Fandom Attack on Titan: Tales of the 747th

[BloodThunder27]

Cast:


-Wendy Song, Portrayed by @Kawashima Thunder


-Meld Durhim, Portrayed by @SekiryuuteiDxD


-Mana Estencleire, Portrayed by @Sayuri Tokage


-Pan Bausley, Portrayed by @Cross_Rhodes


-Fermont Winter, Portrayed by @Wondertainment


-Emora Rosswell, Portrayed by @SkyFilms


-Allyna Rei Glade, Portrayed by @CrystalFalls


-S'avelli Sanosa, Portrayed by @The Doorman


-Regin Stracke, Portrayed by @LazyBasil


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[Yun]

(Shima, you devil. Sadistic Shima is scary. ;-


The sun rises slowly from behind the walls, its light barely reaching the tallest buildings of the city within. As it rises, the sky blends into a beautiful array of colors, slowly filling up the previously dark sky. The birds that sit upon the buildings and walls now awaken and flutter about, swooping down into the city as the people begin to wake. Farmers rise early to tend to crops while others too young stay asleep, wrapped up in the warmth of their blankets. The city is silent, as if still late at night, but the birds call to one another with their melodic tweeting. Their song echoes through to every house, which awakens some of those enlisted to the military, humanity's defense against the titans. Today, they are officially out of Training. To some who have joined the Military Police or The Garrison, it is an exciting day. However, to those who have chosen to join ths Survey Corps, it may be a different story all together.


Mana Estencleire, a young woman who has chosen to enlist into the Survey Corps, wakes up just as the sun reaches her bedroom window, the birds' song reaching her ears. Rather than a wake up call, it sounded more like a lullaby that would put a child to sleep, but her will remained strong as she climbed out of bed. Her long, pale colored hair was slightly messy from the tossing and turning in her sleep, but nothing too extreme. With a bit of combing, her hair flattened out. While getting ready and suiting up into her military uniform, she felt excited, anxiety, and nervousness well up inside her. After training day after day, she and many others will finally be able to be put into the real world. That thought itself was enough to make her anxious. She slipped on the light brown jacket with the emblem of the Survey Corps above where her heart would be. Just as she readied to leave her house, she saluted, her right fist upon the emblem and her left arm behind her back. The feeling made her a bit giggly. Just then, she remembered that Wendy, her childhood friend and best friend, wouldn't be joining the same branch as she. Though it saddened her, she had to accept Wendy's wishes as well. Mana, wanting to see Wendy before meeting with others enlisted in the Survey Corps, decided to visit her. While tying her hair back into a ponytail, she walked out the door and headed towards Wendy's place.


@Kawashima Thunder


(Is this good enough? ;-

 

[BloodThunder27]

Today was a new day for the 747th Training Corps. Each and every one of them have graduated from the Academy and were now going into the Military as fully fledged soldiers. Wendy Song was one of those Cadets. Despite not being top of her class, she was still one of the better cadets and in fact graduated fourth in her class. Many of her Fellow Cadets would think that she would enlist into the Survey Regiment, despite doing well enough to work in the Interior as part of the Military Police. However, she didn't want her training to go to waste, so instead she joined the Garrison. As she slipped into her Uniform, rather then being excited and all happy-go-lucky like some of her fellow Cadets, Wendy's Seriousness remained. In Training, the Corps Head Instructor actually noted her for her Aggressiveness. Although she was hesitant to tell Mana, her best friend since childhood, she had second thoughts about joining the Scouts because despite having a desire to do so, she feared that her Aggressiveness would put her fellow Soldiers in danger and didn't want to put Mana's life at risk. To finish off, she did her hair. Afterwards, she saluted. Although it saddened her that she would not be in the Scouts with Mana, she knew it was for the best. Perhaps later she would join the Scouts if she was allowed to do so, or perhaps even wait until she was handpicked by a high ranking official within the Scout Regiment. As she sat down on her bed one last time, she began remembering what her Head Instructor said about her and her fellow Cadets, word for word


Meld Durhim: Very Calm one moment, extremely angry the next. Useful in Battle, but has the potential to put his comrades at risk.


Wendy Song: Superb Combat Capability. Top of Class in Combat. Very aggressive, but has a strong sense of Justice.


