Evil Boy Genius

I present to you, Jack Spicer! Evil Boy Genius and Dark Prince of this universe, upon numerous others, and now; the blog!

[RP Blog for Jack Spicer from Xiaolin Showdown. I apologize in advance for how dorky this blog is.]

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misguidedjustice:

This is the perfect time for an eye roll, which is exactly what happens, because this kid is just whining too much. Did he think complaining would get him any closer to an apology? It’s pretty pathetic already that he wants one as much as he clearly does. It really says something about a person’s ego when they’re this desperate for an apology.

Besides that, it was pretty funny that Jack actually thought he knew anything about the older of the two. Clive didn’t really consider himself to be evil. He may have done some things he shouldn’t have, but it wasn’t evil because of it. Although, Jack certainly couldn’t be the judge of what he was or wasn’t. This kid didn’t know a thing about him.

“I can give people as much false hope as I’d like. I’ve done it before.” And he’d probably do it again. It wasn’t so much a villain thing as a jerk thing, and Clive definitely qualified for the latter of the two. “An ‘evil boy genius’? Ha. That’s funny. You look more like a whiny little child to me. Perhaps it’s time for you to grow up.”

No, Jack did not look like he was about to cry. That would be very stupid and wimpy and such a loser thing to do, there was no way he even looked like him crying was a possibility. Only he kind of did and his eyes were a little blurry and this guy was a punk, why couldn’t he just apologize so Jack could go knock some ice cream out of some little kid’s hands, or something.

“I’m not whining! I don’t whine.” Only he obviously did, since that’s what he was doing right at that exact second in time. Why couldn’t he just talk like a normal person, why did he always get all gross and upset and defensive when anything like this happened? Being an evil boy genius was hard. It was hard and nobody understood.

“I’m not even a kid, for your information. I’m fifteen and Mom thinks I’m crazy mature for my age, alright? Besides, I didn’t ask for your opinion so buzz off, blue boy.” NOT as rad as his other insults, but he was under pressure, shut up, he tried his best.

(Source: shengongloser)

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2x the Genius || Sho and Jack RP

theheaperlives:

Whatever this helicopter thing was, it was an interesting piece of machinery. Not that Sho knew anything about robotics, although if he knew the numbers it’d probably be a snap. He was only half listening to the boy’s whining. Wait, Mr. Quiet and Dandy? Was that supposed to be an insult? Well even if it was the most awful insult he ever heard, it was still offensive.

“My megaphone’s volume is less than the value of your irritation, you helicopter hectopascal. Your noise is garbage. CRUNCH! I’ll add it to the heap.”

“Why don’t you run off before you end up a variable in my next garbage heap?”

Was he still going on about math? Why. What was the point. Earth to weird looking algebra professor, the current situation has absolutely nothing to do with arithmetic. Sorry to break it to you. Only not really because that would be nice and being nice wasn’t really Jack’s cup of tea. Wow. That sounded really super dark and villainous. He should have said that out loud. Why didn’t he say that out loud?

Oh, right, because, from what he could tell, this guy was basically calling him garbage, and there’s no way he was going to put up with that. Nuh-uh. Nope. Not on his watch.

“Okay, listen up, Pi-Face,” Pi-Face. Insult GOLD, right there. He was adding that one to his list, too, most definitely. “I don’t know who you think you are, but no deal. I don’t need to run off anywhere, alright? I got every right to be here if I want to be.” Actually, he didn’t care, but if this guy wanted him gone then NOPE HE WAS STAYING IF HE HAD TAPE HE WOULD ACTUALLY TAPE HIMSELF TO THE GROUND. Don’t tell a wannabe villain to scram. Don’t. Never do it ever.

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misguidedjustice:

“Incorrect,” Clive stated simply, looking neither amused nor slightly bothered by the clear disappointment the other was experiencing, “I’m sure you at least understood the part about the order of the digits. If you’re going to guess, at the very least make it a logical guess.” Ooh, burn. Actually, Clive should probably feel a little bad, judging by how upset Jack looked. The guy couldn’t be older than, what? Fourteen, fifteen years old? Not much older than Luke, and he never made any efforts to make him feel bad. Although, Luke had never given him a reason either.

“The answer is 56732,” He continued on with crossed arms, “Not that it matters. You wouldn’t have gotten an apology whether you solved it or not. Consider this a lesson in owning up to your own mistakes.” Yeah, he mostly went through with all of this because he thought it would be pretty funny, and it was at least a little funny, but it was better to play it off as a lesson, which was also a nice side to it all. “Now you can quit standing there with that kicked puppy look.”

Jack was already looking pretty miserable as the guy, more or less, called him stupid of all things. No. You don’t do that whether you’re British and wear stupid clothes or not. What part of the word genius did this guy not understand. It wasn’t even one of those weird cultural things, genius meant the same thing here as it did back home and like everywhere else on the entire planet. And he couldn’t even object to any of it, because hot damn, that guy was still goin.

