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Hello beautiful person! After you receive this, you must share 5 random facts about yourself! and then copy and send to your ten fave followers (・ω・) { ooc &/or ic, kouhai ^_^ }

…. I won’t do the ‘copy to 10 people’ thing, sorry sempai D: plus I’m probably so far behind the bandwagon I wasn’t even on the bandwagon in the first place

So 5 facts?

Wyrden has probably come the closest to inventing the SnK universe’s equivalent to ice cream soda.

She also likes cracking terrible jokes. 

Wyrden has also experimented on candy.

Mun is well.. really scatterbrained and easily excitable. Apologies in advance if I sound too neurotic.

Mun is also terrified of everyone. ;n;

Think that’s all? Yeah.

thankyousempaiforsendingthistome ;w;

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[ short hiatus. ]

Right, so I'm currently threading with around...5 people?

hereticaltactician

charismatic-commander

perspicacioustactician

outsidethesewalls

schutzin

So, RL shit has come up, plus my anxiety isn't exactly making things easy, so I'll pop on Wyrden less often than usual. I'll try to reply as fast as I can, but I'd still like to ask for your patience.

I'll be on my angel!Armin account more frequently, if you need me.

Thanks for noticing me, guys. You have no idea how much this means to me. <3

I'll talk to you all more often once things clear up a little. o/

Till then, take care.

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Your Egg Has Arrived

The small orange reptile totters up to you, a basket held securely in its small claws. Even on short legs, she approaches you quickly, setting the basket gently in front of you before departing with a wave.

Inside the basket is a small bundle wrapped up securely. You move the blanket to find a small speckled egg nestled safely within. It’s warm to the touch, a faint shifting felt inside.

There is a note with the egg as well…

Here is your Egg! Be sure to keep it safe and warm. Within 3 days to a week, your egg will hatch into a newborn Pokemon!

Be sure to tag ‘poketmonsterkeeper’ so I can make sure your egg arrived to you safely!

... an egg.

Dammit.

Wyrden knew nothing about how to take care of eggs - what was even in the egg? A giant chicken? Duck? Animal???

She took it anyway. It'd be terrible if the thing inside got hurt or something.

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Stop taking pride in your ability to destroy yourself.

Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up At Night #41 (via sadlittlewords)

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[ ... I'm not exactly feeling too well today. I'll reply next time when it gets better. ]

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The Poke-Sanctuary's OPENING GIVEAWAY!!!!

Hi there! This is Sin and Essi the Charmander, celebrating the grand opening of our Pokemon Sanctuary!

To celebrate, we will be giving out eggs to the first 20 RP blogs to reblog this post. The Pokemon you receive will be based on what we think best suits your blog and muse.

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The commander didn't seem to mind - it drew some sort of hesitant relief from Wyrden. Now came the problem of what to mention. There were many issues that had been on her mind, but they had all scattered before she had stepped into his office.

"Well... I would like to ask if I will be assigned any different duties." Most of her job entailed helping Hanji when necessary. Otherwise, she was pretty much left to her own devices. "Seeing the whole Eren issue, I mean." The inventor added as an afterthought.

Should she be breaching the topic of her recent inventions? Hm.

He felt bad about having to turn down Wyrden, even if he saw no reason to show it—not even the furrow of his brows as an indication. Irvin simply watched her thoughtfully and taking in the slump of her posture. It wasn’t anything that was obvious, Wyrden did well in hiding it, but he had noticed. Small bits of the younger soldier’s body language spoke louder than any kind of words ever could. It was a shame he had to crush her dream, although it was for her own well good.

"Yes, you may. What is it, Aisling?" What else did she plan on asking him? His curiosity grew, the man’s blue eyes narrowing only slightly with pensivity.

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...

She had expected this, didn't she? Then, why did she insist on going through all this, even though Hanji had been trying to dissuade her for so long? Her persistence was no match for the truth that she had been trying to deny for so long.

This had been so stupid.

Wyrden looked down, unable to meet the commander's gaze. She still had enough self-control to keep her expression neutral, but it was quite some time before she could find a voice to speak.

"... I see." A pause. "Please forgive me for intruding on your time, then." Common sense dictated that she should leave now, but there was another question.