Sora Knightwalker: Very Creative, has potential as an Engineer. Very fast Reaction Time.


Pan Bausley: Truly Fearless, perhaps even crazy, but more or so capable. Loose Cannon Attitude causes lack of Teamwork.


Mana Estencleire: Strong Team Player. Combat Skills are superb. Can serve as a Moral Compass for her Comrades.


Fremont Winter: A klutz at heart, but efficient in Combat. Able to help his Comrades escape the wrath of a Titan.


Emora Rosswell: Lacks Vision, but makes up for it with Photographic Capability and Enhanced Senses. Admirable Reaction Time.


Allyna Rei Glade: Talks with her Blades and Agility, but lack of Teamwork will put comrades at risk.


S'avelli Sanosa: Very Quick on his Feet and Strong with his Arms. Combat Capability is indeed very strong.


Regin Stracke: Great Team Player. Although playful, serious when he needs to be.

 

[SkyFilms]

The rising sun and it's warm soft hues of gold and reds shined through the window despite the thin layer of dust which coated it's used to be clean surface. The delicate heat which danced on the twenty two year olds cheek was all it took to awake the light sleeper and make his sightless eyes flutter open uselessly although they would only be met with the same darkness as before. His foggy mind made it difficult for him to process his current situation and when he recognized the rising suns rays on his face at first he became panicked, fearing that he had somehow gone without being awoken for training. Emoras ice blue eyes widening with fright as his nimble fingers tugged the wool blanket atop him off, prepared to step one of his feet down he leaned forward to press his weight onto the limb. But in his frantic mind set he had gone without knowing his foot was caught within the depths of his thick blanket causing him to rather then coolly get off the bed, fall forward onto the hardwood before him a thud followed by a long awkward creak which sang afterwards. When no yelling from outside the window met his ears yesturdays events replayed in his mind and brought him to his senses and calming him down with a sigh as he brushed his long hair back over his shoulders.


"Oh good, good, good, good...." Emora breathed out gratefully as he pressed his soft palms against the ground and pushed himself back onto the soles of his feet before stepping towards where he had set his a new uniform. His fingers trailed the carefully sown design which covered the left side of the fabricated coat, the reality of his situation setting upon his shoulders as he did so. It made him wonder if his two old friends had succeeded as well, or if they had even tried in that matter. Gradually with much more thought the strawberry blonde pulled on the new attire, knowing each inner working and position of the straps and buttons after much past practice. When he felt he had completed the risky task of dressing himself without someone to tell him he had done it correctly he combed out his long length of hair the tips of it swaying with each of his movements in the middle of his back before he tugged it back into a loose bun and strolling out of his quarters and into the town.


What he was wearing what like the training attire, but completely different as though the single symbol of the Survey corps brought on a presence that made it entirely different from the others. A deadly and adventurous one.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

Meld strapped on his uniform and sighed, he should have been happy, or excited at the very least, but he felt nothing too special about the moment, perhaps just a little tingle of satisfaction. However, his heart did swell with joy when he glanced at his blades and his 3D Maneuver Gear. He'd use that much much more now that he was in the Survey Corps.


The man stretched as he walked over to retrieve his gear, thinking as he put it on. It no longer felt like some sort of nuisance like it had some time ago, it felt more like an extension of Meld himself. A friend, of sorts, one you could usually trust to keep you alive, until you ran out of gas, at least. Meld smiled at the thought and finished clothing himself, quickly doing his hair without much thought.


Meld exited his quarters with a sigh of accomplishment, followed by a slight smirk. He'd then begin walking out, until the intensely bright sun battered against his eyes, and the great view of buildings and people came to his eyes, followed by the sight of Emora in the corner of his vision, an interesting comrade.


He smiled, for the first time in a while, and looked around. Meld was finally going to be able to do his part, to protect, to kill, to save... But deep inside he truly had the sick feeling that his anger would get the better of him, and that he'd put his fellow Corpsmen at risk.


Meld shook off the feeling and focused on the most important subject to him, he would be a Titan-Hunter, a wolf in a large pack. The thought excited him greatly.


"A hunter...", he muttered as he looked down at his hands, extended slightly outwards. He balled his hands into fists, and he felt truly alive.

