SNK / Attack on Titan RP - Spin-Off RP

The sun was rising, and everyone was starting their day once again. Scouts were rolling out of bed, guards were doing their morning rounds, and the royals were sipping tea in their dens. It had been a week since the last Titan strike, a somewhat comforting thing to the remains of Humanity. Within the town merchants could be heard chattering, while horses clicked their feet over the cobblestone streets with their owners. Kids ran about with their friends and neighbors, while parents hit the daily grind - secretly praying today would be another decent one.

But for a single man, today, was another chance at potential destruction. Today was another mission, another task, and another possible problem.

Sitting back in his leather recliner, was the man who never slept. Hair and eyes of an azure coloring, the emotionless male sat, reading his daily report. As usual a group of Scouts had returned just before dawn, having busted their asses all through the night, sifting through the forests, checking Titan progress everywhere. So far, they had successfully pressed the Titans back into the deeper parts of the forests, but there was an alarming change that would not go on ignored. Rubbing his eyes, King Lev sighed, and dropped the report to the right of him. Legs still atop the cherry wood desk, he lit a single smoke, and closed his eyes for a moment.

Silence took over his Office Quarters, and the footing of his Scouts traveling back and fourth just outside (within the halls) seemed to go deaf to him. Deep in thought, he continued to sit there, as if he were meditating. Or something.

Ayase got up, and rolled out of bed the moment the sun shimmered on through the windows. Getting to his feet, he tiredly staggered around, and walked into the shower room, so that he could wake himself up. He looked around nervously as he tossed his pajamas to the side, and wandered into one of the stalls. Turning the water on high heat, he breathed in a sigh of relief. It quickly ended when he heard the other Scouts getting to their stalls, stumbling around, talking, and pretending that everything was just peachy.

The golden-haired boy washed his hair, and his massive blue eyes found himself looking around as though someone were near. A common memory flickered in his mind, causing him to frown and snap his eyes shut. He jerked his head away as though he'd actually seen something, and continued to scrub himself. It was almost like he was scrubbing away something... that just wasn't tangible right then. When he realized he was scrubbing so hard his flesh was getting red and burning, he stopped, and sighed, standing there in the water. Listening to the other males around tossing things to each other, and slipping around in their stalls, he looked down at the shower floor, and stared at his feet.

At least there were stalls. No one could see him, and his pathetic, tiny figure. He found himself looking at his thighs, legs, knees, stomach.... all scarred and previously damaged from unforgivable acts. Perhaps the other males had these too - he always told himself that it was possible he wasn't the only one. The shower water started to cool, and he shut it off immediately, grabbed his towel, and exited the stall as fast as he could.

The boy ran back to his room, dressed, and immediately prepared to check the Mission Board. It was a known fact that missions were posted daily, almost always first thing in the morning, Aya had checked to see what he'd be doing. Thankfully, once he got there? He found out that he was to be cleaning out the Horses' Stalls. A relief. Killing Titans would have been preferred for most lads, but right then, the boy was happy with something simple to do. He wasted no time rushing to the Horses, doing well not to bump into anyone on the way.

Blu yawned and rubbed her eyes as she slid over to the edge of her bed. She didn't care what the other girls around her were doing, and only staggered into the showers, and did everything everyone else did first thing in the morning. The girl was rather infamous for being the only hunter with an all-blue get-up. Other than her brown jacket, she wore all-blue always.

Once she was strapped-up and ready to do her daily reports, she found herself wandering through the King's Lair. With a very serious look on her face, the shorter female looked forwards as she wandered down the hall, not paying the standing Guards any attention. Some of them whistled at her, and make their usual remarks, but they got nothing from her - other than the middle finger. This was common, as being female wasn't exactly the most profound thing ever. Not to mention she was a Rogue Scout, which was also rather looked down upon. Most of the Scouting Legion banned together within their group into small sections, and here she was moving through the Military Police and Guards. It was clear she didn't fit in.

But it was more clear that she personally didn't give a shit either.

The sapphire-haired female reached the King's Quarters, and found Salvation at his usual place in the mornings. As always, the classy, regal, asshole male was sipping tea beneath his favorite window - which allowed for a spectacular gaze, down upon the walls and inner cities. Blu didn't even say anything to the Guards that stood on either side of the double-doors as she walked in, only shoved past them, and made her way to the power-starved King, who sat there with his usual smirk.

The girl rolled her eyes, and held out her reports from the Night Scouts. "Well, I think there is surely something you might wish to read. I have collected the information from last night, and I dare say that even Lev was a bit unnerved by such. Perhaps you should take a look." She said, holding out the paperwork.

So few, would know just what had been written, from the night beforehand.

The sound of the boots clicking against the stone halls woke the woman. Muffles would constantly leave her lips as she ran a hand through her already messing hair. You'd think she would want to have her beauty sleep, but she just like sleep. Yet, she knew that it was time to get up and do things before her butt was kicked to the edge again. This woman wasn't the very...best at her skill, but when she has enough motivation, she can be put into her place.

Yawning, Jig slowly got up and rubbed her tired eyes. Sleep was written all over her face and exhaustion played over her form as she slipped into untied boots. The female would drag herself to the showering area, or what she would call the torture room. She had never liked sharing a bathroom with other females because all she could hear was them talking away. It had always annoyed them, some of them were talk about their partners, as she would keep herself silent about her's. Oh there is a reason, and that is because he is a huge dick, but that is something you'll learn in a later time.

Running the water against her back, the woman would hum silently to herself while her eyes had been close. Things would slowly cross her mind while trying to figure things out, but that didn't last for long. Jig found herself meeting the floor for passing out underneath the water. A light grunt left her lips as she caught herself. Strange noises would leave her lips as she wrapped a towel around her. Just as she was about to exit suddenly she crashed into the male that she was dreading on meeting up again.

"Ah hell..."

Chris didn't really "fit in" anywhere. Perhaps that's why he got along with the azure-haired female, who so often boldly approached his brother. She was rather known for wandering around with animals, which was something even he was fond of. In fact, he not-so-secretly kept several cats in his Quarters, just a bit way down the hall from his brother's. Sometimes Chris bunked with the boys from the Scouting Legion, but that was only when he and Aya spent time together reading. He felt more comfortable about that lad, and around Blu, than anyone else truly. Even his own brother frightened him.

After he had gotten dressed, the boy-girl found himself back into his Quarters. He heard a familiar "mewing" and closed the doors to his room. Silently tip-toeing inside, he smiled, and found a small kitten sitting atop his bed. She purred the moment he found her, and his face grew happier, as he scooped her up and gave her a snuggle.

"Ah kitty one, you're so cute!" He whispered to her in his strange, awkward voice. He secretly felt bad for the kitten, since she'd lost all her siblings to ailments. Even the parents had abandoned her, taking to their own hiding places within the city. The mother he still had within his Quarters, but right now she was nowhere to be found. "Super Tini One, I have to go down to the Scouting Legion Halls. I need to check the missions so I don't get in trouble, and I cannot take you with." He said almost sadly. "Don't worry though, I will be back. They never give me anything rough to do anymore." He added, setting the small multi-colored kitten back into his best.

The silver-haired twin to the King, carefully closed his Quarter doors, and headed out into the halls. Looking around at all the Guards, the heavy nobility, and the daily reporting troops walking back and fourth, he swallowed a bit, and made his way through everyone. Sticking to the right side of the wall, he followed it all the way down into the Scouting Legion Quarters, faces now appearing and looking more and more familiar to him. Still though, he said nothing to no one, and remained a cautious mute.

Salvation was reading the paperwork, occasionally studying the girl before him. She was his most trusted adviser, and even a Messenger, in so many fashions. He gestured for her to sit down, and ran his fingers through his long hair while he read.

