Götterdämmerung

- Le crépuscule des Dieux. cyn·ic (sĭn′ĭk)                   n.  1. A person who believes all people are motivated by selfishness.   2. A person whose outlook is scornfully and often habitually negative. Independant RP blog for Jean Kirschstein of Shingeki no Kyojin. Not spoiler free, up to date on both the anime and manga. May or may not contain NSFW content. Please read the rules page before interacting.

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"The boy paused, taking a lingering moment to look into his cup, as if it would somehow provide him with answers. Of course, it didn’t."

teacup... y do u fail me...

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There was an internal smile at the boy’s reactions, as the blond refused to give any outside indicators. Erwin didn’t particularly like to make others nervous when he could help it, it just tended to happen by default, what with being a man of his stature, nature and position. This Kirschstein boy wasn’t at all in trouble, and yet the air was stale enough to almost imply such. The Commander wasn’t very sparing with smiles, either, and he decided the use of one in this case might just end up giving the wrong impression and therefore, deliver the opposite effect of what he was intending.

"You’re very modest."

He takes a sip from his own cup. Unexpected of the boy, really, but he could see the pressure on the poor youth’s back, sitting there like a rock about to break him. He’d felt that pressure once, when he was young, but the nature suited Erwin more. Still, he could understand the need for keeping to formalities, but he knew this was not at all normal behaviour for Jean judging by his pauses. The effort was highly appreciated. 

"Without putting further strain on you, I have hope." He keeps to his vague fashion, glancing down to his tea. "This is the furthest we’ve all gotten, I don’t believe that is at all news to people, but is it a positive sign." 

It wasn’t a secret, really, and Erwin wasn’t about to dive into the more private details. But it was clearly progress— tasks like Jean’s had not at all been the norm in the past, even with Erwin’s tendency to play games with his enemies. It was a fresh ballpark for the lot of them, and the future had a glimmer of hope. 

A glimmer was all Erwin Smith needed to continue. 

Eyes glanced back up to the boy, another sip taken from his cup and he stops derailing with his words. 

"You are welcome." 

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Modest? Who was the commander kidding? Surely it wouldn’t take the guy that long to figure out Jean was anything but.

Still, it wasn’t as if Erwin knew any of the new trainees, hell, even someone of the more seasoned soldiers that well on a personal basis. And then bunch that had joined from the 104th, him included… They were fresh. Things got hectic. There wasn’t much time for pleasantries.

Jean placed his cup down. The tea was surprisingly good, given the frugality of the faction. And he wasn’t even a tea person.

“It’s not about modesty.” The boy paused, taking a lingering moment to look into his cup, as if it would somehow provide him with answers. Of course, it didn’t. “It’s about make the best of a shi—uh, crappy situation, sir.”

He looked to the other man. As usual, the commander’s gaze gave nothing away. He only felt like he was being analysed, judged… but in a subtle manner. Nothing aggressive. Subtlety and vagueness seemed to be the commander’s little speciality.

I guess you can’t blame a leader for being secretive and careful. Especially with all this “titan shifter” crap. He paused for a moment, once again lingering on the past events. He’d always thought Annie was kind of a bitch.

Jean cleared his throat. “Positive? Maybe…” Erwin was an optimist, then. “But doesn’t it also make things ridiculously more complicated, sir?” Maybe he just had a lot more knowledge than Jean did on the matter. Either way, it was more of a bleak outcome, from his point of view.

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He’s upset now.

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He finds a piece of paper, folds it up into a plane, and throws it at the other boy.

"Marco."

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He’s speechless.

Rude.

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"You gonna come get me?"

He's being a shit.

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"Please?"

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He brought over a pencil, but no paper. Good luck, Marco.

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"Entertain me."

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"No."

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I don't have an opinion. Don't allow Mike to make you paranoid.

[But--]

It can't be that bad, then?

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"Hey do you wanna do me a favour?"

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"Not really. What is it?"

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brillenbar replied to your post:I'd like to apologise on behalf of my associates.

You smell wonderful, cadet! Take it from me!

Thanks...? I think...

[Not sure how to feel. Among other things, this woman dissects things for a living.]

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emcore replied to your post:I'd like to apologise on behalf of my associates.

/smiles for himself, his work here is done/

[Congratulations, you've made Jean increase his hygiene tenfold.]

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I'd like to apologise on behalf of my associates.

Commander.

Do I really... smell that bad?

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[ pulls by the arm to the shower because Jesus you stink and Mama Petra ain't gonna have a stinky child running around now chop chop]

[ Struggles because PETRA NO THIS IS THE GIRL'S BATHROOM-- ]

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*SNIFFING INTENSIFIES*

[This guy won't quit. It's very uncomfortable. If he tried any harder, the only thing that'd stop him being sucked into his nose would be that moustache.]

I don't smell that bad, do I? --Sir.

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*kick, kick*

I'm gonna hit you, you horse shit.

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{ joins in on the sniffing party }

[I HAVEN'T WASHED IN THREE DAYS, IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME???]

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*sniff sniff*

[W-WHY ME??]