 

[Field Marshall]

Sora was wide awake and actually performing maintenance on his gear. He said "I'm in the Scouts as of today. I won't have to bear this primitive gear much longer. All I have to do is get to my house and this flawed device will be history. A comforting thought but until then I'll have to make the best of this garbage." He now reassembled his gear and straped it on to his belt.


He stood and tested it. "Good gas comes out better than it did before. With that adjustments I should get a little more out of each propulsion." He then drew two blades and faced a vertical standing log. He said "I'm gonna get those titans like, cha... chacha." The log fell apart into three pieces and Sora cut through it with ease. He sheathed his blade and made his way outside. The sunlight was too mucn at first but he shielded his eyes until they dilated.


"Wonder when we're suppose to report for duty? Can't wait to get myself one of those mantles with the Wings of Freedom. The MP should be jealous of the awesome uniforms of the Scouts. "The minimal difference in uniform between Garrison and MP just goes to show how different they are from each other which is not in a lot of ways. Only the MP serve the rich who hides themselves in the interior. The merchant companies these days also piss me off.Right get back on track have to reporr for duty bur where?"Sora exclaimed.

 

[CrystalFalls]

Allyna stared outside her window and watched as the sun rose, turning the sky into a magnificent orange. She turned and walked back as she glanced at the antique clock on the wall, seeing that it was time. Changing into the familiar outfit, with the difference of the Military Police insignia on the back. She would've joined the Scouting Legion or Garrison, but she just couldn't do that to mother; her mother had already lost one son to the world outside, and Allyna didn't think she would be able to stand her only child left venturing into the world outside, a world full of danger.


She felt the familiar weight of the 3D Maneuver Gear weighing her sides. She'd applied for a special license to be able to use the gear, and it had been granted on the fact that she was spectacular with any bladed weapon. She was still required to carry the rifle with her though, even if she couldn't shoot the side of a barn from 10 meters away. She brushed her short hair until it lay flat on her head, the two long bangs in the front curling slightly at the ends. Walking quietly down the stairs to the dining room, she grabbed an apple and piece of nutty bread from the pantry. Clenching onto the piece of bread with her teeth, she tucked the apple in a pocket and started pulling on her boots, tying the straps securely.


Walking outside and closing the door behind her, she blinked as she stared at the glorious dawn. She would see many more like this one, as the Military Police would stay inside the safety of Wall Sina, or be sent to Mitras. Walking to the town square, she sat down next to the fountain depicting the Goddess Sina, watching as people began to rise around her. Quickly finishing her meal, she stood up and began to wander the streets, at least until the time when they were supposed to gather.

 

[LazyBasil]

It was bright. It was sunny. The birds were caroling their morning greetings. The farm animals were beginning to grumble their morning complaints. The sound of the neighbors clanging in the kitchen permeated the air.


This only meant one thing.


Morning.


"Ugh. Nooooooo," mourned the low crackly voice of one Regin Stracke as he rolled over and pulled his pillow over his head, "Go awaayyyy."


And yet, despite his protests, the morning refused to leave. It seemed as if it were here until noon, as per schedule.


"Ughhhhhh," he groaned even louder, then flipped himself back over. He supposed he had to get up sooner than later anyways, given his status as military. Officially Survey Corps now, to boot. Gah. Too early for enthusiasm.


He hissed as his toes greeted cold stone flooring, "Hhhhshhh. I need a rug, ugh," he rumbled, staggering to his feet to grab his new uniform and begin the morning routine.


Shirt. Pants. Belt apparatus. Jacket. Mirror. Toothbrush. Comb. Smile. "What a handsome man." Wink. Good.


Time to greet the world, he supposed, and began the trudge to the cafeteria.

 

[Cross]

Dressed in full uniform, Pan slummed against the bench outside. Her limbs were drooped and her expression void. The dry scent of smoke floated from the room on her right. Her senior offices playing cards, and by the steady increase in their rebel-rousing, getting drunk as well. She tilted her head sideways so her neck popped and then did the same for the other side. Pan's willowy fingers skimmed the edge of her hip where her bulwarks were a few days ago. The hand dropped and she used it to prop her chin instead.


