freedom.

“ I suppose it’s one of those funny coincidences in life. But irregardless of location met all that matters is that we have! “ Yet unknown to Morgan about the looks Erwin was getting from the janitor would he follow suit and sit with him as the two began to exchange merry throughout the afternoon, after the commotion had settled and Morgan’s mess being cleaned up. Along with getting another drink (thank god for bottomless refills).

As the two regaled in the time since last they met (or at least Morgan retelling old tales) would he find himself in bask and glory over how much he had actually lived through in this city. It didn’t seem to dawn on him how much this place just seemed naturally like his home now as he thought about it, but he was happy to have been able to share tales like these.

“ Ah, so I see that is still in tact.. “ The fact that there was now more feedback on the idea that one would lose some memories upon returning here and coming back was a tad frightful to Morgan. How much he had forgotten was scary but he felt a selfish kind of joy that he was at least remembered through it all. At mention of his swordplay, he’d nod his head eagerly.

” Oh yes it has! Spectacularly if I do say so myself! I’ve had many men and women teach me the way of the blade and have some quite far! I dare say I’m impressed even with myself! “

#sanguinetactics #{ MORGAN 02. }#titans confirmed for memes #erwin goes up to a titan and calls them out for being a meme

❝A fair point, I couldn’t agree more. Alas this meeting was one of the few that I had been looking forward to. Having attended more than my fair share of meetings in my life, I grew tiresome of them.❞ So much for common courtesy. He was genuinely sure it would have been reciprocated. Though getting riled up about a stranger giving him accusing looks was not of importance right now, he dismissed the thought curtly while allowing his gaze fall onto the smaller male once again.

He’s had his moments in this city, great ones in fact, but the newly found amnesia is somewhat concerning. Except the memories which he still holds onto today are the ones which are most cherishable, and that’s all he could ask for. Having been sure he’s left and returned this city more than twice now, it’s surprising his memory isn’t at a complete loss.

A content and approving look plastered his guise as Morgan mentions his improved swordplay. ❝I’m pleased to hear your progression. I anticipate that you’d want to show me though I’m afraid that you’ll best a war veteran like myself.❞ He said with a chuckle. ❝I truly am proud of the prospect of your improvement, not a day before you were just a simple boy swinging around a blade with few intentions. Here you are now.❞

✰彡 cut my life into pizzas

[ ♬ ]—— Her cheeks puff before she bursts into chuckles. He’s probably playing along, but the thought that he might have taken her statement seriously causes her chest to erupt with hilarity. “Ibuki will take that as a no,” she says after recovering from her laughter. This guy is just too cute for mere words.

“Well, you’re still young. Don’t believe the fools who think you should quit past a certain age!” Unfortunately that’s a common mindset of the idol industry, but this is not Japan and the idol industry could be created with your own hands through little bureocratic means. They wander across the sidewalk while talking.

“With your voice and Ibuki’s guitar, we could set out to conquer!” Meaning she will use her guitar… and screams, occasionally, if it works. “Nowadays idols resort to metal music in order to appear more aggressive. Are you the aggressive type, Erwin-chan?”

#ibukitten #{ IBUKI 02. }#the titans are now erwins number one fans #ibuki made erwin obsessed with scalding metal

His shoulders gave a simple shrug in response. The comical forced seriousness on his face was straining towards its breaking point as a crack of a smile finally peeked out. ❝Although I am not aware of any reason as of now, perhaps keeping some scalding metal at hand may prove to be handy.❞ There’s always an use for something in this city, all you have to do is find it.

❝Young?!❞ He scoffed. ❝Thank you for the flattering words but I am the epitome of an old man. However your words of encouragement give me faith, as for truly pursuing this career path... the karaoke will enable us to decide that.❞ Transitioning from a well-renounced commander to an idol, what’s next? A skateboarder?

❝I didn’t set you as a world domination type of person, Ibuki. I musn’t judge a book by its cover so it seems.❞ Erwin said in an accusing manner whilst wagging a finger in the same thread. ❝I consider myself as a platonic type, more or less. Metal music? Do they use scalding metal as their instruments perchance?❞

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@eloquental

[ ☠ ] Stunned silence emitted from the two haired male as he stared at his boss who appeared to be here in Hive City as well. It was far too much to take in. If his boss was in here, then who was leading the war back home? Do they even have a chance anymore now that a good portion of them are in here now? “S-sir?”

#saigonoshinko #{ JEAN 01. }#apologies for the delay!

