kind killa

watch out for that tree

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familiar faces {petra & jean}

[liljeanbean]

Had it not been for Commander and his instructions to rebuild a bed and door, along with cleaning the entire dorm room, he would have beaten Petra to sleep by a good few hours. Still, despite his fatigue, he’d finally managed to give up on room 159’s threshold situation and begin his ascent homeward. 

Thoughts of crawling into bed were interrupted, though, as he heard his voice called from somewhere behind him. 

Turning, he paused, mid way between stating that it was, indeed, him. Had it not been for that whole memory lapse side effect of coming to this school, he’d remember joining the Scouting Legion. Eren had said he did, but no recollection had thus far reached him. What he did remember, though, was watching them all ride in and out of the walls. Besides, who wouldn’t recognize that cape? 

"Uh… Yeah, it’s me." Confused, he scratched at the back of his head. Was he supposed to know her personally? Better yet how did she know him? Surely she didn’t keep track of all the trainees. "Have we met?" 

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Petra stopped short when Jean turned to face her. He appeared confused, as if he didn't recognize her. Her expression became concerned when her assumption turned out to be correct. She wondered how far back the memory lapses went, exactly. It appeared different for everyone.

She remembered Eren and the rest of his class joining the scouting legion and then leaving for their mission beyond the wall. After that, everything went completely blank for her.

"Ah," she breathed, a kind smile replacing the concern. "Yes! I know this place has tampered with our memories, but we did meet! I'm in the scouting legion. I remember welcoming you and your class! My name is Petra Ral, and I'm glad to see you're safe and well, Jean."

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motherly instinct (event/open)

What a beautiful little bundle of joy! Petra held her baby up, cooing delightfully at it, watching it laugh and smile with warm eyes. This was something she'd always wanted, deep down. Being a mother always felt so right to her -- and now she got the chance!

Sure, a husband and a nice, comfortable home would be nice, too; and, even though this was a strange, Monobear experiment, Petra vowed to enjoy it.

In fact, she'd gladly help others take care of their children, too! Especially if they were ill prepared or not at all suited to be parents.

Petra always had a motherly air about her, so her child was calm and relaxed in her arms as she began walking with him down the hall of the school. She was so distracted thinking of a name, she bumped right into someone in passing.

"Oh-! I'm sorry!"

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too much info {petra & izaya}

As soon as Petra heard there was a Super High School Level Informant, she made it a point to find him. She wondered how much he knew, what kinds of things he knew, and what sort of information he could provide. Considering her being a relatively newer resident at this school, Petra thought that gathering as much knowledge about everything as she could would be a smart idea.

She'd probably missed a lot, after all. A lot of... murders and trials, including the one of her dear comrade, Hange. Petra wanted to know everything, including who to keep an eye out for.

Now, where would an Informant hang out? The library, perhaps? That seemed like a pretty official place for someone like that to sit around in. 

Petra wandered around, looking for a tall young man with short black hair. According to a few students she spoke to, his name is,

"Izaya Orihara? Are you the Super High School Level Informant?" she asked, tapping a man of his description on the shoulder. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have some questions."

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familiar faces {petra & jean}

It had been another long day at Hope's Peak for Petra and she feeling sort of home sick. She didn't miss the titans, though, and seeing Hange and getting a glimpse of Corporal Levi made her feel a little at ease; but mostly concerned for their well being. She wished she could find a way to protect her comrades from further harm. 

She let out a long sigh and walked down the halls, toward her dorm room. It was getting close to the 'night hours', anyway -- might as well get a head start on some sleep. As Petra turned a corner, she caught a glimpse of someone very familiar. That tall stature, the two toned style hair... It had to be Jean, unless she was starting to hallucinate. He was a newer recruit to the scouting legion, but Petra did remember him well. He was in Eren's class with Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Christa, and other brave warriors.

"Jean?! Jean, is that you?!" Petra called, quickening her pace to a light jog.

If it wasn't, she'd look like an idiot... but it was worth seeking out somebody from home!

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in the presence of a prince? (petra & n)

The clocks said it was late afternoon, but Petra couldn't tell what time of day it was. Not being able to see sunlight and venture outside was draining her energy. Maybe venturing up to the Greenhouse would be good for her. It wouldn't be a real outdoor experience, of course, but it would be as close as the soldier could get. 

After climbing the stairs, Petra peeked inside of the vast Greenhouse. It seemed empty and looked warm and inviting! Pushing the door open slowly, she made sure to be extra wary of that dangerous plant Monobear had warned them all about. She recalled hearing that it fed on just about everything, even human flesh. So that was something she definitely planned on avoiding.

