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lucetilogs2014-03-09 06:58 pm
needlepricked) wrote in lucetilogs2014-03-09 06:58 pm
all your shouting friends who despise you to your face
Who: Annie Leonhart & OPEN
What: Annie arrives.
When: Sunday, March 9th.
Where:Into the Woods, later on, town.
Summary: Annie's a New Feather in Luceti, still sussing out the area on day one before leapfrogging into the use of the journals.
Rating: PG-13, spoilers limited to season one of Attack on Titan and/or chapter 33.
She didn't recognize the forest, filled with trees too small to have been any great forest from where she'd trained over the years, or the forests from earlier still. Isolated in the wilderness... she supposed there was a certain apt joke to being so estranged from the rest in her own head. "In the middle of nowhere, there's nothing left to hate."
It took her careful maneuvering around the crown of the tree she's climbed to catch sign of human habitation. Smoke from more than one fire curled and twisted into the clear skies. It caused both relief and dread to settle in her stomach. People could be good, or they could be her own self-manufactured torment.
No point in waiting here to figure out which. Dreams didn't operate by logic other than their own. She couldn't stay out here in this thin dress, winged or otherwise. She climbed back down the tree with far more grace and at greater speed than she'd first climbed up. With the sky receding above her, Annie reached out toward the ground, jumping down and going into a roll that caused pain to constrict her chest to the point where she struggled to breathe on impact.
No more contact between her wings and anything else. Maybe that was the symbolism right there, the crippling pain that came attached to wings once meant to symbolize freedom. Something she wasn't owed, she supposed. In and of itself, that hurt, but no more than she'd always thought it might.
Annie walked on through the forest, heading on toward the hope of anything kinder than the silence of her own company in this alien landscape.
What: Annie arrives.
When: Sunday, March 9th.
Where:
Summary: Annie's a New Feather in Luceti, still sussing out the area on day one before leapfrogging into the use of the journals.
Rating: PG-13, spoilers limited to season one of Attack on Titan and/or chapter 33.
She didn't recognize the forest, filled with trees too small to have been any great forest from where she'd trained over the years, or the forests from earlier still. Isolated in the wilderness... she supposed there was a certain apt joke to being so estranged from the rest in her own head. "In the middle of nowhere, there's nothing left to hate."
It took her careful maneuvering around the crown of the tree she's climbed to catch sign of human habitation. Smoke from more than one fire curled and twisted into the clear skies. It caused both relief and dread to settle in her stomach. People could be good, or they could be her own self-manufactured torment.
No point in waiting here to figure out which. Dreams didn't operate by logic other than their own. She couldn't stay out here in this thin dress, winged or otherwise. She climbed back down the tree with far more grace and at greater speed than she'd first climbed up. With the sky receding above her, Annie reached out toward the ground, jumping down and going into a roll that caused pain to constrict her chest to the point where she struggled to breathe on impact.
No more contact between her wings and anything else. Maybe that was the symbolism right there, the crippling pain that came attached to wings once meant to symbolize freedom. Something she wasn't owed, she supposed. In and of itself, that hurt, but no more than she'd always thought it might.
Annie walked on through the forest, heading on toward the hope of anything kinder than the silence of her own company in this alien landscape.
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"We're prisoners. If they've drafted us, do they train us?" It only makes sense to her that they'd try, but unwilling fighters did not make for good fighters. Without some cause to be rallied under, they were little more than walking fighting liabilities.
People didn't gravitate toward acting on altruism and betterment of all things simply because it would beneficial to the whole.
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"But, ah... They do not train us directly. Those who choose to go out on missions may enter a boot camp, but otherwise... we are left to our own devices regarding training." It wasn't a big deal for Lee himself. He was already used to devoting much of his day for training, and he was always eager to take on new pupils from the non-combatants.
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"How does anyone survive?" Battles pitched with uncoordinated groups like that surely must be disastrous! She finds him almost tiring to watch, for exactly the fact he was bursting with barely restrained energy.
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Or when your walls are impermable as these ones are said to be.
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That's admirable, if in so many ways equally stupid. "An admirable goal," she says at last. "Debatably practical, but admirable nonetheless." It's not what she'd do. She may try, and she gets swept up and along and doesn't enjoy carnage or the horror visited on those who had no chance or choice in stopping it, but if it had to come down to a choice, she knows who she'd choose to save.
Herself. It's a selfishness she's aware of, even when she's knowingly generated her own dangers by not being ruthless enough in pursuit of that singular goal.
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He nods at her comment while not being sure what exactly to make of it. "Thank you. Ah... Do you have such experience yourself?" Given the way she talks, it doesn't seem unlikely.
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"I was part of the military before I came here. A military," she says to correct herself. "Within the Walls of humanity."
Theoretically, she's served to do much of what he's speaking about, brief as her actual instated service proved to be.
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"The walls of humanity? I am not sure what that means. May I ask your name as well?"
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"Annie Leonhart." Hiding her name is pointless by now. Levi and Eren both know who she is, masquerading as anyone else is unnecessary. She doesn't want to anyway. "Who are you?"
Explaining the Walls feels like more work than she's willing to take on for the sake of informing a stranger. Her world's context, or the context of a portion of her world, doesn't need to apply. Let Eren, or Levi, or whoever else be the ones to share that story.
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"It is a pleasure to meet you, Annie-san." He says with a slight bow. And then he flashes a shining smile. "As for myself? I am Konoha's Beautiful Green Wild Beast... Rock Lee!"
What was that about hiding names?
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Filing them away to review later on for how relevant they are to you or what you consider as mattering is something else. "Should I know what Konoha is?"
It's a pointless question. Annie glances off to the right. "Nevermind. Which way to town?"
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He points dramatically.
"That is the path!"
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Then she starts walking down that pathway.
"Thank you." She even remembers to be polite as she starts walking away. She does appreciate the dramatic pointing, Lee! Sort of. In a limited context.
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