As it is true that his absence from the war may prove to be a major disadvantage to the corps, he’s told himself during his time here that they will cope and continue to strive onward, with or without him. He has great faith towards his soldiers, even if they’re not under his command-- they’ll still be able to manage. ❝Jean...? You’ve found your way to this city too? Interesting...❞

It took a few moments for Morgan to realize their current situation and his rather careless act of getting himself a bad reputation in the city by being more childish than what he wanted. He would awkwardly let go of Erwin’s waist before clearing his throat and brushing off his robes a bit with his hands before picking up his tray of food and bringing it to where Erwin had been sitting before.

Once getting a new drink (thank god for unlimited refills) and finally getting comfortable would he let out a bit of a laugh. “ But erm.. I digress. If I had known you were here sooner I would have readied something much more interesting for our first meeting back in a long while. But I suppose this works just as well. “ He’d say with an embarrassed laugh. Considering how he had apparently nearly hurt his back in his excitement, there was a bit of awkwardness.

“ But yes I’ve.. quite the few stories of this land to share. Starting with.. well, I’m not sure where to start anymore. The friends I’ve made, the sights I’ve seen, the things I’ve experienced all feel a tad odd realizing now that its all passed. I’m quite happy though to have seen you here to share them all with, even if just memory. But first i’d like to ask how you’ve been! “

#sanguinetactics #{ MORGAN 02. }#(erwin voice) what is a meme?#im going to cry if morgan introduces to him memes

He still left him in deep awe over the fact how strong he was under that ‘petite’ demeanor. Incidentally his vertebrae seemed to be intact and upright as the pressure in the vicinity of his waist subdued and began to throb less than before. Allowing a moment to stretch out his arms as if after a vigorous exercise before pursuing after Morgan’s steps towards the table. The janitor seemed to have done a good job on cleaning up as they held a dirty look as soon as Erwin glanced over.

Taking the seat directly in front of the other whilst placing his tray on the bench. ❝Ah, nor was I aware that you still resided in this city, so that makes the two of us. Meeting at a burger joint? What better place to have a reunion.❞ Dismissing the other’s mistake with the wave of his hand. He made his back feel more ‘alive’ than it did before, if that’s any consolation.

❝One of these days, we’ll have a day dedicated to sharing stories, both fictional and non. While none of my own may be par yours nor be related to becoming a mermaid, I strongly trust that you’ll enjoy them. How I’ve been? Well, I’ve been great as a matter of fact. Except that I’ve lost some memory of this place, nothing too major though. For one, I still managed to recognize you. How about yourself? I hope your swordplay has improved, seeing that decades has passed since then.❞

belssiah

At Least They Aren’t Snowmen

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honestly, he should have stopped expecting things to go well a long time ago. wishful thinking was what he liked to call it, but he seemed to be getting himself in more trouble in this city than he did back home. so, it should not have surprised Jaune nearly as much when he found himself searching for people in the midst of a danger zone, doing his best to keep his wits about him, all the while thinking just how nice it would be to be back at his apartment.

yet, he had to be thankful for training. despite being the butt of too many jokes, his training had proved to be somewhat substantial; already he felt the nagging fear slowly being replaced by what he considered a primal instinct to attack and survive. band together with people of a like mindset. strategize. fight. survive.

these most definitely weren’t his teammates, but he knew one of them slightly, and the other one seemed to be wise– all in all, he could have been stuck with a lot worse. or, worse than that, alone.

“…Right. I’ve never faced these kinds of monsters before, but if we cooperate, we should be fine. I hope.”

belssiah

“That’s the spirit. Can’t beat yourself up before they beat you up. You;ll just end up skewered if you do.” I’m sorry but what that meant to be inspirational?

Regardless of his intent, he soon switched away from speeches and back into an observational mode. There were several types of Wendigo, and he was certain it wasn’t the ones he was most familiar with here. Still, they were the same type of beast, so he knew a fair amount what he was getting into.

“Their biggest advantage is usually movement. They’re great at it and can easily see yours. Try to keep unnecessary movements to a minimum. I don’t know if these ones’ll go shooting off ice, but be ready just in case.”

Well, at least one of them looked to be a competent fighter. He almost reminded Kazuya of Honda, if he’d been a fighter rather than an office worker. Comparing to one of the strongest people in the lockdown was a nice confidence boost. Jaune ( he was pretty sure was the boy’s name) remided him of Atsuro before getting a COMP. He probably had skill, but was pretty awkward. Still, he’d worked with worse.

“Keep your ears open, because by the time you see them, it’ll be too late. Aim for joints if you can, most of their skin’s usually pretty padded. More if they have fur. Fire’s effective if you can make some.

eloquental

❝Wouldn’t want that now, I’d prefer to be left un-skewered by the end of the day.❞ The statement did indeed grasp some truth so it’s inspirational in a sense. It’s a matter of interpretation.

