17th Match // Video/Action // Freaky Friday event

[fuelthefire]

Who: Krieg and YOU!
What: Freaky Fri-Week has begun!
Where: Sevii, Blackthorn, Goldenrod, ???
When: January 21st - 27th
Warnings: Rated "K" for Krieg

Prompts in the comments!

Tag in action-style if your character is in the area, or hit up any thread with a phone or vid call-style tag if your character is trying to get in touch long-distance.

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January 21st: Armin

[fuelthefire]

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THERE'S NO RUM IN THIS COCONUT!
     CRISPY BURNING GOODNESS!
[It's a beautiful day in the Sevii Islands, as usual, even in the middle of winter. The sun is shining, the surf is crashing, the coconuts are yelling magnificently as they attempt to body-slam indulgent Incineroars...]

I'M GONNA SWALLOW YOUR THROAT, BADASS!

[Armin sure is acting weird today. He's ripped off his shirt, pulled his hair back into a teeny ponytail to keep it out of his face, and is attempting to go to pound town on Magellan, who is taking all of his hits with no ill will and a palpable amount of bemusement.]

video;

[schachmeister]

[This is weird. This is so weird. Everything has been really weird ever since Armin woke up in Krieg's body. And he hopes, he can only hope that Krieg is in his body or else. Well. He isn't actually capable of conceptualising what else, he'll deal with that if that comes to pass.

So, it's a panicky looking Krieg (Armin) that contacts Armin's (Krieg's) gear. His mask is off, his forehead oddly reddened.]

K-Krieg?

[His voice is Krieg's normal low rumble, but with a very un-Krieg-like edge of nerves and panic.]

video;

[fuelthefire]

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[It takes several minutes before Armin gets a response, and when he does, it's not Krieg (Kriegmin?), but Magellan who picks up. When he sees who it is, he immediately begins purring. There's the face of the man he once Thunderpunched all to heck! It only takes him a moment to get Krieg's attention, because all that entails is uncurling one beefy arm from behind his back where Krieg had been doing his level best to pin it with a series of quiet grunts and half-mumbled Krieg-isms.

Krieg hangs on when the arm uncurls and is lifted into the air. Armin is treated to the sight of his own bare-chested torso and a pair of gaudy swim trunks that Krieg had managed to scrounge up from somewhere. Even with the drawstring pulled snug, they're very low on his skinny nerd hips.

He blinks when he sees his own face in the video feed - surreal!, but continues to hang on stubbornly to Magellan's arm.]

New bod, who's this?

January 23rd: Jean

[fuelthefire]

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THE SPARKS ARE FLYING
     BUT WILL HE STICK THE LANDING?
[When he'd gone to sleep last night, he had been sunburned all to hell and every last muscle and tendon in his entire body had been aching. As sleep drops away and consciousness returns, he's almost instantly aware that nothing hurts the way it should and that he is being snugged from behind by a large, warm, presumably sleeping body. That's pretty weird but, eh, okay, whatever. His sleep-muddled brain can tolerate that with no questions for now. The thing that actually causes him to sit bolt upright and yell loudly into the early morning silence is actually...]

WHY DOES EVERYTHING SMELL LIKE BUTTS AND BODY SPRAY!?

[Sorry, Bert.]

big yell aww ye

[bertall]

<sub>[It's fortunate too that for once Bertolt has remained in one position for most of the night, too! No knees or elbows getting jabbed into weird places this morning, no sir!

Except now when he hears Jean yelling, the sound jerking Bertolt from a sound sleep with a high-pitched shriek of his own as he dislodges himself from Jean and practically explodes out of bed to get to his feet.

...Actually, he just flat out falls out of bed with a thunk, but don't tell anybody.]</sub>

Jean?! What's going on? What happened?

_{[DOES HE NEED TO GRAB A WEAPON? THE ONLY THING HERE ARE PILLOWS AND A HARDCOVER BOOK.]}

HELL yeah!

