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Eren has a sick fascination with the infirmary.   Who's going to come back today?  he wonders, peeking inside.   Last year he'd avoided it like the plague unless he was waiting for somebody -- important. The idea of an endless cycle used to disgust him; it still does, really, but it also breeds hope.  An undead army can do a hell of a lot better job than a dead one.

Today, he sees Joseph Joestar. Jojo. They'd crossed paths once or twice during their second year in this hellhole, but Joseph hadn't ever recognized Eren.  There would have been a lot more roughhousing & name-calling if that were the case, he's sure.

A twitch of a smile appears on Eren's lips and he approaches his bedside. How long will it take for him to wake--

                                                                                                up.

Most would react with revulsion. Disgust. Eren is teenage boy.

❝ Jojo -- your own fart brought you back to life!     It smells like chicken and rotten corpse. ❞

Thank you, Eren Jaeger. -- He pokes carelessly at Joseph's shoulder, eyebrows raised in anticipation. A part of him hypothesizes that if Eren treats his old friend like -- just that, he'll be remembered.

❝ Oi. You're making all kinds of stupid noises. ❞

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His own demise was a blur to him. In all honesty, it had been so sudden, that there wasn’t really anything that led up to such events. It seemed to just… happen. They say that the brightest things were the fastest to die, and honestly? Maybe that would prove true for Joseph.

Death at Hope’s Peak was… odd. It was sort of like a nap, the behemoth would recall. A time in the world of the departed, only to reflect on the doubts of one’s life. Only… despite everything, Joseph had no doubts about his life. Didn’t he deserve to live? What had he done so wrong? He would recall the events prior to his death.

Going to the kitchen for… ice cream. His favorite snack. It had been drugged, hadn’t it? The effects of such a drug had lagged him down. On top of that… he noted a horrible pain in his stomach. It was a familiar pain, but… it was one that would resound in his system even in death.

A horrible grumble.

A loud passing of gas.

His eyes opened, as if woken up from a nap, startled by a sudden loud sound. The Joestar would move to turn his head to the side, only to be greeted by an agonizing pain. He cringed, and it spread. His entire body would reflect the feeling of being torn to shreds, Joseph letting out a small groan in protest to such a fate.

“S-Shiiit…”

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With many of Eren's old friends nowhere to be found, he finds himself escaping to the kitchen when he's not exploring the outdoors. It's better than waiting around to be killed, at least. He hears rustling before entering, causing him to pause, and he's sure to be cautious upon entering--just in case.

And as it turns out, that caution was necessary. He narrowly avoids getting splattered by an egg. Which, in hindsight, is better than something like a knife.

Wide-eyed, he looks up at the assailant, but... 

"It's okay." No harm, no foul. It looked to be an accident, anyway. "Wow... what the hell happened in here?" Talk about a mess. He looks at her hands, covered in the same mess that's on the counter. "Are you trying to cook?" he tries. "Or... bake, I guess. A cake?" 

That's what it looks like, at least. "Do you want some help?"

kitchen nightmare { closed }

She’s never cooked on her own before. Every other time she had guidance from the others, their help giving her the confidence to do well. Without it… Well, the kitchen was currently a mess and nothing was even cooking yet.

Flour and milk spread across the counter as a very distressed looking Chrome handled some eggs. If they were the first thing she took care of they would have been cracked with ease. But with the mess around her there seemed little hope.

Nerves were getting the best of the girl. And after some fumbling one went flying, landing at someone’s feet.

Oh, shoot. They were probably going to get mad and start yelling now, knowing her luck. "Sorry."

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{ you're a Monster } joseph & eren

The food supply had been burned away...? If the rumors ring true, it would seem that a lot of the students have to face a particularly ruthless struggle. Eren can recall a couple of fires from last year; if they could cope then, they can cope now.

Either way, even if Eren tried many new processed foods from last year, he hadn't been spoiled. He grew up during a time and place where food had been grown, killed, rationed. If he has to forage, he will.

But he hadn't heard anything about the kitchen. There still should be supplies in there, right?

He decides to check, rather calmly, before assuming that they're caught in a disaster. It's been a while since he's cooked, but he can't have forgotten everything!

He goes for the fridge, first. Blinking, he scans the various contents, feeling a slight bit of relief. There's plenty. Satisfied, he nearly backs away to check the cabinets as well, but his eyes catch a couple of brightly colored cans. They're unfamiliar, but remind him of a product that had been popular at the academy last year. Soda Shaq?--but that's not what this is.