Petra walked inside and began looking around, surprised to see that such a beautiful place was so desolate. Maybe everyone interested in gardening got their work done earlier in the day. In any case, she followed the sounds of the chickens Monobear also said would be up here. They were probably so cute! Petra would love to see any baby chicks that might be there, too. So cute...!

She stopped short at the sight of a green haired young man near the chicken coop. He seemed so gentle looking, and had an extraordinary air about him -- Petra couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Ah...! Hi-!" she greeted, feeling as if she disturbed him. "I'm sorry-! I didn't know anyone else was in here! I came to see the chickens!"

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if anyone wants to thread with petra, like this or message and i will get things a-cookin'!!

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trapped. (open) * Petrangelic

[fuukiin]

How long…she asked a good question. How long had he been here? When had he started losing track of days, weeks, months…it had been such a long time since Kiyotaka tasted freedom. He’d long since forgotten what it felt like, to be able to relax without the fear of death lurking around every corner. There was no exact way to be sure, for all he knew time in Hope’s Peak was skewed as well with there being no way to take a peek outside.

With a nervous laugh, his smile faded a bit, turning into a more bitter version of the expression he just held. “I am not sure…but I can tell you that I was with the first fifteen students who were enrolled here. As you can see, its grown much more crowded since then.” Though ‘crowded’ wasn’t even the right word for it. Sometimes it could be downright suffocating, the presence of so many other bodies with no conceivable way to escape the cluster in sight. He wouldn’t doubt some have developed claustrophobia because of the environment alone. At the gesture, he paused, pondering over exactly what he should do at this point. On one had, he could politely dismiss himself, however from the way she was insisting, the very notion of such an idea seemed impossible. But maybe Petra’s presence would serve to dismiss the earlier anxiety he felt. With the cafeteria almost empty and their voices carrying on as they were, he’d already begun to calm down considerable since bumping into her.  "If you insist, I suppose it would be rather unfair of me to deny you something you are so adamant about." It really was just a bump, no harm done aside from a light ache. There was nothing for Kiyotaka to worry about, although it looked like Petra would hear none of it.

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Petra's eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe this school started out with just fifteen people inside. She wondered how long ago that was and how many murders and executions and deaths there'd been since it all began. Her heart ached for this young man, who has probably seen and experienced too much for anyone his age. She had to admire his strength, though, and she did. He seemed so sure of himself and so stable -- at least, on the outside. 

He'd make a great member of the scouting legion, she thought to herself. He seems so orderly and respectful. Levi and Irvin would love that.

"Thank you for humoring me," Petra replied with a small laugh. "I won't pry regarding your experiences here, though. It's just nerve wracking being thrust into this place out of nowhere, as I'm sure you understand!"

She smiled slightly, wandering over to the large freezer. Opening it, the cold burst of air felt refreshing against her skin. With a small shiver, Petra reached up and grabbed what looked like a tray of ice. She popped the cubes out and wrapped them in a napkin, hurrying it over to the dark haired young man.

"Here you are!" she exclaimed, handing it to him before sitting down at the table. "My name is Petra, by the way. Petra Ral! I'm sorry we met under such inconvenient circumstances, but I'm glad to make your acquaintance!"

[forschung]

[ Seeing the other’s usual cheery state deteriorate in a flash brought a frown to Hange’s face.  She was used to others that could maintain their composure in this school, who appeared to take death with a grain of salt.  They had grown used to the death of others, and Petra hadn’t had the chance to adjust. ]

[ She frowned, pushing her books aside and opening her mouth to speak, before Petra had grabbed her hands.   She quietly listened, her eyes meeting Petra’s the whole time. ]

»”Hange, are you alright?”

[ Is she alright?  No, probably not.  This place has her going back to her angry and hateful self, and that could spell disaster for anyone that Hange would be willing to murder, especially if she were to find out that her death triggered a killing spree among her comrades.  One of the Scouting Legion’s proudest, reduced to a ticking time bomb.  Hange accepted this, and though she could accept Petra’s invitation for help, she simply shook her head, that smile returning to her expression. ]

"Petra, Petra.  We’re in a library, remember that."  [ She laughed, moving her hands and instead pulling her comrade into a tight hug, choosing to rest her head against the girl’s shoulder. ] "Listen, I told you, I’m alright.  I’m going to be more careful now, I’m fine, Petra."