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[Once on his feet, Krieg discovers that he's wearing a shirt. THAT will not stand, so he's halfway through pulling it off when Bert falls out of the bed with a loud THUMP and is yelling, too.

And...He knows that voice!]

...Big Guy?

[He's frozen for the moment with the shirt half off and over his head and with his cute teenage boy belly exposed, waiting for a reply.]

video;

[notvaljean]

KRIEG!

[Guess who just woke up and is, quite frankly, delighted with this turn of events?]

GUESS WHAT I HAVE?

[Spoiler alerts, it's your body. Your glorious, eight-packed, corgi-legged body.]

I'm going to wrestle the shit out of Death Chicken!

video;

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SPARKY!

[Just going off of past experience with Armin, he's assuming the guy on the video who looks like him and sounds like him is Jean.]

DID YOU GET MY EIGHT PACK AND MY SICK BICEPS?

[And his corgi gams????]

the customary evening video call

[sunspotted]

[ it's the evening of the twenty-third, and marco is settling in for his customary call to jean. they're in a colder part of the continent right now, so he's surrounded by three fire types - lucia, his growlithe, francis, his litten, and polo, on loan to him from jean for pure protective purposes.

polo has also been missing jean, of course, so this could be a nice surprise for the other boy, as marco presses the call button. ]

Yooooooo

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[Krieg flips the 'Gear on with his (Jean's) left eye up close and personal with the camera, as is customary when he answers vid calls. There is an unfamiliar face on the line, which makes sense, because Jean knows people he doesn't, but then there's also a familiar face on the line as well. A furry, whiskery face. It's the fuzzy face that causes Krieg to sit up from his reclining position on the floor (oooooh, all those crunches he did earlier are repeating on him in the most painful and glorious of ways) and hunch over the 'Gear in excitement.]

Polo! Where are you!? This is a wrestling emergency!

[Forgetting for the moment that the sun's gone down and that it's snowy and negative one billion degrees outside. If Polo were to turn up on the FCAB's doorstep right this instant, Krieg would do his very best to suplex him with Jean's noodle bod.]

January 25th: Angel

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MY OPERATIC DIVA OF FLESH AND STEEL
     SORRY AS A SLICE WOUND
[This week has been Very Weird and Krieg really hopes that whatever is causing him to switch bodies all over the continent is over ASAP. It had been shocking and a little upsetting to realize exactly how little muscle mass Armin has, and slightly less shocking to discover the basically the same thing about Jean, but those discovers had been...manageable. Two days of extreme strength training wouldn't grow pecs on their pecs overnight, but at least it was a start.

Getting stuck in the boys' bodies first had probably been a good lead-up to...this. Because if he'd jumped directly from Meat Man to Noodle Girl, he might have just died from shock and terror. Mostly terror. He knows Angel is a lot stronger than she was when she'd arrived two and a half years ago, but she still has a very slight frame and basically no muscle tone. Because of that, he's afraid to move off of her bed. What if he trips and bangs up her knees or her head? He'd never forgive himself.

No, he'll just sit here quietly on her inn bed with 'Dora and Mari, and pet them both for however long they want to be petted. Hopefully they'll be down for one or two solid days of this.]

(Super Late) Action

[brokencode]

[Angel has been a handful of people over the last few days. On the third day of this twisted adventure, now, Angel can firmly say she'll never be used to waking up in someone else's skin.

Especially not this one.

Given the circumstances of her upbringing, she had grown used to waking up in pain. Years away from that life, however, had turned those memories into a dull ache somewhere in the back of her mind. It did little to help her when she woke to every limb aching.

Every limb aching, and then some.

She felt not unlike a piece of taffy, stretched too far and too tightly. Coordination had gone out of the window, evidenced by the busted lamp now sitting at her bedside, cast aside by a limb far longer than she was ever used to.

She felt too big, too heavy, too wrong. And she had a horrible idea as to what exactly that meant.]

