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Imagine Falma comes up to Grafl one day and asks him to walk with him around the lake edge. Thinking of it as a chance to hang out, the latter agrees.Strangely, they're both quiet until the Sky Legend breaks the silence. "There's...something I've been meaning to tell you...""Hm?"There's a slight pause. Falma's not looking at him, but rather at the lake itself. "See, I it'd be okay. I mean 'cause hey, I'd like you any-" He suddenly slams a hand over his mouth. That definitely wasn't his voice, but it sure did seem to come from his mouth..."What was that?" Grafl asks, grinning at the strange display. "Open your mouth again!""No-! -I'd still be here. Year after year, because you're-" The knight quickly closes his mouth again, face flushing of embarrassment. "I swear that's not me!" He shouts, muffled, though they could still here the song playing as he speaks."I hear it's a weird thing happening to certain Thunder Units lately," Grafl laughs. "The Summoner built a radio station nearby so Miku and the others could play some songs for us. I guess this is Summoner's song, because that definitely doesn't sound like Miku!""How do I- what should it matter to me, what you do in bed with guys?- MAKE IT STOP?!"The pirate looks as if he's close to bursting into laughter. He grabs onto one of the spikes on Falma's headgear and jerks him to the side, nearly making him lose balance. "Hey, try like this. Open your mouth.""Just as I wake up, this morning I had one person on my mind, yes, it was you...- Now it's a girl singing! Hey! Stop laughing!""Hahaa! Sorry, but this is too great! You could definitely sing karaoke now! I mean, I know we did that one time, and you said never to bring it up again, but still!"'At this rate, I'll never be able to tell him...' Falma thinks to himself. 'Wait... Maybe I can...' He concentrates on a song. Maybe... Just maybe, if he can think right... "G-Grafl?...""Hm? What is it?" the grinning pirate asks."I-I need to tell you something..." As he speaks, the music coming from his mouth shifts into another song, into one by one of Miku's apparent friends. The instrumental sounds like an upbeat song, like a girl's been singing right in the middle of it. "Hm?""I want to tell you just how I feel about you.But why is it so difficult just for me to tell you?"This time, he's actually singing along with the singer, as if he's heard the song before."I wish that I could say it, sorry, I, wait a minuteI just want to, um, er I wish, hey, um, I can’t say it.You’re the one that I, um, you’re the one that I, uhYou’re the one that I, er, you’re the one that I , I–""Why're you stuttering so much? You can just say it, y'know.""Hey honestly, I um, truly I mean it, er,I just want to tell you, uh–You’re the one that I-"Sort of, kind of, um, I mean it’s just kind of–Honestly truly and I wanted to tell you that–"The realizatn seems to hit, as evident by Grafl's surprised face. "Falma, what're you-""I sort of kind of can’t I’m not very good at thisI wish I wish I wasn’t so nervous!"Grafl, weirded out a little, looks to the side out of embarrassment. Falma grabs him by the shoulders."Just a minute!""Well?! Say it already!" It's unclear whether he's legitimately angry or impatient."I- That I- That- That I…That I’m in love with–! I- That I- That- That I…"He dares to look up. He seems to lip-sync to the next part perfectly. "That I’m in love with you."As he shuts his mouth, he firmly holds it shut with his hand. The pirate looks at him incredulously, a mix of disbelief, shock, and possible relief."...""...""... You're... I-I mean...you...what?!..."~Mod Chu

~Mod Chu

(IM SORRY. I TRIED TO NOT GET CARRIED WITH THIS ONE. DONT ASK ME HOW THIS ENDED UP SO LONG CUZ I DONT KNOW EITHER.)Imagine Falma had been running errands at his group's campsite in the middle of a forest, near a mountain range. It was to be a simple scouting mission to see if there were any minor gods in the area. Their job was to slay any they find in order to make the trade routes safer to traverse. Grafl had left the group to scout on his own in his airship, insisting that he'd be fine alone. Falma had been preparing for another survey when they all suddenly hear an explosion in the distance. The Sky King turns his head towards the sound, eyes widening. "What was that?!" one soldier shouts. "A minor god?" another suggests. Falma dashes up to a tree and kicks himself upward, having perfected his leaping technique. After