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★: A peck on the cheek. ☮: A peck on your forehead. ✈: A barrage of kisses all over your face. ☢: Several licks on your ear. ♛: One kiss upon your hand. ✖: A hickey on your neck. ♥: A kiss on your lips. ☠: My fist to your kisser.

As she was guided into the barracks, Hiyori dropped her free hand to her side. She was slowly beginning to panic, unsure if she would ever make it home again. She calmed herself down long enough to sit down and catch her breath.

She pondered over the woman’s questions, trying her hardest to remember where she last was. The faint memory of a shrine surfaced in her mind, “I don’t know how I ended up here, but I last remember I was at a temple,” she said, folding her hands in her lap, “I just sort of woke up and wandered into this area. Nothing hurts on me.”

"Hmm."

Christa ruminated over the matter, truly perplexed. The closest thing to a temple within the Walls was the church. Her people did not worship within temples, after all. "There are no temples here, so I can't imagine how you would have been at one in the first place," she trailed off in thought.

After a moments consideration, the blonde finally looked up at her guest with gentle eyes. "Let's start with a name, actually. Putting a name to a friendly face might make you feel a little better. I'm Christa."

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　Ｈad been paying attention to the people around him, he would have realized how different he dressed- Not to say that people went about a daily basis wearing a jersey jacket and matching track pants. He was a bit too busy looking around his new surrounding. Being here was a new experience for him and anyone who could see him can easily tell from his expression alone.

　　　❝Huh?❞

　He turned his attention towards an unfamiliar face. Guess she could see him like few others he knew.

　　　❝Yeah„ How’d you guess?❞

"The look on your face gave away as much. ... It's also a little strange seeing a man roaming near military quarters in pajamas."

Christa examined the figure before her, noting the odd fashion he dressed himself in. Truthfully, she'd never seen anything like it. Was it home-made, rather than the brands you find in stores -- ? Curious eyes soaked in the details of the man before her, uncertain and alert.

In the midst of an already strange scene, Christa also noticed how not a single soul other than herself seemed to really see him. Whether she was the only person who found something wrong here, or if they were simply ignoring the matter, Christa found it especially peculiar.

"Do you know where you are? You must be awfully far from home if you look like you don't know your way around here."

#*#sweatygod #hey!

The excitement had fatigued her, but she did not need to lose her body in a scary place such as this. Though something about the situation made her question if she were still conscious in reality. The reality she knew, that was.

This could all just be a horrible nightmare long forgotten. She began to pinch herself, everywhere she could think of. Her arms, her face, her legs, realizing how odd she must look to the other girl as she did so.

"Please wake up," she whispered to herself as she continued pulling at her skin.

The girl's sudden show of pinching and pulling at herself startled Christa. She was unsure how to react, as the only natural assumption was that this strange, unfamiliar person was completely and utterly insane. Pale brows knit together and she spoke in soft, yet slightly bewildered tones.

"You're not dreaming. This is actually happening, you know. Please stop making a scene ..."

Christa panned the surrounding area, receiving every distant stare with a sheepish expression. Historia hadn't the faintest clue what to do in this situation; thus, what would Christa do? At a whim's decision, she took the girl's hand and led her into the lounge within the barracks, in part to dodge the curious gazes of on-lookers.

"Have a seat. You seem like you're genuinely lost, so ... I guess I can try to help you. Do you remember anything about how you got here?" Christa sat in a mahogany chair adjacent and continued, "Were you hit on the head, knocked out, or anything like that? This could be serious, so I'd appreciate it if you treated it so ..."

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Break the ice; have our muses interact!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

"Are you lost?" 'And you are?” "Who are you?" "I don’t think we’ve met." "How old are you?" "How long have you been there?" "Can I trust you?" "Who do you think you are?" "Are you wearing my clothes…?" "You’re cute." "Would you like to go on a date with me?" "People are watching." "Be Careful!" "Help me!" "I’ve got bad news." "Hate to break it to you.. but ___ is dead." "I will never forgive you." "I’m sorry…" "Why are you so angry?" "Just kill me!" "This is where it ends." "Victory!" "Stay close!" "Watch it!" "Why don’t you hate me?!" "You can’t just give up… not now!"

Send " 0,.,0" for my muses reaction to yours biting their neck

"Back from training. It was tiring, but what a beautiful day it is. I could sit out there for hours if I had the time."

"Watch it!"

Christa sat petrified on the cool earth beneath her, blood and dirt dusting her compact figure. The source of her deep-rooted fears approached in monstrous steps, a low growl emitting from it; a titan, grotesque and hungry. Crescent eyes gaped at the beast, towering far above her. This is it, she thought, my life finally ends here. She swallowed hard, and parted cracked lips ever-so.

Moments before coming to terms with her death, however, a strong, feminine voice called out to her: “Watch it!” Christa whipped around towards the voice, like a siren in the night.

"Annie!" She cried out in a fractured voice. A wave of relief washed over her, like a tidal wave sweeping her away from danger. Help had arrived. No matter how strongly she felt her own life was meaningless, and would eventually lead to a young death, no soldier really wanted to die alone, at the hands of a titan, with no one around to even witness it.

Swiftly, the taller blonde swooped in with her maneuver gear and crashed into Christa, taking her in her arms and lifting off once more with a skill that compared to very few. What stunned her most was that it was Annie, of all people, to help her.

Nevertheless, she was thankful. Christa stared at her savior, at a near loss. “… I think my right leg is broken,” she spoke out breathlessly, the swelling throb ringing through-out her leg beginning to make its presence known.

#lowxnherz

That’s what she was afraid of. It was best to not anger the military of a foreign place, so she attempted to appear as friendly as possible, “I honestly don’t know how I ended up here,” she said, holding her hands up to show she was without arms, “Please, tell me someone around here knows how to get me home.”

Although apprehensive, Christa felt the girl was being wholly sincere. An air of distress and genuine confusion lingered with her, and a display of harmlessness confirmed that she was no threat. In response, Christa lowered her guard slightly, consciously deciding to ease off.

"If that's the case, something may have happened to you. It's not the first time something so mysterious has happened. It's pretty alarming, honestly." Christa's tone softened ever-so, "Are you injured anywhere? Any feelings of illness?"

Blue, crescent eyes scrutinized the foreigner. "I might be able to help you, but I need to make sure you're alright, first. Do you need any water, or to sit down?"

The authoritative tone was something that she thought she could trust, maybe they had a way of transporting her back, “I’m from a city, somewhere in the Ishikawa prefecture,” she said slowly, thought this girl did not resemble anyone from that city, “In Japan?”

She realized that she had been speaking English this whole time. Hiyori had gotten so used to using that language now that it went unnoticed to her.

"Ee .. shi .. kaw-wah?" The word felt foreign on her tongue, and the butchered attempt at enunciating it reflected this. She'd never heard of such a place anywhere within the walls. In turn, her suspicions rose. "What are you talking about? I've never heard of Ishikawa, or Japan. This is Trost."

Christa crossed slender arms over her ample bust. "You must be a ways from home if I've never heard of it. Why are you even out this far?"

"Eh, I would say I am…" where on earth had Hiyori ended up now? She had seen this world before…but it was in a distant dream. No. It was in a nightmare.