Krieg -- [Words that might have once been a terrified shriek come out as an angry bellow. She clapped her hands over the mask on her face, only to wince as it bit sharply into her skin. She'd have to add too strong to the list.

Trying to get her limbs to work in conjunction was no easy matter. She managed to stumble to the door, noting with no small amount of trepidation how high up she was. However, once she was out in the hall, and without walls to support her, Angel quickly finds herself tumbling to the ground.

She's only a little embarrassed at the small tremor she causes.]

Krieg, are you in there?

Action

[fuelthefire]

[The loud voice of a man bellowing his name on the other side of the wall causes him to stiffen in shock and his heart immediately begin to race. He's always ready to throw down, but right now he can't, not when doing so would hurt Angel. The accompanying realization is delayed, but does occur a few moments later. If he's in Angel's body, then that means…

Angel needs him. He's just carefully sliding first one skinny leg off the bed to search for the floor with one small foot when the crash in the hallway occurs. Mari and Dora are much faster than he is, and are both off the bed and to the door in a flash.]

Yeah!

[His voice sounds so small, even though he made sure to shout, that he's startled.]

I'm coming!

[Everything is wrong in a way that's totally next level when compared to living life for a few days as Armin and then as Jean. His center of gravity is in a completely different place than he expects, and he stumbles badly on his way to the door. Mari, ever alert like the little champ that she is, rushes back to his side and offers her four strong legs as a prop while he orients himself. Dora comes back too, and insinuates himself somewhat unhelpfully around Krieg's legs, weaving in and out, chirping in concern.

With Mari's help, he makes it to the door. He clings to the door frame once he's pulled it open, and eases himself out into the hall. Adorababy, sadly used to these bodyswap shenanigans by now, is much faster on his feet and is at Angel's side instantly, gently butting his head against her masked face.

For a moment Krieg is struck by just how big he is, seeing himself out of body in person for the first time since all this began. But after that second's hesitation, he's less careful closing the final distance between them, now that he can see the distress she's in.]

I'm here! Are you okay?

[His small, delicate hands seem woefully inadequate for offering any sort of assistance, but he reaches out anyway, one hand on her near hand, one hand on her shoulder. Holy skagsacks, how is he this big?]

January 26th: Bonus! Inner Krieg

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SHUT-SHUT-SHUT-SHUT UP!!!
     I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE VOICE IN MY HEAD
[The video feed is of a one-eyed Darumaka, sitting on what is probably an unmade bed, carefully holding the 'Gear in both of his little hands. He makes small adjustments from time to time and studies the screen intently; he seems to be using the device like a mirror.

The audio is a one-sided argument taking place nearby. The voice sounds a lot like Krieg, but the pitch and intonation is off. Instead of his typically cheerful and sometimes slightly unhinged timbre, the voice sounds like it belongs to a man who has not only Seen Some Shit, but is also Very Tired.]

Oh my god -- just -- please calm down -- I get it -- trust me, I get it -- I'm sure it's not permanent -- Oh my god, just -- Screaming at me isn't going to fix this -- Look, I'm sure all we have to do is wait it out, just like with Armin and Jean and -- No, not really --

...Oh my god.

[The exhausted voice of Krieg (?) falls silent, and the video feed of Dolly cuts off shortly after that, as he reaches one little paw up and touches one of the device's function buttons.]

Video | though she's probably nearby

[notyourgoddess]

[After the many instances of not!Krieg. This is getting ridiculous.]

Alright, so which person are you supposed to be?

video....*for now*

[fuelthefire]

[Tell him about it.

Krieg picks up the device with a quiet aside to Zen Doll - Were you playing with this? - and blinks in something like surprise when he sees Maya.

His mask is off - it's probably been off a lot this week; he can't really picture Armin, Jean, or Angel tolerating it for any length of time - and his face (unremarkable, plain, only lightly scarred) is an open book. Maya might notice maybe 0.3 seconds of wistfulness in his expression before he grimaces and flinches away from the 'Gear, like someone is yelling in his ear.]