Monster, it says. He squints. Glances behinds him. Shifts uncomfortably. What does that mean? Does it make you stronger? Turn you into a monster? Eren can already do that... Or, he could.

Pursing his lips together, he grabs two differently-colored cans and lifts them up to read the sides. Energy drink. Huh. He sets one down on the counter, allows the fridge to swing shut, pops open the remaining can, and takes a big gulp of the product.

He pulls it away from his lips. Stares at it in wonder. "Whoa..."

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Eren's startled out of his sizzling agony, not having heard the footsteps of somebody approaching until just now. He searches the archives of his brain for an association with this man. There's no familiarity, no recognition. Dude. It's what Eren latches onto at first, recalling Narancia's voice using it a few weeks prior. It's a term for friends, isn't it? Does this guy remember something that Eren doesn't...?

"I..." he begins, mouth agape. His brain catches up with the rest of the query and some of his rage reappears in the furrow of his eyebrows. "This place," he answers steadily, "is some kind of hell. None of us are okay."

After a moment, he adds, "I don't think I've seen you around before. If you were here last year..." He casts a look back at Hope's Peak and grimaces. "You won't find anything in there."

All that's left are memories.

{ reawakening } ; open

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{ reawakening } ; open

Eren stands at the gates of Hope's Peak Academy, deja vu weighing heavily on his shoulders. His mind's emphatically blank, his limbs filled with air. Unbidden, he steps forward, again and again until he's past the front doors and in the middle of the first hallway. 

Blinking, he surveys the area and reaches for the wall; his fingertips brush against the surface and he feels a sharp flash of heat along the faded marks that cover his chest and abdomen, recalls the looks of horror over his best friends' features. The ringing silence after an explosion that bleeds into the silence of death.

Later, he finds himself staring at the cafeteria. Hears the echo of music, a party. Itches at his neck.

There's a supply closet in an empty classrom. He's not sure why he bothers to open it. There's nothing inside. It gives off the air of security and safety. He's been in here before, once. He probably would have died in it, too, if it weren't for...

For...?

He passes by the infirmary. The Rec room. The gym. The dorms. He passes by his first room, and then his second.

Before he knows it, he's standing outside, his back against the gates of Hope's Peak Academy. The numbness fades away and in seeps anger, rushing through his veins as if he'd been injected. Bubbling up his throat is a yell, piercing and furious. Again, he's here. Trapped. A puppet with no strings.

In the end, you'll kill. All it takes is the right motive.

He draws shaking hands up to his face and tenses his fingers against his skin.

He'll kill, alright: the bastard responsible for this infinite hell.

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Did someone say... puns.

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Dude... What the hell is a dude? It's not Eren's name. He'll have to ask someone else so he doesn't look ignorant. From what he can tell it's not an insult. Maybe it's a nickname?

In any case, Eren shakes his head, grinning as if he's letting him in on a secret. "I know a lot of idiots, and you aren't like any of them." He adds, "Hey, we've all been here for over a day so far and there hasn't been a welcoming party... Maybe we should throw one!" Of course, Narancia's the expert, but Eren would be more than willing to help.

Which would probably be a disaster either way. A dudebro and a dudebro-in-training attempting to throw a party with severe cultural and generational differences? What could possibly go wrong? Aside from ending up as the first blood.

Hell yeah, friendship! "Narancia..." he tests out, pleased to see he can actually fucking pronounce that, because, yo. "I'm Eren Jaeger!"

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At least someone's entertained by this. Meanwhile, Eren's going to be scarred for life. Thank you for absolutely nothing, Luka Megurine.

His eyes widen at her words, hanging onto each one like his life depends on it. It might depend on it. That spider could still be out there--and now he's imagining it to be titan-sized, stomping its way over... and that wall they just built is nowhere near high enough to protect the citizens from a Colossal-type spider. No--stranger things have happened, but this seems far too unlikely. He furrows his eyebrows. "I don't even know what the heck a robot is! Sounds like bullshit to me..."

He's not living underground, thanks. That's even worse than living behind walls. 

Finally relaxing, he watches the water fill up the moat that they integrated. He glances at her. "Yeah... I mean, you were here last year, right? Not here here--but Hope's Peak? I think we had a class together." He shrugs. "It's weird. I don't remember a lot of specific things about last year. It seems so distant."

His lips quirk into a half-smile. "But we're getting along now, right? We must have been friends. I think..." He trails off, and when he gets jolted with a memory, he adds, "Didn't you make me a mix tape or something??"