Erwin shifted into a demeanor of curious intent and interest. Not too long ago, he had indulged himself with shoving his face into a codex of creatures that he may run into in the future. Alas, this city was capable of throwing anything at him; why not start cultivating his knowledge beforehand then?

❝So it would be best if we are aware of a hostile presence, we remain calm and motionless. Noted.❞ He learnt to stop determining a person by their look or their actions. After running into many individuals that surprised him not once, but multiple times, of their capabilities and fortitude. Having been under the title of commander for a long duration of his life, he has met over thousands of faces.

❛ Never judge a book by it’s cover,❜ as one would say.

❝Do you think camouflaging in the environment would be any benefit of us? Yes they are quite competent at perceiving movement but whose to say that they’re not as equally competent at blended individuals? All I provide is sheer manpower, not a pinch of magic in my blood. I suggest those who aren’t able to conjure flames keep a lighted torch at hand for one, a source of light and two, an attack or defense mechanism.❞

eloquental -> @jaunecena -> @belssiah

#belssiah #jaunecena #{ KAZUYA 01. }#{ JAUNE 01. }#( CA WENDIGO. )#( EVENT: FEVER. )#tadsfisjifok #tumblr never notifies me ANYTHIng #i swear

✰彡 cut my life into pizzas

[ ♬ ]—— “Fine! Ibuki shall prod you with anything she finds around! Is scalding metal also good?” She’s joking… of course she is, right? No worries, there won’t be anything besides her finger to poke at his face whenever he slips up. Ibuki may be hardcore, but the only metal she will ever beat people with is her own scream coupled with guitar riffs.

“Deal! Ibuki will see to it that you kept the tiger in you!” Tell you the truth, she would buy him pizza regardless. But the anticipation of hearing his voice is so much she’s already shown putting her arm around Erwin’s, and proceeding along to destination.

“The world needs more male idols to compensate for those who suffer a lack of boybands to fill their lives again! Today we could determine whether you’re fit for the job or not!”

#ibukitten #{ IBUKI 02. }#erwin confirmed for idol #shingeki no LOVE LIVE

❝Great, great. I’m holding you onto this-- scalding metal? Well, now that you mention it...❞ Erwin forced a face of deep thought in a non-serious manner. His face being poked did sound more preferable than meeting the rear of a devil’s butt face-to-face. If Ibuki is also additionally hardcore, why isn’t she throwing some rocks at him because their hard and like... core. No? Okay.

❝Boyband? You’re making me feel young again. I have this strange feeling I’ll soon be filling the shoes of the lack of occupancy in the male idol area. If it comes to that Ibuki, I trust that you’ll do duets with me and the two of us will go global.❞

While he may be over-estimating his capabilities, truth be told Erwin could potentially gain some fame and fortune out of this. Here he comes, Hive City.

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there is no certainty; only adventure || team 3

mirrorcantus-blog

This area was certainly beautiful, with excellent sunlight on a clear day that clipped along with the trees. Satoru had been following the view up to the the top branches as he walked along the path that was presumable where the extent of mapping for this district ended, and the true wilderness began. Hopefully it would not change too much, this scenery was lovely. He already wanted to tell Saki about it, maybe even moving their tent here once it was more well known. Spotting a few people at the end of the path, he picked up the pace just a lttle.

“Hello again.” Satoru waved towards the younger man who had identified himself as their group’s leader earlier in a short conversation. There was another member of the team with him already as well. Satoru waved to her as well, even though now he was right next to them. He wasn’t very good at introducing himself to strangers, and the last time he had been part of a real team had been years and worlds ago. Honestly the chance to work with a group again had been a bigger draw then the exploration itself. It was already making him feel young again, even though so far he looked to be the oldest one here.

“I’m Satoru Asahina , it’s good to meet you.” Instead of offering them a hand, he stood there smiling, before remembering the supplies he was still carrying. “I brought some food.” Satoru held up a rough sack of vegetables which looked like they had gone though the dishwasher backwards. They were familiar species to him anyway, but maybe the others would enjoy trying something that was new to them. Anything was better then nothing, though it was likely there were plenty of other natural food sources they would find on this expedition, and that they had the same idea to bring food along to some extent. Anyway, it felt like a good way to break the ice.

“It’s fortunate we were assigned such a peaceful location to explore.”

