[Luceti] [1st • Written] (backdated to the 12th ok)

[reviling]

[part 1 - arrival]

[ in the world he comes from, knowledge of what exists beyond the three walls that both confine and protect humanity is limited, even forbidden. Though he's ventured beyond the outermost wall - something that only the Survey Corps is capable of doing, and always with sacrifices - Levi knows humanity has only seen an immeasurable fraction of what it once had. He cannot begin to fathom what the rest of the world could be like outside of their short ventures beyond the walls.

So when he awakens in this place, it doesn't occur to him that it could be a different world entirely.

Although the wings are unsettling. Those are new. And itchy as hell. ]

The fuck...


[ in a world where people can transform into titans taller than the monstrous walls that keep them caged, the sudden appearance of wings somehow doesn't seem that terribly far fetched, even if he has no idea how or why, or - more importantly - whom.]


[Part 2 - recon: Written/Action]

[ It's been several hours now, and all of the information he's gathered so far is confusing at best and disturbing at worst. Knowledge of the outside world had been limited, but knowledge of other worlds? Unheard of. He's still trying to wrap is head around it.

After checking for the gear (nowhere to be found, much to his irritation, and thankfully he hadn't had to go far for his uniform), he finds a bench and takes out the journal-like device and studies it thoughtfully. The technology is foreign, and somehow it seems exceedingly fragile - though there is a space to write, and that's all he needs at the moment to help organize his thoughts.

So the following appears, in meticulous, elegant penmanship that he'd only learned a few years ago:]

• No reports or knowledge so far of Titans among general populace
  
• No walls - a 'dome' keeps people in by someone/something called the 'Malnosso'
  
• Inhabitants appear to be from diverse locations
  
• Human experiments...need more information about these damn wings
  
• Captors supposedly provide unlimited food, clothing, shelter. Pretty fucking convenient way to keep people placated.
  
• Currently no 3DMG found; other weapons readily available
  
• Technology much more advanced than anything found within the walls ("Electricity?")
  
• Rumors of a war with a group called the 'Third Party' that seeks to exterminate all living within the dome - motivation unknown
  
• ...animals can talk...fucking creepy; might be useful
  
• Require more information about location, threats, etc. Where the fuck am I and how do I get home.
  

[ooc: intro for Levi! Feel free to respond via journal (he's unfamiliar with technology so expect a WTF reaction for the first few replies), or find him wandering around town.
ALSO: Threads with the AOT cast will very likely contain spoilers for events that happen in the manga after the anime!]

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[wipesfaith]

As if I could forget.

[Remembering is easy; it's forgetting that is hard. And lacking a shape to mold his anger into... He can do nothing about it right now, trapped here, and he wonders if any of them - traitors, the whole fucking lot - will end up here one day too. Would they try to do anything...?

He has one more question, and it's the one that sits most uneasily in his stomach. Because Levi had said "remaining".]

...Has...anyone else died? [He's quick to amend the question, because of course more soldiers have died, and right now he doesn't care if his concern is childishly narrow.] My classmates, I mean...my friends.

[reviling]

[one eyebrow arches slightly, then resettles. Levi can't begin to know all of the names of Jean's class, or who all he'd been friends with. The shorter list is the ones he's now responsible for, after all. Jean will probably spend too much time worrying about them if he doesn't say, and he needs him to focus on other things instead, so:]

I only know about the ones I've chosen. You and Eren, along with Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer, Christa Lenz, and Sasha Blaus. They're alive.

[he'll leave off information about Christa's real name, and Ymir's status, for now.]

[wipesfaith]

[Ymir is a name conspicuous by its absence. While he's not sure if he would necessarily classify her as his friend, he can at least appreciate that she had meant something to Christa, for some reason. So instead, he'll focus on who does remain.]

Aren't we lucky sons of bitches... [Spoken mostly to himself like a breath of relief. The numbers feel small, but...they're still alive somehow.]

[reviling]

Considering everything that's happened, yeah, it's fucking magical.

[several other Survey Corps members that had been in service for several years already didn't survive many of the recent attacks, but these cadets, just recently out of training, have. They're still rough, but they're gaining experience faster than most ever have, and since they graduated at the top of their class, Levi knew they would be the best choices for a new team.]

[wipesfaith]

[Considering how many things could go wrong in how many ways - really, the chances of dying grow exponentially the longer you think about it - it really is a miracle. He doesn't know if he ever expected to last that long the night he chose to stay and enlist. All he had been able to do was try to stave those thoughts off.]

...Did you need me for anything else, Captain?

[reviling]

[....his eyes narrow.]

Why? You got a hot date?

1/2

[wipesfaith]

No...! [He tries his best not to look flustered at that remark, but it's probably too late.]

[wipesfaith]

[Ahem, clearing his throat.]

No, sir...I just thought if you had any more questions, I could answer them. [And if not...well, he's got a lot weighing down on his mind now. The rest of the walk home won't be enough to pick through it all, but it's something.]

[reviling]

[ that reaction doesn't exactly convince him that you don't have a hot date, Jean. Levi still has many questions, but he's feeling nice for a change, so: ]

I've got enough to think about for a while. You're dismissed.

[wipesfaith]

[He probably smells like a horse's ass. And earlier today he made a girl cry. So he's not exactly feeling like date material right now.]

Thank you, sir. [The words are brusque, but he means them. He'll snap together another salute before turning to continue on his way.]