British people are really talkative, the next time his parents dragged him here he was never going to leave his room ever, oh god. Oh, look. The guy finally stopped talking. Good. Too bad Jack looked to upset to give him any answers that would be taken seriously. GROSS.

“What? But. I- That’s not fair!” That definitely wasn’t a whine, it was totally, one hundred percent, obviously a- actually. Yeah. It was a whine. “You can’t go around giving people false hope like that, alright? That’s a villian thing, and last time I checked, you weren’t exactly bad guy material. And I don’t look some lame kicked puppy, I look like an evil boy genius.”

(Source: shengongloser)

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basednoire:

Oh look, a Symphony In Peril song that isn’t Stiletto

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2x the Genius || Sho and Jack RP

theheaperlives:

Another day roaming the streets of Shibuya, CAT Street, to be specific. Sho had been working on a few new equations in his head until a sound distracted him. It sounded like… Loud music and small helicopters? The music wasn’t too surprising in a city like Shibuya, but the helicopters were new.

He looked towards their source of the sound and saw a boy, younger than him, and wearing way too much make up, not that that was unusual in Shibuya either. He was obviously a foreigner though, not to mention the strange helicopter backpack that interested Sho more than anything.

“Hey, zero, how about subtracting from the noise pollution in this equation?” He shouted into his megaphone, completely missing the irony of the act.

Being dragged along on his father’s business trips were pretty awful, but it could be worse, right? After all, it wasn’t any difficult sort of task for the boy to navigate his way out of the various hotels his parents tried to get him to stay at during these trips. The scolding he’d get from his mom usually mad him feel pretty bad, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t get over, and the woman’s anger rarely lasted all that long, anyway.

Well, no need to worry about any of that right now! He was out and about and checking out this pretty rad looking city from his heli-bot and blasting his evil theme music and everyone seemed pretty cool about it. Well. Everyone seemed cool about it until some lamo guy with a megaphone started telling at him with math terms. Ew, math. So with an over exaggerated sigh, Jack landed himself on the ground, rolling his eyes at Mr. Megaphone over there.

“Listen, I don’t know or care who you are, but pipe down, will ya? It’s a free city, and it’s not like you’re being Mr. Quiet and Dandy yourself, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Mr. Quiet and Dandy. He’d have to file that in his list of good disses when he went back to the hotel.

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misguidedjustice:

If this guy thought loudly announcing himself as an evil boy genius would intimidate Clive or make him feel even remotely sorry for offering the deal he had just put on the hypothetical table, then he was sadly mistaken. After all, he was pretty sure he was smarter than some kid who clearly didn’t know how to dress himself when he woke up in the morning.

“My name is Clive Dove, first of all,” He replied nonchalantly as he readjusted his tie, “And secondly, I think you may be the one who doesn’t know who he’s messing with.” Man, could anybody look like they cared less than Clive did right then? He is the posterboy of not being able to care less.

“But I digress. Here’s your puzzle. A man starts his new job and is told by his boss that the breakroom has a passcode. The man is expected to figure out what the code is based on a note given to him by his employer. The note gives him four hints. The first is that there are five digits. The second is that each digit is different. The third is that only one digit is not prime, and it is not an integer power of another integer, other than the trivial solution of an exponent of one. The final clue is that the digits are sorted, but not in ascending or descending order. So, what is the passcode?”

Oh no. Math. When Jack realized that that was what the entirety of this riddle was based around, that cocky smile that had been on his face dropped off of the face of the planet. And it wasn’t likely to come back soon. Jack may have been a genius, but he hadn’t bothered to familiarize himself with all of that mathematical vocabulary. None of those words meant anything in the real world, and they meant even less while writing equations and formulas to calculate how small he could make his robot’s memory chips and still have the desired AI capabilities.

Prime numbers? Integers? What did any of that stuff even mean, because Jack had absolutely no idea. Maybe this is why he was getting a C in Algebra. Some evil boy genius you turned out to be, kiddo.

“Uhhh….” He couldn’t give up, though, right? This cocky British Clive guy would crush him. He’d already made the redhead feel pretty worthless already, after all. So he took a small breath and muttered a quick, slightly stuttered “hold on a second” before attempting to count out an answer on his fingers. Five digits and none of them are the same. Uh.

“12345. Final answer.” No.

(Source: shengongloser)

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vashts240:

Symphony In Peril - … And She was Drunk with the Blood of the Saints

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misguidedjustice:

Wow, look at this guy. It really couldn’t get any funnier than this. Did he just stutter? Was he really so worked up about the things Clive said to him that he started stuttering just now? That was hilarious. Clearly, Clive made a good move when he decided to stick around and mess with this guy a little bit. A+ for you, Dove.