@vasidra -> @eloquental

vasidra-archived

for the first time in what certainly was to be a lifetime ago, she felt as if she were at home. however loose the definition of such a word within her own mind, daenerys targaryen could not mistake the sudden sense of serenity to thread throughout her person, near similar to the feelings experienced when she had been but a child-bride lost within a sea of grass. truth now, a surprise it was to know a place such as this to exist and yet never had the young queen imagined it to be so tranquil, it was its own world – far removed from the smells and sounds known to the concrete jungle that was hive city.

she saw herself, a mere slip of a child, once more slipping between the tall grasses of the dothraki sea. home, if she had ever known such a place, and if not home then one of the very few places in the world in which the targaryen girl had ever known the sweetness of FREEDOM. the scent of the earth, the vivid greens to line her vision, the song of birds and the kiss of wind; it took the very heart of her. all of it. how she wanted to run as she had then, barefoot with the soil between her toes and her worries far behind her –

… but that was not her purpose here. this expedition had been the cause of her presence within AUBURN. a place to be with a reason had, oh, she had not forgotten why she was there to begin with and while her feet did carry her in direction of her meeting point, her mind had taken to its own distraction. the trance of her dream she shattered, lips thinned as she carefully made way beneath a low hanging set of branches, keen to the sound of speech what felt to be but a couple of more steps away. it was in that very brief moment between approaching the small collection of others that was to be the other members of her group, no doubt, that dany considered her motive for partaking in such a thing and it was then, she realized, she had not true answer.

a whim, an excuse to leave the city for a moments time, wanderlust, curiosity … all separately and all as one.

❛ Forgive me if I am late, ❜ she would speak, having finally closed in on their place of rendezvous, the flicker of a smile to curl at her lips in apology. here was one she knew if only some, and two others which she’d not had the pleasure of knowing before now. ❛ I became … somewhat distracted. ❜ her words halted, withered upon her tongue before she continued. ❛ I am Daenerys Targaryen, it is a pleasure to be here with you all today. ❜

though she was not alone, another introduction was to be made.

a shift then as her fingers brushed away the silver of her hair, moving it so to drape about a single shoulder. it was this that would allow a serpentine neck to be stretched from behind her shoulder, leather wings drape over her arm as the winged creature crawled up from his place upon her back and took to that of shoulder. ❛ If agreeable with whichever of you is Ace – I have brought a guest. This is Drogon. ❜

@eloquental, @dxienkai, @juvilation, @mirrorcantus

#dxienkai #juvilation #mirrorcantus #vasidra #( CA EXPEDITION. )#i.. it didnt notify it was my turn orz #fORGIVE ME..#; 0 ;

Cooping oneself in the bounds of their apartment has rarely taken a liking to the commander but smelling fresh greenery and hearing the audible sounds of creatures alike resounding around him was to his ideal preference. The sense of completion had hardly occurred ever since the day he first set foot on this city, until today. The pair of sky optics darted from detail to detail, each scent, each sound, gratifying him.

Rarely did he ever receive the opportunity to venture this far from civilization. Having heard the forming of an expedition by the one and only second-command of his own, he couldn’t allow the opportunity to pass. Map at hand to allow a swift navigation towards the designated area, it would only take a minute or a few more before he would reach the gathering of his own group.

Imagery of individuals conversing, albeit somewhat loudly which also hastened the process of meeting up as the map almost mislead him to the completely other direction, soon conveyed into his periphery. Pace steadied at each step as the zone between the male himself and the rest soon became microscopic. As multiple pairs of eyes focused on him, a bowing of his head would be returned as a form of wordless apology and greeting.

Having acknowledged that he happened to be the last one to arrive, Erwin gave a flash of repentant and respectful smile. ❝Apologies for my tardiness, I did not expect it would take this long to arrive here, sadly I was greatly mistaken,❞ he spoke with utmost sincerity. The guises which stood before him did not seem to send a sense of recognition which would beckon an introduction of some sort. ❝I am Erwin Smith, and I look forward to acquainting myself with everyone here.❞

Though while the woman in silver introduced another dragon-like individual, it greatly resembled the description of a wyvern. A friend of his had informed him about such creatures, and he took great interest towards the subject. Perhaps if the chance arises, Erwin would inquire on the subject.

eloquental -> @dxienkai -> @juvilation -> @mirrorcantus -> @vasidra

In most normal instances, Morgan would rather keep a level head and keep an air of maturity around him to make him stand out from other kids. Well read, big dreams and wanted to be taken seriously. But the fact that such an old friend had come back after so long like this made all that go away in an instant, the boy finding his roots as a young child stemming forth once more.