"Get my sapphire gem some tea, or I'll cut off your head. Make it snappy." The low-toned male hissed, looking up at a guard too bravely standing near.

"Yes Sire!" The man replied, fleeting from the area as though his very life depended on it. And perhaps it had, since Salvation was known for his brutality over anything else.

Salvation's eyes seemed to widen upon the entries. It would have appeared that the normal, more average Titans had retreated a bit.... but that a new brood had come nearer over the passing night. And, strangely enough, one of them - looked different. It was described as having "a stone-like structure", and "difficult to kill". The team of Scouts had eluded this beast before it had destroyed them, leaving only two fallen frames behind with unfortunate regret. It also stated in the report, that one of the Scouts from Lev's Legion, had shape-shifted into a Titan, defending his fellow ranks, keeping the strange new Titan a bit at bay. It had last been seen retreating to the forest, but the report clearly stated that it was possible it would come through the walls if it wished to.

The single Guard returned with the tea, and placed it before the girl with the azure hair. Salvation signed the report, and waited for the Guard to move out of the way, before handing it off to another one just within his reach. The armored men seemed to grow rather nervous, knowing that whenever the King signed something - it was usually a bad thing.

"Return that to Lev, I want more information immediately." He said, closing his eyes for a moment. He opened them a few seconds later, reaching across his lavishly placed table, to place his hand over the top of the girl's. "You my dear, I have another task for." He said, with a sadistic smile. "I do not wish to keep you long, but it burdens me to know that you would be out there doing Scout dirty work." He said with a hiss. "Do you accept, my dear?" He asked, his grin deepening, and his menacing eyes glowing like the color of fresh blood.

Calatheas loved her sleep and hated getting up. Sleep was something to help her get away from the horrors of the titans and even her fellow scouts. Abuse, physical and mental, was a common thing in the scouts’ quarters, whether it be from the same gender or opposite.

Bright light seeped through the curtains, burning her eyes. She rubbed them gently to rid of the junk that had collected in them. She let out a soft groan as she sat up, pain shooting through her back. It was out, again. No matter how many times she popped it back into the right positioning, it always managed to throw itself out.

She slowly made her way out of the bed and grabbed her small toiletries bag, her only towel, and a pile of neat and fresh clothes. Her bare and callused feet tapped on the floor as she groggily made her way to the showers.

This was the most dreaded part of the day.

Why? Insecurity. Calatheas was of perfect build and was healthy, but that didn’t stop the other girls from spitting harsh and foul words at her. She wasn’t liked very much, the reasoning would always be a mystery to her.

She reached the showers and walked into a stall, setting her things on the small bench in front of it. She stripped and threw her dirty clothes next to her clean ones. She turned on the water and let out a sigh of relief as the warmth seeped itself into her skin.

After she had finished her shower and dressed, she headed to the mission board, like every other scout did. The king always had them on their toes and up to their knees in assignments.

The male stood before the female, his gaze peering down on her while a brow arched perfectly on his face. He couldn't help but grin at the reaction of the female that stood before him. Of course here he was, in the bathroom with all the other females, but his main priority is to take this one with him right away. Knowing her, she delayed on getting ready for the day. Kalona did not care if she was finished or not, she needed to best be ready for what shall come towards them.

"Forget getting all pretty, you're needed right now. So get those clothes on or just go as is, but best hurry. We do not like to make those higher than ourselves wait."

This rather tallish male enjoyed watching this female struggle to get to her feet and squirm under his gaze. How amusing it can be towards him as many scouts he had found and brought to the training to become part of the military. She was the most amusing unlike the rest of the recruits he had trained. Which caused him to be stuck with her 24/7 nearly these days. When partners are to set out to do reacon, he would take his little apprentice. It was something that had to be done at times.

However, he did grow annoy with the fact she was constantly by him. Kalona in a wait felt like he was watching a little child that has no discipline at all. Then again, she didn't. As many times this girl ended up getting in trouble with Levi or the current king, Kalona had to watch her...but why did he have to be the one watching her all the time in the first place?

Oh shit was it morning already? Carmine hues glared at the sunlight gathering in the corner of the disordered room, giving it a brief hiss. "Fuck off." Ah yes, another night of little to no sleep, the dark purple circles under her eyes being obvious evidence of that, if you could see them under all that smeared black eyeliner. With a dramatic groan, she rolled out of the bloodstained bed, taking the cluttered, bleached-white sheet along with her as her body collided with the dirty floor. "EEEEEEEEEeeeeugHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh--" She cried before popping up to her feet, tresses of unruly blazing orange locks falling over those crazed scarlet optics of hers. Thousands of chaotic and disorganized thoughts filled her mind as she tossed around what today was, or if there was anything 'important' to do. She couldn't remember, it was futile trying to get this one to do anything of priority unless it interested her in the first place. Meaning it either had to be gross, outrageous, or involve bloody murder. Dissy was the one who took care of all the boring shit. Yeah, the one who fashioned herself 'Sergeant' regardless of whether or not this was true. Given, she did do a lot of hard labour, many respected her astounding abilities and she was highly capable of keeping little scout rats in their places if need be. Not only that, but many feared her more than the Titans themselves. One of her signature lines being 'If those fucking Titans don't eat you up alive, then I will.' Many thought this was sarcasm, others beg to differ.

Pale toes wiggled against the floorboards as she let out a weary yawn, clothed arms stretching above her head before moving to grasp at the scarlet scarf she just about never removed. She couldn't remember the significance of it, or who even gave it to her in the first place.

Guess that's how the cookie crumbles.

Pulling her hair into two ponytails for the hell of it, the deranged female slipped off whatever she was wearing and yanked on a short-sleeved white blouse she had found which actively showed off her toned and scarred midriff, along with the signature white jeans and black, half-assed tied combat boots. Taking a shower? Meh, she could wait a few days - or wait until the Corporal or Dissy forced her, whichever came first. Being so mentally ill gave her many disadvantages; the will for hygiene diminished, being so socially awkward and even having slight agoraphobia and extreme paranoia. Her combat skills may have been undeniable, but the woman herself was a mess. Her facial expression blanked for a mere moment while she had an inward battle with the whispers in her rotten mind; all debating, arguing, and incessantly insulting one another. It was like acid chewing on your brain. Shortly, a slender brow arched as those haunting eyes travelled around the room, not a single object in here rang a bell.

Oh.

This wasn't even her room to begin with.

"Well ain't that SHIT." Left her chapped lips as she burst out the door with a loud, annoying and foreign noise - much to the dismay of anyone in the area.

Oh fuck, it's her.

Damn fuckin' right, it's her.

"GREETINGS YOU FECULENT LITTLE MAGGOTS~!" She shouted in a sing-song tone as she erratically paraded down the hall, boots clomping against the ground below. The people she passed by either groaned, looked as if they were about to shit themselves, cheered, swooned, or looked positively baffled.

You could say some have built up a tolerance to her antics, for they had experienced them more than words could say. Others could never get 'used' to her supreme ridiculousness, some finding amusement in it - relief, even. While everyone was moping about because, let's be honest here, it was shit, Diz was strutting around in all her ludicrous hilarity, never taking anything seriously and brushing everything off as if humanity wasn't reaching it's end in the first place... or, perhaps, that was why she was always so absurd. Humans dying by the dozens, indisputable chaos and disorder absolutely everywhere. Didn't that sound emphatically pleasant?

"Oh-ho! Whoops, why don't you lemme get that, right there, huh? What's this? A report from the King? I'll be taking that...." Shadow laughed, and looked down at the Guard he'd just intercepted and tripped with his foot. Laughs all around, the fuck got to his feet and dusted his royal ass off. He got up and was about to say something - everyone watching, and gathered about the Mission Board area - but Shadow allowed his eyes to go from their hazel to a blaze red - and the fucker shit his pants and left running. "HAHAHA! I love doing that!" He said with a smirk. He turned around to look at everyone standing there, holding the report. "Aw come on guys, you know I don't shift behind the walls... right?" He grinned and everyone seemed to relax, thankfully.

