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[blutundeisen]

Oi, oi, oi!

[This guy's pacing back and forth, growling a little with annoyance. A Starly is perched comfortably atop his head, fluttering his wings slightly to keep his balance whenever the man he's using as a seat makes a particularly sharp about-face.]

So it keeps coming to my attention that none of you people out here in the wonderful world of Pokémon know anything about my Awesome Self! Well kesesese! [Believe it or not, that odd hissing sound is a laugh.] I'll do you all the favor of telling you my life story, which is super-cool and not at all pathetic! Right, Fritz?

[The Starly extends his wings with a pleased chirp, claws tightening lightly in the man's hair.]

For those who haven't heard of me, I'm the Mighty Prussia! Worship me! Praise me on your knees!

DAMMIT, JADE.

[hagyjbeken]

[That voice.

That laugh.

There is only one person she knows of that would be that obnoxious and loud about not being known. Thus the brunette can't help but wander towards the source of the voice, a Ponyta following at her side.]

Mighty, huh? Last time I checked you weren't all high and mighty about anything. But, hey, maybe someone will take some pity on you in this place.

[blutundeisen]

[Sharpest. About. Face. Yet. Enough to topple the Starly from his perch atop his head, the little bird twittering madly at the abrupt motion.]

Ungarn?! Hungary?!

[Enjoy the 'gear all but spinning as he picks it up. Is that excitement on his face? Definitely not. Nope. Definitely annoyance.]

Oi, this's my Pokémon adventure. Single-player! I wouldn't trade with the less-awesome you even to catch 'em all!

[hagyjbeken]

[Uh-huh, sure, not excitement at all. Though she can't help but grin a bit at the poor Starly being unperched, even if her Ponyta tries to apologize for the abruptness.]

Poroszország.

Well, if you want to go that route, how about we make a little bet? Competition breeds excellence, you know.

[tentacletrainer]

Before I decided to worship and praise you, I have a few questions. What will you do for me and my poor, peasant family living in the farmlands? Will you bless our crops? Make sure our Miltanks always provide bountiful milk? Protect our homes from swarms? One cannot simply start worshiping a god without these kinds of things secured for them.

[[If the man can't tell, this girl isn't taking him seriously at all.]]

[blutundeisen]

Eh?

[Don't mind him getting in real close to the 'gear. Enough that you'd be able to smell him, if he weren't in a different city entirely. Probably a different region, too, since it sounds like Cherrygrove behind him.

He's stumped for a minute before:]

Take it in your own hands, kesesese!! Will your crops to grow! Spread-- Iunno, fertilizer'nd shit all over the fields, like whoosh! Whoosh! Order those Miltanks to produce milk by reminding them of your less-awesome-than-me-but-still-pretty-cool-for-a-peasant self's own greatness! And then bam! Get a weapon and fight back against those swarms for yourself! No surren-deeeeeer!!

[He clenches a fist as if he were addressing an entire parade ground.]

And then remember it was the Great Prussia who gave you th'advice when you're sitting as lord of your farmlands, kesesese!

[tentacletrainer]

Huh...

[[She thought about that answer, tapping her chin...]]

Maybe it'd be worth becoming Prussian.