"... if it is alright, may I ask another question?"

As soon as he was finished reading, he gently placed the letter upon his desk, leaning forward and resting his elbows upon the wood with hands resting under his chin comfortably. Irvin valued those who had such passion for his cause—for humanity’s goal to eliminate Titan’s once in for all. As such, despite the obvious disability the young soldier had, he greatly respected her. She was willing to die, willing to step onto the field and fight despite that arm of hers—despite knowing that any kind of disability could mean death.

Wyrden was so much different than the ‘cattle’ called civilians he saw on his way to the Wall to leave. Those people willed soldiers like him to fix their problems for them instead of trying to help as well, and for that he sometimes felt a bit discontent with his position—with the fact that he could very much die and hardly any of the people within the kingdom he was told to protect would care. Was it the same for soldiers like Wyrden? Even knowing things were difficult, they still wanted to fight. So very admirable. However, his respect only went so far, and all he saw was a liability on the field. Taking a deep breath, he said his honest opinion. "Aisling, ah yeah, I remember seeing you. I was surprised you wished to stay since most of your comrades had left." He gave a soft smile before his eyes took on a stern and solemn appearance. "…I regret to inform you, however, that I cannot allow you to come with us to an expedition, or ever for that matter. That arm of yours…it will make balance difficult since you lack a part of it. Not only that, your squad will have to work overtime to try and protect you, which in turn will put their own lives in jeopardy."

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Wyrden watched as her... customer produced a gun with some difficulty. It seemed like one of the older, sturdier models - nothing like the bare frames that she had been working with. It'd be hard to dismantle it without destroying the outer casing.

"Hmm. Can't tell right away, I'd have to take it apart. Doesn't look too damaged, though." The inventor said after a moment's inspection. Seemed like the firing mechanism had jammed or something.

"Good thing you'd stopped using it, though. Can't lose a hand, being a soldier and all." She gave a half-laugh - her statement being a reference to her lack of a hand.

Her one-eyed gaze flicked briefly to the Military Police insignia embroidered on the other woman's uniform - the resultant subtle narrow of her brows ended as quickly as it had appeared. Oh, one of those guys. 

"Like I said, I'd have to take it apart. Doesn't seem like it, but I'd have to check. D'you mind?" She took the gun with her good hand and examined the barrel.

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    →✖An old fashion gun made its way onto the counter after a few moments of struggling seeing as it was firmly attached to her person as it should be. Tongue clicked in annoyance as arms folded and eyes observed the broken machinery with a hint of disdain. The only positive out of this whole ordeal was taking a personal day to have this situation fixed. She chuckled briefly, hell more likely than not, broke loose when she wasn’t there to handle it. Out of all the soldiers stationed there she was the best at crowd control mainly because she purposely introduced fear into the hears of the disorderly.

    “It broke the other day, Dunno how but I tried firin’ the damn thang and it nearly blew my damn hand off.” She flashed the aforementioned hand currently wrapped in poor bandaging. It was the best she could do considering she had little to no medical experience. “I heard if I wanted to figure out what was up I should come here.”

    Cerulean hues rose and clashed with the repair person before her in an expectant manner. She wasn’t entirely sure if she could receive her answer so soon but it was worth a shot anyhow. Besides the problem could be minor opposed to what she thought it to be. For all she knew she may just be here to purchase another which would indeed down her already sour mood. That gun was the very first she received when she was accepted into the Miltary Police, it held a sentimental value that she could part with. And not just that, it saved her ass more often than not whenever crowds were too hard to handle through voice alone. 

    “So is it broken beyond repair or what?

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"Eh, you're fine." Wyrden said, her grey gaze searching Armin's face for clues to what was going on inside his mind. "Everyone's weird here. Being weird ain't a problem." Especially since she was most probably the weirdest of them all. 

His next question involved whether she was from the medical staff. "We-e-e-ll..... not exactly. I ain't a doctor, but when it comes to people who've lost a leg or an arm, I can probably stitch it up so that it doesn't bleed them to death. I'd give them metal replacements like mine, but no one's willing." They were too scared - cowards, them all. What was a moment's agony in exchange for the replacement of a missing limb? She had gone through it herself, and at half their age, too.

