#;reckoner

[erenyega]

pararmour​

      Eren hadn’t really done evacuation duty much, even back in the day when he had had duties as a soldier. As high-ranking personnel himself, he had been exempted from such things in favor of keeping his own ass covered. Despite that, he was currently directing people towards an underground shelter, not really saying much, but still doing his best to help.       Hearing a clinking sound far too heavy to be human, he turned his head, only to come face to face with a familiar face. With a bit of an incredulous expression on his face, he spoke out pretty naturally, despite his previous quietness.

“You know, I’m never going to get used to that huge armor. It’s pretty ridiculous.”

[erenyega]

deathmaelstrom

      Having successfully played the part of the paratrooper, Eren had long since been within the alternate city for a few hours now. Regardless of how prepared he considered himself to be for the counter-attack, he wasn’t.       He just wasn’t.       There was a major difference between fighting other people and fighting Titans. For one, his shoulder was sore as hell from all the shooting he’d been doing, and even his healing factor couldn’t do much to compensate for that. His mind was exhausted, worrying over the people in this other city would be able to resurrect after a few weeks. Having seen way too many dead bodies, he became accustomed to it. Jadedness had become a part of him.       At the moment, he was currently in the middle of a plaza, a gun in hand and several people shooting at him from too many directions to bother counting. He’d gotten used to the odd bullet hitting him every now and then, but his healing fixed him up quickly enough to make his situation no more difficult than a children’s video game.       Regardless of that, though, he eventually found himself hearing a lot less explosions and gunfire than he had before. He had called in for back up over a local radio signal a long time ago, but to think that it would actually come was a surprise to him.       After a few minutes of deliberation, he popped his helmet over the wall, and after confirming that no one would shoot him, he hopped over entirely, and came face to face with a familiar girl.

“Oh. You. What the hell are you doing here? You’re still wearing a skirt? Fuck, I thought you’d actually take some sensible advice, but I guess not...thanks, though.” Eren said, flicking open a lighter and beginning to smoke as a minor form of celebration. Was all he could manage to do, in between the sore pain in just about every part of his body.

[erenyega]

exorcisingborder

      Things were made simple when all it took was a single push of a finger to end a life. It made it even more simple when that one pull on the trigger could be made to last even longer, and thus hit more and more targets.       Several hundred feet up in the air, circling the teleporter that let people cross the boundary between the two cities, was Eren. Currently in a helicopter he’d nicked off the military police a while ago, he found himself shooting down any invaders from the other side--after confirming their hostility, that is. He had a few people on the ground contacting him every few minutes.       Regardless, it was starting to get repetitive--and furthermore, severely challenging on his mind to keep it up. It felt almost wrong to mow them down like that, but there was little to do for it.       Just as he was about to begin another round, he saw a familiar red uniform coming from the rear. He had an idea of what she might be coming to say, and flicked on the autopilot while he moved to the middle area of the aircraft in order to pop open the side door.       Air pressure leaking out, winds beating at him from all directions, and the ear-breaking sound of the rotating blades above him, Eren stared at the supposed shrine maiden with tired grey eyes.

“---”

      He didn’t really know what to say. Emotionally disconnecting himself from the situation below, he attempted to make casual talk, speaking in a very passive voice.

“You seem like you’re pretty well off. You got your powers back?”

[erenyega]

      Eren refused to rely on whatever those whitecoats had devised in order to transport himself to the other side of the city--or rather, the other city as a whole. The result was obvious if one looked in the sky.       He had stolen a helicopter. Didn’t matter where from. But he’d subsequently found that he could pilot with relative ease. Though that was likely due in part to his experience in engineering as well as the autopilot function, he was currently flying an attack chopper several hundred feet in the sky.       He wasn’t going to cross the boundary of the cities. Not yet. He was still learning how to control the damn thing, as well as make full use of the guns that were attached on parts of it.       All in all, it was a pretty amazing sight to behold. Most people were taking the teleporting way across, but this made it so that Eren could take care of any invaders from the sky. It was a lot easier than doing so on the ground.       Even so, it seemed he’d caught the attention of someone he hadn’t meant to. After glancing closely at her, it turned out to be someone he hadn’t meant to catch the attention of ever again.       Muttering a swear under his breath, Eren flicked the autopilot to keep himself in midair without moving so much, and then popped open the side door to the chopper, staring at her without hesitation.

“......”

      Of course, that didn’t meant he said anything. He just stared. That was pretty much all he could do in this situation. There wasn’t much else to say. What could he say, to the person he’d killed? He had no idea.

solarsubterrestrial​

[erenyega]

      Eren had grasped the fundamentals of marksmanship pretty quickly. Perhaps his eyes were just better than most, coupled with training of practically all the useful muscles in the body, but in the time he’d spent in the city, he’d long since become adept with everything he could engage himself in--combat included.       It wasn’t like he was particularly inexperienced with firearms--they had them back behind the Walls, but they were never put to use. However, in a city that had humans as the enemy--or monsters in the shape of humans, whatever you’d prefer--he had to learn how to fight against humans.       Responsibility as a soldier would lead him to fight in the streets, protecting those he could in any way he was capable, but every soldier runs out of juice at some point. In Eren’s case, it wasn’t a lack of fuel for his own body, but rather the ammunition for the pistol he had taken as a sidearm. It slipped out of his hands, and though he had been retreating into a back alley, it seemed that another person--a pretty formal-looking girl--had been placed in a similar situation to him.       With a quick glance, however, it seemed she was in a worse situation than he was. Was that a knife? Perhaps a sword? He saw a glint of metal, but didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he inched behind her, his back facing her own. There was little else to do but--

“Haven’t a clue as to who you are, but if you can use that thing, you better be damned good at it. Just make sure they can’t get near me within five seconds, and make sure you’re close when that’s up, you hear?”

      In a voice that was firm and direct, Eren begrudgingly relied on another person for backup, despite his inward refusal to get tied down to anyone. The situation called for it, and there was nothing he could do about it but make sure he cleared out the scum surrounding the both of them cleanly and quickly.

kanesadakuji