(There's no avoiding any of this, no matter how hard Mikasa tries. There are greater concerns on her mind, but if she's going to be stuck here, then at least she can volunteer as security in case something goes wrong. No sign of titans, thankfully; no one here needs those following her to this planet. She'll be distant, arms folded and blades sheathed at her side, but mostly quiet. Try as she might to keep herself in isolation, it won't last for long.
The music blasting from the performance is...cheerful. Moreso than what she's used to. People on the street are dancing to it, enjoying it and each other. If nothing else, it was a welcome change to the despair of fearing titans and pastors on the street preaching about the end of days. It was peaceful, something she could enjoy. She catches herself swaying to the rhythm of the music a few times and stops herself, but the opportunity to unwind is hard to ignore.
Same for the need to eat. Octopus is new to her; last she checked, the ocean was pretty much a myth and anything beyond your standard fish was pretty unknown. Still, it wasn't bad. Odd, for sure, especially with all of the tentacles everywhere. The chocolate fondue fountain is...interesting to look at. And also completely new to her! Can you blame her for wanting to try it? Or how trying it seems to draw her attention to your character?)
Here. Let me escort you...
Day 2 – B
(The idea was to get people to safety, not be someone who needed to be saved! In her haste, Mikasa finds herself too exposed to the pollen and, by severing a vine aimed for someone else, finds herself cutting through a flower and being struck with that pollen. It doesn't get in her eyes directly, though they do turn white in response. The people targeted escape safely, but before the soldier can leave, she falls to her knees, keeping herself steady with her swords planted into the ground with a shaky grip. She tries to force herself back up, but finds herself breathless and tired. It's hard to move, but she has to keep going...
...She could use a little help here.)
Day 3 - ⚔
(Now this she can do. Day 3 goes a lot better for her, now that she's experienced what the plant can do firsthand. Grappling hooks jut out towards the side of a building and the sound of zipping can be heard, along with a ferocious slash that completely severs a tentacle. Through her maneuvering gear, Mikasa can be seen roaming through the city with remarkable agility, swinging between buildings and cutting down bits of the plant with acute precision.
Another clean cut leaks sap out of the tentacle as it flops to the ground, giving her a moment to touch back onto the ground and firmly shake the substance off of her blades.)
It was no accident that my gear came with me, was it...?
I suppose a lot of this is special to me in return; everything here seems more advanced than anything back home. Unless they have titans to exterminate, I don't what they would need me for.
Yes. Deformed human-like creatures that can vary from 3 meters to even 60 in height. They draw power from the sun and solely exist to eat people. No one knows why. What we do know is how to kill them: a deep enough slash across the nape of their neck will kill them in one pass. They regenerate too quickly otherwise.
Fortunately, I haven't found a trace of them here.
I'm thinking about it. Something tells me my stay here won't be brief and the more I work with familiar aspects from home, the easier it'll be to adjust. However, my main reason for joining up before is...not exactly here.
(Eren...You wanted so badly to fight off the titans, so badly to fight. You said it yourself: you can't win if you don't fight. Would she best honor those words by joining the Moon Knights...?)
(It takes Mikasa a moment to process that. A glance in Velvet's direction is soon replaced by the wide-eyed, red faced look of clarity. Somehow, she hadn't even processed the tentacle motif as anything phallic; why would her mind go in that direction anyway?)
[ Look, she hasn't exactly researched the lore extensively – and she probably won't, to be honest. Mikasa's flustered look is quite a contrast compared to how she was presenting herself just a few seconds ago, and Velvet holds back a grin. ]
It's not the type of cultural attitude I'm used to, either. Discipline and sacrifice were a lot more popular where I came from.
(Fortunately, that's a more comfortable subject than thinking about how many phalluses she walked past in the past few hours and how lewd any of them are meant to be.)
[ No kidding. Still, Velvet takes a a few seconds to consider how to reply. It's complicated, one could say. ]
I mean the entire ruling power, although you're not completely wrong. They did use their military to strong-arm most of the populace to behave in a way they thought was proper.
(Now there's a familiar subject to Mikasa: people abusing their power and those around them to get what they want. She's not surprised to hear that mankind's potential for evil exists in other worlds.)
The military I'm part of is meant to protect people when they're not too busy destroying themselves. I can't help feeling uneasy around so many smiling faces.
(Makes it all the easier to approach people and stab them in the back. At least Velvet seems like someone Mikasa wants to know thanks to the chocolate too grounded for something so saccharine.)
[ In Velvet's view, that's more than respectable. She could think of a plethora of worse reasons to become a soldier, and the contradiction hardly even registers – perhaps because it resonates closely with her own priorities. ]
You know, I could use someone serious to train with while I'm here. What's your name?
(It's sad to think they would have that much in common, as well. One thing Mikasa wouldn't wish on other worlds? Titans. They're more than a handful in one world...)
Pressurized gas. It's little more than a sheath for my blades without it.
