Aereuer catch all

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and whoever
When: Throughout the month
Where: Various
What: Quests, full moon and memories for the event. Possibly closed prompts for somethings too.
Warnings: Will be added as needed




Full moon 8th - fairy rings

[It had been vague, but Mikasa had mentioned it. Needing money for food, asking for easy and filling recipes on the network. But she had been eating a lot more than she would normally. She wanted to put it down to the amount of food available, that she was making up for missing out so much when she was younger.

But the full moon seemed to make it worse. That was when most of her changes had been happening, the extra energy was needed to start them. And accelerated chitin growth on her knees had taken a lot of her. The fae didn’t fancy being near people, preferring to be hidden at this time. Not that she’d had much of a choice there. The night before had been interesting enough, even to her foggy mind. And she’d spent most of the next day(and her money) eating.

It had left the fae oddly giddy for the next night. There was none of the annoyed hunting from the previous full moon. Only a overly energetic fae who was jumping around the small clearing. At first glance, there wasn’t a pattern, not from her movement at least. But the grass beneath her feet seemed to darken.

It was possible to cross the darker grass, but there was a resistance. Pushing against that invisible wall would get the fae’s unblinking stare very quickly. Those who put more force in, would suddenly hear a snort from Mikasa, then the barrier would disappear suddenly under their weight. Those who were more cautious would find that the barrier remained and wouldn’t let them past.

…Though particularly fiery, chilly or people just wearing a lot of iron would easily break through. Earning a yelp from the fae.]


Dream a little dream

[Mikasa wasn't sure what to make of suddenly waking up here again. The last time she'd been in the Looking-glass house had been the day she'd arrived. After checking she couldn't just step back through her mirror, she'd left in search of information. So the room gets a wander, a few mirrors get poked.

Then Mikasa works out what is happening. At that point she’s blocking her mirror. Arms crossed and frowning at anyone who got too close. To most it was probably plain, to some it might have blades, a penknife. Ones who knew her, would find small animals, forest life, plants and sewing equipment. But that didn’t matter, she wasn’t letting people past. They’d have to sneak by, or push through.]

{{OOC note - These are the open memories I'm fine with anyone seeing. More detail can be gained if characters want to explore though. Closed prompts are going to be slightly later.}}


The tiniest bodyguard

[It was a seemingly warm and normal day. As two children ran down the streets. A long haired girl in a white dress and cardigan, a boy who hadn’t changed his style in ten years. But they were running, then a yell echoed out from an alleyway. The boy is the first to respond, yelling back while the girl remained silent hanging behind him as he made it round the corner.]

Knock it off! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?

It’s Eren! Now’s our chance to kick the bastard’s ass haha- [Then the girl got to the alley’s entrance. Earning a scream from the jeering bullies. As they turned and started running.] Screw that, Mikasa’s with him!

[The bullies scattered, leaving their victim crumpled on the floor wheezing for air. A smaller, blond boy, crying with bruised cheeks.]

They- They took one look at me and ran!

M-more…like they saw Mikasa…Ugh

[Mikasa still hadn’t said anything. Only tilting her head over the Eren’s shoulder to peer at the other boy. Eyebrows tilting in concern.]

Do you even lift?

[They’d spent most of their training years, well, training. And this day was one of the few exceptions, a day for doing odd chores. In Mikasa and another boy(That some my recognise)’s case, they were packing a wooden cart with crates. The boy was he strained himself trying to lift a single crate.

The same kind of crate that Mikasa was just casually carrying three of with no issues. Getting a splutter from the boy. Then she just plonks them down with enough force for the cart to move. Then she reached for Eren’s crate, only for him to shove her away by the shoulders.]

Leave it!

Teen Mikasa had zero chill

Blow him up now! While he’s in human form!

[There was a lot of faces looking at the three teens. All in varying states of panic and fear. They were either focused on the boy who was missing a sleeve and a pant leg, or the bearded man who was doing the yelling. When some of the people turned to follow out their orders, Mikasa took a few steps forward, scarless face set in a grim frown as she drew two long, thin blades from her side. Ones that were much longer than the ones she’d had when she’d left her mirror two months ago.]

