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05 [written/action]
Jun. 6th, 2014 12:08 pm( feelings and shit you don't care about because there's nothing to respond to )
[Then, at a more reasonable hour...]
[Written - Locked to Erwin and Levi]
I have a report to make, sirs. I discovered Marco Bott of the 104th training class to be missing early this morning. His things are gone too and his name isn't registered on the journal network anymore, leading me to conclude that he's returned home.
There's nothing else out of the ordinary to report at this time.
[This is so much easier to get out in writing. Immediately after, he'll make a more casual public announcement, because he probably ought to.]
[Written]
Marco Bott went home.
[Where he will die, and no one will see, and no one will take the time to give him a proper burial because in the end, there is nothing to distinguish him from the scores of corpses that will be reduced to little but bone fragments and ashes and lingering memories. There's a long pause that won't be reflected in the written message, as he tries to think of something worthwhile to add and fails.]
Just thought people should know.
[But some time later, an addendum will appear at the bottom of the message:]
Anyone know anything about raising sheep?
[Action]
[When he's not training at the Battle Dome or caring for his horse at the stables (recently, he's been going out for longer leisure rides, and today won't break the habit), Jean can be found at the small pen erected outside the Flame Building, where he wonders what the hell to do with the now morbidly fluffy lamb it houses. Aside from slaughtering it and eating like a king, because Marco would've gotten all offended at the suggestion. Speaking of Jean's distasteful, overdone jokes, the lamb in question probably looks a bit miffed that he's here instead of its proper owner.]
[Then, at a more reasonable hour...]
[Written - Locked to Erwin and Levi]
I have a report to make, sirs. I discovered Marco Bott of the 104th training class to be missing early this morning. His things are gone too and his name isn't registered on the journal network anymore, leading me to conclude that he's returned home.
There's nothing else out of the ordinary to report at this time.
[This is so much easier to get out in writing. Immediately after, he'll make a more casual public announcement, because he probably ought to.]
[Written]
Marco Bott went home.
[Where he will die, and no one will see, and no one will take the time to give him a proper burial because in the end, there is nothing to distinguish him from the scores of corpses that will be reduced to little but bone fragments and ashes and lingering memories. There's a long pause that won't be reflected in the written message, as he tries to think of something worthwhile to add and fails.]
Just thought people should know.
[But some time later, an addendum will appear at the bottom of the message:]
Anyone know anything about raising sheep?
[Action]
[When he's not training at the Battle Dome or caring for his horse at the stables (recently, he's been going out for longer leisure rides, and today won't break the habit), Jean can be found at the small pen erected outside the Flame Building, where he wonders what the hell to do with the now morbidly fluffy lamb it houses. Aside from slaughtering it and eating like a king, because Marco would've gotten all offended at the suggestion. Speaking of Jean's distasteful, overdone jokes, the lamb in question probably looks a bit miffed that he's here instead of its proper owner.]