"Don't think anyone needs me today, though. I've checked." She sucked in a breath through her teeth, out of habit. "So I'm free. You ain't bothering me or anything." 

Oh right. She had forgotten that he hadn't changed yet.

"Oh, uh, right. Whoops, sorry." The inventor looked down awkwardly for a moment. "You're in the wrong section of the camp, though. I'll bring you back to your barracks, if you'd like." A pause. "You ain't bothering me at all, Armin. I could use something to do." Every day was bloody boring, seeing how she wasn't allowed out of the walls.

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Why was he becoming a burden once again? This poor woman hadn’t asked the blonde to start becoming a bawling mess of incoherent whimpers and tears. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had already left him alone the corridor. He wouldn’t push it against her for leaving the sobbing teenager. It did seem a bit tedious to watch over a small child as he stumbled away from the truth. 

He had made a mess of things once again. He had made himself a burden even after he told himself he would do such a thing. Even after he vowed to be become stronger for the companions he had lost. Even after witnessing such atrocities, he continued to be a bumbling moron. A worthless, waste of resources and other people’s precious time. Time was seemingly more important than gold. No one ever knew when Titans would breach the Walls, and when the would have their lives ended by those horrible beasts.

His azure optics then stared up and found the woman to still be there. She had continued standing there, staring down towards him. “I must seem a bit weird, huh?” He said attempting to be a jest as he used his jacket sleeve to wipe away his tears. His body frozen for a few moments as he thought over his next actions. He had to make an attempt towards not becoming a bother to this woman. He didn’t want her to waste any of her time on him. 

He was a bit glad she was looking for someone. The fact of the matter, the probability of finding a companion or loved one was a fifty-fifty chance. It was as if you were placing beats on the life of another. Simply flipping a coin could give the probabilities of the survival rate a single soldier has. It was a sad destiny to succumb to; however, he promised himself he would never allow himself to run away from the Scouting Legion. He would never allow himself to look back on the decisions he had made in the past. 

Her words had then peaked his curiosity. “Help? Are you part of the medical staff?” He inquired. His tone sounded extremely concerned. Was he keeping her from her duties? They must be extremely busy right now. He should excuse himself from her company to allow the woman to complete her duty, but he didn’t. He felt a bit selfish for not speaking his concerns or excusing himself. He simply didn’t want to be alone. Not right now at least.

He was a bit sad to hear her words. He couldn’t understand other people who didn’t give others a chance. They simply made assumptions and went along with them. They allow those assumptions, or rumors they have heard, to wrap around them and they grew fearful of the other person. It was a sad thing. Sadly, he had done it many times in the past as well; however, he always attempted to make amends for being so rude to whoever he was speaking to at the time. It was extremely rude thing for him, for anyone, to do.  

He then began to speak to the other. “I don’t quite understand why.” His arms then folded behind his back and he smiled sincerely for the first time since he began speaking with the young woman. “If they become fearful of another human than perhaps they are in the wrong. Humans should not fear each other because we are the last race left that will fight. Once we succumb to the fear of our minds and other people’s voices, that is when humanity is truly lost. When we can no longer look companions in the eye when we are solely judging upon other human’s appearances.” He said clearly to the other. 

His body stiffened at her invitation. This was certainly not expected. He stood in silence thinking over the offer the other so kindly gave him. Would she truly be willing to waste her time on him? He then lightly tugged the green shawl draped around his shoulders. He didn’t want her to have to feel as if she should care for him, but at the same time; it would be rude to simply decline something. His mind was in utter chaos.  

He knew he wouldn’t be able to decline it, even if he wished be could. He was actually extremely happy to able to perhaps relax for a little while. It would be a nice distraction from all his other thoughts mingling in his mind. He then let out another smile and nodded. “I’d like that.” He then dipped his head forward in a bow. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” His voice was cheerful as he lifted his head and a smile was clear across his pale face.

He then looked down at his clothes. They were a bit cut up and riddled with muck and blood. He didn’t want to continue walking around looking as such. It seems extremely horrible to do so. “I hope I’m not being troublesome, but maybe can we stop by the barracks so I can change?” He then began to play with a few strands of his dirtied blonde hair. He couldn’t exactly see himself; however, he must look quite a sight. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” His voice sounded a bit sad once again, but a smile remained on his face.