They knew this kid to be a psycho, but due to how unstable he also acted...one could never be too sure. He shuffled through the papers, and then began writing missions on the board.

"By the Order of the King..." He was reading out loud and this happened to be the board moments later. Chalk was ground into the green wash board where everyone could view. He was sure to leave out the part about the night before. I really need to stop knocking so much shit over. Need to get more control. And I wanna know what the fuck that was....hmm... He thought to himself.

The Mission Board: Intel 101

Diz has been assigned to the far North. Titan activity high, assemble a team at will.

Jig, Kalona, and Nikita - have been ordered to the West, to reassess the situation from last week. They are all to give report of any and all finds, and check the hills to spot any new Titan activity. Rumors of a small village have been made, supposedly humans alive. Not believable, but find out.

Shadow has been re-assigned on Guard duty and will give all reports during first hours. He will be placed amongst the Night Scouts until further notice.

Ayase, is still on Horse duty. Clean that shit up. Chris go help him or something.

Calatheas is to have the morning and noon rounds. Once she is done with that, she will form a team and clean out ALL of the bunkers, get all laundry done, and prepare lunch for the Scouts. No objections.

Blu is off the hook right now, and stationed with the Grand King, and will be in service until further notice.

All others will be expected to bow down to authorities, and assemble within these mentioned groups. There will be two other groups that will be sent East and West, but we will allow you guys to decide who will do that. All reports MUST have detailed explanations of any findings.

Shadow moved from the board, and then turned to face everyone. He chucked the chalk at some blonde boy and laughed a moment later.

"Alright fuckers get to it!" Shadow hissed, allowing his eyes to glow again. The black-haired male then turned on his heal with the remaining report, and then wandered down the halls just a bit to King Lev's Quarters. Shoving past two guards, not caring who did what, he kicked open the double-doors and yelled, "SUP LEVVVVVVV!" as loud as he possibly could.

He knew Lev to be unamused by his antics, but he carelessly wandered over to the man's side and slapped the reports down onto the table, reassuring the other male that the new missions were in tact and now being put together by all the troops. Lots of cleaning for some of them, wandering for others.

Chris made his way on through the halls, and took a breathing sigh of relief. As usual, the Big Dogs had all the missions, and he was thankfully shoved to the side, and didn't have to do more, other than make sure that everyone's horses were ready and healthy. He didn't mind working with the animals. It was the humans and the Titans he couldn't stand working with. Silently he went on down the massive stone stairs, and then opened the doors to find his way outside. By now everyone would be hurrying to their missions, as they always had. One never truly got a break - unless one counted a Titan NOT coming up and smashing on the walls they had there.

The silver-haired male wrapped his long hair into a ponytail as he wandered over to the barns. He knew that Aya would be there tending to the horses already, which was to be expected of the lad lately. He was just as skiddish as Chris in some ways, and just as distant in others. Thankfully Chris actually got along with him - had he not things might have gotten awkward. Though they got along, the taller and older male still never really said much. He gestured with his hands, but saved his voice for that of his brother, and his collection of cats up in his Quarters.

Once he found the other lad there he greeted the boy with a familiar smile, and a light wave, then happily joined him on brushing the stallions and various other breeds. Chris's hands were too soft to work with anything other than such beautiful beasts. But his brother still wished to make a true man out of him. Gingerly nodding to the horses, he approached them and hummed sounds when he wanted to gently move them, listening carefully, just in case Ayase had anything to say. Light-hearted and innocent, this male was concluded to be a wuss among the others. But perhaps his ability to still show emotion, passion and honor during such a devious time - is what truly made him stronger than most of the rest.

With Shadow bursting into the room with his morning reports from the King, Lev's expression only grew more flat as he was not amused. Rolling his eyes, he flicked the other male a smoke, knowing that Shadow just couldn't resist nicotine. Then he went over the reports, his feet still up on his desk. He noted that Salvation had signed the reports, indicating that he was aware of the severity of a possible armored Titan lingering about. Thinking to himself, Lev took a drag of his own smoke, occasionally looking over at Shadow who was doing his usual fidgeting around.

"You know, Shadow, if you need something to do, I can always have you take part in cleaning my Office with me. I dare say those books are starting to collect dust..." Lev had a strangely elegant voice at times for a male, but really he was just as much of a smart ass as the next guy. Inside the man was no more a savage beast than Shadow was, he just showed it in other fashions.

There was much to listen to, out just beyond the Corporal's double doors. Out there, he was able to make out several voices, muffled and not - discussing various missions and planning out ways to adhered to them. Some were taking horses to the North, others were debating on how to assemble their ranks to the East. Some were just hyped as fuck that they were going on a mission, and some were relieved that they finally caught a break. Stomping, marching, and arguments were occasionally heard - usually whenever the Military Police made their way through the area. Most of the people were pretty savvy with where they belonged, but that didn't mean competitions and hateful slurs never happened. The Scouts got a lot of shit for any failures, and the Guards got shit back for not being brave enough to attempt.

"I may, be making plans to head out tonight, though something tells me I might need to stay here with so many missions happening so spread-out like." Lev muttered, sipping some tea that had been placed before him just moments before the Titan-Shifter had arrived. "I'm thinking that this time you and I will formulate another team, privately, so that we can gather further intel for Salvation. Something tells me that if we just let this get out everywhere - that there will be mass panic. We can't have the humans freaking out over everything, so it might just be best we handled this at our own level. Capturing this beast is going to be a pain, but I am sure we can do it. We need to kill it, also. Don't need it coming through the walls and ruining things we've just fixed."

Lev looked over at Shadow, and knew that this would be the only way. He trusted the man despite what he was, knowing that everyone had their demons inside. Some just showed them differently. Perhaps this made them allies - or friends even.

Calatheas’ finger ran under the words she read, smearing the yellow chalk a bit, the dust burrowing itself in the ridges of her fingers. Her face filled with a bit of disappointment. She huffed and whispered under her breath, “I get the same damn job, everyday. I need a change for once.”

The king knew everything that ticked her off, and what she was capable of. Which was practically nothing, giving him more room to mess with her. She did not like King Salvation very much, she preferred the old one. Both were dicks but Lev was just nicer. She doesn't know either one personally, but they somehow just knew everybody.

“I hate cleaning.” She ran a hand through her pitch-black hair, strands falling in her eyes and getting caught in her eyelashes. She whipped around and started to walk, her brown boots clacking against the wood as her hips swayed. She was headed to the previous king’s office.

After a bit of walking she reached the door she was looking for. Now was her time to get confidence, she would have to be brave in order to talk to someone so important. When she gained what she needed she opened the heavy oak door. No knocking, no asking permission, just barging in.

“Sir, I'd love for you to tell me why you were stupid enough to give the crown to Salvation.” She did care if she interrupted an important conversation, she needed to say something about it. About the asshole of a king, “I joined the military to be important. To mean something. All the shithead does is make me clean and cook,” she has spit in his food countless times, “I haven’t done anything different from the shit I do. I never go on missions. I always clean the goddamn bunkers.”

She was a bit upset and started to raise her voice, “Lev, I want to be something, not just his maid. I have folded so many loads of laundry it’s hard to count. And I can never get anyone to help. It’s always by myself.”


She sighed and ran her hands through her hair again, "I'm not trying t be rude, either."

After she had met up with Kalona, Jig had found herself back in her quarters. A quick brush of her long light brown hair had to be done, along with a swift throw on about clothes. She had to be in the assignment room at a certain time, other wise her mentor would surely have her head. Only selected few would end up with mentors like her. That is because they needed to be constantly watched for their misbehavior. There were sure some that constantly need to be watched because they would get side track.