They attracted a bit of attention from the others, given the two looking different and others unable to decipher if the man was simply his uncle or something from a far off branch, but they’d quickly go back to their business, a poor janitor having walked by to clean up the mess Morgan had made from practically sky rocketing out of his chair.

His arms still firmly wrapped around his waist would Erwin’s words fall on deaf ears about his back and with Morgan still holding onto him, practically stuck to him like a fly on glue.

“ There’s been so much that has happened since you left, I simply can’t begin to start! I had become a mermaid, I’ve made so many new friends here, I should tell you about some of them, one of them is the best musician in the entirety of the world, another is an incredible athlete–I also have a friend whom I’ve seen can topple the strength of hundreds of others oh and there are– “ You’d best stop him.

#sanguinetactics #{ MORGAN 02. }#after long last #they are back #and better than ever

He had little to no experience with long periods of contact, though in this case the very thought didn’t drum on the surfaces of his mind unlike and continuously nag him about his inexperience. Nor did the atmosphere around him seem to cease into awkwardness or something akin to it, which is a change. Erwin took little notice of the childish demeanor the other possesses currently, there were larger matters at hand-- such as his delicate backside.

Being the center of attention was nothing new to him. After sharing many years as a commander, one would familiarize themselves with the limelight. It practically trailed him like a second shadow. He shared a glance of pity directed towards the said janitor, expressing a silent apology with his smile and a small bow of the head showing sympathy. An undetectable action to say at least, but hopefully the message reached.

Maybe his back will last this excursion, it’ll continue to uphold and learn to live with this amount of pressure. He had a strange feeling that he’ll be exploited to more embraces. An old man like him can only take so much.

❝Did my ears hear that right? You became a mermaid? I would inquire on the matter but--❞ before he could even think of continuing, he was bombarded with even more information and past occurrences by the younger other. ❝Alright, alright, before your mouth ends up falling off, I propose that we should attain a more suitable place to converse... in lieu of standing midst an aisle. A mere suggestion of course. The seat to our right does seem quite quaint, don’t you think?❞

@humanifying

A person did not require intelligence multiplied by a tenfold after perceiving the logo of his very own corps. Alongside with the posture and showing attributes, the commander needn’t to delay this reconciliation. Midst the busy streets, his hurried and drumming steps did not seem out of tune nor beat.

The figure stood bare of any civilization, hovering about on a nearby wall lone. The green and brown hue of their attire stood out like a sore thumb. The two colors being adorned at once wasn’t a common theme in this metropolis, nor was it necessarily a trend in many other places. But a jest to engage a conversation was always the right way to go, right? ❝You musn’t look so down Levi. I’ve heard it’s not good for one’s posture in the later ages.❞ A hum of a laughter was now accustomed for the occasion. ❝The places we seem to find ourselves in... they’re indeed something.❞

#humanifying #{ LEVI 02. }#comes late to the party #apologies for the delay! i was swamped with school n all that jazz #i hope this is fine!

erenyega

There were smells no one could forget, smells that couldn’t be put into words, smells that simply shouldn’t have existed. It was rank, the kind that stuck to one’s skin and made each breath one of disgust. For a few moments his purpose was forgetten, a whiff of the stench being so strong as to make him cough and sputter with revulsion. It sent him back to a time when he had been painted in the blood of his own friends. Up to his neck in gore and tearing up in agony, what was it that he had sworn to do? He could barely remember the words he had spoken at the time. The same could be said for all the other vows he had taken, swearing allegiance to a banner he no longer wore, promising vengeance against mankind’s greatest enemy. They had always been on the tip of his tongue back then. Now it was just a memory of a horrible past. He was silent. The only sound came from his steps. The spare few he took were the epitome of control, each one being taken with care as he circled around the man who he once knew as commander. His thoughts were a chaotic mess of worry and fear for what his esteemed leader might think of him upon being face to face once more. There was nothing to be found in the man’s countenance that would have clicked with Eren. Nothing at all would have made it clear which rank he held, what he meant to him, or even who he was. Only the confirmation that came with his answer spoken moments ago would have IDed the man who he had admired since before the fall. But that esteem had disappeared the moment this city sent him past the event horizon. No point in carrying any more weight than he had to. The gun in his hand lowered, trigger finger snapping the safety on. Aiming at another living, breathing human was something he hadn’t gotten used to, least of all someone he allegedly knew. Bits of metal no bigger than his nail could easily end a life. In war, he had watched hundreds of them fly over his head each second, the whizz and snap of each making his head spin, though not so much as it was now. His breathing was forced, labored, and altogether pained. He stifled it by only taking in air through his nose. The smell was rancid, but he dealt with it through grit. He had enough in his lungs now to think, to say a spare few words. He felt, however, that nothing he could say would make things right. He knew that there would be confusion on the face of his once-commander were he to look back at him. The growth he had underwent while living his life here was such that he would likely have been just about unrecognizable at this point. In a voice that lacked the vigor of a younger man, the vigor that the commander still seemed to have, he replied:

“If nothing else, at least you’ve still got your youth,” he joked, deadpan in tone. “You’re getting a bit ahead of yourself, even still. Not like anything’s going to be peaceful around here, try as you might to avoid it, commander.”