My specialty is lacerating flesh… If necessary, I can display that talent… So if there’s anyone who’d like to experience it…Please…Step right up…

[That got the crowd to redirect their fear, a shiver running through the group.]

The giant chicken titan- Yeaah CW- Body horror and the normal AoT is gory warning

[Blistering heat, smoke from the cannons, yelling. Mikasa and most of the others were waiting, trying to spot if the cannons had done anything. Then there was a deep, grumbling and gurgling cry as a massive hand appeared through the smoke. It landed on the high wall they stood on, crushing a cannon and wrapping the track it was attached to.

Then the creature hauled itself up twice the height of the wall and it wasn’t even standing and oh…oh it was missing a lot. With arms and legs too short to walk on, it had grinded it’s face and front until they were, mostly non-existent. There was nothing to stop the internal organs becoming external and landing on some poor soldiers who were too stunned to move.

At that point Mikasa and the others start moving, dunking buckets of water on themselves to prevent the heat from burning them.]

Questing

Hold the borb! Potential CW for AoT's everything

[Mikasa had been pretty cagey about where she was from. That came with being from a place that was almost universally hated. She'd gotten slightly more willing to talk, even if it wasn't by much, once she realised no one knew anything. That words like Marley and Titan meant nothing to them. So while she hadn't gone into full detail, like explaining which country she was from, she'd mentioned a few others.

But...She really couldn't say no to those big owlish eyes. Not when they peered up at her from a round fluffy body or when the owner asked to be held.

The entire time this little group of mirrorbound had been talked into meeting with the harpy, Mikasa had remained silent. Just watching the birb, but now it was her turn. She hesitates, frowning slightly. ]

Uh...Where I'm from, there are creatures that eat people...

[It gets an encouraging feather ruffle from the harpy. But Mikasa's still paused, thinking how to describe everything. Then, looking at the rest of the group, help?]

Day tripping taken too literally

[On paper, the job sounded rather simple. Take a load of rich kids outside of the bright wall. A part of Mikasa thought this was stupid, but outside the walls here was a lot less dangerous than the ones she’d known. And it seemed like this happened rather often, so she tags along.

The rowdier children would find that running off, got them absolutely nowhere. Mikasa wasn’t having that shit, she was just hauling them up on her shoulder. Letting them wiggle and kick out until they tire themselves out.

The pranksters however. They had a bit more luck. Because Mikasa, while she didn’t actively help at first. She spotted some of them being set up and was just nodding slightly. Mischief! But eventually she starts taking part. Moving things from their place, letting leaves and grass swing at people. Nothing dangerous, just slightly annoying.

If something happens, like a sudden shade or infected animal, all the silliness is thrown out. But for now she was very quickly being the pranksters’ favorite adult. When she went along with their pranks, of course.]

Pile's plants CW-gross cause mantis eat everything

[To anyone who had spoken to Mikasa enough for careers to pop up. She'd made her preference clear. She'd wanted a nice peaceful farming life. It was still pretty early in the growing season though, and she didn't have the money or the knowledge of this place's strange plants. So while she sorted the cottage garden she and Trucy shared. She'd work on others'.

Or that was the plan.

At the moment and for the last few minutes, she'd just been staring. Pupils blown out, antenna only moving in the slight breeze. Her attention focused on the butterfly that was wandering along a flower.

...

Suddenly, her hands lunge forward to grab it and bringing it to her mouth.

...Then her eyes slowly shrink back to a more human size as they flick to the other mirrorbound. Then the flower where the butterfly had been. And after a few moments, the realisation hits and her eyes widen, and the coughing and spluttering begins.

Maybe she go look for plants in the wilde instead of standing in the garden? ]

Wildcard
[For starting any other stuff discussed. My CR planning is here for general plans.]

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Do you even lift (Other one coming soon)

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ It's still pretty early in everything when Judar went poking through some of the mirrors. One of which was covered with blades and a lot of nature stuff; Missing or thinking he was missing something with the sewing stuff, it was normal to think of who the mirror belonged to, which is why he went in.

And for a good part of it, he figured it still was, in some ways. Seeing the two, some connections were made, and guesses on who this 'annoying lizard' was supposed to be. Ah... He really was a brat back then, huh? Enough to get a laugh from the uninvolved onlooker, as the memory fades before the rest of the setting. ]

Some kids really do get easily embarrassed.

