At last, that glorious moment of the once long and forgotten term known as "patience" ceases to exist in the mind of poor, poor Breen. And that's assuming he had any of it to begin with. And of course, I mean, it ceases to exist in the way that, it's finally his time to talk to whatever scatterbrain running this seemingly random booth in the middle of the guild is doing, anyway. Just before he snaps from playing the waiting game for much too long, a Delibird gestures him to move forward. Sweet. Friggin'. Relief.
Breen slams his paws down on the desk, shuffling the papers about, staring straight into the line of sight with the Delibird, who's just staring right back at him with a happy-go-lucky smile and peaceful attitude. Just like him, that filthy featherbrain! "Hullo~!" He grins, giving a bit of a wave towards Breen.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy. No time for some sorta meet 'n greet kinda deal here. I wanna know what you're doin' that's leavin' me outta a job!" Out of a job? Breen, what are you- ooooh, I see. You see, from time to time, if the Outlaw and Rescue boards in the guild appear to be a little lackluster in the action side of things (and believe me, they always are), Breen will take mercenary requests out of his comics - similar to the Kraidslist outside the more run down towns, kinda like a bartering sorta deal. No need to accept it or anything, just make sure it gets down, and you'll be paid handsomely, without the cruddy guild-tax tacked onto it! Plus! As an added bonus! Complete 100 jobs from these comics and YOU get to meet THE Rocket Zigzagoon and his buddies the Protectors of the Pokeverse, Breen's favorite comic super-heroes! The comic ads haven't received much reaction in the line of anyone, with the exception of one 3-D glasses wearing wacko of a Mudkip - you know who that is - and a Grovyle. It seems as though this Delibird has taken note of this, and is SELLING - no, worse... - GIVING THESE JOBS AWAY FOR FREE! What an asshole!
The Delibird shrugs, still smiling, "I've no idea what you mean, 'lil guy! I just thought it'd be a great idea to give these jobs out to those looking for them! Hehe! Isn't that fun?" Breen pouts, attempting to make himself look a bit taller. "Buddy, FUN is sliding down some log in a dungeon, ending up in a pile of leaves, stepping on said pile of leaves, resulting in a trap door leading down to some Legendary Pokemon you can recruit for our team." He doodles this all out on a flyer on the table. "BAM! That's action. Now, I'd rather not have others learn about my super-awesome comic deal with these, alright?"
"Hmm...nah. This is fine."
"And what if I don't want you to?" Breen smirks, getting a tad angry with this guy.
"Ahem...Bonny? Clyde?" The Delibird claps, looking behind Breen, who scoffs, laughing. "Pfft. What kind of names are Bonny and Clyde? What, are those your security buddies who I'm at first gonna assume are some dorky Wurmples and or Caterpies who end up being a Golem and Machamp as soon as look behind me, and then one of them's gonna pick me up, stick a flyer to my face with a drawn on frowny, and kick me out of the guild?
The Delibird blinks, gesturing for Breen to turn around. "Ha! I knew it'd be two bug type Pokemo-"
"Goddammit...they were tough for a friggin' bug..."