After a moment of indecision, Pan broke from the table. It was getting boring sitting alone. She strode past all the other fresh recruits--past the boy who attempted to make small talk--and headed into the dining hall. Give it to the MP, at least they didn't make their squads consume mush for breakfast. Where they got the money to afford decent food was debatable though.


Pan paused in her stride to pluck a blueberry muffin from the selection. A quick sniff of it made her grin menacingly. Good tasting food had been a rare treat back home. She stuffed half of it in her mouth and choked. The situation resolved itself, her beating her chest. Pan finished it and grabbed another.


A cherry-haired girl turned to gawk at her. A look of concern or fright in her wide eyes. Pan narrowed her gaze until she paled and returned to speaking with the group around her.


Squaring her shoulders, Pan wiped off any crumb residue on her wrist. Her dark gaze roamed the hallways in search of a familiar face. A certain specific person she knew for a fact had chosen the MP like she had. Allyna, Pan thought with darting eyes. Where was her friend? Obviously not here. Pan popped her knuckles absentmindedly and went to search elsewhere.

 

[The Doorman]

"Fuck."


The first word of one S'avelli Sanosa as he awoke on the wooden panels, well, on his way to the ground, anyways, a loud thud sounded and he found himself to be absolutely, undeniably late for breakfast and though he was starving like a beakless seagull he was thankful for his late awakening. Yes, this man was a fresh member of the Scouting Legion and had only recently seen those wonderful 'big-ass trees' he'd been told of by his 'peers' and the men he'd refused to team up with in the Military Police Brigade, partially due to his now fading curiosity, mostly due to them being a barrelful of cynical apes that couldn't seem to tell their asses from their faces... Well, neither could Sanosa, but for a very different reason, such a different animal as a pig and a porpoise, though both were near extinction due to their inability to move their dirty faces for one second to see that they were about to get torn in half by some larger force.


"Well, guess it's back to talking to sarcastic assholes..." Another day with those three guys, Brently, Brauwer, and Gendo, the three people who's faces he wished would never see the light of day once they hid their heads up in their asses, but of course, they always found a way to re-enter Sanosa's life and irritate the shit out of every living thing they came across.


"Ugh..." The brunette man rumbled, having woken up on what was quite literally the wrong side of the bed, the side being the floor, he had a sore head, a sore back, and a twitch in his right eyebrow that wouldn't go away, leaving him a bit grouchy to start his day. "Eh... Why do people wear pants?" He groaned as he wandered into another room, only to get dressed, though, which may or may not have been obvious to him or anyone with any interest in his actions. The young man curled his fingers around an off-white shirt, looking in his mirror to find himself with a rather grim expression hanging on his lips and sighed, pulling the shirt over his head and dressing in his usual uniform attire, the complex 3DMG, pants, belt, socks, boo-


Where the hell were his boots.


It was then that he heard a snickering in the distance, "DAMMIT BRAUWER!!!" Sanosa roared, chasing the man who was, surprisingly, a year his 'superior' and running off with boots in hand. "EVERY day, though YOU KNOW I'M GOING TO CATCH YOU, DAMMIT! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES WITH A SPOON!" He threatened, and as he'd predicted he caught up with the man and wrestled him to the ground, pinning one arm behind his back, "Now this, this is funny." He chuckled as Brauwer cried uncle beneath his weight, "Fine, but next time I will be chasing you with a piece of rounded silver, so help me god!" The man laughed and stood, though thoughts of this scout and his two friends were harsh they weren't bad people, they just had no clue when to stop with dead jokes. He watched the guy run off and returned inside to pull his boots over his feet and looked in the mirror with a single run of his fingers through his oddly soft hair, which simply sprang back up in it's usual position, not much to his dismay, it was his natural look.


Now that he'd dealt with that he was ready for 'work', if you could call it that, and with a swift move he had his green cloak tucked into the side of his belt and was ready for anything, as far as he knew, this would be another day of nothingness, and then perhaps an encounter with the smiling titan who'd been so evasive once the maneuver gear's blades were aimed at it.


"Alrighty, time for morning bullshit and... Things?" As he didn't quite know he found himself questioning his own word as he left the room, heading out into the street to meet with the other people from his branch and the other branches he had yet to see after recruitment. "Enter Sanosa..." He said, cracking his fingers.