If there was any doubt about either of their identities, it was expelled with that last word. Eren accepted who this man proclaimed himself to be, simply because he had no other option. And if Erwin was uncertain about who was in front of him, Eren had made it decidedly clear who he was. He continued to speak, simply for the sake of it. He felt talkative.

“Can’t say it’s safe around here. Last I checked, you didn’t have your arm. Might be hypocritical of me to say that,” he said, glancing at his prosthetic limb. “But it’s true, regardless. I’m guessing it wasn’t the festivities that you came here for, but rather that these zombies here hit too close to home, right? Makes me sick, but this is pretty common hereabouts.”

#erenyega #( EVENT: FEVER. )#( CA UNDEAD. )#DW i'm equally late too #take this papi and luv him #(wake me up) wake me up inside #long post #jesus im dying

The pungent stench continued to prevail and reign over all other accompanying smells. Alas the primary source happened to be the undead that were aimlessly hobbling about. Minimal he could do, all he could give in return was the occasional glare of scorn. Throwing some sort of object at them out of annoyance was out of the picture as said action would segue into attracting the whole horde, not to mentioned that enraged would be their most potent characteristic.

But were such creatures able to convey even the slightest of feelings? Underestimating human-like individuals, such as zombies as they were once humans themselves, was not something of his forte. While it is still unknown whether these zombies may differentiate from the stereotype, this meaning whether they posed some intelligence in the remains of what seems to be their head. He didn’t want to jump to aimless conclusions, after all, a commander is one who puts genuine thought and effort into things they heavily believe in.

Having a kind of resemblance to the ‘abominations’ didn’t seem to soothe his thoughts nor spirit. Sure these ones have some sense and knowledge in clothing, but all in all the two were basically the same. Both were capable of putting an individual on death’s door whilst being able to maneuver around somewhat successfully, though it was fair to say that anyone and anything could outmaneuver them tenfold due to the clumsiness they pose.

Sounds of shuffling and movement played to his ears before a sharp clicking sound resounded moments later. Whether this was an act of receding or aggression, he did not know. For one his back still remained to face the stranger. The gripping on his wooden blade heightened for safety sake until the voice spoke once more and he no longer needed to decipher whom this voice belonged to as he knew very well the origin. Admitting that the male’s tone had underwent a vast change, he ignored this fact as the commander turned, albeit somewhat slowly, and finally met face-to-face.

And as it seems, the voice wasn’t the only aspect that altered. ❝Perhaps I am a living example of true youth even at this age,❞ a chuckle was then coaxed. ❝Approaching manners in peaceful terms has hardly turned for the worst for me, so I thought to continue on this basis.❞ Then the waving of his hand showed to be an act of dismissal of his own words. ❝Nonetheless, I respect your words completely, Yeager.❞

It was true that the male’s appearance did not match the one he thought of, the characteristics of his however, still remained intact and recognizable to an extent. Though appearances do not matter in times like these, after all, sometimes things takes its toll on people. ❝I’ve grown used to having a lack of an arm, it’s not so much of an oddity as it was before.❞ An ascension of his eyebrow was followed as he followed on with a statement. ❝I won’t pry on the matter but that arm is rather impressive, both aesthetically and viability.❞

❝I’m rather enjoying the spectacle of these zombies trotting about, quite entertaining actually. But yes, festivities like these aren’t of my liking to begin with. Though, it does, it does indeed. From your testament, this must be one of the areas lacking luster due to only being populated by...❞ cue a hand motioning to the dead around them, ❝these.❞

At first, Morgan was to himself at the moment with a book and burger, keeping the day to himself. He hadn’t made plans, nor had he seen any of his friends around so he kept to himself for the day. Nothing too problematic, he did seem to enjoy spending the time by himself, although he did lament that the day would be a bit nicer if he had someone he knew of around.

Hearing a voice call out to him, he’d turn his head to meet with whomever was speaking to him, straw in his mouth as he drank at a rather large soda. He’d stare at the man for a moment, squinting just a bit to try and figure out who it was. As he drank idley, he was prepared to answer when he felt his eyes go wide for but a moment.

