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victory_road2017-02-21 08:28 pm
notvaljean) wrote in victory_road2017-02-21 08:28 pm
video; A Blitz Kirschtein Production
[The communicator comes on with an audible zap. It’s obvious why a moment later, when a very cranky, very round face peers down into the screen. It’s Blitz the Electrode, terror to all who know him, looking exceptionally disgruntled, even for him. He makes some annoyed crackling sounds, and someone moans off screen.]
Go chase wild Pokemon if you need something to do, just stop making noise…
[Blitz rolls his eyes at the camera, then ducks down to pick up the communicator in his mouth. The image jars around a bit as the Electrode moves it, showing, amongst other things: a startled Torracat face; a pair of sneakers discarded under a bed; a backpack that has very clearly been dug through by some greedy Pokemon looking for treats. It finally settles on a bed, with its blankets all tossed and crumpled. The bed’s inhabitant isn’t visible, except for a shock of tangled, ashy blond hair, and one long, skinny arm sticking out from under the covers.]
[Blitz crackles again, and the blankets shift.]
I said go away!
[The blankets move, and Jean peers out from underneath them. His hair is standing up in all directions, his eyes are so puffy they’re almost swollen shut, and his nose is bright red and dripping.]
The hell do you…
[His voice trails off and his eyes widen, as much as they’re able, when he sees what Blitz has.]
Blitz, no! That better not be recording, I swear to…
[Jean reaches for the communicator, and Blitz makes a smug sound as he rolls backwards, out of reach.]
Jean?
[Another voice, this one equally weak and clogged up.]
Jean, what’s going on?
[Jean shoots a wild-eyed look over his shoulder, and Blitz helpfully hops up to show there’s another bed in the room, similarly inhabited by another teenager and a curled up Arcanine.]
Nothing! Nothing’s going on!
[Jean turns back to Blitz, and there’s pure murder on his face now.]
You give me that communicator, you fat ball of plastic, or I swear to the gods…
[OOC: Sharing is caring and Bertolt gave his plague cold to Jean, so answers could come from Jean or Bertolt or both!or even Blitz, if anyone wants to talk to him]
Go chase wild Pokemon if you need something to do, just stop making noise…
[Blitz rolls his eyes at the camera, then ducks down to pick up the communicator in his mouth. The image jars around a bit as the Electrode moves it, showing, amongst other things: a startled Torracat face; a pair of sneakers discarded under a bed; a backpack that has very clearly been dug through by some greedy Pokemon looking for treats. It finally settles on a bed, with its blankets all tossed and crumpled. The bed’s inhabitant isn’t visible, except for a shock of tangled, ashy blond hair, and one long, skinny arm sticking out from under the covers.]
[Blitz crackles again, and the blankets shift.]
I said go away!
[The blankets move, and Jean peers out from underneath them. His hair is standing up in all directions, his eyes are so puffy they’re almost swollen shut, and his nose is bright red and dripping.]
The hell do you…
[His voice trails off and his eyes widen, as much as they’re able, when he sees what Blitz has.]
Blitz, no! That better not be recording, I swear to…
[Jean reaches for the communicator, and Blitz makes a smug sound as he rolls backwards, out of reach.]
Jean?
[Another voice, this one equally weak and clogged up.]
Jean, what’s going on?
[Jean shoots a wild-eyed look over his shoulder, and Blitz helpfully hops up to show there’s another bed in the room, similarly inhabited by another teenager and a curled up Arcanine.]
Nothing! Nothing’s going on!
[Jean turns back to Blitz, and there’s pure murder on his face now.]
You give me that communicator, you fat ball of plastic, or I swear to the gods…
[OOC: Sharing is caring and Bertolt gave his plague cold to Jean, so answers could come from Jean or Bertolt or both!
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I think Blitz knows he'll lose his access to candy if he does that.
[Affection? Screw that. Blitz is definitely just keeping Jean around cause he spoils him with candy.]
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You hear that, Blitz? You keep being a piece of shit and you're not getting any candy today.
[Jean drags himself back up into the bed and huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.]
Guess I'll just have to give all my other Pokemon candy, since Blitz is too busy being a sack of assholes to come get some!