[ It made sense for Eren, though... Did Mikasa call him a lizard knowing who it was, or because the identity was being kept from her? The dragon form didn't look so different, even with that hair. ]

[stopfen]

[This was...Strange. Like the dreams only. Worse, she preferred the giant creatures and plants that tried to eat her to this. She hears the laughter. But she doesn't react. Antenna not even moving to acknowledge his presence.

But eventually, he does get a comment. Even if there was nothing in it, hollow. Lacking even the normal dryness her voice tended to take.]

No...He's always hated me...

[Since the day they'd met.]

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ Ah, there's the real one. Looking a lot more bugged out than last time, just confirming even further what they already knew to be true. This was the first time he saw a fae without the powdery parts over the skin; supposedly it's meant to be scales, but it just flaked off like glitter on people. ]

That isn't hatred there. It's damaged pride. He seems like a kid with a lot of different damages going on.

[ Ears burning, Eren? Judar doesn't know if that's true, but his own pride's been hurt watching fanalis doing almost ten times more than he was able to do. ]

Dream a Little Dream

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ As Mikasa went poking around other mirrors, there was one that had a mix of jewels, ice that wouldn't melt, sculptures of fruit, and plenty of black and white things that didn't have any details or specific form, but a general shape of butterflies along it.

Going in will give Mikasa a good look and feeling of a warmer environment, almost tropical with the humidity and heat, with the fresh breeze running through. Inside the first set, however, is mostly indoors in a building set to either be meant for lavish business or maybe even royalty. Not for there being a lot of decorations, but the quality of the structure and what was used for decor and furniture.

There was one figure in all of that, which should immediately be recognizable. Maybe not for the clothes, but the hair. ]

[stopfen]

[It's the fruit that makes her reach out. She'd been needing to eat more since arriving here. And even if it was fake, carved fruit it got her attention enough for her to grab at it.

Then it was nice. Warm enough to earn a small chirp from her as her antenna searched. Not that they really found anything. Other than some events that she regrets shortly after.

At first, it starts off rather cute. Unexpected for the only person she thought it could be. Then it rapidly goes downhill. In a way that hits too close to home. Except the roles were flipped, weren't they? Mikasa just walks away from the mirror hanging her head slightly, she doesn't seek him out to talk. She'd rather remain silent.]

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ After going into a couple of mirrors, it occurred to Judar that maybe he should be aware of who looked into his own. Especially for the kinds of things people could see- Wars, genocides, and other things helped by his own hands.

She might not be seeking him out, but he was quick to follow her as she left with her head hung down. Maybe her reflexes were too fast for it, but he still reached out to grab her arm. What the hell did she see for that kind of reaction? ]

Okay pixie, spill.

DREAM👏 A LITTLE DREAM👏 BODY HORROR

[glitzandglamour]

[This is a peculiar phenomenon. Mettaton knows something's amiss when the mirrors in the Looking Glass House are decked out in articles foreign to Aefenglom. Some are otherworldly, some are modest, but they're all decorated somehow. And, to him, some more than others. Symbols and objects, personal belongings and precious things, the House looks like a fun house more than ever.

But some mirrors appear before the robot rendered in even more detail.

Like this one. It's Mikasa's: aside from the fact that Mikasa's standing in front of it, he can see the touches that speak to him of her, even if he doesn't recognize them. There are more symbols and adornments on hers for his consumption, some he even recognizes. She's trying to prevent people from entering... And can he blame her? (He really has his own mirror to defend, once he stops being arrested by the curiosity he has for others.)

Mettaton gives Mikasa a wry smile. He isn't going to sneak or push. He's going to negotiate.]

I've always told you. I'm dreadfully curious about your history... Haven't I said that?

[Hasn't he? Or has it always been a private thought of his? Mettaton's ever-present nosiness should make that evident enough, with the way he pries and prods for more of her.

The android closes distance with Mikasa and holds out a hand as he towers over her.]

