middaeg | Intro Log: July, Overflow

A robot?

[a robot with eyebrow piercings? that is, honestly, very nearly as cool as Eren himself is in Styx's easily impressed mind. he has to do a double take even, although it's not like staring at the dragon-adjacent next to him will really do much to help envision a person not present. his fingers rub at one of the piercings absently while he contemplates this, falling away only when he speaks again.]

Dude, did he say what they used to pierce him? That's fucking killer.

I don't know, I thought it was part of him.

[ eren silently tucks that away to question mettaton about it later, and then bring that information back to styx— for now, he should educate himself. ]

How'd you do yours? You said it kills people?

[ he's guessing it could kill normal people? help this young-faced boomer and teach the ways of modern slang, styx. your time has come. ]

Huh?

[Eren may be an eledery man in a younger, scalier body, but Styx is an idiot with the face of someone who probably should be a little quicker on the uptake with regards to their own conversations. he stares at his companion for a few moments, brows furrowed deeply as he tries to figure out where in the world he'd implied that his piercings had murdered anybody.]

I mean, if you're not good with pain it probably feels like you're dying, but uh...

[it...it really wasn't that terrible. suddenly revelation dawns upon him like a holy ray of light and he shakes his head lightly.]

Oh, you thought it was - nah, dude, 's not like, actually killer. Just something you say when shit's cool, you know? [...no, wait. Eren has descended from metal album dragon to well-meaning retiree, so Styx automatically assumes he probably won't know that word either.] ...when something's awesome.

[ oh, he mouths. at least eren's been around a little longer to know what "cool" was, without any meaning to cold. it dawns upon eren now that styx nearly talks like jonas. they're almost at the house too, which is convenient. they're entering a building now, a sizable place that could easily fit four to five people. spacey and, look at that when they go through the front door, unlocked: the interior is painted crazy.

there's even an eren + child + fae shaped splatter on the wall. ]

Where're you from? [ it might be a long shot but it just looks so similar that . . . ] Oregon?

[crazy? I think you mean crazy awesome. Styx has only seen things like this in abandoned building where someone and a few cans of spray paint went on a drug-induced bender before he arrived, never purposeful. he's immediately drawn in by the bright colors and what he thinks? might be people shapes? he's not entirely sure, but the uncertainty almost makes openly admiring the paint job all the more fun; it was sort of like picking out images in the clouds.

he's so involved in his fun little picture hunt that he nearly misses Eren's question, turning around apologetically before his brain has even caught up to whatever it is he's missed.]

Huh? [nice, helpful.] Oh, uh, me? Nah, I'm from Massachusetts. Never been that far, but I've heard pretty cool stuff about it! Have you?

Been, no.

[ and he never would. ]

It’s in the United States of America. A friend from there said they have jeans, and hills that look like mountains. [ but all he knows is exactly what jonas has told him, and his tone in repeating facts is made known here rather than speaking about something he’s personally seen. ] What about Massachewsets?

[ pronunciation . . . ]

[chew? chu...choo choo? Styx's brain is briefly filled with trains as he tries to puzzle out what part of hearing his state's name repeated back to him was ringing incorrectly. maybe it was nothing? god only knew if he was actually pronouncing it right - it was such a simple thing he doubted anyone would ever take the time to tell him, too exasperated by his stupidity.]

Uh, I mean...I got these jeans from there, so uh, we got pants too!

[and to emphasize this he gives the well worn jeans he's currently wearing a helpful little smack, as if Eren might think to look at the other piles of fucking pants just littered around the room.]

Dunno about mountains, though - might just be regular hills? The city I'm from is on an island, so it's kinda different from the rest of the place.

[ —oh! so these are jeans. not all that different from the pants he’s used to— maybe a little, where color and texture is concerned. eren has to bend his back some to lean, it’s a long way up from his height to getting better looks at the jeans in question. interesting. ]

I lived on an island, too. [ surrounded by . . . ocean. ] What about the rest of the world?

[ it might be an odd question— but eren’s home had been isolated and the ones outside those boundaries . . . didn’t want them alive. ]

[Styx, soft of head as he is, instinctively leans back to mirror Eren's action as if that is going to help the man somehow? if nothing else he gets point for the sincere to be useful.]

Hey, that's pretty k- cool. [phew. caught that one.] You by the water or closer to the center? 'm more like the second one, this place is kinda the first time seeing that much water at once.

[which was really fucking awesome, in his childish opinion. the dragon's question throws him for a loop, though, and soon enough his brow is crinkling in a massive exercise of thought. it's kind of painful.]

But, uh, I mean...guess everything's an island if you think about it, right? 'Cause eventually there's gonna be an ocean on the other side of it...at least it was like that at home.

[he's completely misinterpreted what's being asked of him, but he is trying his best!! fighting through the existential crisis this is giving him.]

[ eren jaeger in himself is a crisis styx already needs a break. the answer has the dragon staring off in an attempt to make better sense of it, and when he does: ]

My home was close to the center. [ the far outer district of many others, the scapegoat town of shinganshina if anything ever went to shit with the walls— and they did. as for the house, it's a little dusty and unused, but they could fix that up fast. he and jean cleaned mikleo's old cottage in a few hours at most. no one's around, the rooms are empty . . . it's good to start, and eren hands him the (magic??) keys. ] But I meant the state of it all.

[ after a beat, he gestures, feeding a hopeless hope that maybe this time, he'll hear something different. it was childish to expect, but he still did. ]

How people live . . . If there're any.

[ lex had told him about her own world when she was still here. a wasteland. problem people. things hardly changed and maybe after the rumbling it would've ended up that way too, but. eren had a lot more present problems to think about than future ones. ]

[magic keys...maybe they are. something about them feels especially weighty to Styx as he stares down at them in his hand, still listening intently to Eren's explanation of his own hometown. maybe it was the sense of finality that they carried - an inescapable confirmation that, at least for the foreseeable future, this world was his home now. hm.]

How people live..?

[he repeats the question softly to himself, staring off into the middle distance as he contemplates something he's never really had to before. 'like normal' really didn't apply here and so he had to put forth a lot of brainpower into this answer.]

Well, there's definitely tons of people! Never really left Eddan before, but I know lots of people work on the other side 'nd stuff. Commute's not bad.

[because the fucking dragon's interested in job opportunities, you dipshit. he gestures vaguely at nothing before trying again.]

But I guess it's like, well - uh, tech's a lot more advanced than here. Eddan started out as, um, I think it's called a model city? So we've got some stuff the mainland still don't, but otherwise it's pretty much the same. Just...you know, living life 'nd stuff. Nothing crazy like what's happening here.

Intro Log: July, Overflow

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