Overflow: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

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Overflow: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

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Jean Kirstein | Attack on Titan | Witch

[trost]

A | Goblin Market

[ Half an hour into his arrival here, Jean decides to explore the town. He's cautious still - an old habit of his that's been around sINCE childhood - but there's nothing to be accomplished by hiding away from what he doesn't know. The town reminds him a little bit of Marley in the way it's set up, but the people look nothing like anything he's seen. They talk like humans, they walk like humans (for the most part), but there's ... something inhuman-looking about almost everyone. Monsters, apparently? People turn into monsters here. That's not an all a settling fact to learn, but honestly, he's been in worst situations.

The market does catch his eye, if only because he's quite peckish and also curious about all these products he's never seen before. When he hovers near one of the stalls, the shopkeeper is quick to start his sales pitch.

'Love potions! Find the person of your dreams or become completely irresistible to everyone around you! Son, I think this is exactly what you need!'

Jean is quick to give him a flat look. ] Anyone can tell that that's a scam, old man. Who would fall for that?

[ ... ] Wait a minute. Are you saying I look desperate?

[ High-tier rude. He has a very successful love life(no). ]

B | Goblin Market

[ So after having a sample rudely spread on his hand, Jean is now feeling the unfortunate side effects of the dodgy potion. Minutes into making his way across town, he's starting to feel a little ... light on his feet. ]

You're kidding me. The potion actually worked ...? [ The vendor told him the potion was supposed to lift his spirits, turn his sullen look into one of delight and bliss ... He's certainly feeling that some form of 'lightness' right now, only it's more physical than emotional.

In fact, his feet start parting with the ground soon after, leaving him floating in the air like an untethered balloon. ]

Hey! What the fuck ...?! [ He definitely doesn't want to go flying about in the sky with no way to get down, so he grabs the hand of the nearest person beside him. It's really just his luck that he didn't bring his gear with him. ]

C | some restaurant ok

[ At this point, Jean's gathered that he's apparently a witch. Being the 'normal' guy for most of his life, it's definitely difficult to get his head around having some form of innate ability. Just a week or so ago, he didn't even know magic had existed, after all. It's a good idea to get a handle on his magic, because he doesn't have any weapons here and that's leaving him virtually defenseless in a world he doesn't understand.

Jean's always been cautious, though. He starts small. Sitting outside a cafe, he's decided to try his hand at making his coffee warmer with the use of magic. Warm coffee is nice. Warm coffee is safe. Nothing should go wrong, right? ]

What do I even do? Think about it?

[ With his lack of experience, and the magic that's flowing out of him as a result of the new moon, this is likely to end in some mishap. He could raise someone's body temperature to the point of making them feverish, set someone's clothes or things on fire, or just warm up the wrong cup of coffee. ]

WILDCARD

[ Do something else with me. If you leave a blank comment, I'm happy to do starters. Jean is from a recent chapter in Attack on Titan, so feel free to let me know if you'd rather avoid spoilers! I can otherwise be contacted at capsu. ]

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[dirtdevil]

Don't be so sure.

[ whoa holy shit, is that..... a familiar voice?? probably not the one Jean most wants to hear at the moment (or, like. ever), but maybe it's a small comfort in this strange place.

ha ha, small. get it? ]

There's all kinds of weird shit like that around here. Probably still not worth it, though.

[ leave it to Jean to be immediately offered a "tfw no gf" potion. ]

SHORT KING

[trost]

[ No, this is more than a small comfort. The last time he had seen Levi, the guy was pretty much half-mummified and barely even alive. It's really a wonder how he survived all he had gone through, but he's not 'humanity's greatest soldier' in name alone. If it were anyone else, they would certainly be dead. ]

Captain Levi? [ Jean definitely recognises him, given that he looks exactly the same (just ... not wrapped head to toe in bandages). The stupid love potion is forgotten and the shopkeeper's attempts at pushing it go ignored. Jean walks over to where Levi is.

Sorry that he's got almost a foot on you though, Levi. Jean is now 6'3". ]

You ... You're looking pretty good right now. [ Not half-dead, he means. Of course, his words can always be taken the wrong way. ]

for AI Kirei

[trost]

[ From here. ]

[ This person is not only abnormal, but so, so, so very irritating. The more he speaks, the more Jean seethes with a petty kind of petulance. ]

.... Now you're just giving me more motivation to be the best Witch ever. [ Because, SPITE. Spite got him into the top ten ranking back in his training days. It's a powerful motivator. ]

[npc_admin]

Really...

[ He turns his head. Lifting his hand, he clamps it over his mouth as he starts to laugh. ]

You humans are really always so interesting. [ The ex-AI laughs a little more before he lets his hand drop. ] Actually, that's a lie. A lot of you are quite boring and I could honestly care less if you live or die. The way that humans live by majority could be much more entertaining, but I digress.