(Nothing too complicated, really, but she's assuming this'll be all she has for a good while.)
Even these feel outclassed compared to what this world offers. Your mask and your rifle seem far more in-line with what they provide.
[Unless this society as a whole has moved on from things like that. He doubts it--at the very least, he imagines there might be someone around who can rig something up.
Not something to worry about right now, at least, not with a more immediate threat right in front of them. To emphasize that fact, he nods at the vines still writing in the street in front of the. He'll be happy to have a more in-depth discussion of his own gear once this is taken care of.]
Something to be said for simplicity. You got enough juice to finish this off?
(Mikasa's still good with a sword and with a gun, though she doesn't have the latter. Her mobility will take a hit, which will suck when she has to navigate through the city.
At the same time, she draws her blades. The man seems far more experienced than she is, so the thought of giving him orders doesn't sit well with her. She instead gets right back into the action with a propelled grapple towards the nearest building to cut through the ones she passes by.)
[Though of course, he’ll be the first to encourage her to get out of danger if it comes down to it. Still, it seems like she knows what she’s doing, which is more than he can say for some of the other kids he’s met since arriving here.
She takes off and 76 is quick to follow on the ground, pushing himself into a sprint as he fires a trio of rockets at the nearest cluster of vines.]
(Mikasa's grappling point keeps her glued to the wall as she runs alongside it, traveling with the fulcrum to lure out the vines around the ones blown up by rockets. As expected, they lunge towards her at the peak of her run, prompting the second grapple to shoot out to another building and leaving Mikasa to make a lawnmower out of herself.
For all of her skill at being the world's most murderous pendulum, it seems less effective than the rockets, the residual flames driving off the vines more than the severed ones. The burning ones shrink away while the cut ones flail uselessly, but either way has less of the plant causing trouble.)
[76 moves smoothly for his (apparent) age, keeping up with Mikasa seemingly with little issue. He hits the vines with the rockets and she cuts through the rest of them, so all that's left for him to do is go after the stray plants.
This proves to be effective, despite the fact that it fills the alleyway with smoke and steam. For good measure, he activates his visor and lets that do the rest of the work, using it to pick off any that remain with pulse fire.]
(Smoke and steam are far more preferable than plants. Once they're all taken care of here, Mikasa flicks the remainder of the sap and plant remains off of her blades before sheathing them.)
I'll do a second survey of the area to be sure, but everything seems clear right now.
(She breathes a sigh.)
The evacuations are nearly complete, last I checked, but I don't know how far along they are in finding a way to destroy the plant.
If you've got the high ground, I can take the streets.
[His visor will pick up any movement from errant vines, and she's naturally suited to aerial vantage points, given her gear. They'll keep moving and catch up with the Moon Knights later. Still, he isn't about to part ways without knowing just who he's been dealing with, if only momentarily.]
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(There's no avoiding any of this, no matter how hard Mikasa tries. There are greater concerns on her mind, but if she's going to be stuck here, then at least she can volunteer as security in case something goes wrong. No sign of titans, thankfully; no one here needs those following her to this planet. She'll be distant, arms folded and blades sheathed at her side, but mostly quiet. Try as she might to keep herself in isolation, it won't last for long.
The music blasting from the performance is...cheerful. Moreso than what she's used to. People on the street are dancing to it, enjoying it and each other. If nothing else, it was a welcome change to the despair of fearing titans and pastors on the street preaching about the end of days. It was peaceful, something she could enjoy. She catches herself swaying to the rhythm of the music a few times and stops herself, but the opportunity to unwind is hard to ignore.
Same for the need to eat. Octopus is new to her; last she checked, the ocean was pretty much a myth and anything beyond your standard fish was pretty unknown. Still, it wasn't bad. Odd, for sure, especially with all of the tentacles everywhere. The chocolate fondue fountain is...interesting to look at. And also completely new to her! Can you blame her for wanting to try it? Or how trying it seems to draw her attention to your character?)
Here. Let me escort you...
Day 2 – B
(The idea was to get people to safety, not be someone who needed to be saved! In her haste, Mikasa finds herself too exposed to the pollen and, by severing a vine aimed for someone else, finds herself cutting through a flower and being struck with that pollen. It doesn't get in her eyes directly, though they do turn white in response. The people targeted escape safely, but before the soldier can leave, she falls to her knees, keeping herself steady with her swords planted into the ground with a shaky grip. She tries to force herself back up, but finds herself breathless and tired. It's hard to move, but she has to keep going...
...She could use a little help here.)
Day 3 - ⚔
(Now this she can do. Day 3 goes a lot better for her, now that she's experienced what the plant can do firsthand. Grappling hooks jut out towards the side of a building and the sound of zipping can be heard, along with a ferocious slash that completely severs a tentacle. Through her maneuvering gear, Mikasa can be seen roaming through the city with remarkable agility, swinging between buildings and cutting down bits of the plant with acute precision.
Another clean cut leaks sap out of the tentacle as it flops to the ground, giving her a moment to touch back onto the ground and firmly shake the substance off of her blades.)