Feeling his grasp on his drink weaken considerably, it would fall to the ground with a crash, soda and ice spilling to the floor for a second as he stared with a slack jawed expression for but a moment before the boy practically leaped out of his seat, running at him with his arms wide open and practically jumping at him, throwing his arms around him.

“ Erwin!! Of course I recognize you, of course we’ve met in the past, and of course I would never forget one of the first friends I made in this city! “

#sanguinetactics #{ MORGAN 02. }#i'm happy to hear that !!#and falls back in here after a week #sorry for the late response o/

An ushering of a reunion was never what he intended to take place today. Unexpected sure, but adorning a happy occasion on his palette once in awhile was not something to complain about. After all, having gone through situations that anyone would agree to be named brutal, a time like this was not a burden but a gift.

A flicker of regret arose as a moment of awkward silence stood between them. He surely must’ve just mistaken him for someone else, now this is his cue to apologize and leave-- and then within seconds, more than a handful of things happened all at once. Even though his boots had succumbed to being submerged by the fallen soda, it didn’t dent his flushing glee in the slightest bit.

Surprises were filed one after the other as his arms certainly received an armful. Erwin of course reciprocated the very hug with an equal amount of affection, this portrayed by the broad curving of his lips. He was elated over the fact that he had been recognizable, who knew what pity excuse he would conjure as a last resort to evacuate the premises.

❝Not so tight, not so tight, I’ve got to get this back of mine to last for another 5 years at least. It feels like eons ago since then. Yet here we are, having found each other in this... peculiar joint. ❞

✰彡 cut my life into pizzas

[ ♬ ]—— “Yaaas, you do that!” Ibuki cheerfully nods her head, glad to have converted the guy to a more informal mindset. Next, she will convince him to use -chan for everyone, including those he might consider higher ranked than him. After all, why leave anyone out? There aren’t many exceptions to her cause.

A hand of hers gently slaps against her mouth as she fails to hold back a snort and a giggle. “Ibuki can’t really imagine you screeching like a hurt cat! The opposite would be… a tiger? That sounds more likely, since your voice is much deeper than that of a kitty.”

“Why don’t we see it for ourselves? Maybe you’re just an old cat trying to pave his way into being an idol, and never realized it!”

#ibukitten #{ IBUKI 02. }#sorry for the late reply //\\

❝If it slips my mind and I end up returning to my... formal ways, then I urge you to correct me.❞ He said with a chuckle. ❝I also give you full permission to prod me when that time comes. ❞ The day when he begins referring to others with the -chan prefix will be the day when everyone will begin to question their very existence.

A brimming smile conjoined onto his face. She did have a point. ❝If I do end up sounding akin to a screeching cat in the end then you must treat me to one of those pizzas again. Do we have an agreement?❞

❝Very well, let us be off. We musn’t keep my slumbering voice wait any longer. For all I know, perhaps being an idol will be the perfect part-time job for me.❞

leviskinnyjeans

#( * COMMANDER. )#( * IRONCLAD. )#( GALLERY. )#snk spoilers #i forgot my tags so.. forgive me

@sanguinetactics

From pizzas to ice-cream, there were so many wonders that were deprived from him. Living off rations wasn’t ideal to anybody but it was a lifestyle-- his lifestyle, which happened to worked miracles. Though there was no longer a need for that. Now he had all these delectable foods at his fingertips, namely something called a burger from the nearby store called ‘Burger King.’ After having paid and whatnot, Erwin then went ahead and find an empty table.

Nothing happened to be out of the norm until he caught sight of a bluenette with a recognizable choice of attire. Now he knew he had met this individual somewhere... but where exactly? Trying to decipher a person by looking at one’s rear side of a head would achieve minimal thus urging him to approach and converse with them. A forced cough was given to catch the nearby person’s attention. ❝Greetings... you may or may not recognize me but I’m certain that we’ve met in the past but I might be mistaken.❞

