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Der Jäger ist nun der opfer
The ℋunter is now the ℋunted.
If you win, you live.
If you lose, you die.
If you don't fight, you can't win!
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His eyes sharply turns to regard him when Jean utters those musing words in passing... Is humanity destined to be wiped out? Unsurprisingly, even Eren himself wants to know what the answer to that would be. The answer was already looking bleak by the look of things. But for someone who was a bit of an arrogant know-it-all, Jean does make a lot of sense sometimes, even if most of the time he's unaware of it. Though he'd be caught dead before admitting to thinking that about Jean.
Eren shoots after him after Jean quickly dispatches the reanimated corpse. Like hell if he was just gunna wait and stand there while Jean did all the work. He joins him on the other side, his foot teetering on the edge. His eyes trail down the street where people have ran a mock, seeing another rouge mad man sprinting and frothing at the mouth. "...I don't think this is anything we were ever trained for..." he says ominously.
"And we're not even sure if the higher ups would even give us some answers... but you're right Jean. It's worth a shot. We can't just STAND here and do nothing!" he yells over to the other.
A Gruesome Transformation
"First Titans, now this…." Jean swallowed, but his mouth was dry. “Is humanity destined to be wiped out…?" He blinked a few times and then shook his head, trying to knock away the haze from behind his eyes.
"Eren, We need to come up with a plan of attack; we need to find higher ups, demand information. This isn’t the type of situation we can get through without knowledge."
Jean glanced back down at the living dead man, thankful for his slow, drabbling walk, giving time for the horrified crowd to run away. But then the soldier started picking up his pace, and a young woman stood frozen like Jean did only minutes ago. “Wait here."
Jean clicked fresh blades into their handles and cast his maneuver gear to a nearby building, allowing him to jump, swing, and ultimately slash the head off of the enigmatic monster, just like Eren did. “Don’t anyone touch him!" Jean shouted to the crowd. “Go back to your homes! Stay away from the sick!"
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#[ooc; I've kinda started to notice how#in every thread that I've been doing so far#Eren seems to be rescued like some damsel in distress#AHahah oh man]
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His stance falters and the determination in his eyes quickly ebbed at the sudden appearance of the blond woman now standing between him and the hoard. He hadn't even noticed how she had suddenly appeared on the scene. Her movements were swift and fast and were nothing but a blur in the corner of his eye. Eren stood there like a useless gawking fool with his fisted hands finally lowering. Her moves were unmistakable, there was only one person he could think of with that fighting style.
"Annie...?" he gasps coupled with an owlish blink as her cold blue eyes sharply glances back at him.
In any other circumstance he would have flinched under that gaze, but the next thing he knew, he was easily being grabbed by the waist and getting hauled onto the nearest roof with a sudden jerk. They land on the shingles with Eren unceremoniously being dumped on the tiles while his body rolled side ways.
Wincing before sitting up, Eren rubbed at the back of his head, stared at Annie, opened his mouth to ask a question but finds that words fail him so he follows her gaze down bellow where the reanimated corpses of soldiers and civilians alike were now desperately clawing at the side of the wall of the building where they had landed.
Eren gulps and scoots away from the edge of the roof a little. "Thanks," he finally says hesitantly. "For saving me back there."
Fight to Live
Delicate, fast steps echoed through the area as a blur of blonde and brown rushes through the streets. A silent dash of precise movements that would make even the most agile of creatures envious. That was what Annie had become. Her mind was rushing a thousand minutes; what was happening? How did this start? Where did the titans go? Were they still a threat?
But on the exterior nothing but a cool disposition was given. This might have become a crisis, but there was never a need to panic or show too much emotion on one subject. The dead may be walk and trying to kill the living, but Annie Leonhardt never loses her cool. Ever.
..Though, when she had seen the sight before her, her heart literally skipped a beat. A hoard of them were closing in on someone or something, but from her view on the roof, she couldn’t quite tell just who it was. The figure did feel familiar…she just couldn’t be too sure as to who it was. Regardless, they would be those monsters’ next meal if she didn’t do something soon enough. There was no glint of steel, or even the look of dark wood in this figure’s hands — he was practically unarmed.
"…" A deep, calming breath passed through the woman’s lips, her mind trying to fix itself into the right state. If she were to go down there, it’d be more than she bargained for to rescue, but if she didn’t, the weight of another life would be on her shoulders, and that was something she tried to abstain from as much as possible.
She didn’t have time to think, they were closing in, and if she didn’t act soon enough, he’d be lost.
With a swift clicking, she had maneuvered her gear down to him, coming just a mere foot in front of him and using the glinting steel in her hands to slice the undead’s head in half. There wasn’t nearly as much blood as she thought there would be, and as one fell, the rest advanced.