all, he WAS the best at midair fighting. Grabbing a branch and pulling himself up, he sees what had happened. In the distance was the famous airship Grafl was known to pilot, and surrounding it was a plethora of what were probably gods, all large enough to take it down. Lightning crashes down on each of them every few seconds, only for them to swat at something on deck. "Grafl!" Falma hisses. Without hesitation, he leaps off the tree and starts trekking on foot, leaving behind soldiers who call to him, saying it'd be dangerous alone or that he was crazy trying to save his friend. He didn't care for their warnings. Weaving through the trees of the forest, Falma had already unsheathed his swords, both of them already crackling with electricity as intense as his pent-up rage. When he finally emerges into a clearing below the airship, he starts attacking on god's feet, hoping to get its attention. "COME AT ME!!" he bellows as the giant turns to face him. It's almost orange hand comes crashing down, trying to swat Falma. Instead, the Sky King takes it as a chance and climbs up it, running up the shoulder and slicing the nape of the minor's neck before leaping once against and landing on the ship. Grafl had been busy, and it was apparent by how valiantly he stood on the middle of the deck. His long-coat had been torn from he bottom, and he had a long cut on his cheek. One god tries to slam down a hand on him, only for him to start shooting. Another tries hitting him, just to result in him rolling to the side. But then another raises a palm and starts to bring it down upon the pirate. That's when Falma slides in and slashes upward, cutting the hand and making the beast howl. "Nice to see you made it," Grafl says with a grin. "Of course." The two stand back to back. "Can't let you have all the fun."The gods suddenly shrink down to a more agile and suitable form for fighting, some of them gaining swords or other weapons for battle. Grafl raises his gun and Falma readies his swords, and as soon as the gods advance they retaliate. Grafl only has to pivot on his foot to aim and watch Falma's back, while Falma has to run forward only for a few seconds before retreating to his position. But soon more monsters join the battle, and soon the two are nearly overwhelmed. One Minotaur nearly jumps on Falma, only for Grafl to turn around and shoot it square in the head. "Thanks-""ARGH!!" While he had turned around, Grafl had been shoved aside by some sort of centaur with ram horns (no it's not Kagutsuchi.) He's rammed against the wall of the cabin and let's out a pained scream as he shoots the centaur. "GRAFL!!" Falma turns to face him, not seeing the other monsters about to take advantage of the distraction. Bang!Grafl, whilst clutching his stomach, still manages to shoot them off. "I-I'm fine! Keep fighting! You'll get killed if you don't!""But-""KEEP FIGHTING!!" Bang bang bang! He's on his knees, firing as much as he can as blood drips from his hand on his stomach. "I'm...counting...on you!... Nngh..."Anger swells up inside Falma. How...dare they?! He's already lost so many others to the gods... Countless comrades...fellow soldiers... And he's had to live with it, only able to keep them in his memory. But Grafl?... He's different. In a great flash of lightning, Falma's appearance abruptly changes. His armor gives off a more bluish hue, and his hair turns lighter, almost chestnut. He swings his blades to the side, pure rage painted in his eyes. "MY FRIENDS ARE HERE WITH ME, IN THESE BLADES!!" His foot breaks into the wooden floor as he lunges forward, cutting down wave after wave of monsters, no matter the size or strength. He sustains a few blows and cuts here and there, but there's no limit of his determination to rid them all. Soon...there are no more monsters or minor gods on board. Falma, exhausted from the ordeal and aching in various places, turns around to face Grafl...... Only to find the pirate on his side, hat covering his eyes. Falma runs over, kneeling down. "Hey, Sky Emperor." He nudges him. "They're all dead. You can get up-"He rolls him over. There's a gaping wound in Grafl's stomach, much bigger than he'd thought. Falma's eyes widen. "Grafl! No, why didn't you tell me?!... Wake up! Hey!" He starts shaking him. "I don't have any Cures on me! But you have to get up! Hey! They're all dead! Grafl, quit playing around and get up!"Tears well up in his eyes. "I was too late?... Dammit Grafl! I'm sorry..." He lies down beside him, stomach down. He's tired. There's a sharp pain in his chest. Was it from a hard blow he took a while ago? He couldn't tell. But it was painful enough to breath. His hand grabs onto Grafl's gloved one, fingers intertwining. "I wasn't strong enough..." he whispers.He closes his eyes, tears streaming down his face. ~Mod Chu