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Wyrden hated to dampen Eren's enthusiasm, but it had to be done.

"Theoretically." She pronounced the word as if it was a sledgehammer blow, her brows knotting themselves into a frown. "I've done all the calculations, but actually refining the weapon is devilishly difficult. You gotta make sure there's just enough explosive power to destroy the titan, but it also has to be safe enough for you to carry it around without blowing yourself up. That, and the launching and aiming mechanism."

She sighed. "That's why I'm out here, testing it."

Eren was leaning forward, completely focused on every single word Wyrden said. Upon hearing her last words, his mouth fell open in shock. Could something like that really work? He wondered how many lives could be saved, how many of his comrades could be spared. “B-Blown to bits?!” he exclaimed. “You could make something powerful enough to blow an entire Titan to bits?!”

If what Wyrden said was true, and if this actually worked, they could completely turn the war around in their favor. Such power… Eren didn’t think such a thing could exist.

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Wyrden half-snorted, though not in scorn but vague amusement. Armin had certainly gotten over his own inadequacy - it was something she envied in him. At least he was whole. He was worthy of life.

She quickly pushed away that thought as he continued speaking, careful to keep a smile on her features. It was important that he did not know what she was thinking -

- but then again, he probably already knew, given how sensitive he was. 

Her one-eyed gaze flicked away for a moment before returning. "Just Wyrden will do. I've never been a stickler for formality. Plus, I'm at the bottom of the soldier hierarchy as it is - I'd bet you're higher up than me, hmph." A pause. "That being said, are you okay with me calling you by your name? It's not like we don't know each other, but still."

At this point her train of thought ought have veered off somewhere to the vicinity of temporal mechanics and time paradoxes, but an Einstein hadn't come round yet to invent them, so it simply ended in a wall somewhere.

"So, what'd you want me to talk about?"

His brow furrowed slightly for a moment at her words. From what he picked up she doubted herself, but maybe that was just him thinking wrongly about her words. At least he could empathise, doubting himself was something he did more often than not, but at least he was more confident that he had been when he was younger. “I can’t have expectations of things I haven’t seen, can I? I’m sure your work is better than you seem to think.”

He relaxed a bit upon hearing she trusted him. Which was good, considering she had just threatened to kill him. “Thank you. I appreciate it,” he told her gratefully. The talk of breakfast made him pause a moment. He hadn’t actually eaten, he had skipped it to do some quick errands before coming here, but he shook his head regardless. “I’m fine thank you. I would feel like more of a burden already if I ate here as well as took up your time. Though maybe you should eat.” 

He glanced down briefly before looking at her again. “Would you prefer me to call you Wyrden or miss Aisling?” he asked. He didn’t want to call her something she wasn’t comfortable with. Calling her ma’am had crossed his mind, but he was sure he would have been gutted if that had been a suggestion. Better to be safe than sorry. 

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tl;dr, my computer got destroyed.

I'll do replies on monday when I'm at school and have internet.

Sorry for the inconvenience. D:

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Wyrden noted Eren's surprise, but did not react. She was already used to it. However, he did show interest in her work, which was good. Most people didn't linger long enough to find out what they really were.

"Well, normal explosives aren't powerful enough to damage titans, but they usually explode on the outside. Now, if I'd rig this to have a delayed explosion, and fire it into the titan's mouth - it'd blow up from the inside. Hopefully, if I've calculated everything properly, the titan will be blown to bits."

She finished her sentence with a devious grin.

The boy’s eyes widened a bit at the sound of Wyrden’s prosthetic arm. He’d never met anyone with a fake limb. Would it be rude to ask how she had made it, and how it worked? Eren didn’t get too much time to think about it, his mind refocusing as his eyes widened further at the next question the woman answered.

"Anti-Titan weaponry? What does it do?" he asked eagerly. Things like guns and cannons were useless against Titans, capable of stopping them for only a few seconds. But this was something different.

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Wyrden was working on her various prosthetics. The old firing mechanism had gotten jammed so many times, she had finally lost her patience to put up with it. Plus, it was time she tried making individual firing mechanisms for the grapples - shooting them simultaneously gave her much more falls than the other recruits.

