haired boy was about to be attacked by the maniacal robot Sivo, Jon was the first to step in and protect him. Jon likens the shy youth to his late brother Bran, and was quite protective of him whilst they travelled together. Meeting again and finding out he's alive, that strive and desire to protect Crona would probably re-emerge in Jon.

‘Combat’ Style – Jon's an extremely patient and tactical fighter. Rather than go in with his sword swinging, Jon adapts a much more defensive kind of style and fighting, parrying blows from his opponents, waiting for them to make a slip-up of any sort so he can swiftly exploit it and gain the upper-hand. Jon's loyalty to his friends and those who he considers a friend is undying, and Jon would do anything his power to protect someone he cares about, even dying for them if needs be.

Eligible Powers – Foresight, Telepathy.

Moves –
Fist of Wun- Tier 1 Super Move
Warging - RP fodder

Extra – Nada, I think you'll do just fine.

Quotes –
"Winter is coming."
"What in Seven Hells?!"
"Different roads sometimes leads to the same castles."
"There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it."
"Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods."
"We look up at the same stars, and see such different things"
"I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men."

As Jon concluded the form, he plopped the quill back into the ink pot, carefully sliding it back across the table to the woman along with the sheet itself. Shoving the quill and ink pot carelessly back into the drawer, she plucked up the Jon's sign-up form, eyes scanning over it quickly from behind her glasses with a slow nod. "Mrmmhmmm... uh-huh... alright!" the ginger haired girl smiled with optimism, casting the letter aside into her "to mail" pile.

"What happens now, then?" Jon question her promptly, head tilting to the side a little. "Well, now... we get your interview done, and the you can head through the portal and enjoy the remainder of the pre-show!" she responded giddily. Jon's eyes narrowed a tad. "Interview..?" he shot back the question almost straight after. The staffers smile vanished a little at his lack of mutual enthusiasm.

"Oh, don't worry... it's nothing big like that. They just want to know your name, why you're here, all the jazz the lady paused, glancing about to make sure nobody was looking before she leant over the table slightly and spoke quieter. "It's all for the fan appeal, you know...?

Jon blinked silently a few times in response. "Right..." he stammered out after a few awkward seconds of bewilderment. "Good!" the staffer exhaled sharply with a slight laugh as she reclined back into her seat. "Just head... that way" she peered over her shoulder, motioning to a camera set and green screen set up for the recording part of the process behind the registration booths. "I'm sure the cameras are ready for you, just walk on in. Remember to smile him!" she flashed him a wide grin, Jon grinning back faintly as he flicked his palm as a farewell kind of gesture. He spun on his heel, swiftly moving off.

He must have looked like a fool, doing that.

He didn't spare a glance back for Sasuke as he walked, but rather the red-haired beauty whom he was leaving behind. Jon sighed briskly. There were select times, not many, but a few, where he really did miss girls.

But that was the price you had to pay to become a man of the Nights Watch, though, he recalled.

Getting to the interview area was simple enough. He just followed the direction he'd be pointed in and slipped past a few of the other booths. Soon enough, he found himself walking "on set". A thin, green wall that looked like someone could bust through it with a single punch was mounted up high behind him. The cameras stood on their own, pointing right at him with an occasional red flash. Snow did a good job at hiding his discomfort at that.

"Take a seat" one of the men positioned behind the cameras commanded. Jon glanced behind him, setting himself down onto a small wooden stool. He slipped his black gloves from his fingers, resting his hand wear in his lap. Faint burn scars still were still etched into his right hand.

"And... roll the cameras" the same guy who had told him to sit balked another command. The cameras began recording, focusing in onto Jon's face. Jon didn't know which camera he was meant to be looking at, so he diverted his gaze between the three that stood active before him.

"Tell us your name..." the man pulled up a script. Jon glanced over the camera toward him, exhaling sharply through his nostrils. "Jon Snow..." he murmured, loud enough so he was still audible. "And why are you entering Dante's Abyss, mister Snow?" the interviewer glanced over the checkboard he was clutching in front of him toward Jon, still well out of sight from the camera's view. Jon hesitated in his answer at first, pupils dilating. What was he supposed to tell them? Arnold hadn't covered this.

"To represent the Empire, and win myself glory, honour and fame" Jon craftily lied through his teeth. A half-lie, at least. Jon was here on behalf of the damned Empire, indeed, but if he'd had it his own way and hadn't gotten himself ravelled all up in this mess, he'd be back in Westeros and at the Wall by no short timing at all.

"Hrmmph..." the interview glanced back down at his check board, flicking through his script. One of the other men standing beside him wiggled his brows, stepping forward to peer over Jon. "Wait, hold on..." he spoke up before the guy interviewing Jon in the first place had a chance to continue. Jon diverted his attention over to the intruder.

"I've seen you before... you were on the Omniverse News Network the other night" Jon squinted. What?

"I wasn't" Jon snapped back quickly in response, but the man shook his head. "No, but you were. You and that... purple headed-demon child fought that robot in Corucsant... they covered it last night." Jon's expression soured a bit at that. But of course...

"Is there any insight you could... give to the fans on that note, Jon?" the interview, who had gone momentarily silent, spoke up once more. Jon inhaled ruggedly, staring straight into the camera's eye. "I was protecting a frightened and confused child from being murdered. That's all you need to know." Jon shot a glare at the interview men, rising from his stool, carrying his gloves with him. "And we're done here" Jon stated coldly, bringing the short interview to an abrupt end. He stormed off the set, making his way towards the portal.

He didn't bother to wait for his ninja companion to catch up. Sliding his gloves back on, Snow stepped into the portal, a luminous array of shining, bright light masking his departure into the Danteverse.