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There had been a pool in the original Hope's Peak, Eren remembers, an it'd been his first time swimming in one! A lot of good memories are associated with that pool. Some of the others couldn't swim, but Eren had learned fairly quickly. He's a natural!

--But that doesn't mean he wants to be pushed into one when he's completely unprepared. With a massive splash, he sinks down to the bottom of the pool and flails his way back to the surface.

Blinking the water out of his eyes, instantly outraged, he zeroes in on the offender and his blood absolutely boils.

"You!!" Immediately, he grabs the edge of the pool and launches out his other hand to latch onto Bel's ankle. "Come here, you piece of shit!"

He remembers. This asshole used to bully Armin--why is he back? How did he even manage to pass last year? Eren has a zero-tolerance policy for dickhead bullies. Especially ones with stupid haircuts.

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It felt kind of pointless to visit a pool while on an island with nice beaches, but he figured he should see it at least once. If for nothing else then for curiosity’s sake. Though it would figure almost no one else was around probably for the same reason it felt like a meaningless trip.

However there was one other person here. Couldn’t remember his name or much about him though. There were a few details Bel was able to recall, such as the fact he wasn’t very bright. But wasn’t that everyone in comparison to him? Of course it was.

In any case there was an urge to mess with him. So whether or not the other had spotted the prince he was approaching. And the moment he got close enough to do so he went to shove the nerd into the pool, hopefully succeeding.

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"Huh?" He doesn't notice that Luka remembers his name, too, because his eyes snap to where Luka's gaze rests--right on the handle that Eren's holding and oh my god it's crawling on his fingers--

He releases a completely undignified yell, loud enough to reach all of the ears on the beach. He whips the bucket away from them both, far, far way, but the spider is stubbornly latched onto Eren's skin and he's afraid he's about to get bitten. Shrieking yet again, he dodges Luka and trips his way over to the pier, crosses it, and slam dunks himself into the water with a resounding splash.

When he resurfaces, he realizes that now he's essentially taking a bath with the creature and he flails himself back to shore, stumbling onto his feet and brushing himself off in some sort of petrified dance. "Is it gone? Fuck! What a piece of crap!"

Appearing to be spider-free, he heaves out a breath of air and sort of... collapses next to the castle, covering his torso and legs in sand. Whatever.

Titans? No problem! Spiders? Fuck that!

He shifts his head to glance at Luka sheepishly. "You're right. Maybe I do need to rebuild that wall. They need protection from ugly shitheads like that." So that's what he does, pushing up a wall around the edges while furtively glancing back at the water every once in a while to make sure the spider doesn't initiate any sneak attacks.

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What a great response! It's not every day that the person you scream hell yeah! at proceeds to communicate accordingly. Eren thinks he's just found a soulmate of some kind? Nature is amazing. So is this song, god damn. 

You're not as much of a turd as everyone else could easily fit on a gold ribbon or medal. The survey corps probably wouldn't have agreed, but most of them are also dead? So their opinions aren't exactly valid. It's been a while since he's found someone as spirited as he; if he can help it, he'll try to maintain a friendship with this guy.

"A party...? No, I don't think so." There were some birthday parties last year at Hope's Peak, but as far as he can remember, they weren't anything that involved loud music like this. He has a feeling that Narancia is referring to something that Eren's never even heard of. It happens a lot, ever has since last year, so he rolls with it.

"What about you? You look like you'd throw a kickass party!" What even qualifies a party as 'kickass'? That's a great question. Do enlighten him.

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"Well,

my name's hal and i roleplayed eren jager in aod 1.0 as well! hmu on twitter at lilhal/lilhaljr and don't be shy at all about asking to thread or plan things or whatever you wanna do i'm always game :*

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Eren knows that she'd been the one to build the sand castle, really, but he couldn't' help the momentary lapse of judgement. Instead of feeling embarrassment, he curls his mouth into an amused smile as he listens to her story. She manages to get it all out without breaking face. Impressive.

The cultural differences make it a little difficult to understand everything that she's saying, but he's entertained nonetheless and says, "You chased after them? That's brave. Ninjas seem bad enough... but ones that specialize in castles?? Whoa." He doesn't even know what the hell he's talking about.

He looks down at his hands, which had been subconsciously building a tall, sturdy wall around the castle. He furrows his eyebrows at it, confused, before haphazardly brushing it away, making sure to keep it from interfering with what she's building.

"Of course I can!" he declares. He digs deeper into the sand, scooting around both sides on his knees to reach all of it. "We need water..." Pushing himself up, he ambles over to a nearby shed to pull out a bucket.

"Luka!" he calls. "Do you think this'll hold enough?"