Surely, you could spare a taste for me... What better way to get to know somebody than to see it unfold right before my eyes? [And then he tries to bust out the cute. His ears fold back in submission because, as it turns out, he... really wants to see.] Please? ...Join me?

👏 BODY HORROR👏 👏 BODY HORROR👏 👏 BODY HORROR👏

[stopfen]

[Had he said that? Either way, it doesn't get a quick response. Only a slight hissing noise as her eyes narrow and nose wrinkles. Ah yes, he's getting a rare stink eye from her.]

Haven't you seen enough? [Kiyomi. The talk of the lost lord's descendant being a symbol of hope itself. ] ...What do I get out of this?

[Because from the time she'd spent in the mirrors, he was the one gaining everything if she showed him. He already knew of her mother's side of the family. How that brand felt so much heavier now she knew the meaning... That strange foreboding that came from Kiyomi's instance. How she wanted to be found of her newly found family member, but was unsure.

But then he's insistent. Not in the demanding, ordering way she's used to. She could hold firm against that. But being asked nicely...That was a thing that rarely happened.

He wanted her to go with him? As horrible as it felt, that seemed like the best way to handle this. Then if there was something she didn't want him to see, she could knock him out of the mirror. Somehow. Couldn't she?

Mikasa waits for his answer though.]

[glitzandglamour]

Hm. You're right. I've seen so much already...

[Because he is privileged to the visual of a memory from her. He couldn't forget it. Seeing somebody's memory in its full vibrancy is a rare treat, a sensory experience unlike anything other. If he could jump into people's mirrors all the time, Mettaton might find himself up here a lot more often. The concept that he could watch some of Mikasa's history unfold before him again is one he covets strongly.

Strong enough to make a bargain with, that's for sure. His eyes are warm, but they're also flashing with his eagerness.]

...You get my company into this foray. Don't you want to see your home world, Mikasa-darling? Even if it's by way of memory. [He sighs a dreamy sigh and clasps his hands together, his ears raising slightly.] People love to ruminate on good times. Surely, you can hope for a pleasant memory...

[Not realizing that she might not agree. Not realizing that she might not have many. Not realizing that she might very well not get such a nice outcome. He edges closer, like he's sure she'll say yes. He really looks eager...]

I just think... It would be nice. Instead of watching a memory of yours all by myself, to have you come with! And you'll have me!

Day Tripping With The Motley Crew

[foundfamilies]

[ Leslie is having less fun with the mischief-makers. When she agreed to help with the field trip, she took it with the same seriousness that she takes more or less everything in her life. She devoted the majority of her time over several days researching the flora and fauna local to the region they were going to visit, starting to feel confident about what she learned.

This confidence did not translate over to respect from the rich kids seeing someone who looks even younger than them puffed up at the front with a full notebook trying to teach them. If it weren't for King Gilgamesh's overwhelming charisma and Mikasa's quick grabs of anyone running off, Leslie would have made it about five steps from the departure point before she would have been left with one or two of the most well-behaved and even they would be asking to go home.

Thankfully, Leslie isn't upset at being the subject of pranks -- she doesn't understand what's so funny about them, but she understands the wide gulf between the undirected mischief of bored children and actual malicious tricks -- but it's making it very hard to keep on track with her very amateur lesson plans and that makes it pretty annoying. Still, thanks to the others' help, she has been doing her best to make this field trip work.

Coming across a flowering bush, she stops in front of it and clears her throat in what passes for loudly with Leslie to catch the class's attention. ]

Here's an unexpected sight. You can see from the secondary colours on the petals that this is an uncommon variant of the --

[ The name of the bush does not make it past her lips, because one of the kids, who must be at least a little clever about plant biology to have realized where their next stop was likely to be, bursts out of the bush making her best attempt at a monster roar. Leslie, startled, stumbles back and trips with a yelp, to the general laughter of the class. ]

They tripping day tripping

[gilgamess]

[ who would entrust Gilgamesh with a group of children?

actually, this quest was easy to come by. strictly speaking, he may not have been within Aefenglom for very long, but who else could be a more natural explorer than the first of all heroes, renowned for his talents in this area?

