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he was anxious, still, the sort of jumpy, trigger-happy man that any soldier pulled from a warzone tended to be. there was an anxiety, a constant fight or flight instinct burning at his heels, following shadows in her periphery. he’d lived with a constant need to be alert, a hand always on the transformation drug, the other on the hilt of his sword. there was always something that needed protecting, always something he needed to secure.

he’d been a good leader, a skilled tactician and knowledgeable of how to use his terrain and his skillset to his advantage, but here ... in the quiet found in the spaces between a droning city, he’d never felt so out of place.

it was why this mission was so important. it was something that provided a distraction from post-traumatic stress, something to focus on. it was a return to the normal regimen he knew best. it was why he’d arrived early, wooden sword at his side, allotted ration of his transformation drugs and nonperishable foods in his backpack, accessible and ready. quietly, he stood, still unsocialized with this new group, anticipating more than anything the feeling of getting to be a soldier again.

he was surprised he missed it, honestly.

{ of course, sir. and everyone, i am looking forward to working with you. let’s have a good mission! i’ve come prepared myself. survival supplies, nonperishables ... i don’t have a feeling i need to be armed, though.

@humanifying

{✰} ▬ auburn. (closed)

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{ sounds a little before my time then, no offense! a strategy out of the history books or something, not quite archaic but ... i guess i’m used to even those in the upper ranks being specifically experienced for the combat we were thrown into. noncombatants in our ranks were researchers, but my commanders all had greater fighting skill than i do. still, i can understand that much. being thrown here from ... well, what i’m used to. so what, then. you were a conqueror of some sort? or? hard to fit present terminology to it, really.

       ❛ No soldier, if not one to have led them when I was yet a woman of my own world. – t’is all borne of a whim, if I am to tell it true. This city has little to offer me … ❜ a momentary pause before a single nod of head was given. ❛ I figured this expedition would change that, somewhat. It makes for an interesting change of pace. ❜

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@vasidra

{ i recognize your face from somewhere! you were included in the profiles given out to other members of the upcoming expedition, weren’t you? you’re not in my group, but i recognize your profile. can’t say you can expect anything much from a first impression, but you certainly aren’t a soldier. wanderlust then, maybe?

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sent: 03/11/XX 10:47 PM

you’re -- well, an experienced soldier is in good hands if under the watch of a capable leader. we’ve fought together, once. if the name michelle is dropped ... can’t say you didn’t remind me of my commanding officer, sir. 

hizamaru akari. M.A.R.S. ranking number six. second in command in the second squad of the japan-america alliance of the annex one project. i hope my experience can be of some service, sir!

to: boss guy + others

from: marisa

im not gonna lie im rarin to get goin already  ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و i hope ur all ready for some explosions lol

btw im marisa, ordinary mage

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akari wasn’t convinced, really. the kid was dressed like a soldier, but from the look on eren’s face when the words left his mouth, well, this kid definitely wasn’t a soldier that had been trained to hold himself as a soldier should. his reactions indicated something deeper, something far from the proper mentality of a serviceman in active duty.

but again, this was a child. the person in front of him wasn’t a soldier, wasn’t the sort of person akari hizamaru would ever trust with his back in harrowing times. the look in his eyes seemed to indicate that much, hard, cold, narrowed lids under south-turned brows.

{ if you’re going to give those sorts of weak excuses, then it isn’t proper for you to be carrying yourself like a soldier, is it, kid?

    In a word, he’s stunned. To be outed for his hypocrisy was a rare occasion when people didn’t even give him the time of day. His mouth agape, he looked away while trying to think reasonably.     It was harder to put into practice than it seemed. A few seconds turned into a half minute of tense silence on part of the man who didn’t have a polished reply. To be truthful, there was an answer – he knew it, but didn’t want to admit it.     ‘Marco Bott, leader of the 104th’s 19th squad, found dead without his right side. Erwin Smith, commander-in-chief of the Survey Corps; lost his arm in combat.’     Their bodies were lost because of his existence. There was a scar somewhere on or within him, for them and all the countless others. He had breathed in their ashes and ground their memory into himself. All the pain he felt was a reparation for their sake.     There were no words Eren could say that would get his point across. He was wearing dead men’s shoes, and only someone of the same vein would understand why. His reply was a curt one. Short though it was, he felt it sufficed.

“If I wanted to fix this,” he said, his voice touched with shakiness. “All I’d need is a knife. There’s no one holding me back.”

    ‘Only the dead and distant,’ he wanted to add. Instead, his mouth shut, not feeling up to saying another word.

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{ that’s not quite what i meant, kid. the hand, the eye. especially if you’ve got regeneration on your side. seeing a professional that specializes in it might be able to help you with whatever it is that’s blocking you from becoming fully healthy again.

“–Not really, no.”

“Healing’s a non-issue. I can take care of that myself, try as I might to avoid having to. Getting cut’s what I’m more worried about.   Bringing my fists to a knife fight usually ends with the other guy’s weapon jammed between my tendons. Never did figure out the best solution for that.”

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{ ‘m sorry! i’m sorry! i’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorry! sorry! 

there were no times more than now that he thanked his damn lucky stars for the anger he’d endured as michelle’s second. if it taught him anything, it was how to run!