Not that long ago they had lost a rather decent Scout, but she lost focus and went psychotic. After that one person, several that had hung out with her were now being constantly watched. Except for the fact Jig constantly sneaking into the Corporal's office here and there to find files, the girl had always had been watched in the first place. Kalona had become strict on her free time. The girl had now been locked into his quarters to eat and everything else when they are not doing missions. Many would think they were doing things, but it is mostly her studying and gaining more knowledge on tactics to work a strong team.

"Jigsaw."

"Yip!"

Jig had been so dazed into her own thoughts she never realized the two that were behind her. It seemed that her mind can be so distracted with racing thoughts, she wouldn't know a Titan was behind her. It is the sad truth in honesty. Many had noticed her lack of attention span, but knows she could be a bad ass fighter when she is focus, but that is lacking lately.

"Quit you're diddling and get your ass ready, we head out in 10 minutes."

With a snap of his heel, Kalona walked out of the room with a young girl following behind him. This very young girl was constantly playing with her hair and had always looked up to Jig since they had first met. It was just another person being mentored by the male, but Jig had been the number one novice he took charge of. Oh and it was so not because of her misbehavior, nope.

I feel bad for Nikita having to deal with the two idiots like us.

A light snicker would leave Jig's lips as she ran out of the assignment room. The woman would run down the halls only to pass the mumbling scouts that had missions else where or even having the day off. Jig had done everything to avoid meeting up with the heads with attitude problems. Knowing she is not very well liked with many of them in the first place.

Racing down the halls, the female slipped down the stairwell's railing and ended up crashing through the doors. Nikita and Kalona waited for her. Three horses stood there ready for the three, material packed, but enough for them to run swiftly. Heading toward the West will be a half day's ride there and half day's back, well to the place they were heading towards. It was, after all, as many heard, a place where some of the rogue Scouts had ran off to. Well, those that wished to follow no one. Except, Jig had known one that had taken their own life to follow these rogue scouts to either eliminate them or to just torture them. Who knew what this Scout was doing.

"ARe you readying Jig...?"

The soft voice of the young girl entered the conscious of the elder female. Jig had to snap out of her thoughts when she heard this girl. Standing before her, stood a 5'4" tall dusty brown hair female with hazel color eyes. This very girl had soften Jig's heart in a way. Nikita was the only female that Jig would get along with and protect. In a way, you'd say she is like a sister figure towards the other.

"Yeah...I am ready."

With one motion of his hand, Kalona beckon for the girls to saddle up. He had already got onto his white stallion as the two got upon two brown mares. Each girl checked their material and made sure their 3D Gear was attach to them appropriately. It was going to be a long ride, but each of them were prepared...or so they hope.

//Doing this now since I have the time before I am to head to work.

Riding through the gates, the male with the two females raced through the gates. Galloping along the gravel, Kalona kept his eyes open. He had heard rumors that many Titans had managed to weasel themselves near the walls. However, the Scouts on patrols should had taken their chances and chased them away. Or that is what the male wished for. In a way, Kalona wished to keep Nikita from seeing any kind of harmful action that may damaged her pitiful mind. That is unlikely going to happen though. In a world full of twisted humans and these psychotic Titans, there is no way of keeping someone such as this girl under wraps.

Hell, even Jig was someone Kalona had wished to keep out of this kind of job, but that was an utter fail. This world is just fight to survive most of the time. You'd think they would bond together and become stronger, but in honesty, these pathetic creatures started to become unintelligent and non-resourceful. Most just wish to throw those that are young and strong out there to protect their pathetic little asses. It was on thing for Kalona to try to tell new recruits, but is another when many were thrown to the military.

Not much I can do with these idiots. As long as those that are strong survive, that should matter the most. Even if they are twisted in their own mind.

Racing through the open plains, Kalona kept thinking to himself. No one had spoken since they had left the Rose Wall. So far, so good when it came to not seeing any Titans, meaning these three can get to their main target without a delay. Except, Kalona had thought better than to feel relief by this. They weren't even close to the half way mark to even celebrate.

"Vibration and heavy foot steps five o'clock."

Jig had whipped the reins of her mare when the creature appeared. A runner had came creeping up around the three trying to reach the same spot that the group was heading. Was it possible that they wish to over run this village that maybe have survivors? It could be possible, or it is could be possible that this creature was just out there having a bit of a run.

Psh, who are we kidding? Titans don't just run for their fun. They enjoy ripping the flesh of their prey and making a mess of things. Kalona had watched one devour many of his comrades, and it sicken him. Yet, most of them deserved what came towards them.

Racing towards the forest, Kalona motion for the girls to hurry up, except one was missing.

Fuckin' great, where the hell did that girl run off to now?


Some where far behind Nikita and Kalona

Jig had rolled over and watched as the titan had taken the horse into it's grasp. Shrieking sounds could be heard echoing through the open area as the creature had been placed between the very teeth Jig feared of. The sound, or the dreadful sound that echoed through the woman's ears bounce off her ear drums. Before her eyes, the mare had been crushed between the teeth of this titan. Blood had splattered around the unknown creature and the female. Jig's eyes had widen at the sight as the sudden fear struck her. Unable to move, she grasped her three dimensional maneuver gear. Trembling, she never had thought she would face one alone.

Okay, you got this, remember to keep your cool...and quit acting like a scared little child. You're more than that.

One step, the titan takes a notice of her.

Two step, it's very hand began to reach for the girl.

Three step, Jig grasped onto the blade and prepared to strict.

And the fourth step, the Titan backed up as the blade met it's for finger.

Jig ran up the arm and did a clean cut while trying to move toward the nub on the back of the neck. A sudden yell left her lips as she jumped into the air and whirled towards it. Not knowing that another titan had appeared.

The female was smacked away and soon held tightly in another titan's grasp. However, something about this one was strange in a way. There was something strange about this very titan that struck the female to be odd. It wasn't because it was just odd, but because of the appearance. It was no other than a female one...something you rarely see. And strangely, it had long midnight black hair. Who would had known?

"Let go of her you freak!"

Kalona had appeared as this very titan was about to set her down. Yes, set Jig down. It was a gentle titan, but of course Kalona did not believe so since had seen so many kill his comrades. It was sickening and twisted in a way.

Nikita had been behind him when she saw the two massive creatures before them. The one that had blood covered on it, saw the young girl. Hunger began to devour it's eyes. With the other two distracted, this very creature ran toward Nikita, except for one thing..

...the two weren't distracted and had been waiting for it's reaction.

M-My Goodness! Did they just use me as bait?

Nikita's eyes were wide with fear as the titan collapsed before her. Jig had taken the chance to attack the nub on the back of the neck. Kalona had tried to attack the other one, but only found out this one had known of protecting the nub. This had frustrated the male and caused him to go straight into an massive attack. Jig had joined in when Nikita suddenly yelled.

"It doesn't want to fight! Leave it alone!"

"HOw can you show remorse to these things after what they did to your home!"

Kalona moved swiftly onto the ground trying to find the right opening to get towards the Titan's nub. However, this one was truly cleaver and kept the back away from the two Scouts. Nikita had stayed where she was trying to convince the two to stop doing what they were doing. Would the two older ones listen to this one female, of course not.

Jig was hot headed and didn't really listen to anyone unless someone was being threaten. Kalona was just as bad, but possibly ten times worst. He had it worst than Jig, so he wouldn't give in as easily. Besides, he enjoyed the killing of Titans. It had already amused him to see them collapse to their deaths. There had been moments the male would torment the living shit out of the creature before him.

Kalona had once entrapped one with wiring and several 3D blades, he would slice each limb of bit by bit until there was only a head. He would burn each limb every time he one was chopped off. Jig had actually seen this done once, but that was when she was still new. Now the girl had been similar to him because of his tactics.