this is certainly an unorthodox use of his abilities; as a Servant, it would be more natural were he in combat. at the very least, his participation would make more sense if they were anticipating a possible attack. still, he seems to memorize every detail of the terrain, including the flora and fauna, quite easily, if in a less meticulous manner than Leslie. it's not so much the longer and more official names of each plant genus that Gilgamesh remembers. indeed, he thinks of each in some legendary way, applying grandiose titles in his mind. but he also remembers the details of the landscape in a practical manner, cataloguing directions, discovering new paths, identifying plants which are known to be toxic or restorative. this is all done in the manner of a legendary traveler who seems to have a natural instinct for discovery.

the children -- well, at first, they are curious and they do misbehave in the face of such an atypical guide, but it is true that his charisma and his prowess inspire them to shape up quite a bit. if anything, he's in his more noble rather than his boorish mode, but for all that, those feral expressions he has have a more subtle way of putting the fear of Gil into the children to just the appropriate degree. they are over-awed at times, but not in a way that would have them offended or complaining to their parents.

it is rather like traveling with a trained tiger who will even perform tricks for you, all while sensing its potential deadliness in the face of the wild, and what child does not love that? so they are, in fact, fairly obedient for him.

-- except for the pranks that some brave souls dare.

fearsome as this guide may be, his own sense of humor is such that he would turn a blind eye to at least some pranks. he might even applaud some of the little mongrels if they manage to succeed in something truly entertaining. but at times, the disruptions are annoying.

such as now. well, it is time to establish his pre-eminence again. ]

Just what do you suppose you are doing? [ welp, arms folded. ] I did not grant you permission to interrupt that girl.

You are here to learn. Hmph, if you would usurp the sage's light, then perhaps you had best be the one to provide enlightenment. Therefore, you, bold interloper -- [ ---aaaaannd Sharp Finger Pointing at the would-be roaring monster child. ] -- I demand that you return speaking rights to this girl or else boldly take up the sage's mantle and finish this lesson for the masses.

[stopfen]

[Similarly to Gilgamesh. Most of the children didn't want to mess with Mikasa. Her habit of not blinking and just staring at them whenever they were about to do something worked wonders. That and the fact that one of the kids that had attempted to scamper off had just been lifted by the back of the jacket and carried with his legs dangling in the air.

She did make a point of listening to Leslie when she could, but she was rounding up the back of the group. And there were only three adults here. Her, Gil and this poor, long suffering teacher who was too frazzled to be much help.

At the sudden commotion she just kinda makes her way through the small sea of children. Then the stare is turned to the troublemaker. Even if she doesn't actually speak. Letting Gil do his thing and seeing how the child responds. Because she had no chance of keeping that level of dramatic going.

But then she does think of something, and slowly reaches for her sword. Not even drawing it, just resting her hand.]

Hm. I thought I heard something snarling, do we have to get rid of it?

[The teacher probably hates their life right now.]

wildcard - dreamshare - because fuck it, i couldn't think of anything else

[crowsfeat]

The night is long and dark. A brilliant moon hangs in the sky, but its light barely cuts through the misty streets, a sickly wetness within its gutters, blackened corners lined with chained coffins and the stench of the dead. What's more, a heady scent of iron and blood lingers as well, and sometimes ghosts of a sickly sweet incense linger past. The only light besides the moon one can see are burning effigies, human-like creatures strung up and set ablaze. Moving past them is... tense. As if they'd spring to life again, take their knife-like claws and slash one's flesh again.

Traveling though these streets, one sticks to darkness, hearing the sounds, the howls, of other monsters throughout the alleys and trenches. Torches, the sound of steel dragging against stone, accompany parties of city-folk, though the looks of their eyes, the sounds of their voices, makes it difficult to imagine they're so different from the beasts they've put to the flames. The entire city feels as if it is drenched in the madness of blood...

One's path could vary, but the will of the memory pushes forward, further down, until gravestones begin to become as common as walls, littered, cloistered, marking graves for unnamed dead. And there, within that, is another light.

A fire, but not that of burning beasts. And the sweet smell of incense again. Three figures sit around it; a tall man in black with a deep and jovial laugh, a smaller man in mustard brown whose voice was aged and wise, and one that Mikasa would find quite familiar...