And it annoyed her to no end.

Yet another day with Hanji out and about with the others. As usual, she was left behind. Urgh. With only one hand, she was as good as useless. As good as dead.

The inventor vented her frustration on one of the bent hooks, meticulously hammering it back into shape. She prodded the part into its proper place and bolted it back on. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and stretched - ow ow ow.

“OI, anyone workin’ this dump? Or do I have to do the repairin’ thing myself?”

The shout was unexpected. It took Wyrden a few moments to register what had just happened.

She left the backyard and entered the small building she had borrowed to stash all her work. Someone was there to see her - oh boy, maybe Hanji had come back again. Probably not, though. Repairs... it sounded more like the notice she had put up a few months ago.

The inventor noted the other woman's interesting hair colour, but declined to comment. "Yeah, what'd you need?"

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→✖Broken.

    It was broken.

    Of all the things to completely fail while on the job it had to be her pistol. The only defense she had against the crowds whenever they became too rough that simply yelling would do the trick. No one held a respect for the Military Police so she found it no surprise whenever a few of the newer recruits came back with bruises marring their features. It wasn’t a new occurrence either, she had her fair share of close encounters with an overly confident villager— sometimes villagers— and had the bruises to prove it true. Occasionally a knife came into the mix though it was a rarity nowadays though it did have her wandering if that was why guns were more of a requirement than a suggestion.

    Regardless all of this meandering within the subconscious would do her no good, she had to get it fixed or else suffer the wrath of some angry citizen wishing to keep the money they owed for taxes. She swore if it weren’t for the skills she learned in the combat aspect of her training she’d be a dead woman. Whomever said people were easier to handle versus a Titan clearly hasn’t had to deal with someone wanting to keep every ounce they owned regardless of the obligations they had toward the government. Sure even she herself found the tax prices a bit on the ridiculous side but she had to collect.

    Leaving Stohess, the female was in for a long ride as she traversed between the walls and to Trost. Horseback was her least favorite mode of travel seeing as she had yet to get used to the whole bouncing around thing but it was either that or traveling a dirty cart full of strangers and goods they’d shove her with. The horse she chose didn’t seem to appreciate her attitude either since it opposed her mounting it over several times. If it weren’t for her patience— scratch that— if it weren’t for the fact that her gun was broken the beast would be laying in a pool of it’s own blood.

    From there it was a bit more smooth when it came to the ride, her body evolving into the idea of horse riding though it was a bit late in the game as she saw the opening to the gates. Once there she hobbled off and stationed her horse before she was allowed to past. It sucked coming all the way here just to get a measly pistol fixed but there was no way in hell she’d allow any of her superiors to have it and mail in. She’d never see it again.

    She kept to herself, not asking a soul of the whereabouts of this shop. Before leaving she made sure to sneak the directions out of her boss’s office. For some odd reason or another he really liked appearing as if he were Commander of the whole organization rather than the boss of one set of soldiers. Either way, she stole what was required and now there she stood within the small building of the supposed repair person. She walked up to the counter and knocked as loudly as she could in hopes of acquiring speedier service.

    “OI, anyone workin’ this dump? Or do I have to do the repairin’ thing myself?”

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He reached towards his cheek with a slender finger and wiped a bit of crimson blood onto it. He then stared down at it with tears forming in his azure optics. “I guess you could say something like that.” He said as he laughed emptily to himself when the woman inquired to him. “I think they may be lost, though, I haven’t been able to find them.” Another laugh. “They’re probably playing a prank on me.” 

He stood there as laughed and cried. It seemed a bit odd; however, he still attempted to sound cheerful even through his streaming of tears. He needed to calm himself or he would become extremely dizzy from his labored, quick breaths. He didn’t want to become a problem for anyone. He didn’t wish for that.

He finally stopped crying and stared at the other with tired eyes. “I’m sorry, were you looking for someone? If so, they’re most likely in the courtyard or wherever the medical staff is located. I’ll help you look if you want.” He stared at the other with sad eyes, yet he had a smile on his face. The contrast was a bit striking. “You seem like an interesting person.” He stated sincerely. 