[ Yeah, she wished. ]

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Within a moment, Petra felt herself being pulled against Zoe in a warm embrace. She let out a shaky breath and wrapped her arms around her comrade just as tightly in return. What life was scarier? This one, or the one fighting titans? It was brutally unfair that they could never seem to find a peaceful life to lead.

"I'm sorry if I shouted," she murmured, pulling back from Zoe's arms.

Petra rested her hands in her lap, keeping a careful eye on the brunette in front of her. There was no way she was completely fine -- who would be after such an experience? As strong as the scouting legion was, something would break them sooner or later. Nerve was just as easy to lose as it was to gain and make steel.

"You're going to be alright, Hange, I promise you," Petra said, sincerity written all over her face. "I'm here for you. We'll be strong together."

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the warrior and the soldier! {petra & mukuro)

According to this school's map, there was a training facility on one of the upper floors. That sounded more like home to Petra. She wondered what sort of utilities the facility was stocked with! Maybe she could practice hand-to-hand combat with someone, just like back home.

It sounded like a good idea in her head, anyway... If that were a plausible activity, Petra would have to make sure that her opponent was trustworthy. It was easy to mock fight with her comrades, as her life was in their hands nearly every day. Someone at this strange school, however, would be much more dangerous.

Following the map, Petra made it to the training facility and the changing rooms successfully. She found no need to change into the supplied 'gym clothes' as she felt much more comfortable in her usual attire. 

Creaking the door open, she peeked inside.

"Hello...! Anybody in here?!"

[forschung]

[ Oh.  That was an awkward slip-up.  Hange bit her lip for a moment, reaching up and running a hand over her neck, before she let out a quiet sigh. ]

"The dead come back, with scars as evidence of their passing."  [ She grabbed the fabric of the clothing around her neck, pulling it down to show signs of a stab wound, surrounded by violent scratches. ] “The death was accidental, I think.”

"I can’t remember it clearly, but I’m remembering bits and pieces of it.  From what I’ve heard, though, my killer thought it’d be cute to dump my body right onto our Corporal’s bed.  I’m fine…" [ A lie. She’d been feeling her sanity slipping from the moment she woke up. ] "… But I’m worried about him.  He’s been acting strange ever since."

[ She moved the fabric back into place over the wound, before sinking back into her chair. ]

"… Fine, I’ll bathe.  I need something nice to do with my hair, anyways."

[ Oops, Hange is staring at you with wide eyes.  A poor attempt to lighten the mood, ahoy. ]

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"Wh-What-!" 

Petra's eyes widened, horrified, as Zoe showed her the evidence of her death. She felt a lump rising in her throat and swallowed hard, an audible gulp escaping her. How could something like that be accidental? This place was so sick, so twisted.

"O-On Corporal Levi's bed-?!"

She was finding it hard to express all of the thoughts that came rushing into her head, all of the worries. Petra couldn't imagine how big a toll that must of took on the both of them. She wished she was there, she wished she could have done something-!

Reaching forward, Petra took Zoe's hands tightly, looking into the brunette's eyes with an earnest, concerned expression.

"Hange, are you alright? You can talk to me! I'm here for you now! I wish I was sooner, but I'm here now and that's all that matters, right?!" she cried, trying to control her voice's volume. "I-I'm just so glad you and Corporal Levi are both out of harm's way for now!"

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trapped. (open) * Petrangelic

[fuukiin]

Understanding? Could she really call him that for simply brushing off a mistake? Probably. considering how some of the others around here tended to get when angered; accident or not. By default Kiyotaka could be one of the more forgiving students around Hope’s Peak, but it varied. Luckily she’d run into someone who rarely took offense to anything, even when he was being insulted it could go right over his head, though that was mostly his own lack of prowess. "Would I be correct in assuming you’re new to the academy?" Getting lost, thinking too much about everything, it sounded like a classic case of a person who’d just recently woken up here. How unfortunate, such a gentle looking girl was trapped here now too. The only think Kiyotaka could offer was luck and perhaps a word of warning should the time come for it. Then again it was almost impossible to get around for very long without being killed at least once, it was a marvel nothing had happened to him yet. Pure luck, something completely out of his control. Straightening himself, the hall monitor took a rather deep breath to calm his nerves. The jittery feeling in the pit of his stomach wasn’t something he’d been enjoying up until running into her. Answering her question also sounded like a good idea on his part. "As i stated, it was my fault too. I should have been more aware of where I was going. My head hasn’t been in the right place as of late either, so perhaps we have that in common at the current moment." A hand reached up to absently rub the sore spot on his forehead, soothing the dull ache which followed the initial injury.  