 

[Wondertainment]

The first thought that Fremont Winter processed was that his eyelids were heavier than anvils.


Seemed, seemed heavier. With some effort, he managed to drop off his bunk and squirm the strewn pieces of his uniform remotely towards him. He managed to wriggle into his shirt, but had to get up to put his pants on. Like a tree about to fall over, he swayed into a position that could barely be classified as standing, and blindly squeezed his legs through his trousers. After exhaling deeply, he managed to button his pants and bent down with some difficulty to pick up his jacket. He slung it on and rubbed his eyes. It's far too early in the morning for this, Fremont thought to himself. The sun's not even up yet.





Fremont looked at the window. There was actually a slice of light nudging the curtains open. The curtains.


Fremont flung the curtains open and felt his eyes ache at the sudden brightness.


"Oh dear."


Fremont slammed into the door, traveling as fast as one could while putting on boots at the same time. His wobbly hops grew less and less balanced. Eventually, Fremont had to catch himself on his foot, running at an unstable angle. Sprinting at unhealthy speeds, he ran into the building to get his 3DMG, crashing into someone in the process.


Fremont stumbled to his feet and immediately made a right angle with his body, bowing firmly. "My apologies, sir, I didn't see-"





Standing in front of Fremont was a furious-looking man (@Raggamuffinz). He had killed before, clearly. He glared like he was shooting swords from his eyes at Fremont, who couldn't help but think, Thank God they're pointed at Titan necks.





He'd heard of this look before.


Fremont tentatively stuck out his hand. "Sorry I bumped into you, sir. You... Are you Meld Durhim?"

 

[Raggamuffinz]

@Wondertainment


Meld was taking out of his train of thought, the bullet train suddenly went to a violent halt. He re-entered reality and looked around, to spot Fremont. Suddenly the pain surfaced as Meld regained his sense of self-awareness, and he bit his lower lip a little as he already could tell a bruise was going to form on his right shoulder.


"My apologies, sir, I didn't see-", the man would say, Meld began to recognize him as he nodded his head, he'd seen him before, they were both trainees, however Meld wasn't too socialable during that time, mostly just one of the subjects of rumors. "Sorry I bumped into you, sir. You... Are you Meld Durhim?"


"Yeah...", Meld would say as he returned to a normal posture, his face rather emotionless. Meld was known to be rather intimidating, and it seemed that his cold dead gaze really supported that quality of him, however a few incidents in the Trainee Camps would prove him to be a good thinker, actor, leader, and quite kind and caring.


But Meld didn't seem like he was in that mood, and he was examining Fremont, scanning him, searching for any weaknesses or anything unusual, which was a habit of his. (Most people knew this by now)

 

[Yun]

With her pale hair tied back and her uniform fitted on perfectly, Mana walked to Wendy's house. Ever since Training to be in the Military, she hadn't been over to her house as often anymore. The thought of not being able to spend as much time with her anymore saddened Mana, especially since there may be a day soon when she doesn't return from a mission. Such thoughts only made her gloomy, much in contrast with her usually happy self. With a small, yet firm slap on the face, Mana washed those the negativity away. Today was supposed to be a happy day, or atleast one that didn't call for sadness. She gripped the chain necklace that held her parent's wedding rings and her brothers' pictures. The simple memento served as her strength whenever she felt like giving up and so far, it's been working.


Soon, Mana reached Wendy's house. It was incredibly familiar to her, much like a second house. She knocked her knuckles against the door before waiting for her to answer. While waiting, she fixed her hair a bit more, which reached her lower back while tied up and her mid-thighs normally. Since she was now in the Survey Corps, Mana thought about cutting her hair. Long hair like hers could prove to be dangerous around Titans who could grab it. That would be a terrible way to die. With that in mind, she made it a must to cut her hair soon.

