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themainframe2013-10-06 02:04 am
anequal) wrote in themainframe2013-10-06 02:04 am
action + video;
[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.
[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.
[Video]
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]
Fifteen, sir. I graduated as a member of the 104th Training Corps. Are you a member of the Legion?
[Video]
No, and, ah, you don't have to call me sir, I haven't exactly been part of the military since I was 23 ... unless consultant counts.
[Video]
Why, were you injured in combat? [Something seems off, but he keeps pressing. Did this man fight against a titan, get injured, and survive? He was probably severely injured... was it the thing on his eye?]
[Video]
Well, yes, but that wasn't why I left.
[He can tell this kid has the wrong idea, probably thinking they were from the same world.]
Look, I know this is probably a lot to swallow in one day, but I'm not from the same world as you are. How to explain this ...
[Video]
I apologize. I had a feeling, but I suppose we were both right.
You are not from within the walls, are you?
[Video]
[He's probably from about as far away as you can be.]
Sorry, but if you were looking for a familiar face, I'm not sure how much I can help with that.
[Video]
If you find anybody in a jacket similar to mine [He says, reaching a hand up to unfasten his green cloak, lowering it to show a light brown jacket with a patch on his breast pocket bearing the crest of two wings] and if they seem unaware of my call, could you tell them that I will be at the large red tower-like object?
[Video]
Garrus Vakarian, by the way.
[Video]
[He nods.]
Thank you very much. I'm sure we'll speak again while we're both here.