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[thedistantsun]

The Despair of Brothers

Asura’s hand on his shoulder had been insistent and Kid found himself being dragged through the city after his brother. There was no explanation except that there was something he had to see. However, when it came to his older brother, that could mean anything. After fifteen minutes of Asura trying to rediscover whatever he had seen, Kid got sick of him and threw his hand off. 

“Kid, don’t be a prick! I told you I saw something-” Asura shouted at him as Kid summoned his board to leave. 

“Get off!” He responded, kicking at the hand that Asura reached up to grab hold of Beezlebub with. Of course, that only urged his brother on and soon enough he found himself slapping away his hands and grabbing his own handful of hair in revenge.

“Wait, there-!” Asura suddenly changed his tone, shoving him off and pointing. Kid suddenly understood the reason he had been so interested in pursuing whatever he had seen. It seemed that there was a visitor to the city. One that wasn’t the usual human or weapon/meister coming to learn. In fact, she was very different indeed. Both of them stood and brushed themselves down a little as they saw her walking into the town centre. 

“Who is she?” Kid asked, looking down from the roof they stood together on at her soul in particular. “There’s divinity in her.”

“Ares...” Asura answered, causing Kid’s stomach to drop. “This should be interesting...”

@morgandaughterofdeath

[purposevowed]

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Her eyes went wide, brows pressed in. “Illegal? Why would it be illegal to leave? Do they just keep you trapped in here like animals?”

Her words became more even, coming out more quickly. They were getting somewhere now. Someone or something was keeping them from leaving and that didn’t sit too well with her. It reminded her of Kronos’ laws of herding demigods like sheep. Every one was to be accounted for. It made her feel sick, like she was back in the slums of Crete again.

“Commander? What’s a commander?” she tilted her head. “Is that a person that leads troops? You seem like a soldier, what rank are you? It’s the squad of Centurions in the army of Greece, but I suppose you’d call them commanders. We are the ones directly under our Praetors, the leaders of our government.”

...Well, if there’s one thing that’s clear here, it’s that she really doesn’t seem to know anything - or, that’s how she’s trying to make herself appear. 

What to do?

“...You really don’t know a thing?” he questions; eyebrow rising. There’s a certain skepticism to his words that she can most likely notice - it’s not like he intends to instantly believe her, but at the least, he’s willing to let her speak. ...If she is a titan-shifter, it’s possible that he won’t be able to subdue her successfully on his own, so it would be best to keep her placated until there were aware of the situation.

“The Commander of the Survey Corps. ...Though if I’m right, you don’t know what that is either, right?”

Sighing, Levi takes a step back so that there’s a bit more distance between them, glancing at her once more before he continues to speak.

“As far as most of us are aware, the majority of humanity was wiped out by the titans a hundred years ago. ...The only ones who seem to have come from outside, are, well... they’re responsible for the attack that caused the death of millions of people, so forgive me if I’m finding you more than a little suspicious.”

[deadlyredheartbreaker]

Trick or Treat Nerves // Closed

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          “Aaaaaaand there! Perfect bat ears!”

Spirit smiles as he holds up the small headband, that now has triangle shapes cut from cardboard and colored black hot glued to the top. He stands up from his place at the kitchen table, and walks over to the girl sitting at the other end, eating a snack.

          “I’m a pretty good craftsman, if i do say so myself. Maybe my real calling was in            costume design!”

He grins, and stretches the headband a bit so he can set it on Morgan’s head snugly. It matches the shirt he’d managed to sew ( rather messy looking ) wings into. Hey, rugged is in this season.

          “Now you’re all ready for trick’r’treat! Just in time, too,”

He says as he glances out the window, to see other kids emerging from their houses to begin the nightly festivities.

[resonancerequiemarchived]

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Soul sighed, the young girl strapped to his back in the sudden embrace. “Morgan, I didn’t go anywhere.” he said simply. His voice null of any specific emotion. Still the boy leaned his head against hers for a split second. The only hint that he was appreciative of her. It was more than most would get. Soul rarely enjoyed the invasion of his personal space. Still, his meister was the exception. And Morgan was more than his meister. She was his best friend. 

