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tushanshu2013-09-05 09:27 pm
strategisch) wrote in tushanshu2013-09-05 09:27 pm
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1st; video
[The feed begins without warning, picturing a young blonde boy sitting at his console. He’s slowly—oh so slowly, like the world’s most meticulous woodpecker—typing at the keyboard. One letter at a time. Tap. Tap. Tap. His gaze keeps switching from his hands to his screen, squinting, cocking his eyebrow, leaning in or out to get a better look, with an expression of concentration so intense it’s a wonder he hasn’t set fire to anything yet.]
[It’s obvious he’s never seen a computer, or anything remotely like it, in his life.]
[In the background, another boy is pacing around. Despite looking far more ragged than Armin, he seems to have limitless energy. He’s moving furniture, asking if Armin’s gotten the “lightsbox” working yet, switching light switches on and off, and eventually settling for carrying a lamp around.]
[They're both wearing a peculiar sort of uniform with a winged emblem on the shoulder and back, and for some reason, a very complex harness of belts.]
[Armin keeps on hunting and pecking as he was until he glances up to the monitor again, and notices something different.]
Recording…?
[He looks up out of the corner of his eye as he tries to remember what he was explained that implies. Surprise crosses his face as it returns to him.]
Ah, yes, recording-- Eren! I think I've gotten it to start showing us to everyone else!
[His friend shouts from the background]
Ask who's there! Anyone we know? Who's there?!
I suppose that's as good of a question as any... Is there anyone out there that we would know?
My name is Armin Arlert, of the 104th Trainee's Squad, presently in the Scouting Legion-- although I doubt that holds much weight here. Anyone from our "world" would be familiar with those terms though, so please, if you are, respond. And anyone else for that matter, who isn't a Kedan; what is Keeliai, exactly? Why are we brought here? What is beyond these walls? What could this city possibly be a stronghold against?
[He looks concerned, and leans back in his chair a little. There had to be some sort of threat, if they bothered with security... And he tended to think of such things in bad-as-possible terms.]
[Eren seems very grimly determined to ruin his eyesight as he tries to figure out how electricity works, switching his lamp on and off.]
...This place can't be any good if Mikasa isn't here too. [He mutters bitterly.]
[Armin sighs, because he feels the same way. He stares off blankly.]
We'll find her. It's only a matter of time.
ooc: [Joint post between Armin Arlert and Eren Yaeger. Specify who you want, or not, or both! Expect threadjacking, and lots of it.]
[It’s obvious he’s never seen a computer, or anything remotely like it, in his life.]
[In the background, another boy is pacing around. Despite looking far more ragged than Armin, he seems to have limitless energy. He’s moving furniture, asking if Armin’s gotten the “lightsbox” working yet, switching light switches on and off, and eventually settling for carrying a lamp around.]
[They're both wearing a peculiar sort of uniform with a winged emblem on the shoulder and back, and for some reason, a very complex harness of belts.]
[Armin keeps on hunting and pecking as he was until he glances up to the monitor again, and notices something different.]
Recording…?
[He looks up out of the corner of his eye as he tries to remember what he was explained that implies. Surprise crosses his face as it returns to him.]
Ah, yes, recording-- Eren! I think I've gotten it to start showing us to everyone else!
[His friend shouts from the background]
Ask who's there! Anyone we know? Who's there?!
I suppose that's as good of a question as any... Is there anyone out there that we would know?
My name is Armin Arlert, of the 104th Trainee's Squad, presently in the Scouting Legion-- although I doubt that holds much weight here. Anyone from our "world" would be familiar with those terms though, so please, if you are, respond. And anyone else for that matter, who isn't a Kedan; what is Keeliai, exactly? Why are we brought here? What is beyond these walls? What could this city possibly be a stronghold against?
[He looks concerned, and leans back in his chair a little. There had to be some sort of threat, if they bothered with security... And he tended to think of such things in bad-as-possible terms.]
[Eren seems very grimly determined to ruin his eyesight as he tries to figure out how electricity works, switching his lamp on and off.]
...This place can't be any good if Mikasa isn't here too. [He mutters bitterly.]
[Armin sighs, because he feels the same way. He stares off blankly.]
We'll find her. It's only a matter of time.
ooc: [Joint post between Armin Arlert and Eren Yaeger. Specify who you want, or not, or both! Expect threadjacking, and lots of it.]
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Eren stares.