Hey. Uh. So, I have no problem telling you, but you're probably not gonna believe me.

[Video]

[agent3]

[Oh. She knows...that voice. Not the tone or intonation, but the voice itself is familiar, of course it is. Whatever hijinks Thida was involved in during the great big switcheroo are over (even if it was just the usual squid kid hijinks) so she feels okay enough to turn on her Poke'gear and look concerned.]

...You okay?

[Video]

[fuelthefire]

[Thida, you absolute sweetheart...!

Has Thida ever wondered what Krieg looks like without his mask? Because if so, her curiosity will finally be satisfied. And if not, well, here he is without his mask. His face is...wholly unremarkable, considering he keeps it totally covered during all waking hours. Both of his eyes appear to be perfectly functional. His nose is a little short for his face, and is crossed with a horizontal scar over the bridge that spans from cheek to cheek. He has a wide mouth with full lips, and it's currently curved up in a wry ghost of a smile.]

I've been worse.

What about you? Any weird adventures this week?

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[notvaljean]

Krieg... oh my god, what did you do?

[Are you ready for some whining? You better be ready for some whining!]

I can hardly move...

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[fuelthefire]

[He knew this was coming. It only serves him right. But it's kind of unfair that he's the one getting the brunt of the whining, instead of the person actually responsible for it.]

...Emergency strength training.

Sorry about that.

Video;

[schachmeister]

[It's been days since Krieg has been in Armin's body, but Armin still feels like he got hit by a freight train. All of his muscles ache. His sunburned skin is slowly moving from bright red and achy into peeling and itchy. At least he finally got his hair cleaned from whatever Krieg did with it while he was in possession of it.

(probably not wash it, for a start)]

Krieg?

[He sounds a little uncertain. It's probably not Krieg. Just another swap. He wonders how long this is going to keep happening. In all honesty, he's starting to get a little paranoid. He's been letting his pokemon handle his device as much as he can (they seem immune to it) and if he found some rubber scrubbing gloves for when he does need to touch it, well, nobody better judge him, okay?]

Video;

[fuelthefire]

[It's not Krieg who picks up, but Zen Doll. The little Darumaka blinks at the 'Gear and stares for a moment or two before lifting the device up over his head and waving it gently.]

What've you got there, Little Dude?

[It's the voice of Krieg - the Very Tired voice. A moment later, both Zen Doll and the 'Gear are picked up, and Krieg's maskless face becomes visible.]

Armin.

[He looks equal parts stricken and guilty when he sees that sunburn. It could just be the guilt talking, but it looks even worse than he remembers.]

Shit. Jeez. I'm sorry about the...Everything.

video too aww yiss

[bertall]

_{[Is this another one of those freaky friday instances like with Jean? Boy, Bertolt hopes so, because this sure doesn't sound like Krieg. But he does mention Jean...]}

What about Jean?

_{[If this isn't Krieg, then where's the real one? Who is this?]}

Who... are you?

/o/

[fuelthefire]

[Wow, that Dolly video post sure is popular. Maybe they can make a web series of Zen Doll vids.

Has Bert seen Krieg's face before? Because if he hasn't, he's seeing it now. It is - maybe surprisingly, since he keeps it covered 99.9% of the time, pretty dang average. Krieg's a fairly plain man, with two healthy-looking eyes, a nose that's a bit too short for the rest of his face with a horizontal scar across the bridge, and a wide, full-lipped mouth.

Said mouth quirks upwards in a brief smile when he recognizes Bert.]

Hey, Big Guy.

[Ooooooooh boy those questions. Uh.]

Which one of those d'you want me to answer first?

video; ROLLS IN LATE WITH STARBUCKS

[shiro2hero]

[Thank Everything he's back in his own body for this. Not that being Yuuko was that bad -- just weird. But still. Something's gone wrong here. Something else...]

[He recognizes this tone, doesn't he. From over a year ago. It's hard not to remember, given the circumstances he'd heard it under.]

Krieg?

Guessing something's still off for you, huh?