Soul stepped out of her grasp. “So what’d you bring me?” he cracked a grin at her.

[misanthropicmegara]

“No need to repeat yourself, I ignored you just fine the first time.” (Morgandaughterofdeath)

Megara’s eyes narrowed and her hand tightened around the knife she was using to prune her rare, deadly plant. “Then it won’t be my fault when half your body goes numb, you bratty ingrate.”

[diangelo-nico]

Cont (x)

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“Yeah I know it’s just super freaking irritating.”

“Why do the Ares kids always have to team up on us? Every time I get so close to the flag but then they just come out of nowhere!”

“Fighting is innate for them, it’s why we have to train that much harder.”

“You could drop them into a shadow. If your reflexes were quick enough.” He grinned.

[the-real-kyoya-ootori]

Ink Blots and Painted Dots|| Closed RP with Morgandaughterofdeath

@morgandaughterofdeath The shop was unlike any other. It was tidy, brightly lit, filled with light colors such as lavender and pale rose. Not exactly the stereotypical tatoo studio. The man who runned it was known for creating beautiful works of art on skin. He didn't just use a tatoo gun though, he also specialized in body painting. That was why he ran two buildings right next to each other. There was a door connecting the two so the owner could walk back and forth from client to client freely and manage his employees. He loved the idea of parents going in for a tat and leaving their children in the other building to get their faces or arms or legs painted. Adults would get their bodies painted as well, though not as often. Kyouya Ootori, owner of Shadow King Body Arts, loved that he could manage his two shops with such efficiancy, and that his high school friends worked with him as artists. His friends with a softer side worked in the body paint studios while those who dared try their hands at holding the machinery worked in the tat studios. He had a booth situated in the center of the two so he could work on body painting and tattooing uninhibited. One surprisingly uneventful day, after Kyouya was finished with scolding Tamaki Suoh, his most requested body painter, and Umehito Nekozawa, his most requested tatoo artist, for trying to sabatoge each other's jobs again, he leaned against the reception desk in his tatoo parlour and checked his black book of sketches, designs, and finished products to see if anything needed updating. He did this every time there was a lull in clients, adding new reference or inspiration pictures here, took out ones that no one was interested in, changed the order around until everything was perfect. He did not notice the door open or that someone had stepped inside until they started talking.

[purposevowed]

To be honest, Levi would really appreciate a goddamn break. 

Of course, he’s surely not the only one feeling that way. This entire week has been absolute chaos, and not just for him - the things that have happened have shaken humanity to it’s core. 

For the first time ever, a human turned into a titan. Not just that, but that same human - a boy of only 15 years of age - has granted humanity it’s first ever victory against the titans, and now Levi himself is tasked with watching over him - keeping him safe, but ready to kill if everything goes wrong.

...That chaos isn’t a bad chaos, though. Despite the laughable irony of it, and how absurd the reality even is - the fact is that this is a huge opportunity for humanity. No matter how risky and unpredictable the situation may be; nothing like this has ever happened before, and it seems like for the first time - there might be some kind of hope for the future. 

...The Survey Corps had always been about taking gambles, after all. 

But it hasn’t stop[ed the whole ordeal from being exhausting, even for Levi. With everything finally calming down, everyone has been left to grapple with what’s occurred and what has yet to occur, and tiredness has suddenly descended down on them all like a blanket. ...Thoughts like that in mind, Levi allows himself to walk without person, letting the air outside the walls clear his head.

‘...Is that a person?’

In the distance, an unfamiliar figure appears in the corner of his eye, and he turns suddenly to see a stranger. Not a soldier - not in uniform, certainly, nor is she anyone he recognizes - but if that’s the case, what is she doing outside the walls? Mind suddenly sharpening and body snapping into action, he glares at the figure, suspicion in his eyes.

“Who are you?”

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