Imagine Grafl and Falma are another picnic, about to have a toast. "Hey, what's this drink anyway?" Falma asks as they toast their plastic cups. "Looks different."The two drink before Grafl answers. "It's some special drink Rashil gave me once.""Wait... You accepted a drink from Rashil?""Yeah, why-"Poof.When the mist fades, the two are staring at more feminine versions of themselves. Falma's hair is much longer, still shaggy, but with more prominent bangs. Her armor doesn't really change, but her face definitely looks like one of a girl's. Like, think of Lava. Grafl's hair is inexplicably in a ponytail, and basically looks kinda like Rickel. Her form is more noticeable than Falma's, as her clothes are a little looser. "W-We're girls?!" Falma screams. "Grafl, this is all your fault!""H-Hey, don't look at me like that!" She waves her hands in front of her. But stops and leans in to get a better look at Falma's face. "Hey... Y'know, you're actually pretty cute as a girl.""W-What?" She blushes at the complement(?)."Then again, your figure hasn't really changed! You still have that girlish figure! Heh!""Urgh... Could you just take things seriously for once?""Haha! But hey, look at the bright side of this! We could totally pass off as new Units like this!""Yeah, sure. Girls who coincidentally dress up just like Falma and Grafl. What would we even call ourselves?""No clue..." Grafl rests her chin on her hand. "'Falma' is girly enough as it is...""Oh, shut it! As if 'Grafl' is any better! Whatever! You do as you'd like as a girl. I'm talking to Rashil on how to reverse these effects..."She starts to storm off, only for Grafl to stop her. "Wait! Okay, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be a jerk like that...""Tch. Just pack up and let's go."Later, as the two are walking through town, they notice various Units staring at them. You'd think by now they'd all be used to Rashil accidentally genderbending Units every other day. "Everyone's staring..." Falma mumbles. "It makes me really nervous...""Why wouldn't they?" Grafl giggles. "You're pretty cute like this.""At this point I can't tell if you're serious or not..."They see Rashil reading on a nearby bench in front of Lan-Lan, and approach him. He only eyes them up and down. "Don't tell me you actually drank it.""What did you expect?!" Grafl snaps. "It's not like I'd let a good drink go to waste..."Falma pulls her back and deals with Rashil herself. "Look, you have a cure or not?""Sorry, ladies. The effects wear off at midnight.""So you're not even gonna apologize for tricking us?""Her," Falma corrects."Me?""Hm... I suppose... How about I treat you both to a drink in the bar? Will that get you to leave me alone?"Inside...The three sit at the bar, Rashil reading his book, Falma consciously drinking, and Grafl waving to any passerby's."Why do you have to be so social in this form?" Falma asks, annoyed. "Aren't you embarrassed like that?""Mm, nah."Just then, Leon walks up to Grafl, leaning on one elbow against the bar counter. He's got that sly grin on and cocked eyebrow... You know the kind. "Hey, Grafl, that you? You look good...""Um... Thank you?""She and I drank the genderbending juice," Falma explains. "I see... I know this is outta the blue, but I wouldn't mind stealing something from you...if you know what I mean?""U-Um..." Grafl laughs nervously. "I just mean a kiss. Don't take it like that.""No thank you...""Heh... Y'know, too bad the effects aren't permanent. I don't roll that way. But maybe you can make me realize I'm-""Wouldja get lost already?!" Falma finally snaps. She gets up and gets in between Leon and Grafl defiantly. "She's not interested, and frankly you're creepy! Get your drunk hind outta here!""Whoa... Alright, alright, sorry," Leon bows. "Right... I should really stop acting like that. Sorry, ladies.~ And Grafl, you got a nice one there. Heh. Even as girls...""A nice what?""See ya 'round.~" Leon leaves, with Falma still fuming and Grafl utterly confused. Rashil barely puts down his book and smiles slightly. "Hm hm... Perhaps I should make more of these genderbending potions... Should be interesting to observe."

