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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!
Action;
[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?
Action;
[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.
Action;
Oh, where's that part?
[Jean starts flipping through the book, glancing at the illustrations and looking for Voltorbs.]
Action;
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.
Action;
[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!
Action;
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.
Action;
[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!]
Action;
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.]
Action;
[Bullshit, hogwash... same, same. Jean goes back to the book.]
I want to know where this place is. Maybe if Blitz meets some other Voltorbs he'll stop being an asshole all the time.
[Or maybe he'll become the KING of the Voltorbs and they'll all be doomed.]
Action;
[Maybe because Armin's mind finds it so easy to consider ulterior motives for doing something, he also finds it easy to suspect them in others. Not that he believes everybody necessarily has them, but he sees the world a lot less black and white than Eren does.]
In any case, that part of the story takes place in Kanto. It's the other half of this world. There is supposed to be a place called a power plant where electric pokemon gather. Not just voltorbs either.
Action;
Oh, really? Cool, we should go there. Maybe Blitz will meet some relatives or something. And then you guys can get electric types too.
[Don't you want a Blitz of your own, Armin? DON'T YOU?!]
Action;
Once we've seen all of Johto, I definitely want to travel there next. They have gyms there too.
[Of course Armin wants to see all the parts of this world.]
Action;
[Jean starts flipping through the book again, like an absolute heathen.]
I'm looking forward to the islands. I've had enough of this being cold all the time crap.
Action;
I don't really care how cold or warm it is where we are going. [He does a little though, because it is not like he has the body fat necessary to stay warm in weather like this.] I just really want to see the ocean and everything else there is supposed to be on those islands.
Action;
Yeah, they sound pretty great. I heard there are some really weird Pokemon there.
[Like, super weird.]
Hey, do you remember that little ghost Pokemon we met in the fall? His type lives on the islands.
[Look at that, Jean did some reading on his own.]
Action;
[Armin has just been reading about whatever pokemon can be found in the oceans, not on land. He's just... ocean pokemon, man. How could he resist.]
I know there's a lot of amazing water type pokemon.
Action;
Yeah, all sorts of them. Someone told me about this things called snorkeling. It's where you wear a mask and a tube in your mouth and float on top of the water, and then you can see everything happening underneath. It's supposed to be really cool.
[But also ghosts!]
I think I'm going to try and catch one of the ghost Pokemon. They look like that electric mouse one, but they don't have any electric powers.
[Blitz crackles from under the bed. No more electricity Pokemon in Dumb Narrow's party, thank you very much! He's got that part covered.]
Action;
[He can hear that crackling, Blitz.
And the snorkelling sounds interesting. It sounds super interesting, but ah, he'd need to know how to swim for that, right? Armin has never done more than play in shallow streams with Eren as a kid. He rather doubts he would be able to just... float on the water. Even he is much too heavy for that.]
Action;
You're going to spend all your time catching ocean Pokemon, aren't you?
Action;
[Yes, all his time.]