Pausing, he jerks his head back just slightly, startled. Did she introduce herself...? He can't remember. Could she be someone who had attended HPA last year, too? That would be the only explanation.

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Eren has just finished unloading his stuff into the drawers of his room and wandering about the halls. He's far too excited to spend some time outside before he can even think about settling down inside. He takes just a few short steps outside before he jumps a foot or so in the air, his ears exploding with--

With--

It's... it's beautiful. That bass. It reverberates deep into his bones. It's unlike anything he's ever heard of. Probably because he quite literally hasn't heard anything even remotely similar. In his entire life.

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here-- Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here--

What a learning experience. He looks from the speaker to the boy below it, who's yelling and, hey, Eren likes to yell, so he matches his exclamation with a, "Hell yeah!" because it just seems right. Forget that he's never experienced a spring break before. He can piece it together, though. Clearly it's a vacation in which brunet pieces of shit crank up some jams and make a ruckus until someone threatens to beat them up. Probably.

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A tropical school.  Of course, Narancia would be digging the idea of spending some time in the tropics, but school?  Fuck that!  Without a tutor, there was no way he’d be accepted to some high-end school, so obviously, this had to be a scam of some sorts.  Regardless of that fact, Narancia wasn’t about to pass up the chance to spend his first moments at Hope’s Peak on the beach, taking in the sights of the tropics and taking a deep breath.

So… if this wasn’t a school, Narancia would take it as a vacation.  You know what came with vacations?  Parties.  You know what vacation was prime for parties?

Spring Break.

While his fellow students might be getting set up in their dorms, or even exploring the school, Narancia would stay right outside, standing by his boom box and his luggage as he slammed that musical machine down, pressing a few buttons before some horrendous music would blast from its speakers.  Would that be enough, though?  God, everyone around here was so boring!  Was he really going to have to be the one to get them out of that stupid “school”?!

"SPRING BREAK!! FUCK YEAH!"

Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been to school in years.  Little did this orange know that it was far too late for spring break to be happening, and he was making a rather big fool of himself, jamming on the beach like he was.  Clearly, this was not his ideal MTV Spring Break.

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For Eren, it feels right to have little idea of what exactly is going on. He can guarantee that he'd intended to end up on this island--he'd gone to this academy last year, after all! And it'd been a blast. A world away from titans. Friends to make, rivals to engage... And this year? An island! The school last year had been a tiny bit stuffy. Kind of like someone needed to open up a window. He's pumped for fresh air All Day, Every Day.

And you're damn right he's going to enjoy that fresh air, right here, right now. He can't help but catch sight of the girl that keeps fluttering from group to group, not quite making contact or saying anything. It'd be suspicious if Eren couldn't empathize.

He can. Crippling social inefficiency is a bitch.

Before he knows it, he finds himself trailing after her to peer down at a relatively impressive building made out of the sand. He can't remember if he's ever made one before. He has to have.

He lifts up a foot. Smashes it down. Seid ihr das Essen, nein wir sind die Jäger--

Just kidding. He steps around her and sits across the way, and asks, like every other dense male in high school who can't seem to discern the very obvious facts he's presented with, "Did you make this?"

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Luka Megurine couldn’t believe her luck. A trip to a tropical island - for free - all because she’d managed to make it into an exclusive school due to her talents as a muscian. Sure, she was with a large group of strangers who she’d never seen before (although every-so-often she got a strange sense of deja vu from a few of them), but that was no reason to complain. If anything, it would help her make new friends. And step one of Luka Megurine’s Guide To Having A Good Time was making friends.

Too bad Luka Megurine’s Guide To Having A Good Time didn’t account for shyness. She’d taken a few steps toward a group of peers she’d never seen before only to spin around on her heel and walk away. And that was how Luka’s day had gone. She’d look at a group of people, consider approaching them, and then turn away to do something else. Introversion wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. While it might have been cute if she was in some sort of anime or comic book, in reality her shyness was keeping her from interacting with other people.

And so it came to pass that as the sun began to set, Luka sat huddled on the beach as she worked fervently on a sand castle. Perhaps not the most adult of activities, but it had gone a long way toward entertaining her. She’d even managed to dig a moat out and fashion a little drawbridge out of sticks and driftwood. She was just putting the finishing touches on it when a long shadow was cast over both herself and her sandy masterpiece. Oh. Someone was standing behind her. Scooping out a window in one of the sand castle’s towers, Luka heaved a deep breath before speaking - not bothering to glance over her shoulder at the person. “Hello.”

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Todesengel.

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I guess I felt dramatic…