“Oh, you think so?” Clive began, smirking now, “Well, around here, we have a very specific way of testing something like that, Spicer.” One can only imagine how people here show their worth. Or earn someone’s trust. Or bargain for information. Or anything really. Everyone here does everything with puzzles. It’s kind of weird, but you don’t question these things when they’re normal to you.

“How about this? I’ll give you a puzzle, and if you can tell me the correct answer, I’ll apologize for bumping into you. Does that sound like a deal?” With the ego this guy has shown, Clive sincerely doubts that he’ll pass up on the offer. Especially if he’ll have to risk having his pride bruised by admitting that he’s not up for the challenge, and it will be a challenge.

Jack had been all ready to yell at the guy some more, determined to convince the man that he wasn’t as much of a loser as this guy seemed to think he was, but he managed to clam up when the guy said that basically all Jack would have to do to earn an apology from this guy would be to solve some lame puzzle. Jack was great at puzzles. After all, he’d released Wuya from that musty old puzzle box, hadn’t he?

Sherlock over there was smirking at him, which Jack easily met with a grin of his own, which looked super evil. Okay, well maybe not super evil, but it looked sort of menacing if you could ignore the fact that he looked like he was headed to some Sci-Fi Kiss convention. Which was pretty hard to do, but whatever.

“Ha, you’re on! Man, you don’t know who you’re messin’ with, do you? I’m an evil boy genius, Nancy Drew, puzzles are nothing to a guy like me!” He sounded pretty full of himself, sure, but for all Jack knew, he had every right to be.

(Source: shengongloser)

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misguidedjustice:

Newsboy? Really? Clive realized that there was no way this boy actually knew he used to work for a newspaper company, and that only made the insult even more stupid. It was pretty stupid already, but wow, that just made it a million times worse. This kid really needed to work on his insults. Besides that, who was he kidding telling Clive to apologize? What a joke. He was the one that had bumped into the older boy. Then he was also the one to cause a big fuss over it. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be this weird little kid.

Actually, Clive should probably just walk away and ignore the guy, especially since he has something to do, but that’s not going to happen just yet. It was pretty funny watching this kid get so mad, really. Or upset. It kind of sounded like he was going to start whining like a little bratty toddler. That’s really funny since he actually looks like he’s about, what, thirteen? Probably thirteen.

“Oh how your words wound me.” Clive replied with his words dripping in sarcasm. That’s just how sarcastic he was being. “I don’t think I’ll be apologizing anytime soon. You haven’t really proven that you’re worthy of an apology from me.” Ooh, how would he react to that? This could be interesting.

Jack almost smiled when Clive admitted that the boy’s words had hurt him (what’s sarcasm) but his features instantly snapped into an almost heartbroken sort of expression, although he did his best to look frustrated when he next spoke.

“Me? Jack Spicer? Not worthy?” Technically geniuses were supposed to think before they spoke, but no, Jack didn’t have time for that. This guy had insulted him beyond forgiveness, and there was no way he was going to let this guy get away with this at least until Jack yelled at him about it, or whatever.

“Listen up, loser, I’m totally worthy! I’m worthy of anything, alright?” He shook a finger at the older of the two as he said that, trying to look at least somewhat intimidating. Unfortunately for him, his words had come out in a pretty whiny sort of sound, so he. Really didn’t look intimidating at all. “I-I can prove it, too, okay?” How was he going to prove it though. Uh. Well he could go off about how rich his parents were, but he didn’t really care about that. Um.

(Source: shengongloser)

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misguidedjustice:

‘Some 1967 movie’? What was this kid even going on about? He was so strange. Everything about him shouted weirdo. Especially the way he dressed, wow. Was that a woman’s coat that kid was wearing? Clive was pretty sure that was a woman’s coat. And he had no clue how those goggles were supposed to be functional either. How could he even see through those things?

Weird way of dressing. Weird way of insulting people.

“Well, genius, I’m not really in your way. You could simply walk past me at any moment.” Clive responded, still sounding rather irritated, and meeting the boy’s dorky scowl with an intense frown of his own. “Give your speeches to someone else. I have places to be.” He rolled up the papers in his hands as he said this.

Normally, Jack would be honored to have someone recognize him by his ingenuity, but not this time, no way, José. This guy was being totally sarcastic about it, and Jack wasn’t going to put up with that. This guy was good though. Wow. Master Jerk. An A+ job, random British citizen. Maybe if he wasn’t dressed so weird, they could be jerks TOGETHER, but this guy had sort of blown his chances of teaming up with the great and super genius Jack Spicer, hadn’t he?

Ugh, Jack should probably just come up with some super great comeback and then walk off all dramatically with one of his patented exit lines, but no. It was too late for that, he was like. Super angry. And by angry I mean upset. He would probably start whining soon. What a baby.

“Can it, newsboy, don’t you think I’ve got places to be, too?” Newsboy. Yes. That was insult GOLD. “Now, I think both of our lives would be a lot easier if you’d just apologize and we can both be on our merry ways.” You tell him, Jack.

(Source: shengongloser)