“What the fuck DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!” the teen howls at the top of his lungs before shooting off after the asshole who just did him so wrong.

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@erenyega

{ those are some battle scars, huh? that’s a lot to go through for someone your age, isn’t it? don’t you wanna look for a healer?

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@baddestdangerboy

{ uh, miss? -- oh, wait. wait. you’re not. well! i gotta slip out now!

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Expression wrapped in agony and tongue smeared with fresh, human blood, he gazed at the towering man with the look in his eyes yearning for any form of help– perhaps a request that he desires to be executed no matter how his body was protesting. Guilt was setting onto him when he have devoured the citizen he was supposed to cure and move into a safer place and yet… his hunger got the best of him and he have disposed of the body on point and ran away as possible, hoping to himself no one have witnessed him and hid somewhere isolated. For the second time though, he was greeted by the person whose name he had already forgotten.

He wasn’t sure if he would be recognized. In truth, he was still the same person all in all. However, his silver strands shifted onto a darker color and was now jet black. Prior interaction have caused this, a disease he didn’t know about.

he remembered, he couldn’t forget, this was a person in greater deservance of the title of idiot than akari himself would ever be. and there certainly were times that the words he spoke were nonsense, or that he was all too willing to give his life up in pursuit of a last-ditch plan. akari was well deserving of that title, but it seemed this kid had a knack for getting himself into situations that even the title of second wouldn’t have attracted to akari.

hands upon his hips soon moved, and in one palm, akari rested his chin. it was incredibly likely for a man to experience instant guilt after taking a life, that was basic psychology. but this kid was clearly ... a soldier, in his own regard. and whoever he’d taken wasn’t the them this boy had conditioned himself to fighting against, they weren’t a force they could betray either. only a soldier or a traitor could separate themselves from a life taken in a span of so few moments from the individual’s dying breath. that ... was his experience. he didn’t know what drove the kid, but was it something the killer himself didn’t recognize?

all akari knew was the guilt in zero’s eyes was entirely human, but that made no clear distinction between the boy’s innocence and guilt.

{ you’ve just got a real habit of getting yourself into these situations, don’t you?

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quaestionarius:

He was not obligated to tell his business to this person when he had simply been minding his own, not caring enough to bother anyone around and yet… he was being interrogated, that much was not fairly easy to tell. Still, he couldn’t trust that look and though the man before him ( much older than him in appearance ) lacked hostility in his eyes and expression, the hunter wouldn’t take any chances and just draw his newly retrieved pistol, one that he used plenty enough to quickly spin and would not hesitate to pull the trigger if need be. While he could just use Bloody Rose to do nothing but stun the stranger when they’re foolish enough to do something malicious, he wasn’t feeling friendly tonight.

That glow on the eyes of the other, it was more than enough of a reason.

“Why, I was sleeping..” Zero stated the obvious monotonously.

there was a shift in the air, a sound of wood cracking or ... snapping twigs, several meters to the north. the man’s antennae twitched as the cilia along their lengths shifted against the force of subtle vibrations traveling through the air. akari’s grip upon his own balled fists tightened, and networks of tripped silk wires carried with them the same information. something nearby was moving. whatever it was that he sought, it wasn’t this person, this kid.

he was suspicious, but certainly an idiot -- for sleeping in a place as dangerous as this, and for pointing a gun at a soldier designed to deal with threats greater than human potential ... and human weapons.

{ sleeping in a place like this. you really have no sense of danger, huh? it’s not safe here, it’s best you run along.

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voravoravora

✈ – “Hey, he looks like he thinks he’s a tough guy or something.”

[Narancia voiced his prejudices to no one in particular, then began to shove his way through the crowd, thinking perhaps telling him to his face was a good idea for some unforeseen reason.]

✈ – “Hey! You look like you think you’re some tough guy or something!”

[Nice.]

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{ i look like i think i am? i mean, with my occupation, i’d at least like to think i’m tough. i would’ve been eaten alive on the battlefield otherwise if i couldn’t put up a fight, right? a soldier has to be a tough guy, so what are you getting at, kid?

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Even though you're kinda good looking, no!

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His relaxed slumber was rudely interrupted by a face he barely recognized. The hunter was sleeping on a piled haystacks behind an empty barn rather than the comfortable bed he was supposed to be comfortable in. So much memories have returned when he did and so he avoided coming back in his personal quarters. He never did like having to deal with nightmares, whether or not they have been his reality at some point in his life. An audible yawn escaped his mouth and amethyst eyes slowly shifted to observe the person responsible for his wake.

“…what do you want?”

another ... rather young face was the last thing he’d expected to see far into the reaches into the city’s outlands. he’d been called here on a request -- a one time job to eliminate monsters from a man’s fields. it was something he’d been more than qualified for ... but this sight, this quiet sight. it was more than he’d expected. snapping strands of hay had alerted his senses, put him on high guard, and thinking preemptively, akari had shot into his arm a single dose of his m.o. drug.

his antennae twitched, transformed irises glowing in the darkness.

{ you’re in a bit of a suspicious situation yourself, aren’t you? it’s a little too early to be asking that question. why are you here?