Eren takes one of the lamps in his hand and fucking TRIES TO BEAT THE EVERLOVING SHIT OUT OF BERTL WITH IT. ]
I'LL FUCKING EXTERMINATE YOU, I'LL MURDER YOU, I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW AND NO ONE WILL EVER SEE YOUR BODY, BECAUSE I'LL CHOP YOU UP INTO LITTLE BITS AND CHOP THOSE BITS INTO MORE BITS AND THE BITS INTO SO MANY FUCKING BITS THEY'LL BE GODDAMN INVISIBLE---
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Eren, please- ow!- calm down, I'm not here to fight-
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[ armin, where are you, because eren is now throwing a lamp at this asshole and will probably start throwing whatever furniture he can reach ]
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Eren, I just want to talk!
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[Armin comes down the stairs and sees Bertolt.]
[The outcomes of this situation race through his head. For one, Bertl is currently armed, and as much as he wishes his lamp was an actual weapon, Eren was not. Armin could easily fetch him his blades, but if one of them were to get injured, it would simply turn into a battle of Titans. He did not want to test Keeliai's tolerance for such spectacles and possible collateral damage.]
[...Even when logic points to no, stop this, he hesitates for an extra second, because deep down, he too would like nothing more than to see this bastard's head roll across the floor.]
[But he can't let this go on any longer.]
Stop this now!
[He rushes over to his friend's side and grabs his arm, bracing him back. His lamp crashes to the floor.]
Eren, this cannot happen! We have no right to harm him here!
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That's not important right now, though. He needs to say what he came for when he has the chance.]
I...I saw them bringing you in, and... [And of course, he sounds like an idiot. Good job, Bertl. It's also starting to occur to him that his initial reason for wanting to talk to them is completely ridiculous. Even if they know where Reiner is, they have no reason whatsoever to help him.]
...If we really are trapped here, we would have run into each other sooner or later anyway, so... [Oh god talking is hard this is why Bertl usually leaves it to Reiner.]
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lamp... ]
So we should work together? So I shouldn't try to rearrange your face? Is that what you're trying to say? [ Listening to him is like getting punched in the face with ire. ]
H-Hah, fuck no. I'm going to kill you; that's the only help you'll get. I'm going to tear your arms off, and I'm going to beat you to death with them.
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[Armin's admonishment cuts through the tension in the room. Pointless violence in the name of revenge appeals to him as well, but they just... can't.]
So you saw us, [Armin looks up towards Bertolt.] I can believe that much. But what are your motives for coming here? We're in unfamiliar territory. It would be easy for you to indefinitely avoid us. Yet here you are.
You can't possibly be hoping to make peace. [He says, like he wants to spit.]
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I-I... [And the worst part is that there's no one to help him with his mistakes.]
...I'm not asking for your help, or anything like that. I just. I didn't know what to do.
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For once, though, despite what he feels, Eren keeps quiet. Armin'll figure out what to do with this traitorous piece of shit. ]
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You won't be having any forgiveness from us. You've earned your solitude.
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[He does. That's something they'd known right from the start; that they would be hated, that their actions were unforgivable.
In a way, the reminder of that fact is almost comforting. It makes it a little less difficult to draw the line and tell himself that these people are the enemy. It's still far more difficult than it should be, though.]
...Will it be alright for me to just leave? I don't want to make this into a fight.
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[Armin still doesn't know where Bertolt came from, or his motives in their own world. Titan-shifter dominance? Senseless slaughter? He'd never know without being able to properly question one of them, and that opportunity wasn't going to present itself here. Not now anyways.]
[But Tu Vishan was a different matter entirely.]
I hold Eren back now because we are in the territory of Keeliai and the Kedan, and I doubt they would tolerate a battle between Titans in the middle of their land. We still don't know what they're capable of.
...However, if you do anything to harm the people here, I will not leash him.
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I suppose...I should try to find a way back to our world, if there is one.
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So you can kill everyone there?! You disgusting piece of shit.
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As much as I dislike the idea of you returning, there's little I can do to stop you. [He has no collateral with which to truly trust him either. He looks torn with the situation, but ultimately gives in.]
I doubt you'll object to me saying that we'll be keeping a close eye on you.
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Do as you like.
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[ Hissed out, more than shouted. An incredibly pathetic comeback, but if you point that out, he will fuk u up. ]
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[His grip tightens on Eren until this knuckles go white, but not to hold him back-- moreso to hold himself back.]
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Yeah maybe he should have mentioned that part.]
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Damn it all! We had him right here!
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[ It's Eren's turn to place his hand on Armin's arm. ]
We can still chase him down? [ makes a move to do so ]
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[Armin flexes his hand, looking at it absently.]
And even then, alone, he has no reason to tell us anything. As much as I'd like to see him dead, harvesting information comes first.
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