"Why on the hell won't you listen to me! Quit trying to kill it!"

Nikita kept screaming at them as she suddenly stopped. The titan had finally taken notice of her. The young girl had let her voice be caught up as she froze in her spot. Kalona and Jig kept screaming for her to move, but she couldn't. Nikita had been caught up in staring at this titan, she didn't realize how close this creature was. Until it was too late.

"Nikita!" Both had screamed her name as the creature ran off.

In it's grasp was a fainted young girl that didn't know what was going on anymore. Jig and Kalona quickly got back onto the horses (Jig had taken Nikita's) and soon began to race after the girl and the running Titan.

Mep had woken up much earlier than the others had, but she hadn't moved from her quarters since. She sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the floor, watching the dust float in the air through the sunlight which beamed out of the open window. She didn't honestly mind the cold, she quite liked it. A cool morning breeze made her short white locks dance in the wind, looking out the window all she saw was the wall that protected them from the wrath of the Titans and behind that, the multicoloured morning sky. Her emerald hues watched a pair of black ravens soaring over that wall, at least they were free.

She didn't really need a shower, as she had already had one the night before. Mep stood up from her bed and began putting on her uniform, and yes it does take a while to put the straps on. She put on her jacket afterwards and tied her hair in a messy bun, pivoting on her heel of her boots, she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Mep began walking down the hall, it was quiet for a while until she heard a loud bang of a door and a yell from down the hall behind her. Whose voice was that? Oh yes it was Diz.
"For fucks sake."
Just keep waking Mephala.. She won't notice you. Mep kept walking with a deadpanned expression, oh she knew Diz would run over and ruin her life once again because that is literally what she does. Ruins people's lives. But alas, Diz was her best friend and they were almost alike in different ways.

Mep made her way over to the mission board, nothing was set for her, but the main one that caught her emerald hues was Dizzer's mission. "High Titan activity aye?" She decided to go for that one for today, it would be nice to go out and fight some Titans for a start. She turned around and saw Diz approaching, "I'm heading out with you to fight some Titans up North. You gonna come with me to get geared up?" There was no time to waste, she walked outside and headed for the area where they keep the Three Dimensional Maneuver Gear.
Even putting on the 3DMG was tough to put on, but she was used to it, everyone was used to it because they have to do this every single day
By the time she got her 3DMG, she was already in the process of walking to the stables to collect her horse. She greeted Chris and Aya while she was doing so.

Mep's breed of horse was Friesian, he was a beautiful black stallion with well built powerful muscle, it had a small white star on its forehead, showing that this was a purebred Friesian. It's raven mane was curled naturally and it had 'feathers' on its lower legs.
She stroked her horse on the forehead and gave a small smile, "Good boy.. Sleipnir"
She took Sleipnir out of its stables and mounted him and waited for Diz to get her ass over here.

A splash of familiar white locks entered her line of sight, catching her attention as quick as anything. "MEPMEP-!" She squeaked, dashing over towards her companion at a hyperactive speed, just about becoming a blur to anyone she passed. "Salutations my favourite human," she chirped with a wretched giggle, "How is my sweet little duckling doing, hmms? Did you dream about me? Come now, I know you did..." Yet another 'harmonious' giggle passed by until the subject of her mission arised. Oh yes, that's right - that was a thing. Her naturally faint-red lips pursed as her head turned to look at the board, her petite fingers sliding over each mission until her own caught her carmine optics, "Oooo! Play time straight up!" She squealed, jumping and bouncing in her spot in sheer excitement followed by a clap of the hands - only to hush herself and watch as Mephala rushed off. Always in such a hurry.. Tsk, tsk... Diz you hypocrite. To be completely honest, she wasn't expecting anyone else to come with her. Of course, this made her job twice as hard, much to her dismay. Whenever a group went out with her for a mission, very few came back. Whether it was because of her or how dangerous the missions she was assigned for were, is debatable. She, along with a few others, were the only ones crazy enough to go out on such hazardous tasks, let alone go voluntarily. Some even made bets if the psycho would even come back alive. Which she had, numerous times. It was as if Lady Luck was her willing bitch.

"Wait up, duckling!" The odd one hurried over to the 3DMG storage, eagerly slipping the devices on without much difficulty at all as she attempted to catch up with Mephala, boots clopping against the floor with every rushed movement she made until she finally made her way towards the stables. A brief smile stretched across her cheeks at the thought of being reunited with her beloved steed, though this idle thought was quickly pushed aside when she caught sight of Chris and Ayase. The vaguest hint of a pink blush warmed her pale cheeks as those red eyes focused on the smaller, blonde male; giving him a rapid, awkward wave followed by a stutter that could only be a presumed 'hi'. Averting her optics and clumsily roaming over to her own horse, she sucked in a gulp of air and fiddled with her scarf before finally turning her attention to her mount. She was of Arabian breed, all and all a pretty ugly horse. One of the ugliest horses in the barn that was frequently picked on by the other animals, even the humans. No one gave this certain horse a second glance.. except for Diz. "Hello, beautiful." The horse's face brightened up as she whinnied with excitement at the sight of her owner, hopping around in her stable and tossing her head happily like the odd horse she was. The animal had a shimmering black coat, not common among it's species, followed by a bright orange mane and tail - obviously. She was a more capable horse than people gave her credit for, she had even managed to outsmart the orange Mikasa a few times, not only that, but save her hide even more. The steed was bright, high spirited, versatile and perhaps a little strange for a horse, which only made the orange haired female favour her even more.

"Hey, Mep," she began as she released her mount and hopped on her back, "Do ya' think it's possible to ride a Titan?" Diz gasped, "Maybe even have a pet Titan? Oh my godz, wouldn't that be a show! Tell ya' what, let's try it!" The Deranged woman finished with a sneer. Diz, they weren't play things.. Nevertheless, that's exactly how she saw them. Giant meat-bags for her own entertainment. Not only that, but they were like lambs for the slaughter - no one cared if they died, giving her the luxury of murdering hordes without 'consequences' - whatever that meant.

Get your ass up, Nikita, we don't have time for you to be messing around

Huh?

Opening her eyes slowly, a bright light appeared in front of her. Its warm had wrapped around her as foot steps could be heard. In a way it was strange after the faded memory of how she ended up in this situation. There had to be several voices around her, and it seemed that several were slurring their words

[color#336699]"Don't worry about them, they are harmless when they are under the influence."[/color]

"Eska!?"

Nikita had shot up and soon began to struggle to see her vision. Stars had started wrapping around her vision as some hands met the female's shoulders. A soft voice would echo in her head while everything was calming down. In a way, Nikita felt more secure now that she was in this creature's arms, but she could feel and taste the other that had taken her...near.

"Hey, calm down. It is just Akasha. We had to take you to get those two here, we have some information that they need to report back to the King and his lackeys."

This had confused Nikita for a moment, how could it be that they were far from the walls and surviving? Once her vision had cleared, she saw them in a wooden hut where several rouge scouts were. The one being the loudest happened to be Akasha. Her long midnight black hair swung over her shoulder gleaming in the dim fire light. Pale skin wrapped around her flesh of no cuts or bruises of any sort. The woman was just flawless in her own way. However, she remained a mystery for most of them. Many had question her heritage and family, knowing all too well that she seems similar to Jigsaw.

"Oh? So the little twerp has finally woken up, ahoy there kid. How be that head?"

The woman smirked as she approached Nikita. Just one small movement of this woman made the other female flinch. This proud figure that stood before Nikita frighten her in many levels. Although, Nikita had never seen the woman harm a fly, she knew other wise. The attitude told an entire story of how she is mostly like behind closed doors.

[color=#660000["I think it would be best you step away from me..."[/color]

"Oh? Does the little scout have balls to challenge me? You sure didn't when I had taken you."