Armin seemed to be occupied. Mentally, at least. That was reasonable - Wyrden had seen many shell-shocked soldiers who'd let their minds wander after a particularly (to them) bloody battle. She waited for him to rein in his thoughts and provide a decent reply

However, his next few sentences were confusing. Wyrden frowned slightly, though her eye was narrowed not in scorn but in concern. He was probably - no, definitely - too shocked to be coherent. Common sense dictated that should do something about it...

... but what? She was at a loss. Some repressed part of her maternal instincts offered a suggestion, but rationality threw it out of the metaphorical window. So she simply stood there, eyeing him with the expression of someone concerned but confused and at a complete loss of what to do.

At least she thought it was something like that. Having only half a face to emote with did have its drawbacks.

"No, I'm not. I've just come out to see if anyone needs my help." Wyrden said after a pause. His last sentence brought a ghost of a smile to her expression, but it quickly vanished. "Many people say I'm interesting. They don't hang around long enough to see why, though." Because they were afraid.

Another pause.

"I'd make you some tea, I really think you'd need it." It was a sentence spoken with the inflection of an implied invitation. The inventor cringed internally - this was very awkward. She had always believed in the calming properties of tea, but her offer seemed halfhearted in the presence of his sheer terror.

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He heard the sound of someone’s voice; yet, it only seemed to become a hazy echo in his jumbled mess of a mind. Was he truly this frightened? Perhaps he was to become next as the Titan’s meals. It was only a matter of time before he unfavorably long streak of  luck would run itself dry. He had to become stronger soon or die in the process. Sadly, he wouldn’t ever be able to tell which would be the better choice.  

His azure optics were half lidded as he gazed at the woman. He must certainly be performing a show for her. He knew he must only be becoming a bother to this poor woman. He didn’t wish for himself to be a nuisance; however, he was a bit too out of it to be truly troubled by such things. Perhaps he could pass himself off easily, if only for a little bit.  

It took a moment or two to completely process he was still in a conversation with another human being. He needed to snap back into reality, and stop simply standing there as if he was a statue. He gulped and then sighed before a smile began to return to his tired expression. If only for a little while, he would be alright.

"it’s nice to meet you, Wyrden." He said simply to her as cheerfully as he could possibly pull off. He sounded a bit awkward as he spoke; however, the blonde didn’t notice his own short comings. He was more preoccupied by other means and thoughts at the moment to actually attempt to steady his tone and himself. He doubted the other would pain any mind.

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The letter was written in Hanji's messy script, but was neverthless legible.

Irvin,

If you're reading this, then Wyrden's in your office looking for you. In case you forget, she's a part-time assistant of mine, or something like that. It's the best I can do for her, seeing her disability.

Now then, she has been continuously bringing up the topic of our next expedition with Eren. She is very enthusiastic, yes, but due to her lack of 3DMG proficiency, I really do not recommend bringing her. She will most probably get killed.

Do me a favour and explain to her why. She won't rest until she's rejected by the highest authority she can go to. I admire her perseverance, but it is ill-used in this instance. 

I leave the final decision to you.

Hanji

Wyrden waited for the commander to finish reading whatever Hanji had written. She had a hunch about its contents, but it was vague. 

It occurred to her that he probably did not know who she was, given the sheer number of soldiers under the Scouting Legion's banner. 

The inventor waited until it seemed appropriate for her to give her name. "I'm Wyrden Aisling, sir. From the 102nd Trainees Squad." At the��graduation ceremony, she had been the only trainee to outright volunteer to join the Scouting Legion. Surely he'd remember that?

"Good morning to you as well," the man replied, giving a polite smile and nod of his head towards the other soldier. Had he seen her before…? She didn’t seem familiar to him, although Irvin knew he didn’t know all the soldiers who worked for him. Who was this? He was tempted to ask, but he was unsure if he should just outright ask now, or casually wait until later when he was sure he’d get his answer. So many decisions to be made. "Yes, I have some time."

Gently the man placed his report down on his desk, holding his hand out to drag the envelope closer to his person. What in the world did Hanji want him to see? Obviously nothing in concerns to Titans, he knew. If she had some kind of amazing breakthrough, she would have probably wanted to come see him herself and give an oral report as well as a written one. Slowly he opened the envelope, pulling out the letter inside and allowing his eyes to rove along the words intently.