[ He uncrosses his legs and sits up straight. ] Shall we begin?

for Mikasa

[trost]

[ from here. ]

[ She's probably repeating a saying someone has told them but honestly, it has been a long time and he doesn't always remember everything. Jean does believe in the right to bitch about whatever you want, though. He certainly is more than happy to tell people how he feels about things. ]

I'm not surprised there are people like that here too. [ There are people like that everywhere, no matter how safe and peaceful a place looks. ]

Well, it can't be as bad as it is back home. [ Living outside the walls, that is. ] They probably aren't ... hated by the rest of the world.

[ LIKE ELDIANS ARE............ ]

[stopfen]

It doesn't seem to be. [That had been one of the first things she'd commented on. That everyone was so different but still lived so close.] I've learnt a few things, but because witches need bonds... [She shrugs. If Jean wandered around he might notice the richer places had less monsters. There was a divide, but not as large as they'd seen back home.]

From what I've worked out that family was capturing monsters for parts to make potions with or to sell.

[STILL PRETTY WEIRD TO HER that there was places offering to buy scales and stuff.]

for allura

[trost]

[ from here ]

Uhh. Yeah. [ This position makes him feel silly, and the annoying bystanders on the ground continue to laugh at what they're doing. The temptation to kick his shoe at them continues to be all too sweet ...

But he doesn't want to look like an immature brat in front of Allura (or lose his shoe), so he contains it. ]

Go on, then. [ KICK HIM!!! ]

this is a short tag i'm sorryfjklsd

[quintessent]

[AND SHE KICKS HIM

It works but the opposite motion sends her flying backwards just as she was anticipating, and she manages to actually look pretty cool as she uses her limbs to slow her inertia, looking as comfortable with this as she is on the ground. Graceful. Which earns an impressed "ooh" from the audience they've apparently gathered below.]

for annette

[trost]

[ from here. ]

The guys and I used to teach each other back in our training days too. [ Mostly because Instructor Shadis was too scary to approach. Jean has always had good physical aptitude and turned out to be a natural at 3DMG, so his training days were a breeze. He's not used to being bad at something and having to start from the bottom. ]

You were in a monastery? You don't look like one of those religious-types. [ His mind goes to 'crazy Wallist' but she doesn't sound like a very fanatical person. They probably also don't have that religion where she's from, anyway (and the Wall religion has practically died out in his time). ]

c!

[uncooked]

[ a monster. it's a designation he may have been labeled in passing. rumors that have fallen from loose lips fueled by little more than the fear and apprehension. prior to this, he was what some may have deemed a "witch," and to be perfectly honest, it's been a strange concept to suddenly not be something you've always been. replaced, ironically, by something you may have been on separate terms.

except, there was something a lot more literal with this. he feels it against the texture of his skin, especially around his scaly wrists and ... tail? it weighs heavier on him somehow, if just because it still doesn't entirely feel like his own body. akin to how a fish would be out of water, he feels put of place without the magic he's used to employing. regardless, he deals with it with the same nonchalance he would anything else.

sort of. or at least that was plan before the raw fish he just procured from the restaurant establishment bursts into flames— ]

That's one way to cook it. [ it's literal charcoal right now and it may or may not be all jean's fault.

but, mithra genuinely doesn't look all too bothered. ]

homie b

[trost]

[ So maybe he's made what one would call a 'dumb bitch move', attempting to practice his new magic out here in a public place like this. Given that he was working under the assumption it would only be a tiny spell, he hadn't considered that there were risks involved with even that. He does usually make cautiously weighed decisions, but perhaps his wonderment at having an innate ability at all had clouded his judgment. That's what happens when you've lived closed off in a walled country for most of your life. Everything that's a little bit new is so very exciting.

He won't try this again, at least. He's lucky Mithra was not hurt. ]

Shit. Hey, sorry about that. You didn't get burnt, did you?

[ It doesn't look that way, but Jean does try to check, reaching out to inspect Mithra's hands for any signs of a burn. For a guy who just lost a fish, he's really nonchalant about it, though. Fish (and food, in general) is very valuable to anyone from Jean's world, so he would certainly be annoyed if the situation were flipped. ]

for takizawa

[trost]

[ from here.]

You turned? What could do something like that?

[devilyouknew]

Science.

[Ghouls aren't magical, despite how it may seem. Or at least it can be argued that way. Move a few organs around, hope the host body adapts to it, and presto - new ghoul.]

[stopfen]

[He was being cornered because she didn't understand. Jean?? She's still looking, his attempt at evasion might have hidden his face but it didn't stop her from tilting her head. Antenna just flopping to the side. ]

But...I didn't do anything with it? [Being born with something pretty was different to purposely doing something to be pretty. Wasn't it? Then there's another few awkward seconds as something else occurs to her. Was?] It's not pretty now?