Nikita's eyes widen as Akasha revealed the markings of multiply puncture wounds. So many questions began to run through her head. She had, after all, only heard of rumors of several being taken to be experimented on, but never had she saw someone actually survive what was stated int he reports that Jig had stolen.

"Enough, Akasha."

Eska growled while suddenly position herself into the female's view. "I had enough of your sass for today. Go back to what you were doing, and leave her alone. You had done your job, now get the hell away from her. Soon enough you will be rewarded."

Eska and Akasha had this stare off that caused the other female to feel uncomfortable. It had taken at least ten minutes before Akasha decided to turn away and return to drinking with the others. That had left Eska with Nikita to explain of what was going on.

"So, I guess I should explain why there is more rouge scouts like myself out here. Well, as you know...they don't go by rules or any kind of thing. They only wish to get money and live off that. However, it isn't really necessary, but they find jobs and crap. Like we had been trying to get into that village that is at least a mile from here. It seems there are survivors that are stuck there. There been plenty of Titan activity trying to get these survivors. One of our runners went out and never came back, so we expect he is probably dead."

But why? Why are they joining up with you and that runner then? It seems you are in charge as they follow your rules."

"I don't play around, Nikita. When a job has to get done, it will get done. Besides, I am trying to find the rouge scouts that had taken supplies from the western wall. I had heard they came this way and might be hiding out in that village. I wouldn't be shock if they got hot headed and took on the titans without the proper material though."

Nikita looked away and grasped her jacket tightly. Of course she knew what could had happened to those that had taken the supplies. They were possibly dead or wounded, and most likely dying where they had been taken down. No one had really been able to sneak into the armory with Levi around. It was beyond impossible.

Jig had came to a halt at the edge of a river. The titan's foot prints had stopped there and vanished. In the mind of Jig, there was so many things she could possibly say at this time, but hope was the strongest one to keep her going. It is true that water was rising as the day kept going. Beyond this bend of water was the village they were supposed to seek out, but in her heart she wished to find Nikita.

Kalona had demanded they keep heading towards the village. If they were turn across that titan and Nikita, then they will kill it. However, he had stated the female was good as dead. Who knew where that titan had taken Nikita. The female could possibly be in pieces by all they know. If that was true, then that made Jig sick to her stomach.

I cannot think this way, I must believe she is still alive. But to fight more to bring her back safe.

The woman had growled and thrust her reins while running along the edge of the river. Kalona had gone ahead to find a route for them to get over the racing water. Jig had grown more impatient as they kept trying to seek a way. There must be a way to get over the river, and then it struck Jig.

Pulling on the reins of her mare once more, she had noticed a log that had been craved and indented to look like a movable bridge. It was time to test the theory if it was sturdy enough to even hold the weight of a horse and human.

"Comrade!"

Kalona had been riding towards her with a frustrated look until he stopped and realize where she was standing. His eyes studied the area to why she would had stopped there, and soon took in the items that she was near. It could possibly work, but that would take time to pull the log into the water and on the other side. Mostly dangerous in it's own way as well. Kalona, though, wanted to try it since they didn't have much time left before the sun set.

"We best hurry, then we must find a place to camp. We've wasted out time chasing after a Titan that may or may not have killed Nikita. We cannot delay any further. Corporal Levi and the King would wish for our report on this village ASAP.

Jig would not make any noise or even a set of remarks towards the male's demands. Of course she knew what was suppose to be done, but she hate leaving someone behind, especially someone so small and innocent such as Nikita. A low growl would leave her lips as she began to tie her lead rope around the log. Kalona had followed

The two worked together to drag the log towards the rushing river when they saw the clouds approaching. Holding her breath, Jig hoped that it wouldn't rain while they were traveling. That would just be their luck in honesty. But, it wouldn't matter if she was able to beat that face in of the titan that took Nikita.

"Focus Jig!"

Kalona had grunted as the log nearly went flowing with the river. Jig had lost focus for a moment thinking about the beating she would give that Titan and had forgot about the log. This brought her back to reality that she shouldn't be thinking about such things such as that. It was time to focus on getting over this river without further delay. Of course, they were going to be staying out late, and it is possible that they may not even make it back until a day or two later. But in a way, Jig was hoping that would happen, because deep down...she wanted to find that Titan and get Nikita back.

"Steady!"

They had put the log into the water and latched it to the other side of the bank. It was holding for now, but not for long. The water had began to become stronger in the current, meaning they had a short time to get across. Kalona was the first to cross with his stallion, in hopes he stayed. The male had held his breath though the entire time of crossing. Every step was fragile for himself and the creature that stood behind him. He would not let his breath escape until the other side was well beneath his feet.

The other side was slowly approaching him and he felt the need to rush it; however, the sight of Jig kept him going steady to show that even if it is so near...you must wait until you now it is safe. Something along the lines of being "Be slow and safe, than fast and sorry."

Jig had watched Kalona nearly rush to the end, but was relieved when he got through. Untying her mare from the log, she grabbed the lead rope and slowly began to walk the plank log. The female would step gently against the wood that had slowly began to get wet from the splashing water. Each step, Jig would hold her breath because of the sudden cracking sounds that would be heard. You'd think she had the lighter steps than the male, but it seems, in a way, have the heavier.

Be the leaf, be the leaf...flow with the wind

The female would take slow steady breaths as she kept stepping against the log. Jig had not even noticed how close she was to the other side when suddenly Kalona yelled for her.

"Jig watch out!"

The female shot her head up when suddenly a rolling wave came at her and a Titan appeared..and not any Titan, a Colossus one. Jig had tighten her hand against the lead rope and soon began to shove against the mare. Shooing the creature to go, she gave its rear a hard slap. The mare ran with a shrieking sound just as the Titan crash into the log.

"Jig!" Kalona had began to get back on the log but was thrown off just as it was crushed. The mare had taken off running, leaving Kalona breathless. In his already blurry vision, all he saw was the titan racing off, but no sign of Jig.

The woman had vanished into the river.

[ Collab post with Ayase ]

Chris had waved off Diz and Mep, the two females were surely insane, but he strangely didn't mind them. They were kind to their horses, and respectable fighters - anything but the typical girls really. Aya on the other hand didn't seem to take to them that well, he grew super nervous, and even hid behind Chris for a few moments. Diz actually fascinated him, but that was a secret well kept truly. He didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Then again, with Ayase, it was easy for one to get the wrong idea anyways.

"It seems like everyone is just excited to be on the hunt." Aya said, going back to brushing the horse that he'd actually been given. "The horses are even so brave, and so strong." He said, gently running the brush through the long dark hair. His horse was brown, with black hair, and had a very strong build. "I wonder how well everyone is going to do this time. I heard the two Kings really split people up... Some of the guys were arguing back and fourth in the stables earlier... they are worried that Titans will appear and eat everyone. I tried not to hear some of what they were saying... but I fear that the nervousness isn't just from me anymore."

Chris patted his horse on the face. His was a solid male, and one of the fastest of the entire lot. White with silver hair, matching his own to perfection. The horse lowered his head gingerly, and let out a soft whinny. He surely loved his owner. Probably more than any horse could. Chris turned to look at Aya, and gave a sigh filled with expression. Still patting the horse, he let his appearance fall just short, of pure sadness and anguish. He wished that no one got hurt or eaten, and that the Titans would just go away and never come back. But, that was impossible. It was not the world that they lived in.

"Aww cheer up Chris, I am sure they will be fine. I have my highest bets on Diz's team. I'm sure they will find something, maybe even come up with a way to stop things. She's pretty smart.... messy... and violently...and... but... smart." Aya cleared his throat and scratched his head. "Hey Chris? Does your brother still occasionally go out and fight?" He wondered curiously.