 

[BloodThunder27]

[QUOTE="Sayuri Tokage]With her pale hair tied back and her uniform fitted on perfectly, Mana walked to Wendy's house. Ever since Training to be in the Military, she hadn't been over to her house as often anymore. The thought of not being able to spend as much time with her anymore saddened Mana, especially since there may be a day soon when she doesn't return from a mission. Such thoughts only made her gloomy, much in contrast with her usually happy self. With a small, yet firm slap on the face, Mana washed those the negativity away. Today was supposed to be a happy day, or atleast one that didn't call for sadness. She gripped the chain necklace that held her parent's wedding rings and her brothers' pictures. The simple memento served as her strength whenever she felt like giving up and so far, it's been working.
Soon, Mana reached Wendy's house. It was incredibly familiar to her, much like a second house. She knocked her knuckles against the door before waiting for her to answer. While waiting, she fixed her hair a bit more, which reached her lower back while tied up and her mid-thighs normally. Since she was now in the Survey Corps, Mana thought about cutting her hair. Long hair like hers could prove to be dangerous around Titans who could grab it. That would be a terrible way to die. With that in mind, she made it a must to cut her hair soon.

[/QUOTE]
After hearing the knock on the door, Wendy decided to go answer it. It was probably their Head Instructor when they were Cadets. The one to greet her was Mana, her best friend since childhood. "Oh, Mana. Good to see you before you go!" Wendy was well aware that Mana was going to go into the Scout Regiment and was going to miss her deeply, as she was going to be serving on the Garrison without her best friend. However, if all goes well, she may be even handpicked Scout Regiment. "I'm gonna miss you!" she gave Mana a hug.

 

[Yun]

"Wendy ! It's nice to see you too ! You look great, as always," Mana said, returning the hug tightly. In a way, she felt like this was good-bye forever, which didn't exactly appeal to her. "Don't make it sound like I'm leaving forever. Even if we're part of different Regiments, we'll still be best friends," she said with a bright smile, releasing Wendy and taking a good look at her. She felt a rush of nostalgia hit her as she remembered when they were just little kids. Now, they were adults and joining the Military. Just thinking about back then and now made her smile.


@Kawashima Thunder

 

[Field Marshall]

Sora got finally remembered where the meeting place is or at least where he wrote it down. He took off his shoe and shook it until a small piece of paper came out. He placed his shoe back on quickly and read the small white piece of paper. It said "Hermina Gates". Sora discarded the paper and began walking to the stables to get a horse.


On his way he couldn't help but look at those getting there gear from the storage building. They were so late compared to him that he chuckled a bit. Then out the corner of his eye he spotted Meld another top 10 like himself. He knew Meld could probably go for squad leader one of these days. If Meld became a squad leader before 3 missions are up the jokes would be endless. Meld despite his name can't really "meld with the crowd"(pun) and not stick out skill wise but then again that's how all good soldiers are. Sora decided to walk in and go talk to Meld.


He walked up to Meld and said "Hey yah there Future Squad Leader Meld! Bet your excited to join the Scouts and help humanity by killing the monsters the MP run from hahahaha! I know I am. To kick titan ass on their own turf and claim lost territory and beyond. It empowers me. Does it empower you?"


(@Raggamuffinz @Wondertainment )

 

[CrystalFalls]

Allyna stopped in the marketplace, sitting on a bench with her back to the wall as she watched people walk by. The scene was familiar; how many times had she, Pan, and Emora sat in the same place as children, and wander the market staring at sweets and toys in the windows. She remembered the bakery from where she had gotten meat loafs and buns when she was little, the nice lady always bribing her since she was the supplier's daughter.


Standing up from her place on the bench, she walked over to the little bakery, the bell on the door jingling as she pushed it open. The same lady was still there, but she looked older, and there was a young girl helping her around the shop. Perhaps a daughter or a niece, with their similar looks. She walked past the section of sweets, arriving at the same place where they had stood at as children, this time staring down at the display instead. Nodding slightly at the lady who wrapped up her usual order of three, she deposited the required amount on the counter. She walked out, the faint jingling of bells closing behind them as the door closed.


@Cross_Rhodes. @SkyFilms

 

[SkyFilms]

(@CrystalFalls )


Though he was meant to leave towards the base Emora felt a soft tug that brought him in the direction of the familiar market. His feet stepping a crossed the cobblestone with a slight click of his boots heels as he imagined his surroundings and made out certain conversations. Their was a sudden change in ground level and suddenly he knew exactly where he was and his pace quickened with confidence as he hurried forward with hidden cheer.