Her head turned to finally get a good look at the figure, the relief that he hadn’t been harmed internally filling her. She should have expected it’d be Eren of all people. He always did have a knack for attracting enemies. It would be impossible for either of them to get out of this alive if they fought, so Annie did what she thought best and grasped the male’s waist into her hands, quickly shooting a line and zooming onto the nearest rooftop. There wasn’t a word spoken between the two yet, as she merely set him down and stared down at the hoard. "…"
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"Mika--"
He was caught near mid sentence when he finds himself almost getting thrown off balance by the momentum of her embrace. It takes a mere second or two to recover from his initial shock; his widened jade eyes softening then squinting at the threat of tears when he feels the sting. There might even be a smile there, but Mikasa would never get to see it. Eren held onto her elbows to steady the both of them, clicking his tongue disapprovingly and cursing under his breath.
"Idiot..." he mutters softly, his breath puffing softly against her ear while his nose gets buried into the soft worn wool of her red scarf. He lets her hold him for a few more long moments... Until it gets to the point where it gets too hard to breathe. Her arms were squeezing him so tightly they were almost crushing him. There was... an urgent desperation in her hold and Eren vaguely wonders if Mikasa was even aware of her own strength.
He protests by gagging and gasping for air until she finally loosens her hold. Eren gently pulls away, holding both of her wrists then steps back at arms length. When he finally gets a good look at her he notices the wildness in her eyes, the threatening of tears, she looked unkempt and worn and her hair was slightly disheveled. "Idiot," he snaps again mixed in with a sigh, "You didn't have to do it so tightly. I'm all right. Like I said, I'm not your little brother or your child for you to worry about." he said in a scolding tone, though there was fondness mixed in with it.
Until The End, Again. || @EssendieJaeger
" They’re waiting for the second coming.
Everyone tries to hold onto their lives.
When no one’s alive. “
{ ✵ } Boots dragging against the paved ground, calloused palms held onto the handles of her blades tightly, knuckles whitening. It had been roughly twenty four hours since she last slept, since she was separated from her family. When the hoard had arrived upon them, they were forced to split up and agreed to meet up at a refugee camp within the closest district. Needless to say, she ran the opposite direction to allow Eren to reach the camp first. She refused to stop walking, she refused to drop her weapons, she refused to stop until she would see her family once again.
Her eyes remained locked to the ground, almost feeling to tired to pick up her head, until she smelt the familiar scent of burning wood near by, causing her head to quickly lift up. Seeing the metal barricade in front of her, a small smile was brought to her face, but then went back to expressionless as she begged that Eren would be there.
Upon reaching the gate, the guards checked her pulse as well as the pigmentation in her eyes as she put the blades back into their holders and straightened her posture. Being granted access, she was headed straight for the bunks, hoping that Eren would be there, considering right now she needed sleep more than anything, which she wouldn’t get unless she knew that her adoptive brother was safe.
Her footsteps stopped as she heard her name be called, silver optics widening as she quickly turned on her heels. "Eren…!"
She took a step forward which quickly turned into a bit of a sprint until she reached him. Not caring who saw, she wrapped her strong, tired extremities around the other and held him tightly.
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Our house is definitely safe--
Once I make a turn here,
our house will be there like always!
"...Mother!"
Mother... she would turn to greet us and her face would be smiling when I open the door. She'll be scolding us as to why we were out so late. She would pinch my ear and tell me not to do it again. She would have just finished cooking dinner for us. And then she'll ask Mikasa to help her wash the dishes... Father would be there too. She'll forgive me about being a brat. I wanna tell her I'm sorry...
Mother...
If this is a dream... then I don't ever want to wake up. Things would be just as they were...
But these images of comfort and warmth started to blur around the edges, staining it red like droplets of blood falling from the sky drowned by the bloodcurdling scream of his mother being devoured--
"Get up."
And like a powerful jolt, his jade eyes snap open, sucking in a sharp breath as if he's forgotten how to breathe. Eren lets out scream of shock, before panting heavily as he wakes into a bleak reality with tears streaming down his face. He was gripping onto something-- someone. And it takes a while for his eyes to focus on who was in front of him.
"Levi... heichou?" his voice was hoarse from screaming, speaking was almost painful.
He had been unconscious through most of it, never knowing who his rescuer was as his limp body was carried off like a useless ragdoll from the heart of the devouring hoard that had closed in on him. He glances at the corporal's whole frame and notices that he was covered in blood, and most of it was his.
Wings of Freedom
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#[ooc; online~#Ah... I haven't replied to anything now they're all piling up;;;#aljsdhfajjkl I shouldn't let that happen.]