Salvation was the most feared man anywhere. If anyone could scare off a Titan -

Chris nodded and looked back at his horse. He thought hard for a moment, then made a slight gesture with his hand, and made a notion of "so-so". Meaning that occasionally, Salvation went out to kill shit with or without the rest. It was rather hush-hush, that the two Kings snuck off at night, to finish any jobs left over. Some just thought that Salvation got claustrophobic and couldn't stand being left alone in the Capital anymore. Or something. Others said he was a cold-blooded killer just waiting to take out his wrath on someone, or something. Whatever the case was, no one really wanted to get in the way of that - even they even knew about it. So few did.

"Well, best get back to cleaning. I think we have about 20 more horse stalls to go." Aya said thoughtfully. "After that maybe I can continue reading my book. Though I'm probably going to need another shower first." He said with a laugh, looking down at his brown - and very dirty - boots. He looked up and Chris and earned a slight smirking laugh.

Ayase grinned at the mute somewhat proudly, and then the two continued on with their work.

(( Collab with King Mel! ))

Shadow turned around, and looked over at the intruder, that just busted into the Quarters like a total dumbass. He had his thoughts about how a proper soldier should behave, and surely, this was bullshit. He wasted no time turning to face the girl with the bold accusations, and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, lifting her up off her feet.

"First of all, your ass isn't fucking welcome in here with stern permission!" He said, bringing her close. His eyes turned red and he had honest thoughts about transforming her and eating her, then vomiting her back out a few later... "Secondly, where the FUCK do you get off questioning the King? As though you know either of them? I should cut your head off right here, and hand it over to the Guard, along with an explanation of why your head is served up on a silver platter to His Majesty!" He spat in her face, and threw her to the ground.

Shadow looked over at Lev, wondering if he was going to interfere.

Lev looked over at the girl and suddenly, he didn't know her anymore. Even her very name, seemed to escape his thoughts, as he was suddenly filled with anger. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lev, was such a man of honor, of grace, and respect. How could he have someone so disgusting, so trashy, so....

"Lev? What would you have me do with this scum?"

Shadow interrupted Lev's thoughts, making his eyes narrow with rage. The shorter male cracked his fists, and the two guards now standing at either sides of his double-doors, clenched up inside. As Lev's boots hit the wooden flooring beneath him, a slight gulp from each man was heard. Brushing the azure-colored hair to either sides of his face, King Lev got to his feet, and stood up with his profound demeanor. His voice cool, calm, and collective, he spoke without emotion, nor demonstration of what truly went along inside that head of his.

"Perhaps.... perhaps, this is why... you are to have the same duty over and over again. Because you lack discipline, respect.... and moreover - fucking brain cells. You say you want something better to do, but you have proven that you are nothing but a worthless ingrate. I should have you lost in the dungeons, or handed over to the Sargent Diz for your seriously outrageous outbursts." Lev somewhat raised his voice, and even Shadow had to take a slight step back to look at the man.

Shadow smirked, and flashed his eyes at the girl once more. "Should I dispose of her?" He asked, almost eagerly....excitedly... fiendishly...

"Auran, calm yourself. I will solve this within a humane fashion. Take her to the Forest, dump her there alone. She can fend for herself, and then find her way back here. She wants to fight Titans, she can do so on her lonesome. Dump her out West, high, in the mountains. If she lives, I will allow her back. If she dies, she has earned it." King Lev said, glaring at the soldier on the ground. "She gets only her 3-D gear. No horse. I'll not have her disgracing them as she has our King."

Shadow smirked and nodded. "You know, Sal might be a dick, but at least he's a smart motherfucker. I honestly doubt she could ever understand anyhow. But anyways. I will be off then."

Lev nodded, and Shadow was seen dragging the female out of the room. Immediately King Lev felt repulsed by her words, so much so, he went mentally insane for a few short moments. Questioning him? And what he had done? How dare she! Immediately, he brought out the bleach, some sprays, and tons of other things to clean with. Even a mop, a broom, the dust pan, and two buckets (one of water, one of water and soap). He sanitized where she had walked in, where she was thrown...and then the entire room. Neither guard said anything, only left the man to his OCD, and stood outside should he demand their direct attention.

3 Hours Later... [About Noon]

Shadow would have preferred traveling to this area as a Titan, but he knew better. Instead he took a 12 man crew with him, several horses, and a carriage. It did not take too long to get out West, and into the mountains. They were rather close to the walls when traveling in a straight line. That, and there were paths already carved for them, which he'd put there himself - as a Titan.

Yawning the man with the raven-colored hair dragged a prisoner from her carriage. She had tape over her face, and was wrapped in binds, ropes, and even had glass tossed at her at one point on the trip. She was beaten, and had been flogged six times - for her remarks. The Forest was one of huge trees, and they were all that lush emerald green in color. Thickets were all about them, as they had turned off the path a while back. Shadow dragged the soldier through the Forest, for about a mile - on his own. Carrying the 3-D gear behind them, was a single man, whom Shadow trusted. His twin brother, Kyle. The other male said nothing, and only marched on behind his Titan-shifting brother. Shadow hadn't even known he had family, up until a few days ago, when he found this man fighting for his life.

"We just gonna leave her out here?" Kyle had asked, tossing the gear to his older brother.

"Lev's orders. I would say this is fair. She can freeze out here, and fend for herself. Disrespect was never tolerated in the ranks. I don't think washing her mouth out with soap or piss is going to do justice either." Shadow said with a growl. He threw the girl to the ground, and tossed her a small knife. Snatching the gear, he held it up over her head - then tossed it a few yards from where she lay. "Get the tape off your face yourself wench." He said, spitting on the ground before her. "We'll see if you get out of this mess alive."

"Alright then... back to the Cap we go..." Kyle said with a sigh.

The two brothers donned their horses, and then set the fields ablaze. This would surely attract Titans from all angles, but it would also keep them from following too closely. The Forest trees were too wet and damp to burn up however, but at least the grass would go enough for them to get back without issues. Once Shadow returned to the Capital, he would surely get his rounds done, and go from there.

Calatheas looked at the man with fear in her eyes. She was one to instantly regret her actions, and boy she messed up big time. She tried to push the man away, but it was no use, she just wasn’t strong enough. The stiff material of her shirt pressed hard into her skin, leaving it red and irritated.
The man’s fowl words and spit hit her hard, “I’m sorry! I just didn’t think and I-” There was no point in arguing, neither man would listen. A large wad of spit and mucus landed in her eyes and on her nose. “Shadow!” She screeched. “Disgusting!” Her body landed in a mass on the ground, her head was pounding from hard contact with the wall and wooden floor.

Her body shook as they raised their voices at her. Tears stained her skin, the yelling making the tears pour out faster. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stand it anymore.” She said in between sharp inhales.

“I just want to help, not be useless. Can’t you forgive me?” She couldn’t help her outbursts. They happened all the time, whether it was around others or by herself. She was just very passionate about certain things.

Lev’s next words buried fear into her heart. She couldn’t survive on her own, or could she? She had never been put in a dangerous situation, the outcome was either going to be good or bad. 'If she dies, she earned it.' Rang through her head. Death was something she never thought about, having it happen now, and at such a young age, it was terrifying. She wanted to go peacefully, not in such a gruesome way, like being eaten. She cried as Shadow dragged her away.


3 hours later…

The ride was long and stuffy, the short time dragged on for a lifetime. The carriage was small and had no seating. She couldn’t see anything and was tied up beyond compare. She was sore, as she was punished for her fowl and regretful words. Cuts were all over and her skin had large, painful welts.

“I can walk, I don’t need to be dragged.” She tried mumble under the tape. Her tongue prodded at the stick surface, trying to pry it from her face, but her tiny efforts were no use. She tried to dig her boot heels in the soft earth, put it proved no use as well.

She shivered at the mention of her mouth and piss. Her mother had washed her mouth out with soap and piss plenty of times. and it obviously hadn’t worked when she was younger, it definitely wasn’t going to work anytime soon.

