Jellal was a wizard saint at half power, yet there are people who have wiped the floor with him and more fucking inconsistencies
Gonna have to let you hold that one, fam. Any time where Jellal gets shitkicked is a good time for me. The real inconsistency is Midnight wiping the floor with him but him and his entire guild getting beat by Jellal without him trying later.
Okay, speaking for real, it’s been shown that while the Wizard Saints are the ten strongest wizards in the country, they needn’t necessarily be on par with one another. Makarov just straight up kills Jose, and despite using an explicit 1HKO, the implication is that Makarov was a good deal stronger than Jose by virtue of Jose avoiding confrontation with him earlier. How one shitkicks a character also matters (unless they’re Jellal, in which case he’s automatically stronger and better and must win because he’s a Mary Sue)–Jura easily beat down Brain, but was earlier subdued through smart planning and tactics by Angel and Gemini.
As Luther’s new bodyguard, Felix has duties. Mostly they seem to involve just keeping an eye on Luther and the surrounding environment, which, honestly, Felix is pretty practiced at the latter half of that statement, so including the former is no trouble. It also apparently involves standing outside the door of Luther’s suite, after Luther had announced something about a booty call and how Felix wasn’t allowed to watch.
Whatever. He’s got his new phone (with a Hello Kitty cover), real clothes, a t-shirt that says Hello My Name Is “Fuck You”, and amazing shitkicker boots.
And when Salinger arrives, presumably for said booty call, Felix gives him his most winning smile. “’sup, Florida Man,” he greets smugly. “You’re not allowed in until I check you. You might be a threat to my client’s safety.”
It took me 2 ½ years to break these shitkickers in. I can finally say they are the most comfortable things ever. Most of the time its the littlest things in life that can make you happy….keep you going…..(insert smiley face here)
lol… I found the Satyricon shirt I wore to one of my first “official” job interviews. Yes… lol…. That shirt, black jeans, a leather jacket, shitkicker boots with chains nailed into the rubber, long black hair and facial piercings.
I think my whole philosophy was “If I get the job, great. If I don’t, then the world is as shitty and judgmental as I keep telling people it is.”
Oh the angst…
I kicked over his desk and lit a cig when he dismissed me for my piercings without hearing my qualifications.
Sometimes I miss that kid. Sanity can be painfully boring.