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#[ooc; weeegh#how are ALL of you so quality?#(y OAO)y#Okay Annie and Mikasa's replies are in the drafts#I'm calling it a night#asdjfhjk oh man these threads are so good ;3;]
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Wings of Freedom
So... this is what the end feels like.....
His thoughts buzzed with those frail words. This is the end. It's over. He's far too tired to fight. He's lost his will. There were just too many of them to count... So many faces... so many eyes... so many mouths. And some of them he thought he had recognize. These were... the people he once knew. He laughed with them, cried with them, talked to them. They were soldiers too. But now all they were, were empty husks.
He tried to swallow what ever remorse he had and heartlessly sliced off their heads, screaming as he did so. That was the only way to put them to rest.
Though, try as he might, even as he was successful in dispatching a handful of them, Eren was cornered on all sides. His blades were spent, his gas had run out and now they started to tear at his limbs, chewing off his flesh as they all pressed closer.
It was over... His eyes finally fluttered close in resignation.
Though, like a whistle cutting through the wind, the sharp sound of blades cleanly cutting through flesh draws Eren out of his numb daze. In the slits of his eyelids he sees a green blur flying over head. The pain had stopped, their gnawing stopped and the last thing Eren was aware of were the image of pair of wings fluttering in the breeze....
"The wings... of Freedom." he manages to mutter in a hoarse voice.
Then all went black.
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#[ooc; SOB ;A;#I wish you all the luck then!#Like I said take your time#asjdhfgkajshgfjkl#No pressure!#and it's nice to meet you too Rach ;3; I'm Kennie]
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#[ooc; alkjsdhfalksdjf omg#uhm uhm uhm#hey no worries! take your time!#It doesn't have to be that long#omg I'm sorry oTL#/hugs annie-mun]
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Fight to Live
"Who taught you how to fight?"
"Who cares? Doing this is pointless."
"You mean this training?"
"The people who bother participating in this are either stupidly serious like you, or are seriously stupid. Why is it that in this World, the people who are most capable of opposing the titans are the only ones given the privilege of avoiding them entirely?"
"...Maybe its just human nature?"
Looking back on that now, he's slowly starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, the real opponents here aren't the giant monsters that had ruined his whole life before his very eyes. The monsters that should be feared had been here all along, inside these walls that were supposed to protect them.
Jade eyes snap open as another one falls to his feet in a loud squelch. Behind him, his blades had been discarded, all had been cracked and bent and rendered useless when he fell from a great height. Maybe it was good that he was 'stupidly serious' to learn all this. To fight against his fellow humans... Are they even humans anymore? He just doesn't know. Everything he's ever known has blurred into a thin line and all he can do is fight. He can't even tell which part of them is human or not. His will to survive is the only thing that keeps him going.
A hoard was closing in on him in a slow procession, their lifeless eyes stare at him as if he were a piece of meat. And all Eren could do was stand there and take them all down one by one. He gets into a fighting stance, with his fists closed and his eyes sharp and his teeth bared.
Let them come.
#snzrp annie#snzrp eren#stoic-leonhardt#[ooc; bbluggh I hope this is okay!#Let Annie come to his rescue~ =3=]
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"Wh-- o-oi!"
Before he could even protest, Eren was already getting hauled up by the taller male, and it took a seconded or two for him to get a good leverage in order to cling onto Jean while they were both lifted up to safety.
"The hell should I know?!" this was shouted right into Jean's ear, which of course wouldn't be much appreciated. "Everything's gone insane!"
Catching their breaths as they landed on the shingles, the two soldiers peer down from the edge of the high roof as chaos ensued down below. The dead man's friend who had just been devoured moments ago has now risen and has started to hunt for its human prey. Eren gulped, muttering a curse under his breath, then side glanced at Jean before speaking, "Just like what you saw... All I know is that these dead soldiers started attacking everyone in their path... after they wake up. I have no fucking idea what the hell's going on."
A Gruesome Transformation
A buzzing sound whistled through Jean’s mind as the dead man got up, watching in slow motion, rewind, and fast forward as he advanced, slowed and died again, until the point at which muffled voice took up the space between Jean’s head, clogged by confusion.
After a few nerve-wracking seconds, the voice clarified, tuning itself into something familiar. Eren. Jean twisted his head towards his comrade, but his eyes lagged, still stuck on the gross display replaying over and over in his mind. Dead man, living man, dead man, dead man; a sick game off dominoes, one after the other.
Finally his eyes whipped over to Eren, and he saw the bloody blades he was holding. “E-Eren…"
"…….." In a heartbeat, Jean grabbed Eren by the arm and shot his 3DMG to the roof, lifting them out of the screaming chaos undulating on the ground. “What the fuck is going on?!"
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