CW gore - because bloodbourne and aot

[stopfen]

[Mikasa...Mikasa had seen somethings. She'd seen people die, blood. After Trost she'd helped clean the streets, prepare it for the residents to return. That consisted of going around collecting the body parts that had fallen to the ground as the titans had ate. The congealed mass of flesh and blood that the titans had committed when they couldn't eat no more, or that remained after they'd been slain. Burning was the best way to prevent any disease that could spread from the rotting remains.

The creatures she sees in these streets are very different to the titans though. And Mikasa wanders, keeping a hand to her blade, just in case. Even if it was a dream. These things were more like shades.

But after wandering for a while, she gets used to the smell of burning flesh. Enough that the sweet smell that makes the fae's antenna twitch stands out so strongly that she's drawn too it. Not that she found many answers there, other than who this mirror belonged to. She didn't want to pry, but she had no idea how to get out of the dream when the streets were a maze of blood. So she waits, hoping for some hint from the hunters.]

Attack on Kentucky Fried Chicken.

[unyieldingmarch]

[When Edelgard had been pulled into this vision, it had seemed normal enough at first. People milling about, clothing that was a bit of an anachronism but not too much, with the only real oddity being the enormous wall in the background. Then everything, naturally, goes to shit.

A huge shadow looms over the barrier, casting a wide ring of shadow as it blocks out the very sun from her vantage point. The screaming starts, and the Emperor immediately rushes out to help, but...stops. Her eyes widen, going up...and up...and...]

What is that?!

[She almost screams, because what the fuck? What the actual fuck!]

You want Mikasa there or not for this?

[stopfen]

[Edelgard had the joy of having a second row seat to event. Along with a group of three children. Two boys and a girl, such a familiar trio. Mikasa still remembered the cringe on Eren's face when he'd spotted one boy enthusiastically cheering them on while his two friends tried to move him along for the evacuation.

How horrified those children had been when Rod Reiss' titan form had become visible to the civilians...

At that point all hell broke loose at the bottom of the wall. Even if the scouts and a younger Mikasa were up in the thick of it, moving barrels of water and gunpowder onto a horse powered elevator. The Garrison had their hands full with the civilians. Before they'd been complaining at being forced up and moving 'the milatary messing around now they've done a coup', now they were panicking, shoving at each other to get through the gate and the away from the titan. Not caring if they knocked others down and trampled them. ]

Closed - memshare for Tataru - New found hope

[stopfen]

[Even if she was skilled and had done guard duty before. There was a lot of distractions, small arguments with others about what she'd seen, moments were she'd sigh then shake her head to stop herself from moping. It wasn't a lot.

But it might have been enough for someone small to sneak by.

Someone small who might want to move as the large group of soldiers walked down a corridor to a room with multiple tables and chairs. It was a simple room by the standards of most. But to any who had talked to Mikasa about luxury, they'd realise it was a grand room. Covered walls and a large rug covering the floor, this room was for show. It's purpose was probably answered by the very different groups of people occupying it.

There was the group Mikasa was with. All with same drab olive coat and bolo ties. If a person was paying close enough attention they'd notice that Mikasa looked very different to the others that stood with her. A different eye shape and shade of skin. She looked more like the group that stood the other side of the room. A bunch of men in black suits, guarding and holding up a suitcase for the finely dressed woman in white. Their attention mostly focused on Mikasa.

Then the woman pulled a cloth out of the case. Draping it over her arm. Displaying the crest with three crossed blades. ]

Have you see this symbol?

[It earns a gasp from the teenager. Jolting her hand up to cover her right wrist instinctively. ]

This is-

Show it to her, Mikasa.

B-but my mother told me to keep it a secret. [It's hissed out at the green eyed boy. As Mikasa blushes and shifts as all the eyes landed on here. Still clutching her wrist. ]

But you showed it me when we were kids. Surely that secret was meant for a day like this so...

[And with a small gulp, Mikasa starts unwinding the bandages. Eyes squeezing shut for a second to kill the blush. Then she lifts her head and shows the mark. Earning a gasp and shocked glances from the onlookers. ]

This seal is something I inherited from my mother's family. I was told to pass it on to my own children.