[Not offended or anything just confused. She still treated it the same way. Probably better now actually, given she wasn't a grubby little kid living in a warehouse half the time.]

[trost]

[ He came here for a good time and he's honestly feeling attacked right now. ]

I didn't say that. [ He's quick to correct her on that, in case his difficulty to get his words out leads to a complete misunderstanding. ] Your hair's still pretty.

[ STOP COMING FOR HIM. He doesn't even know how to express what he really means without making it awkward between them both. Really, he thought time would erode these annoying feelings but spending so much time alone with Mikasa is just making things worse. This is bad for his heart. ]

You know, you're a little like Connie sometimes... [ DENSE, HE MEANS, but naturally this unrelated comparison must sound really odd coming right after 'Your hair is still pretty'. ]

for ann

[trost]

[ from here. ]

Oh yeah? What sorts of shady things? If you don't mind me asking.

[confectionerie]

Oh, you know, all the usual stuff. Corrupt politicians, shady government officials protecting criminals, public misinformation. It's gotten pretty bad over the last few months.

for mettaton

[trost]

[ from here. ]

[ He could give Mettaton a grumpy retort along the lines of 'I'm not impressed' but that would be a lie. He is, in fact, really impressed. All this time he thought a machine was just a complicated combination of parts, powered by some kind of fuel (usually oil or coal). Now he's meeting one that's actually 'alive', with a personality and everything? ]

Back home, two of my friends tried to feed a carrot to a car. Don't tell me they're actually on the money about that ...

[ Do YOU eat carrots, Mettaton???? ]

[metalcrusher]

... A CAR.

[oh my god. this level of unfamiliarity with technology... it's unfathomable, but he's imagining it. except instead of these nebulous people jean knows, he just envisions mikasa and jean trying to feed a car...]

FEEDING A CARROT TO A CAR... IS ENTIRELY INEFFECTIVE. IT'S NOT ALIVE. I, HOWEVER, AM ALIVE. AND AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M VERY RABBIT-LIKE NOW. NOT THAT I NEED TO BE, TO ENJOY A CARROT.

[Mettaton would eat the carrot. He doesn't even have a mouth... He gestures, palm-up.]

THE DEFINING FEATURE HERE IS THE FACT THAT I'M SENTIENT, AND CONTROL MYSELF! CARS DO NOT CONTROL THEMSELVES... MUCH LESS HAVE DAZZLING PERSONALITIES.

for tendou

[trost]

[ from here. ]

Yeah I'll just look out for an irritating parrot.

[ Are they friends now? Is he making friends with another guy annoyingly close to Mikasa? History repeats itself. ]

You didn't even tell me your name.

[guesser]

it's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. 12 letters, one man to hang.

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roll a word, mc lovin

A

[straytom]

[Ryuusei was happily strolling along, nimbly dodging the falling feet. Quickly running in to snap up a fallen morsel. No one here cared to try and sell anything to a cat. The scarred cat was nibbling at scrap of fallen meat, lifting his head at the sudden outburst.

He watches for a moment, looking the human up and down. Then he snickers, going back to his food.]

Sure don't look like a guy whose good with the mollies...

[Someone wasn't used to his meows being translated. And that voice sure was deep for such a small creature. ]

[trost]

[ Given that they had cats back on Paradis, Jean doesn't really take notice of the cat sauntering over near his feet until he hears that very striking voice. It's hard to believe such a deep, manly voice was coming from a being that barely goes up to his knees, but that's the evident situation he's in right now. Thankfully, with all he's seen since coming here, he isn't too shocked to see a talking cat. He's going to assume Ryuusei is just some person who had changed themselves into a cat for some reason. It doesn't sound impossible. ]

And I'm supposed to listen to the opinion of a cat? [ Jean crosses his arms, a show of his mild annoyance at this snarky little creature. ] What would you even know?

[ YOU'RE A CAT. ]

a

[slicey]

[ desperate? who cares if you're desperate if it's works! is what the merchant tells him. just hanging around that bottle of crap was a chick magnet, he'd promise. luckily, someone just so happens to approach jean right then and there. a beautiful woman, long silky raven hair, dress and swords, sharpened heels clicking against stone floors . . . thock. thock. thock. the mantidfly fae only stares at him sideways, with an ugly posture to boot— but she stares. stares for an unnerving amount of time before raising a pair of dangerous scissors and . . . slowly, carefully,

snipping off a single strand of his beard. ]

. . . Thick.

[ that's all she says as she sluggishly drops to the ground to pluck the One Hair between her thorny fingers. ]