(semi-open!)

[usurpers]

Who: eren, four, lagertha and others!
When: throughout october!
Where: various!
What: quests, other plans and possibly event prompts! all in one post for less log cluttering.
Warnings: drinking in the open prompt!



plotting comment here, for each character! if you’d like a custom top level or tag into open ones, feel free to do so, or hmu for planning!!

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[usurpers]

[ ah. the wyvernish dragon always seems to be paying attention, from the second viren begins to speak onwards. it’s when words cut deeper, and closer, that eren ceases with his food, swallows what he already had eaten, and maintains that attention wholly ahead rather that divided. his fingers curl into his palms, loosely though away from drumming on the surface of the table. surprisingly, eren can relate far more than not. it started when he was a boy, just a boy. i’ll kill every last one of them. giant, mindless, man eating monsters. i’ll wipe out every single one of those animals on this earth.

until he became one. until he throttled over it because he was just a dumb kid thinking he was special. then the real enemies came. i have to wipe them out, then we’ll be free eren said then with a little more melancholy, and a tremendous amount more of anger. fighting humanity had been the tip of the iceberg— until he saw the rest, and spoke the last words of innocence to his friends in front of the ocean: if we kill them all, will we be free? four years later, he was the one killing children, mothers and fathers. and that’s how the loop ventured. ]

That’s a start.

[ moving forward, he means, and he’s at least glad viren has grasped that. part of eren wonders why viren thought he’d be the right person to ask for advice. was it because he was accepting of being a dragon? was it fate? the idea annoys him, but he was wrapped and sealed in his own regardless. was it higher powers or himself, and if so, who came first? it was as much of a solid answer as the chicken or egg dilemma. ]

. . . I didn’t always. [ he recalls when he was chained under the crystal cave of the royal family chapel, at fifteen. a crying fool who wanted to disappear. weeehhh i shouldn’t have happened, i’m the enemy, wehhhhh. if only he’d known, back then. if only he knew he was his past, and future, mastermind. no simple slave to the world dies and goes back in time. he only didn’t else his lack of maturity would’ve destroyed every chance his plan had now. ] But that was long before I ended up here.

[ he pauses, hoping that he could convey he’s been in such situation far longer than one would let on. perhaps that’s why it was just so . . . simple? it was too small of a price to pay for an objective that he saw as vast, larger than the notion. ]

We’re all the same no matter which world we live in, huh. Down to the monsters. [ I understand you, his tone says, a sign that viren is not wasting too much of his time, hopefully. he can’t believe he has to add more worlds than his own, either. his tongue flicks out, though time it’s idle, and slow. ] If you’re just like your enemy, becoming them— You get them. You see them in a light you never could before.

[ . . . he sounds thirty years older than he actually is. like he’s been through enough wars to write a book. perhaps— most of his memories, the one’s that have given him this insight, aren’t even his. ]

There’s no way you could get rid of a demon if you aren’t one yourself. But If you have a goal that’s more important than you, [ he flips his hand up, but his eyes go straight to viren. ] it starts to look like a small price.

[ it comes out little to most he speaks with, but the haggard look in eren’s eyes already says he’s paid a little too much to think otherwise, now. ]

— I’d make those forces yours.

[ make that will to protect and tell the world to fuck itself, because you’re going to turn that against them. not the other way around. ]

[bloodwit]

[ eren presents a few ideas to mull over; viren's likewise quiet as he recieves an answer, gaze perhaps a little intense as he listens, eyes narrowing at some points, widening at others. his expression is, otherwise, inscrutably neutral — ]

[ he suffers from immediate, reactionary pushback with the mindset that he is noble and that his goals are just, that he can't be monstrous in that. it's when eren completes the thought that understanding better locks into place, of something he's likewise known — others may see his methods as cruel, and flinch away from the strength of his decisions. ]


Of course...

[ small prices, indeed. ]

That is correct. Sacrifice, in doing what must be done — it may not be an easy road, but it would be necessary.

[ ultimately, this was all a minor setback. the power of dragons here felt as if they were nothing compared to the nightmarish creatures of his world. nothing compared to the power that he was accustomed to. but he would adjust, study it, learn from this newly twisted form - find other ways to complement it, and he would grow stronger for that, in time. ]

[ expression easing, there's a lifting of his brows accompanied by a small smile. claws tap against the surface of their table. he leans back in his chair, letting out a small breath. his head inclines, just slightly, in acknowledgement, ]

I appreciate your insight on this, as someone more advanced in their changes. [ as someone who had learned of adapting to becoming the enemy before arrival (he hadn't missed that, no). perhaps he would never forget himself, or what he'd dedicated himself to, but: ] Making it my own is a wonderful start.