[The woman stood there. Her entourage looking unsure as she remained silent. Something akin to sorrow crossing her face as approached the girl. Slowly planting her hands on Mikasa's shoulders. Mikasa herself was still, looking down at the woman who only just reached. ]

What a... Healthy and admirable child you are...

More than a hundred years ago. Hizuru was an ally to the Eldrian Empire. The ancestor of our Azumibito clan, was the son of the our country's Shogun. [By this point, some of the olive coats were blinking. That's a whole lot of new words as they all sat at a table. Mikasa being ushered to sit opposite the woman. ] Built a friendly and close relationship with the Fritz royal family. So we were allowed to stay on the island.

After King Fritz moved to this island. Hizuru was seen as a traitorous nation. And our reputation didn't improve during the ensuring chaos. I'm not certain what happened but... Some of our people were left on the island. Then... [She looks to Mikasa at that, meeting her eyes. ] one hundred years later. I meet you. One who shares the blood of our clan on this island.

You are... Hizuru's hope. The fruit of our lost ones.

[Mikasa did not look remotely happy about this. She was pale, a slight sweat breaking out at the attention. The implications of the woman's words.

Then the woman is left in the meeting room. Mikasa and the other soldiers in green moved along to another room for a break. Voices breaking the silence with questions. 'If that is true, Mikasa has an important position in Hizuru, right?' 'I still don't know what a nation is.' Mikasa blocks most of it out and the muffle together.

Until a small blond girl pipes up. Clinging to Mikasa's arm, hands reaching around to almost hug. ]

Have you shown this to Eren? You've never shown anyone else before.

T-that...

You look happy.

Because I am! You've also got a heavy burden to shoulder because of your birth. I couldn't ask for a more perfect match than you, Mikasa!

[Mikasa was still awkwardly stood there as the girl clung to her. Then break was ended and they started to leave. Eren giving a small smile before the left the room. Back at the table the woman had something to add. ]

Simply seeing that you are alive and healthy is a enough to fill me with gratitude. But... Going forward, please know this... The Azumabito will always be waiting for you.

Closed - Memshare for Eren - Best friends so close she saw him naked-WAIT WHAT

[stopfen]

[The dragon would find her mirror mostly covered for the short moment she'd left it unguarded. There was a few hand sized gaps here and there. Because even if Mikasa wasn't aware of his identity, or directly said her dreams to Eren. She'd still mentioned them offhand, 'no shame in farming' and other small comments about what she wanted to do.

It was a shame that the simple, peaceful life she wanted was so far out of reach...

But the mirror didn't show dreams or what was to come, only the past. And the dragon was fortunate to get a rare moment where there was no bloodshed. Just a confused gaggle of teenage girls looking at the boy who had been tucked into a bed in their barracks. Then Mikasa moved, stalking towards Armin. Calling his name, tilting her head.

'What's he doing here?' Ymir's acidic tone was hard to mistake for anyone else. Even with so much time. The next voice might not have been. Mina, light and reassuring, the one who could sit with Annie and keep talking in the face of silence without taking offence.

Those voices fade out as Mikasa drew closer. More concerned with Armin than the conversation. Ignoring the yelp and shoving behind her, she slowly reached out, fingers gently pressing against his forehead. Quietly saying his name once more. After getting no response she started trying to investigate why. His temperature was fine, the same went with his breathing. And with those checked, she very unceremoniously started undoing buttons and belts, earning a small shriek from behind her.

Then poor Armin was being thoroughly manhandled. A hand tenderly pressing to his chest, checking his heartbeat. Then running down his sides, no broken ribs. Mikasa had no shame, only concern.

But she found nothing. Her poking did get a small grumbly, whine from the boy though. It earns a relived sigh from her as she dressed him again, doing his belt differently to how he'd had it before. Then he's picked up, cradled in her arms, a rarity given her habit of just throwing people over her shoulder.