Though his eyes where useless his memories of the towns bustling market where still vivid within his mind and he mentally aged it and tried to imagine each person surrounding him. Few women running down the road in a hurry after their troublesome children as men tried to sell and con different civilians.


Emora ran his fingers through the thick mess which was his bangs before letting his hand fall to his side and pat the fair amount of money in his pocket. He'd be capable of buying a newly baked piece of bread and more with this, supplies he may need in the near or far future. For a moment the boy found the tips of his fingers hovering over the tops of his still evident burns subconsciously, the rugged bumps which sprinkled the surface of his freckle coated cheeks. The memory of the word spouting man and the hot coals incident sent a chill down the males spine and made Emora to out of it to hear the quiet chime in front of him before he bumped into someone of a smaller form.


"I'm sorry!"

 

[Raggamuffinz]

"Sure thing..", Meld would answer calmly after he had answered Fremont, flashing a tiny smirk as he called him a future Squad Leader. Meld's eyes darted around at Sora as he examined the fellow Graduate who had approached, and in a second he was already done analyzing the man.


Meld had a curious look to him, there were rumors ever since the beginning of training that he was from Shiganshina, but it had been confirmed later with a quick nod after the third day of training. Most of the Trainees would consider that Meld's antisocial trait originated because of the breach in the Wall, and they would also consider that the tragedy was what provided him strength.


Meld had only gotten extremely angry once in his Training, but in doing so he injured three other Trainees, yet also got his first Titan Kill. This was when a crawling titan was spotted after it had somehow made it's way over the Wall, most assuming it used it's other titans as a boost of sorts.


His anger controlled him, and he had forcefully pushed and attacked the three who tried to stop him, and took out the Crawler with the help of the Trainee Instructor, who sliced it's eyes before it could make a potential death jump at Meld.


This anger somewhat danced in his eyes as his comrade mentioned the titans, however it quickly extinguished, clearly answering a yes to Sora's question. Now his calm and orderly side came, the one that made him such a potential leader.


(@SekiryuuteiDxD)

 

[Wondertainment]

Fremont watched as Durhim unsettlingly scanned him. Fremont had heard that Durhim had a habit of doing this. He sniffed and lowered his hand. Based on the rumors, it wasn't surprising that Durhim wasn't going to be too friendly.


Suddenly, a pink-haired man snuck behind Fremont and clapped him and Meld on the shoulders. The strange man was babbling something about empowerment.


Fremont vaguely remembered something about a pink-haired man. Sora? Yes. Sora Knightwalker. He smiled and saluted Knightwalker.


"Good morning, Private Knightwalker," he firmly said. "It's an honor to meet both you and Private Durhim. My name is Fremont Winter. Um... yeah."


Fremont spotted his gear and slung it over his chest, strapping the sheathes to himself as he spoke.


"So. We're setting off today, eh?"

 

[LazyBasil]

Stretching his hands over his head and cracking his neck, Regin exited the cafeteria and headed out into the street.


"Ugh, man. What is a morning without over cooked eggs and burnt toast?" He mused aloud. He honestly couldn't bring to mind a single morning since he had joined the military where his breakfast had not been poorly maintained. Like seriously. Not a single one. It was gross as fuck.


Okay, so where did he have to go today? The gates of Hermina? Um... That was left of here, right? Ugh, where was a map when you needed one.


Oh my god, wait. On the other side of the street, was that S'avelli (@The Doorman)? Regin would've bet everything he owned that man knew where to go.


"Oi! Tall, dark and tattooed!" Regin shouted as he pushed his way across the street to greet the other, noting the somewhat sour expression. Maybe it was the roomies again? Yeah, probably. It usually was.


"You look pretty tired, my man. What's up? Too busy planning the imminent destruction of the trio to sleep?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning when he finally reached S'avelli's side.

 

[The Doorman]

S'avelli muttered something crude under his heated breath, those three were going to be Titan bait some day and he wouldn't be there to save them, no, he'd teach that fucking beast some manners, show it how to use a pitchfork to pick the sons of bitches up and a shovel to sip on his douche bag soup, maybe brew a nice tea, or coffee, or some shit.


