#mod-bird

Imagine Mod-bird getting into trouble once again. It all starts in the cafeteria when she skids to a stop in front of her Units. "Hey guys!" she chirps. She's holding a familiar-looking potion in her hand. "Check out what my friend's Unit gave me!"Loch's eyes widen. "Mod-bird... Is that from Rashil?... Did you drink from that already?!""Yeah." She takes another swig, thens wipes her mouth with her wrist. "Why?""That's a genderb-!"Poof.Suddenly, her hair is shorter, and her form is noticeably different. "What...happened?" he asks in a slightly deeper voice. He brings a hand to his mouth. "Whoa... My voice is deeper!""Yeah, 'cause that was a-""I could totally pass off for a boy now!" he exclaims, and leaves before Loch could tell him he's already a boy. "How long before he gets in trouble?" Sefia asks jokingly. "I give him five minutes," Selena says. Outside, Mod-bird is already getting into derpy trouble. He's already snooping around he boys' side of the dormitories, trying to get in on any juicy shipping clues. (Because... Mod-bird's really into that kind of ship.)"MOD-BIRD GET OUT!!" Falma screeches as he swats at him with a broom. "Nyaaaah! No hitting! Unless it's on Grafl!~""I SAID GET OUT!!"Later..."I-I guess it's time for me to try out my new voice!" Mod-bird announces on stage at Lan-Lan. He takes a deep breath. "Don't be hopeless, stay focused, gotta grind every time till they open! Gotta-""Wow, he's actually nailing the low notes," Sefia remarks. It doesn't end well when he tries singing the girls' part out of habit. The rest of the night plays out with Mod-bird attempting to leap from rooftop to rooftop in an effort to fly, though that doesn't end well either. And then there's him perching on random Units' heads (though Gilnea was pleased). No, it doesn't have to do with the genderbending. Mod-bird's usually like this.

(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."

-spits drink everywhere-... I can't...really get out of this can I? Ahh here goes. My fave is obviously Grafl, but not to the extent of a fictional crush! Just saying.Who cooks normally?: Mod-bird can't cook. Unless they're fine with grilled cheese and cereal everyday, Grafl cooks. How often do they fight?: Hopefully not often. Maybe debate. About politics ships. Different ideas of ships (she likes fandom ships, he talks airships), but they still debate. What do they do when they're away from each other?: Mod-bird draws and sings. Grafl just trains and goes about his daily life. Nicknames for each other?: Mod-bird would totally call him "Shooty Refutey." That's totally what he'll be called from now on got it? Grafl could call her "That weird bird girl who likes hanging out with me."Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Mod-bird tries to pay if she can. Shooty Refutey better pay her back though. Who steals the covers at night?: It varies. There'd be a lot of pillows too. What would they get each other for gifts?: I don't know... Usually Mod-bird draws pictures for those who are special for her (don't misinterpret that.) She would hope Grafl buys something cute for her... Like a plush. Plushes are cool. Who kissed who first?: Nope. Never. This is the weirdest ask I've ever done. Skip this. I can't imagine it.Who made the first move?: Mod-bird fell head over heels. Literally. She dropped out of a tree and in front of/on top of him. Does that count as a first move?Who remembers things?: Mod-bird is birdbrain. So Grafl. Who started the relationship?: Mod-bird. Would be satisfied with just a bromance. Siblingmance. Whatever. Who cusses more?: Mod-bird never cusses unless it's in song. Grafl wins by default. What would they do if the other one was hurt?: Grafl shoots, Mod-bird internally curses the offender to feel the same pain only a lot worse. Nobody messes with friend. Let us never speak of this again. Or I'll die of laughter.