(Jokes on you, my friend! Mod-bird already IS a Summoner! -evil laugh- But okay!)Imagine the hijinks that take place when Mod-bird decides to become a Summoner instead of a Unit. Yes, because leading everyone on the battlefield couldn't possibly be more trouble than actually fighting, right?It is. It is more trouble. Mod-bird...is rather clumsy calling out attacks. On more than one occasion, she sends out the wrong squad. Like once she told her Squad to do as they'd like (auto-battle) and she left for a moment. When she came back, only the Twins and Lance were alive. They made it out that time, but still. Then there was that time when she accidentally threw a Divine Light for her Squad instead of the Aries Flute. "Shoot! I'm sorry!" she shouts. "You just wasted a supply!" Lance snaps. And she's also rather...flighty. Her priorities are rather skewed. And at one point she fuses away a Light Totem without thinking to use it to evolve Sefia. Then there's her stubborn antics on the battlefield..."Summoner..." Selena sighs. "I told you before, you can't ride Grafl's shoulder into battle.""And why not?" Mod-bird asks as she perches on Grafl's shoulder. "First of all, it's unprofessional...""Second of all, you're not a bird and you're heavy!" Grafl protests. "I AM a bird!" she argues. "And every pirate needs a parrot! I'll have to fill in that role!""You're a Summoner and you WILL stay on the sidelines to command us!""She seems really adamant about thinking she's a bird," Selena notes aloud as the two argue. "Why is that?..."Later...Mod-bird has succeeded in staying on Grafl's shoulder, much to his dismay, as they're fighting in the Garden of Idols. "Loch and Twins, attack...the Sylph!" Mod-bird commands. "No, wait, I meant the idol!""Make up your mind!""Grafl, shoot the idol!" As Grafl reluctantly turns to shoot, he feels her wobbling on his shoulder. "Stay still!" he chides. "You're messing up my aim!""Sorry!""Hey, Selena..." Sefia starts. "Yeah?""So, I was looking at the Item Guide earlier... I found something in the entry for Yellow Grass.""And that is?""Apparently, if too much is taken, the user may contact Poultry Delusion Syndrome.""Why is that important now?""Poultry Delusion Syndrome causes the user to think they're a bird."The Holy Ice's eyes widen as she glances to the side to see Mod-bird preening the fake feathers on her sleeve. "That...explains so much...""I think we need to take her to the doctors."

Falma1. He was orphaned after a monster attack, and lived alone for a while before a Republican Knight took him in after a display of self-defense. 2. He trained himself to become ambidextrous in order to efficiently wield two swords in battle. 3. He met Grafl while trying to chase him down to apprehend him. Unfortunately, a few minutes after boarding Grafl’s airship, they were attacked and downed by a flock of Djins. 4. He’s really serious about training. He doesn’t want to risk dying in battle again, and therefore insists on spending his time in the training hall. 5. He was the one to find Grafl’s dead body cue Despair Pollution Noise and kept his pistol as a memento. He was pretty depressed for a while before regaining the resolution to fight again. 6. He died after becoming overrun by monsters. He was unable to fend all of them off, even with two swords. 7. He didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. He was a loner. He probably drank at a bar sometimes. 8. When summoned, he silently looks around for his friends to see if they were revived too. I bet he’d also be friends with Weiss or Emilia. Or at least acquaintances. 9. Okay but like, in all three of his forms’ lore, Grafl is mentioned in some way and it’s said he affectionately calls him the Sky Emperor. None of his other friends who’re “here with [him], in these blades” were mentioned by name. That’s enough for anyone to assume “his good friend” Grafl was special to him, don’t you think? :3c10. Man if the anime really is becoming a thing I’m hoping for some AoT’s Levi-style intro for Falma. So boss… (And y’know, GxF hints.)