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Petra nodded immediately when he inquired if she was a new student here. It was a startling experience to wake up here, only vaguely recalling some kind of letter and then having a toy bear explain that you were here for your extraordinary talent (and to kill your classmates). That wasn't Petra's plan. She didn't obey Monobear, and she wouldn't. She took her orders from her captain, Corporal Levi, and that was it.

If Levi ordered her to kill, she would kill. She didn't think the corporal would request her, or any of the other squad members, to murder innocent people, though. That was what they were trying to avoid back home.

"Have you been here long?" she asked, her voice a little quieter than it was a few moments ago.

Petra waved a hand, dismissing the fact that this young man was putting some of the blame on himself. She wouldn't have any of that, insisting to herself that she'd take full responsibility. Noticing the way he rubbed his head, Petra gestured toward one of the tables.

"Here, I'll get you some ice for that. It's the least I could do!"

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trapped. (open)

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Her tarot today was poor.  She knew it was a bad day to come out of her room, but her room mates…  She frowned at the thought of them.  She didn’t think her and them were the best mix.  Perhaps she could appeal to the bear to slip her into some other room.  It’d help?  Maybe.

But she wanted coffee.  And with no pot in the room to make some, she had to drudge her way through the halls to get some.  No IPad, she left that on her desk with all of her other supplies.  Perhaps she should have carried something.  A rabbits foot perhaps?

Coffee though.  Rich and warm in her hands, she had taken a sip as she started for the door, almost thankful that it hadn’t of spilled all over her, just the floor under her feet.

"I’m OK."  She said, loud enough for the other to hear it, touching on her long dress, thick with petticoats and slips, making sure the dark black brew didn’t get on her.

"Are you OK?"  She murmured looking up to the other, hiding her mouth behind a hand.  She hoped that the other wasn’t burnt.

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Petra came eye to eye with a rather fancy looking young woman -- who was holding a hot cup of coffee. The soldier let out a sigh of relief, glad to see that neither of them were burned by her clumsiness (quite literally).

She nodded quickly, smiling a friendly smile. 

"Yeah, yeah-! I'm fine! Thank you for asking!"

"I'm relieved I didn't hurt you, miss! I was pretty lost in my thoughts, I wasn't paying attention at all," Petra explained.

The last thing she wanted to do was make enemies in this school. She hoped and prayed this girl was as understanding and kind as she seemed to be. Briefly, she wondered if she should introduce herself. It was probably the polite thing to do; especially after nearly knocking her over with a swinging door.

"I'm Petra Ral, by the way! It's nice to meet you -- circumstance aside!"

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[etchedpain]

☣ AOD MEME SUNDAY! ☣

☢Headcanons - Send a word and the mun will write our a response of how it relates to their character. ☢Truth or Dare - We all know how this one works, don’t just overrun it with dares! There’s a truth part to it y’know! ☢Ask My Character/Mun - Ask the character anything, they are even allowed to break the fourth wall. Even send questions to the mun, this can help to know them better! ☢Drabbles -Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it. ☢Fish - What’s something you’re bad at, but love? ☢Deer - Did you have a dream last night? What was it about? ☢Bat - What is one of your worst fears? ☢Dog - Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? ☢Bear - Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? When? ☢Cat - How much do first impressions mean to you? ☢Penguin - Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? ☢Rabbit - Free Question

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trapped. (open)

[fuukiin]

Did everyone in this school wake up as late as possible? It seemed that way now what with how few students were in the cafeteria at this time. Normally such a fact would get on his nerves—the fact that he was yet again not the first one here already wearing on him—but today solitude while he sate breakfast might be a good thing. Kiyotaka liked speaking, he found listening to others to be intriguing; finding out their stories and reasons for living. They were all so vastly different, it was almost hard to believes so many different planes existed in the world. Once he finished, the hall monitor went to take care of his dishes, avoiding eye contact with anyone as he made his way into the kitchen. When did he become so anti-social? Or maybe that wasn’t it at all, even those in the cafeteria at the current time didn’t look as though they wanted to be bothered by anyone. While he was eating, it was eerily silent with them in there, the only sounds being that of some standing to leave, or the familiar clatter of silverware on ceramic. Kiyotaka was more than comfortable silence any day, but…this kind felt so much more overbearing. He wanted to leave. His legs took him quickly to the exit—after thoroughly washing his plate, of course. Though, he didn’t expect anyone to enter at the same exact moment. So, just as his luck permitted him, he was pummeled with the heavy metal of the door. There was a loud thumping sound, then his own voice making a less than dignified sound to go along with it. The culprits voice barely registered with him, red eyes peering over when a soft voice sounded within his range of hearing. She was scrambling for words, trying to apologize to the best of her ability. Kiyotaka could feel the gloom from just a little while ago lifting, her obvious concern and kindness setting his own usual upbeat attitude back in motion. “It’s quite alright, I myself should have been paying more attention to my own surroundings!” Zoning out wasn’t something he did very often, but when it managed to sneak up on him, nothing good came of it. Though, maybe this meeting could be counted as something, if so the pain will have been worth it. "Please don’t allow it to trouble you too much, I am perfectly fine, however your concern on my behalf is appreciated!"

