Femslash February Day 28 "Parting Gift"~ A grenade pin for prez and a completed challenge for me, if we ignore all those days I didn't do. Keep an eye out for a zine with all from this month and a few other femslash arts I've drawn in the near future!
"This is Fenrir, also known as humanity's last fortress."
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Defeat the enemy no matter what.
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"Wow, I can't believe it!"
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"You have the job of protecting the human race from extinction."
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A gold drill with a blue hilt waited for it's turn to fight.
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"I finally did it!"
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"Dying is always happening and so is leaving comrades behind."
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Large gray paws broke the surrounding area.
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"I did it, I can protect them."
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"This is not a job for weaklings or those who can't handle death."
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A large, ridge blade was preparing to sink its teeth into the beast with the electric collar.
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"It feels so… Surreal."
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"The only weapons that can do any damage against the Aragami is called a God Arc, which only God Eaters can wield."
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The blades within the red chainsaw spun.
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"This is great!"
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"There are two types of God Eater; Old-type and New-type. Old-type God Eaters use either a blade or gun while New-types can use both."
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With a jump, the drill flipped into a blue gun and fired a laser-like bullet.
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"I did it!"
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"This is your new life."
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"I'm a God Eater!"
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“Another rookie?”
“Well, he’s fine as long as he doesn’t do what that new-type did on their first mission.”
A small square of teenagers had made home on a couch off to the side. Brown hair, dyed hair, curled hair; a tall male, a tooth pick of a boy, a short female. It was clear that they weren’t there for stealth.
“Oh, I heard about that, too…”
The previously cheering rookie seemed to almost deflate; did he really actually say that out loud? He sighed and scratched the side of his head, slight tilting his orange striped hat.
“Oh, you must be Kota Fujiki, right?” A red-haired, formally dressed female called out from behind the central desk.
“Huh? Oh, yeah! That’s me,” Kota trotted over without a second thought.
“My name’s Hibari Takeda, I’m an operator here,” She bowed slightly. “I manage most of the general stuff; missions, notices, calls, and other things like that.”
“So…”
The conversation continued for only a minute before all attention fell back upon the group in the corner. However, this time there was a new addition with light green eyes and deep reddish brown hair. Something about this person… was strange.
“I had a ring in my ears, perhaps your voices sing to me?” She lend over slightly, making her sweet smile clearer. The ribbons of a rose-shaped barrette attached to the front of her black shirt fluttered down. Her light blue rain-boots gave out a small squeak. “What’re you thinking?”
“H-Huh? Where… Who—”
“Simple; a rookie from Unit One. I can be the one you chat about or…” Her eyes grew dark, almost lifelessly sinister. “You could see for yourselves.”
“A-Ah, umm, w-we were just leaving, actually!” One of the girls quickly jumped to her feet and urged the other to follow suit. “We need to talk t-tactics more than anything!”
“Ah, sad… I was so looking forward to getting to know you.” A crooked smile came across her face just as the group ran off. “You aren’t very inter-testing, though.”
Hibari shook her head with a sigh. “Kimiko! Do you have some spare time?” No response, though the threatening aura seemed to die down. “Kimiko?”
“O-Oh, that’s me,” she awkwardly mumbled to herself before skipping over to the counter. “You called, Hibari?”
“I figured now would be a… time to introduce you two. This is Kota Fujiki, he just joined Unit One today.” Hibari smiled weakly. “Kota, this is Kimiko, also a rather new member of Unit One.”
“Hello!” The girl smiled sweetly. “Good to meet you.”
“O-Oh, umm…” Kota scratched the back of his head. “Back at you.”
“Let’s work—”
Suddenly, her expression turned grim with such a different feel compared to all the events prior. All she could see was at the top of the small set of stairs beside the desk. Everything else became little more than white noise.
“You.” A young man with dark skin and a hood over his head approached the female rookie.
“You.” She repeated back at him, challenging his murky demeanor head-on.
“Oh, Soma, I received a few new missions…”
“What, did preschool end early?” He said tauntingly.
“Excuse you?!” Without a thought, the girl fell for it “Show some manners! I’m older!”
“You insult yourself with your own stupidity.”
“Well, I was going to wait to bash your skull in with a rock and watch your pretty little blood stain every bit of rubble and turn the dirt to mud on the field, but plans do change.”
“‘Tch, you can’t even aim a gun straight so, what makes you think you could with a rock?”
“A-A gun is completely different a-and it’s your fault for being at the wrong place at the wrong time! If you ran faster, I wouldn’t have shot ya!”
Hibari muttered, mostly to herself. “I was really hoping this would just blow over, but they’re both so stubborn…”
“My fault? I was actually following the plan! Not all of us are idiots, you know!”
“Huh?” Kota stepped in closer, as if that’d provide some sort of protection.
“Why don’t you go take a look around, get used to the place? It’ll make it easier to get used to your teammates.”