It was no accident that my gear came with me, was it...?
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(Still down for whatever prompt!)
Kerra
Mikasa.
(She nods.)
I suppose a lot of this is special to me in return; everything here seems more advanced than anything back home. Unless they have titans to exterminate, I don't what they would need me for.
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[That word gets a raised eyebrow...]
Titan?
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Fortunately, I haven't found a trace of them here.
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[Huge creatures. She...definitely has fought things that large, but they didn't look even remotely humanoid...]
You're a soldier, then?
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(She's still fresh from losing Eren, who could keep her anywhere just by existing.)
Fortunately, the concept of a guard exists here, too.
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[She'd considered it, briefly.]
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(Eren...You wanted so badly to fight off the titans, so badly to fight. You said it yourself: you can't win if you don't fight. Would she best honor those words by joining the Moon Knights...?)
What about you?
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[Then again, maybe she should bend that rule too.]
I figured I'd operate independently, and rely on...Moonlacing...to make Chroma.
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Velvet
Bedroom...?
(It takes Mikasa a moment to process that. A glance in Velvet's direction is soon replaced by the wide-eyed, red faced look of clarity. Somehow, she hadn't even processed the tentacle motif as anything phallic; why would her mind go in that direction anyway?)
Th-they have an entire celebration about that?!
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[ Look, she hasn't exactly researched the lore extensively – and she probably won't, to be honest. Mikasa's flustered look is quite a contrast compared to how she was presenting herself just a few seconds ago, and Velvet holds back a grin. ]
It's not the type of cultural attitude I'm used to, either. Discipline and sacrifice were a lot more popular where I came from.
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Military?
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I mean the entire ruling power, although you're not completely wrong. They did use their military to strong-arm most of the populace to behave in a way they thought was proper.
[ Did. Past tense. ]
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The military I'm part of is meant to protect people when they're not too busy destroying themselves. I can't help feeling uneasy around so many smiling faces.
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They'd argue that whatever they did, they did for the betterment of mankind, no matter the atrocity. It turns out that ideal is pretty subjective.
[ If she sounds bitter, it's because she is. Velvet's gaze drifts over the crowd around them; they are like two dark fish out of water. ]
Hard to protect people from themselves, isn't it. I usually don't bother trying.
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(A contradictory statement, her previous occupation, and she'll own up to that.)
There are only so many people worth protecting. They're the reason I took up arms in the first place.
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You know, I could use someone serious to train with while I'm here. What's your name?
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Soldier 76
(It's sad to think they would have that much in common, as well. One thing Mikasa wouldn't wish on other worlds? Titans. They're more than a handful in one world...)
Pressurized gas. It's little more than a sheath for my blades without it.
(Nothing too complicated, really, but she's assuming this'll be all she has for a good while.)
Even these feel outclassed compared to what this world offers. Your mask and your rifle seem far more in-line with what they provide.
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[Unless this society as a whole has moved on from things like that. He doubts it--at the very least, he imagines there might be someone around who can rig something up.
Not something to worry about right now, at least, not with a more immediate threat right in front of them. To emphasize that fact, he nods at the vines still writing in the street in front of the. He'll be happy to have a more in-depth discussion of his own gear once this is taken care of.]
Something to be said for simplicity. You got enough juice to finish this off?
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(Mikasa's still good with a sword and with a gun, though she doesn't have the latter. Her mobility will take a hit, which will suck when she has to navigate through the city.
At the same time, she draws her blades. The man seems far more experienced than she is, so the thought of giving him orders doesn't sit well with her. She instead gets right back into the action with a propelled grapple towards the nearest building to cut through the ones she passes by.)
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[Though of course, he’ll be the first to encourage her to get out of danger if it comes down to it. Still, it seems like she knows what she’s doing, which is more than he can say for some of the other kids he’s met since arriving here.
She takes off and 76 is quick to follow on the ground, pushing himself into a sprint as he fires a trio of rockets at the nearest cluster of vines.]
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For all of her skill at being the world's most murderous pendulum, it seems less effective than the rockets, the residual flames driving off the vines more than the severed ones. The burning ones shrink away while the cut ones flail uselessly, but either way has less of the plant causing trouble.)
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This proves to be effective, despite the fact that it fills the alleyway with smoke and steam. For good measure, he activates his visor and lets that do the rest of the work, using it to pick off any that remain with pulse fire.]
I think that's all of them.
[That he can see, anyway.]
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I'll do a second survey of the area to be sure, but everything seems clear right now.
(She breathes a sigh.)
The evacuations are nearly complete, last I checked, but I don't know how far along they are in finding a way to destroy the plant.
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[His visor will pick up any movement from errant vines, and she's naturally suited to aerial vantage points, given her gear. They'll keep moving and catch up with the Moon Knights later. Still, he isn't about to part ways without knowing just who he's been dealing with, if only momentarily.]
You got a name, kid?