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Petra's eyes widened when she got a good look at the young man she carelessly smacked with the door. He looked so... official! She wondered if he was some sort of soldier or police officer or something of that sort. 

She managed a kind smile as he scrambled to respond to her. He didn't seem like the type who would murder somebody in cold blood, so Petra didn't feel that she was in any kind of danger.

"Thank you for being so understanding," she responded, a sheepish laugh coming from her. "I haven't been feeling quite myself since arriving here! I keep getting lost in my thoughts!"

Petra waved a hand as if to disregard her last statement. That wasn't something she wanted to push onto somebody else. Talking about her worries with a stranger would be incredibly rude, after all. She didn't even really open up to anyone she knew personally all the time. Petra preferred to put her trust into her comrades and leave it at that. If things were meant to work out, they would. If not, she'd die for her cause and she'd die proudly. She didn't think she had a cause to die for at Hope's Peak, though, and was coming to the conclusion that she'd survive -- no matter what.

"Are you hurt at all?"

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trapped. (open)

Petra couldn't quite figure out what bothered her more -- the fact that the only way to escape was to get away with murder, or the fact that she was trapped in general. This was much worse than what she was used to. Instead of walls, it was that and more. A ceiling, bolted doors and windows, alarms, security cameras... They all kept her inside.

Sunlight and fresh air, nature; it all seemed like things of of the past now. Sure, there were no titans to worry about... and that was a great weight off of her shoulders; but Petra couldn't bear the thought of never being able to go outside again. She spent so many years in the Scouting Legion, working so hard for the freedom to live outside of walls. She didn't want to think her efforts to be a waste! The thoughts of her comrades dying in vain should never cross her mind!

Petra wandered down the halls of Hope's Peak, completely lost within her own mind. She couldn't figure out which place was safer, and came to the conclusion that they were both extremely dangerous in her their own ways. She had to be on her guard at all times here, just like back home. She wished she could say it was an honor to be in such a prestigious school for her talent of being a Super High School Level Warrior, but she wasn't so sure. Her talent might come in handy, though.

Petra shoved the doors to the cafeteria open, thinking that a nice cup of tea would relax her more. She wasn't aware that someone was standing on the other side, however, until a loud thump was heard from the door smacking into another person.

She jumped, clearly startled, and rushed inside.

"Are you alright?! I am so sorry, I didn't realize-!" Petra cried. "I should have paid more attention-!"

[forschung]

[ At the mention of baths, the expression on Hange’s face was akin to disgust.  Christ, Levi nagging at her was enough, and now she had Petra on her case!  Well, at least she was a lot more soft than Levi was. ]

"Ugh, I don’t have time for baths.  I was recently murdered, you know.  I was killed next to my research, and you know what they got rid of, along with the evidence at the crime scene?  My research.  Every last bit of it.  I have to do it all over again, and I don’t even have any Titans around to base it on!  I work day and night trying to get it all down again, and now I’m writing this report, and I now have responsibilities as the Co-Founder of the Science Club!  Add eating and sleeping into that, baths simply aren’t an option."

[ Hygiene be damned.  She let out a huff of disdain, before flipping the page of the book that rested on the table, scribbling in that god-awful handwriting as she read over a statement. ]

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Petra's eyes widened. Did Zoe just say she was recently murdered? Yet, her comrade was still sitting next to her! Lively as usual! She found it incredibly hard to believe that Zoe would ever be a victim of a killing here. She had to be stronger than more than half of the people here!

"Hange, I'm- You look very well for someone who claims to have just been murdered in the recent weeks..." Petra trailed off, her tone too concerned to make light of the moment. This place was frightening; but apparently no one died for good, and that was a relief. 

She tried to shake off the fear. Petra was a titan killer. This silly school was nothing in comparison! She had to keep telling herself that.

"I guess you're right," she said. "I know your research is very important to you, and you should take care of the most important things first!"