#sanguinetactics #{ MORGAN 02. }#here we are #hope this A-OK!#i kinda rambled so dont feel obligated to match length o/

erenyega

@eloquental

Blood made for good body paint. That’s what some might think if they knew the amount of times Eren had been drenched in the substance. It just so happened that this time out of all of them, it was a lot more difficult to wash off. Through repeated showers, it still held strong on the skin of his face. Chalking it up to the scientists for making it impossible, and blaming himself for getting covered in it in the first place, Eren left the restroom he was in. Though abandoned, the store he was in didn’t hold his interest for long. No thoughts left after he’d exited out the front door, he put the idea of getting rid of the blood behind him. Dealing with the cold of the night was easily dealt with. His body was naturally feverish, though he commonly suppressed it. The fact that he was shirtless in the middle of autumn wasn’t a concern. No need to adhere to the latest fashion trend when he never fit in anyway. Sector oo5 being full of zombies, it wasn’t long before his stomach churned in disgust. He wasn’t the kind of person who could stand to watch people being eaten alive. People eating people, what a farce – a personal responbility held him to get rid of the vermin that couldn’t get their minds off anything but. Differentiating threats and those that wouldn’t harm a fly was rather difficult for Eren, however. It took him a good five seconds of gauging their physique and demeanor before he could come to a conclusion of their status. Whether or not they’d have a bullet through their head was his only answer. For the most part, that is. Now, he was thinking differently. At the other end of his gun’s barrel, there was a blonde man, of a height not too taller than himself. What caught his eye was the jacket – short-cut, faded brown, and carrying a patch over the shoulders. Over the back were wings, white and blue. The uniform was something that Eren had abandoned long ago. The only thing that remained of it was the faded shoulder patch, and that was sewn onto a jacket back home, far away from where he was right now. His thoughts were all of whether or not this person could recognize him. He certainly couldn’t say the same for them.

“Don’t turn around,” he said, voice thick with confusion. “Who are you?”

#erenyega #{ EREN 02. }#( EVENT: FEVER. )#( CA UNDEAD. )#papi arrival #(erwin voice) why ya tite out #cannibalism mention #i'm sorry for takin 100 eons #to reply

Seeing the hue of red was nothing new to him. Nor was witnessing the spectacle of the occurrence of cannibalism at its finest hour. His peripheral was engulfed with the distribution of zombies allocated in different spaces. Once they were a normal, fine human being. And here they were, at the stage of no return. A tinge of sympathy did begin to reverberate within him but was soon dispersed.

There was no reason of bearing such emotions as if he were to embrace it more unneeded thoughts would begin to surface and now wasn’t the ideal circumstances for a moment of reminisce. His grip on his sword then became rigid and firm. If no one was going to cleanse this farce, he was going to do it himself. But if he allowed one simple mistake... as small as striking the wrong direction, it could be the end of him in a matter of seconds.

Having been deprived from any means of combat, his form had faltered significantly. Only if you compare him to the times where he was at his golden hour of being a formidable opponent. Since then... well, there’s not much to say. Unless you would count that one instance which had to do with something along the lines of the loss of a certain person’s limb.

But what relevance did this have when he’s currently in the position of the possibility of being mobbed by an abundance of zombies. Seeing that being tense, or that the rough grip on the hilt was unneeded, his grip was then loosened by a margin. Little did he know, a familiar individual would be approaching from his rear... though it was clear that it was not going to begin with a happy reunion filled with hugs and affection.

❝Don’t turn around, who are you?❞ They said. Again a recognizable voice... could it be...? He weighed his odds and found that there was nothing to lose. If this person didn’t recognize him, they would be free to part to their separate ways and that was the end of it. If they did then that was another story.

❝I am Erwin Smith,❞ he said with vigor. ❝13th Commander of the Survey Corps. I do not wish to indulge myself in a confrontation so I am here on peaceful terms. Do not mistake me for a weak opponent however, I will use force if it has to come to that.❞

profanedblade-deactivated201603

To retrace your own steps. Start again.. Recent sins weighted ‘pon his shoulders, yet here none (to his knowledge) were aware of the crime committed by he. Admittedly, there lay a desirable charm to a fresh start, a new lease on life - yet a reluctance nonetheless, for what in turn he’d lose. Can I embrace it? The answer uncertain, and voiced not, nor imagined - yet in time perchance he might allow himself to be near content with present circumstances. While time it would take for he to truly grow comfortable around another, there lay an undeniable degree of familiarity - any man of whom held unto a of fondness towards swordplay and it’s art lay worthy enough of Jaime’s consideration - and respect, perhaps. He’d taken note of the other man’s lack - yet question of it he would not give, no - oft had he borne witness towards men in such situation, and it lay furthest from his position to question. ❛ I’ve found throughout time any might discover opportunity to take to the task, no matter position or station in life. The lowest might discover themselves raised to knighthood - might find himself worthy of legend, after that first time taking a blade in hand. ❜

❛ I’ll do as required to survive here - but if you ever wish it, we might spar… it’s as good a way to pass time as any. ❜ To distract, to keep wits about him as he settled into the modern world, where all save this lay utterly foreign. ❛ My name is Jaime. ❜