The man was going to turn around and give the three a piece of his mind when he heard a voice in the distance, a particularly familiar voice he wasn't sure he was glad to hear. "Eh, what do you want? Are you lost? Again?" The man put a hand on his hip, well, his gear, anyways. "Regin, they're going to send you out with me if you don't get it together, and we both know how that'd turn out." He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Tch... Idiot." And this idiot was Sanosa's closest friend, what luck!!! Though he honestly did think of him as a friend, the man was terrible with directions unless they were in plain view on a map.


"What? Tired? If you ask me, you look a little hyped up... D'ya gotta take a piss or something? Geez, calm down." He spoke in his mellowed tone, though irritation hung in his voice and his eyebrow continued to twitch without taking a moment to keep from becoming the world's strongest muscle, hell, soon he'd be able to tango with just the muscles in his face. "Though I've been doing that too... I'm gonna teach them for taking my shit in the mornings." He rubbed his hands together with a mildly evil laugh before he turned back to Regin, "But really, what're you trying to find this time... Which region, Regin?" He made an unintentional pun, crossing his arms and looking at the man with an eyebrow raised though his expression had eased, he didn't look quite as pissed, but his annoyance lingered as long as those three were avoiding being lunch.


(@LazyBasil pff, I'm just trying to imagine their voices and mai god.)

 

[CrystalFalls]

Allyna froze. A flicker of emotion, perhaps surprise, flickered across her face for the barest second, before it disappeared underneath the mask. She barely dared to breathe as she tilted her head up to stare at the person who'd walked into her. No matter how changed, that face will always be embedded in her memory, just like the memory of her brother. She felt the world almost slow around her as the memories revisited her.


An older boy and girl dragging a small girl through the streets, giggling as they ran through the crowd of traders.


Three children barging into a bakery, prim fancy coats and dresses all muddied and battered, and an old lady handing a few buns to them with a warm smile.





"Emora?" Allyna whispered lightly, staring up at a face she hasn't seen in ten years. It wasn't a question as much as it was a statement, as she would know the person in front of her even if he turned to ash.


@SkyFilms @Cross_Rhodes

 

[LazyBasil]

Regin paused to examine S'avelli further. Was his eyebrow... twitching? Dang, boy. Someone had an eventful morning.


"Let me guess. You didn't get up early enough to consume your daily dose of scorched breakfast foods?" Regin pondered, then lightly touched his own eyebrow, "You've got a bit of a twitch there, dumbass."


His grin grew to almost painful proportions and chuckled at his friend misfortune. These were the days he was glad that all of his roommates ended up dropping out of the military.


"Anyways!" he interrupted before S'avelli could say a word in his own defense, "All of us Green Cloaks have to head over to the gates. Any clue of the direction?" He asked, his smile toned down just enough for him to seem at least remotely serious about getting there on time.


(( @The Doorman. Goodness, I need to remember this tagging thing. ))

 

[SkyFilms]

When rather then hearing the cruel yelling tone of perhaps a well sized women or a tiny oddly feminine figured man Emora felt his nerves lessen their impact on him but it seemed as the seconds seemed to grow in length it gradually crept back up to him like a beast sneaking up to its prey.


Was there even a person there? Had they left right after his apology when his thoughts where to occupied to keep track of their location?


No.


Such theories seemed impossible as the soft breaths of an individual still filled the air, when he was about to rudely leave finding it would calm him uncomfortable stance a voice piped up through the darkness. And suddenly all who passed by, the rustling of each persons clothes or the click of their shoes on the rocks diminished into nothing except for his name that fell through his mind repetitively with the same tone.


It matched the slightly stoic voice from his past, except new experiences and the passing years had aged it to the voice of what just met his ears. And when he was certain it was who he considered to be his younger sisters voice he rose a cautious hand and brought it forward until his nimble finger tips where fumbling with the edges of the girls hair. A simple gesture he would do when they where children when he was bored, or when he wanted to comfort the girl without the use of his words.


"My princes," Emoras voice came out in a whisper unable to control the crack that broke into the nickname either. For before him was the once shining star that built up his past as well as Pan and just like when they where children his now crystal blue eyes glistened.


(@CrystalFalls )