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[action;]
[There's a young, blond haired boy sitting at a bench outside of the small (although it's extremely large to him) Tokyo Tower with a blue dog beside him. The Gaomon refuses to stand still, punching and kicking and jumping around, even as Armin sits as still as he can. He's silent, staring at the ground as a million thoughts run through his head (why him? what is this place? he got the explanation but it just brought more questions. was he the only one here? how would he survive here, he's never known anything outside of the walls that wasn't out to eat people.) He sits there for almost an hour until he finally gets to his feet, taking a deep breath and clenching his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. He's got to figure this out. He begins to walk, the Gaomon pausing its training to follow him as he begins to look for anybody he would be able to talk to.

And that person is you! Clad in a dark green cloak with the crest of a pair of wings embroidered into the back, Armin's expression is both serious and nervous, and he manages to stay calm as he walks up to you, raising his arm to show his D-Terminal.]

Excuse me-- I just arrived here a short while ago, and I'm afraid that I'm having trouble figuring out how this works. If you're familiar with how it works, would it be all right if I asked you to show me? As well as... a few tips on how to get by around here, if it's not too much trouble.

[video;]
[The video is later in the day, hours after Armin left the Tokyo Tower and learned some locations in Terminal Tokyo and found his way to the newcomers' apartment. He hasn't entered his room yet, but instead seems to be standing in one of the corridors, holding his device to show his face on the camera.]

... This is Armin Arlert of the Scouting Legion.

I've arrived at the housing prepared for newcomers to this world. If there is anybody from the Scouting Legion, Garrison, or Military Police -- or anybody who recognizes those names, I would like to request correspondence.

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[codes]

[ Oh Armin. Poor, poor Armin. On one hand, he's made an excellent choice in asking someone to teach them about the D-Terminal. If there's anyone who's adept at it, it's her.

On the other hand, she's a devious individual who has too much fun picking on the new guys. ]

Sure, why not. It isn't as if I have anything else better to do with my time. [ Is she serious? Who knows with that tone laced with sarcasm and friendliness all at once? ] Didn't your Digimon partner teach you anything or they just as clueless?

[video]

[titansnack]

[Eren's response isn't instantaneous. He's been waiting for someone to show up, desperately hoping it would be Armin, or Mikasa. (Hell, he'd even be happy to see Jean. He was just...so lonely, even though he would never, ever admit it.)

But despite him spending so much time hoping for his friends to show up, and despite him actively scouring the city every other day, he didn't ever think to look on the network for their faces. Then again, he couldn't even operate the damn D-Terminal. It had been his Tentomon who had been watching the various network posts, and once he heard Armin's voice through the speakers he had almost tackled the lady bug over as he reached for it.

And that's the sight that greets Armin as soon as the video starts - Eren half covering his Tentomon who's still holding onto the D-Terminal, leaning forward as close as he can get without crushing the digimon too badly.]

Armin! You're finally here!

action;

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack was just out, getting some groceries as per the usual start of the week. He'd heard about the new influx of newcomers, deciding that the pamphlet that he and Terra made would suffice for this go around.

No effort needed, right?

His Sheepmon walks along next to him, carrying the groceries in her mouth as the boy runs up to him, holding the D-Terminal in his hand. At first, Wheeljack can't help but look around, as if the kid had mistaken him for someone he apparently knew. But realizing that this...was just a stranger, he gives a slight shrug.]

Not today, alright?

[The Sheepmon nudges him in the back, giving him a glare.]

Crest of Friendship.

[There's a two second stare-off, before Wheeljack leans over the D-Terminal presented to him, bringing up the screen. The Sheepmon, however, has now focused on Armin himself, giving a little giggle.]

Your head looks like a coconut.

Video

[bigsoftie]

[OH WAIT he heard that name before. It was that kid who kept biting himself and just had an angry look in general (kind of like himself.). The former mutant nodded his head slowly at the question. He's supposed to answer this, right?]

Do you know a human with black hair?

[Video]

[calibrates_big_guns]

[He's greeted by a concerned and intrigued looking Garrus

Scouting Legion?

[Sounds like a recon outfit, but that can't be right. Even in a culture where teens serve compulsory military service, those are the units for hardened veterans.]

How old are you?

video;

[fuckinstoplights]

[S'up Armin. There's a scraggly-looking young man in an eyepatch sitting in a hallway, watching the video.]

Police?

You're looking for the police?

Action

[individuates]

[blinking at the thrust-out D-terminal, steadying the Lopmon he has perched precariously on his head before smiling] ...well, sure. It doesn't work that differently to a cell phone, you know? You just have to keep pressing buttons until you find the function you want!

[...those sure are nerves written all over your face, aren't they?] Let me hazard a guess here. You just arrived?