#invitaeheros

[eastdetective]

✉ uwu

((I don't think Shinichi and Jean has ever interacted??? OTL So I'm just going to do ooc ^^ 

You are a great rper and always pleasant to see on skype. Always polite and friendly which is great to see in anyone ^^))

[ikibai]

נυѕт συя ℓυ¢к || Jean

"Group Dancer? What the hell kind of pansy name is that --?" Kiba mumbled to himself as he set about making up the bottom bunk that had been allotted to him. 

He was still more than a little sore at being forced to leave Akamaru behind by the administration. Even though the trip was almost halfway over, it still bothered him. Apparently, the big dog was just too much of a liability. Emitting a low growl that expressed all his disgust at having his partner being referred to as nothing more than property, Kiba applied a little more force than necessary in yanking the covers over the mattress, resulting in the fabric loosening once again. Giving up the task as a lost cause, the Inuzuka turned to cast a surveying glance around the cabin, hoping to find something more...his style to occupy his time. 

Honestly, when he'd decided to go on this trip, he'd thought that it would be a lot more exciting than it turned out. Sure, there'd been quite the interesting turn of events at the start, but after that, things had sort of settled. Kiba was practically squirming from the need to go out and do something, anything, so long as he was being more active than this. Honestly, it was at times like this that he almost regretted leaving home to come to school in Bunkyo. 'What the hell was I thinking? Nothing fun happens around here.' 

His ears twitched, and a moment later the door opened to reveal one of the many 'chaperones,' some nameless teacher from Ouran. The man looked around the room, a look of distaste on his face at the sight of the miscellaneous debris that was bound to accumulate when one placed a couple of teenage boys together for too long before settling on him and the only other person currently in the cabin.

"You two want to do us a favor? We're in need of some kindling and such. You'll probably have to go a little further up the mountain, but you should be fine. The owner of this place assured us that there's nothing very dangerous about the woods around here. How about it?" 

The tone in which he spoke made it clear that he expected immediate acquiescence, and Kiba bristled a little as a result. Not that he wasn't thankful for the opening; after all, he'd just been thinking about getting out and finding some way to be useful, or at least rid himself o his boredom. It was just the mere fact that they were all but being ordered to comply that had him meeting the older male's gaze defiantly.

Grunting in annoyance, he muttered, "Yeah, yeah. Why the hell not? Sure beats sticking around here any longer. Bunch of tight asses --"

After releasing a long suffering sigh, the man just shook his head and walked away, apparently satisfied with Kiba's agreement and taking that as a sure thing. Turning to face the other male, Kiba recalled that his name was Kirschstein. Something Kirschstein. They might have shared one or two classes together back at Spica, but he hadn't actually had a chance to talk to him until this trip. 'Well, I guess maybe it won't be that bad...'

"Hey, you okay with this? You don't have to come along if ya don't want. I mean, the guy said there's nothin' dangerous out there, so I can handle gathering a couple of little sticks," Kiba stated, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away in disinterest. 

It'd be nice to have some company, but it wasn't necessary. He meant what he said. Gathering a few pieces of wood should be no trouble at all. Grabbing the scarf that he'd bought in Bunkyo before the trip, he wound it around his neck and prepared to leave, not bothering to check to see if Kirschstein was doing the same. 

[a-ckermann]

(♥♥,) Let's do this.

8: A slap in the face.

If there was one lesson Mikasa remembered right this moment, was the lesson that she had learned while serving in the legion, that if she lost her cool, it was the moment she lost.

However right now, she was angry, furious beyond seeing the light of anything. It was as though her hand had moved on it’s own volition, silver hues smoldering with her fury as she swung it with so much force that when her palm connected with the cinnamon haired teen’s cheek, it actually hurt.

She saw surprise, indignation and rage register on his face, a complete contrast from hers. Her expression remained cool, detached even as she stared down at the other soldier. The only thing that gave away the agitation that brewed within her was her eyes. No, it wasn’t that she harbored any hatred for Jean. In fact, Mikasa really admired the other’s natural leadership skills. But he just had to push it, being the little shit he was. And she didn’t care if Marco was there — the gentler teen wouldn’t be able to stop her if she was intent on making things happen.

“One more insult about Eren," her voice was laced with violence, the promise to carry out the threat evident in it. "And it wouldn’t be just a slap in the face next time.”

[timidlionfists]

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/ooc; Definitely recommend it! And if you’re hungry, toast is the best thing to eat on a sick stomach. c:

((Thank you!! C:))

[timidlionfists]

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/ooc; Do you have any ginger or peppermint tea? Works great for stopping nausea.

((Yea we actually do i might go make some ;-;))