action/voice;

[sturzflug]

[ You may recognize Jean's shitty voice from him being kind of a terror with those warp bands... Well, believe it or not, he does have a job, and it's guarding people and patrolling the walls like a good Guardsman. He might complain and check his warp band constantly, but... well, when he's not dicking off, he's actually not terrible.

But that's not really saying much. Because right at the moment he's standing right at the edge, having a bit of a shouting match with his "friend," Eren. These two are so loud, you could probably hear him from down below... Yeah, who hired these two? ]

Cut it out, asshole! I'll push you off, I swear!

[ He doesn't mean that. But he sure sounds like he does. ]

Heh, then maybe you'll finally be able t' fly, huh? What say we give it a try?

[ Really don't. Do not. No. Stop that, Jean. You even left your Warp Band on, you idiot. ]

Comments

[condescent]

Really? What a pity. I bet you would have looked good with wings coming out of your behind. [is that a compliment? who knows]

[sturzflug]

Y-yes, sir. Sorry about that.

[ Jean straightens up, back to business. He can actually do his job. Sometimes. ]

[choseneutrality]

[Flynn nods his head once.]

Good.

[Even though they'll most likely be fighting again about something else at some point.]

[sturzflug]

Pretty sure Eren would sink in water... but then, maybe his bird-ness cancels out some of the weight, who knows.

[ Hehehehe he called Eren an ugly Ducklett. This is great. ]

I'm gonna make sure he tries all of these, though. Should be fun.

[ It sure will be... ]

[sturzflug]

[ You bet they will! ]

[ Back to work for you, Jean... such is life. ]

[a_gentle_boy]

I'll try to think of more if those don't work!

[Lucas is a helper.]

Is it alright if I come in? I'm not sure if you have to check me over or anything... It's been a while since I left the city.

[sturzflug]

That'd be great.

[ Cue a rather ominous laugh. ]

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure. How long've you been out? I can look you up.

[ Jean pulls out his clipboard, looking for this morning's names. ]

So, you got a name?

[a_gentle_boy]

Lucas.

It's been about two hours - I went out to, um, take a look around my family's old cabin, but I found this on the way.

[He holds up the Swadloon.]

It's, um...

I think it has some sort of sleeping sickness.

[sturzflug]

Crap, why didn't you say something?!

[ Believe it or not, Jean takes Pokemon very seriously. ]

You want us to call a doctor or something? We've got medicine around here somewhere...

[ While he frets, Jean finds Lucas' name and checks him under "Returned." ]

Alright, I'm opening the gate-- try not to get caught under it or something.

[a_gentle_boy]

Oh! Sorry - I didn't mean to worry you!

[Lucas sounds a little embarrassed.]

I actually work at the Medical Center. It's fine; it's just... really lazy, is what I mean.

...Maybe I'll buy some sort of energy supplements for it.

[sturzflug]

W-worried? I wasn't worried.

[ HAH, he totally was. Now Jean's backpedaling like mad. ]

Just... do that, yeah. You're the expert, y'know. Whatever.

Voice

[celebrity_commentator]

Uh...everyone alright out there? You know you're broadcasting, right?

[sturzflug]

Shut. Up.

[ Ohhhhh my god how embarrassing Jean IS OFFICIALLY PISSED. Good job. ]

There are no wings there. There will never be wings there!

voice

[sturzflug]

H-huh?

[ Is he? Crap, now people are gonna think he's slacking on the job. Which he was, but... ]

Shit, my warp band wasn't supposed to be on. Just... uh, carry on, then.

[a_gentle_boy]

Ahah... But it's nice of you to be so concerned. Thank you.

[Lucas blithely ignores the backpedaling and smiles.]

I'm not really an expert - not yet. I'm still going to see if there's anything wrong with it, but all of its emotions were pretty normal.

[sturzflug]

Don't get me wrong. I'm worried about the Pokemon, not you.

[ Yeah, that's totally better. ]

You do that. Make sure he's okay or whatever.

voice

[celebrity_commentator]

So two of our illustrious guardsmen can grow wings, huh?

voice

[sturzflug]

No, neither of us can. Don't listen to Eren if he says otherwise. He's just a big metal bird-brain.

action;

[stahlflugel]

[he has to keep Jean in line SOME how, or else that pride will grow to gigantic proportions and crush all of Union. Eren sticks out his lower lip in a pout, glaring at Jean over the collar of his coat]

You PUNCHED me!

[stahlflugel]

Yeah, they're not very big, and I only had four to donate. [Eren huffs] I'm sure there's plenty left down there... it's just not easy to get to. Or safe. No one wants to give their lives for iron. But... it is a limited resource, you know? It will run out EVENTUALLY.

[stahlflugel]

Y-yeah. Everything's fine... S-sorry about that. [he casts a glare in Jean's direction, then looks back at Flynn] It's the weather, sir. Flying types, you know? The ice has us on edge... N-not that that's an excuse!! Ahh.. just... an explanation...

[stahlflugel]

He does. They're right there, right on his butt! AND THEY'RE FLUFFY!

[makeitquick]

Unless we find a way to start farming whatever it is you turn into.

[ Names? Skarmory? She doesn't know that that thing is. But hey, he molts metal, so ]

[stahlflugel]

[after listening to his conversation with Jean] ALL OF THOSE IDEAS ARE AWFUL! ... Except maybe the balloons. [is he really considering it....]

voice

[stahlflugel]

I can grow them. Jean always has them, right there above his butt. Useless little fluffy wings.