The memory ends with him being carried to the male barracks. Dozing away in her arms. ]

[usurpers]

[ the dragon was drawn by scent, first, and through the false surface of the mirror would bring him . . . home. the home he had for some goo four years after the fall of wall maria, that is. he's the size of a young buck, not too small yet not too large to make walking through houses difficult.

and then, they're there. armin and mikasa are young and it's a time that, like childhood, would never come to be again. had eren realized where he was apart from mikasa's mirror? with everything so deeply familiar, it doesn't even come upon him that he shouldn't exactly be here, immediately— such were dreams ever truly making sense.

given eren would show the same concern for one of his friends, female or male, there's nothing wrong with this. he too, was attempting to decipher what had happened— he didn't remember this. where was he? only mikasa was removing everything and . . . undressing him. checking him. then dressing him again.

all the dragon could think for a second as the girl carried him off like a babe was: what just happened? ]

pile's plants

[bloodwit]

[ viren is, admittedly, somewhat startled to see mikasa (that fae) lunge for the butterfly, proceed to cram it into her mouth. he's judging a teeny weeny bit, even if he has no right to do so—he doesn't actually eat butterflies out of some monstrous inclination, but would suck the magic from them out of necessity back home—thus, he's without comment as she coughs.

once she's calmed in that, however, he does think to pipe up. he clears his throat. should she be able to see through his illusion, she will be able to see his true appearance.* otherwise, ]

Some... [ he gestures through the air with a clawed hand. ] monster instinct, of yours?

[stopfen]

[AT LEAST SHE HAS ENOUGH SENSE TO feel awkward about just eating a bug out of nowhere.

But she splutters a little more and, oh, oh that's a wing. Just one, but it's proof that actually happen and Mikasa is pale as she coughs it up into her hands. Eyes darting to it, then him, blinking at the strange double image, before ignoring that for now.]

...I don't normally do that.

[Eat bugs. Just so you know.]

zero chill!

[cardtrick]

[ When Trucy stumbles into Mikasa's mirror, she emerges into chaos, into a face-off between teenagers and grown people. She shudders, hands immediately gripping her cloak as some move forward, instinct urging her to hide from the threat when Mikasa steps to the front, drawing the kind of blade that Trucy would normally ogle and think about dangerous magic tricks for.

But here and now, it makes her shiver in time with the crowd, those words echoing down her spine uncomfortably. ]

Do you want Mika there? Also this one does have a skeletal titan late if you don't want?

[stopfen]

[The group of soldiers have the same response. Hesitating, even the man in charge was unsure of how to respond to that. He had been ready to go, just kill them immediately. While Mikasa, despite her words, she was very chill. There was a slight glare on her face, but nothing indicating fear. Even the boys behind her were surprised at it.

Then another man cuts in.]

Captain... That's Mikasa Ackerman. She was with our elite unit in the rear guard. This girl is as valuable as a hundred average soldiers. If something happens to her, it's be a great lose to the human race.

[Well that was a statement to make about a fifteen year old.]

Closed - Memshare for Connor - it the big boi

[stopfen]

[She was stood on the rooftops. A much younger Mikasa, one without a scar, loosily holding a blade in each hand. She was just watching the steaming mass in front of her. Then there's a roar as the steam cleared showing a creature that was at least three stories tall.

Meanwhile, the current Mikasa. Was sat with a leg hanging over the edge of another roof. The prompt up for her to rest her cheek against as she watched wincing when Eren, the titan went from stood looking down the road to...Spinning on his heel and swinging a fist out, completely shattering the spot she'd been stood on. For a moment it's silent. As the younger Mikasa flipped through the air, rolling across the rooftop. The titan raising it's other fist as she jumped again. A man with dirty blond hair, the one who'd been the first to move closer yelling out as Mikasa landing on the creature's nose. Looking into it's large eyes.]

Mikasa stop! Get away from that thing!

[Though it was probably pretty hard to worry about her. Even if there was a large trail of blood, dangerously close to her eye. Because the proof that she'd survived this encounter was literally sat there. Watching the interaction. Then she closes her eyes, head falling, pressing into her knee.

He really did hate her, didn't he?]

[plasticasshole]

[It's hard to worry given the fact that Mikasa is very much alive here, but Connor still winces a little to see the younger version bleeding. He picks his way over to the present day Mikasa, eyes on Eren.]

That must be a titan...

[It's... both exactly how he imagined one to look, and nothing like it.]

It's very brave of you to get so close to it.

[And possibly very stupid, no matter how skilled she is.]