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I think that threat would have more effect if he didn't already raid your backpack for everything good.
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He's so bad...
[How something with no arms or hands is dexterous enough to get all the candy out of the backpack is something Jean will never be able to figure out.]
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Yes. But you'd miss him if he wasn't there.
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[Don't sound so reluctant, Jean, you know you love your doucheball.]
He'll get tired of playing with it eventually, right?
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Probably.
You really should be resting anyway.
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[Maybe. Probably. Jean hopes.]
It's boring just resting all the time.
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[he suspects Jean won't go for that but it is polite to offer.]
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hook the man up with a Harry Dresden novel, for the love of god!]Do you have anything good?
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I wouldn't be reading them if they weren't any good.
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Do you have one that's not like a boring textbook?
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How about the one you got me for Christmas? That's more of a journal than a text book. It's really good.
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Yeah, okay. That sounds all right.
[In his illness and boredom, Jean has completely forgot about the sketch he made in the front cover of the book.]
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BrentJean.]I'll go get it for you.
[Armin picks his way across the junk strewn floor, and he returns soon enough, the book Jean gave him tucked into the crook of his elbow.]
It's really good, I think you'll like it.
[He says that about all the books.]
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[It's said without malice, though, and Jean reaches out to accept the book. Blitz, realizing that all attention is no longer on him, pokes his face out from under the bed and makes a curious crackling sound. Jean ignores him.]
It's someone's personal life story, isn't it?
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Yes. Of course it is hard to verify if it is all true but... it sounds like they lived a good life.
[Armin wouldn't mind that sort of life! Training, travelling, not getting eaten by titans.]
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[He'd be a lot better with the ladies, for one. Jean opens the book and thumbs to the first page. It's a little odd how Armin is perched at the edge of the bed, but he isn't going to say anything.]
Did they have a Voltorb on their team?
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[Armin would. He might not outright lie, but he certainly would leave a lot of his more private thoughts. He doesn't even always write those down in the journal he has been keeping here --there is nothing about his suspicions about Annie in there, for example-- but even what he has written down would already embarrass him loads if anyone else were to read it.]
They don't. But they do have a story about meeting some voltorbs.
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Oh, where's that part?
[Jean starts flipping through the book, glancing at the illustrations and looking for Voltorbs.]
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Armin leans over, one hand resting for a moment on Jean's knee as he skips further into the book to the bit with the voltorbs.]
It's here, but are you sure you want to read it like that? You won't know any of the backstory.
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[Jean shakes his head. He's not going to think about that. He's going to read this book and learn about Voltorbs, and Armin touching his knee is probably just a fluke. It mostly likely won't happen again.]
I can figure it out.
[Jean starts reading the book in the middle like a heretic, but he doesn't get very far.]
Hey!
[He looks up, terribly indignant and affronted.]
They say all Voltorbs are jerks!
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He really isn't a very touchy-feely person, not like Reiner or Connie who had always seemed to be possessed of an almost pathological need to touch other people. The only person he is really free like that with is Eren, and Mikasa to a lesser degree. The way their friendship had been progressing had made Armin move thoughtlessly, but if Jean doesn't like it, obviously he's going to take greater care not to do it in the future.
He sits back again, hands loosely curled together across his thighs. Jean's offence has him lifting one brow.]
It's just one person's opinion.
[Though, really, Armin hasn't seen any proof to the contrary that Voltorbs aren't huge jerks.]
Just because it is in a book doesn't mean it has to be true.
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[He'll never admit that he always felt a little jealous whenever that happened.]
[Jean looks at Armin suspiciously.]
But you always believe what you read in books.
[Back to the page. Just because literally one hundred percent of all the Voltorbs they've met have been jerks doesn't mean they all are!]
They say they were somewhere with lots of Voltorbs, but I've never seen another one around. No one else seems to have one. Just Blitz.
[Who crackles cheerfully at the mention of his name. Yep, he's one of a kind!]
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I don't always believe what I read in books, Jean. Most of the books we were assigned to read during training were full of hogwash.
[The divine right to rule of kings? The history of how they came to the walls? How nothing can survive outside of the walls? So much nonsense. Books have lied to them every day, and Armin knows it.]
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