The man which Shadow called Kyle didn’t seem like a man who agreed with the harsh ways. Maybe there was someone who wasn’t a hardass. She would probably never know, because she most likely would perish.

She ripped the tape off and grabbed the small knife, she wished she was brave enough to throw it at the raging man, but knew it’s just get her in even more trouble. She stood and stretched, before grabbing the gear and putting it on.

Now, a battle for her life between her and the titans would begin...

[[ A collab post done with Sal in between us both being at work! ]]

Salvation surely had his ways of manipulation. But Blu wasn't really one to fall for anyone's sweet talk. She growled and rolled her eyes as they chattered back and fourth, indicating that his prying wasn't going to be the end of her. And as usual, he was pushy, and didn't give up, so eventually, she just let it go and accepted the fact that it wasn't going to stop.

"Bluey please, I wish that you would reconsider. That place isn't deserving of your presence. And you haven't a reason to lift a finger. Why risk ruining such perfection?" The long-haired King smirked, and rose to his feet. When the girl aimed to respectfully do the same, he brushed it off and smirked even deeper. "Such respect from such a beauty it's warranted without restriction, is it..?" He simply daunted, turning his back to her for a moment. Casually making his way across the floor, through his brilliantly lit-up Quarters, he found a large desk, and a wrapped gift atop it.

Blu ran her fingers through her hair, and scratched her head. "Just what are you up to now, my dearest King?" She asked, almost sighing from some kind of disappointment. It sounded almost as though she was a mother wondering just what her son had done yet again.

Salvation mused over the gift, before taking it into his smooth fingertips and then turning back towards the standing female. Walking over to her so slowly, he looked away, and smiled lightly. She didn't seem to take interest in the least, but that never stopped him. She would never turn away a gift from her King, that much, he knew already. Gently placing it in her hands, he instructed her to open it with care. Once she had started with the brilliant blue and silver ribbons, he silently sneered towards the watching guards, before taking his seat again at the table.

"Be careful with it, my dear." He only said it so simply, as though it were nothing but a breakable tea cup, or perhaps a collectable from the past.

Blu groaned and looked up at the ceiling, then opened the King's gift. She popped the top off of it, and then set it aside the box, still in her hands. Confused, she moved some of the brilliant silvery tinsel and sash, before stopping completely - almost horrified. She gasped and took a step backwards, looking over at the King who sat there in his silence, close-eyed, sipping tea. She immediately took her seat and set the box down before her in front, on the table. Feeling weak, and confused, she moved the sash again, before looking up at the King in question.

"What is this? Sal? Why are you giving me this?" She demanded, moving the sash to the edge of the box. It fell beautifully over the left side, glamorous brilliance shimmering out of the box from inside.

The King would only smirk, a wide smile over his beautifully-carved face. "Oh don't act like you didn't see this coming. I am very sure Lev only wished the same, don't you?" He wondered, picking at an entirely different topic now.

Blu grit her teeth together, and pushed the box away. "Sal this is ridiculous, and whatever plans Lev had for me back then, isn't the case for right now. And he and I are... well.... we have our tasks and they are currently keeping us very occupied..."

Salvation didn't even lift much more than a finger, and then his arm. He reached across the table after putting down his tea - and only pushed the box closer to the girl with the brilliantly colored azure hair. Using only a fingertip he pushed it to her chest, and looked at her, very seriously. He almost looked fierce, but immediately the gaze went to that of an almost.... happy, strange.... deviously, innocent.... fucked-up smile. Blu didn't even know Salvation, could make such a notion over his face. His fine lips moved now, but a word wasn't heard without a strange muffling.

"You're free to do as you wish my dearest girl, but fighting Titans is hardly something you have to keep doing. If you wish to do it, fine, but know that so much use could be offered, were you to put yourself up to it. Hell, I would tolerate you doing both, much as Lev does, were it that serious a task you wish to follow. But honestly, with your keen sense of others.... well. You know you would do well under the offer I am handing to you. I do not need to compliment every aspect of your being for you to know this already." He said it with a strange kindness, arrogance, and hatred to his tone of voice. Only Salvation could pull off such a whimsical guise when speaking so seriously, and lightly at the same time. It was uncanny, the way that he went about to pursue an ideal.

And there the girl sat, somewhat confused between the two choices.

She could either take the item out of the box, and begin a new journey - while balancing out the old one, or she could smash the item in the box, risk rage from the King, and turn away the idea completely. What was the right course of action?

Blu looked down, and glared at the item in the box. The glare softened, only a moment later.

[Collab with Kalona and Nikita]

Silence had fallen over the woman's ears as the rushing water took her under. Hair strands were flowing around her as the moonlight slowly began to kiss the night sky. No movement appeared above the surface as she floated there. Small splatters of blood would flow from the open open that laid against her head. She would not open her eyes as small air bubbles would slowly escape her nostrils. Had she been awake, Jig would see the dancing flames that would appear above her and roaring around the woods.

Small creatures of many sorts would run freely scattering towards the direction away from the roaring fire that had taken the area. Several would jump in the river trying to escape hoping to out run it. Many would be soon caught on the rocks before falling to their very death. All because of not wishing to be burnt alive. Yet they had fallen to drown to their very own doom.

Suddenly, the woman had shot her eyes open and gasped, filling her lungs with bunch of water. She had quickly swam to the surface and coughed roughly. The water inside her lungs began to splash against her lungs as she swam over to the edge of the bank. It had seemed she wasn't aware of the smoke and fire that taken the woods around her.

Rolling around onto her back, she coughed and shut her eyes. In a way, she was thankful to be alive, but soon as the smoke began to fill her mouth and nose. The strange feeling began to take her breath away. The flames had danced around the female as her eyes gleamed in the light. Heat would wrap around her such as a blanket would when you're cold. It was strange to see such moving around her. Jig was in shock at the sight that would approach her.

"What the hell? Fire? In the Woods? HOw is that possible, unless..."

Remembering her main mission, could it be people from the village that wish not to be seek out. It was very much so, and it worried her. Did they truly despise man kind and tried to murder those that came near? Not knowing the exact reasoning of the fire, the woman quickly got up.

"I seriously need a nice long break after this damn mission..

Mean while...

Kalona was racing towards the direction the shed that held the group of rouge scouts. Did the main rouges know that two of them were following orders from Kalona himself. Jig did not even know of his rouge group that was doing reacon for him outside of their area. If she had known, things could become complicated as she was well known to talk to those higher up. Of course, she had her issues with them, but she was good buddy with some of them.

"Akasha! Akasha, where are you? Awake if you are near!" The male came to a halt outside the shack.

A group of the rouges came running around, only to come to a halt when they saw the male before them. It was strange in a weird way that this very male would be the one to see them.

"Why have you come here, Scout? You are not welcome here at all."

"I am only doing my job, and will not tolerate your behavior. If you wish to live, you must come forth and leave with me. If you wish to fight me, then prepare to meet your death."

Some of them moved around unsteadily while glancing toward each other. It was strange in a way, but they couldn't help but wait for their main commander to come appear before them. However, she had appeared behind the other and stared toward the direction of the smoke.

"We best be ready to move out within ten minutes. The fire seems to be increasing it speed for how dry it is here."

Nikita had woken up and was a bit taken back when she saw Kalona. The male stood before the rouges with command written over his face. That was something that is never seen at times because of the group missions they go on with Levi. Kalona was known for following orders, not giving them, yet here he was. Giving orders towards those that ran off away from the area.

"Lady Akasha, do you think someone had meant for this fire to start?"

Akasha would stare at Kalona, without speaking, she knew. It was possibly Shadow and his brother Kyle starting someone for back mouthing the Corporal and the King. It is the usual dirty work of the two brothers. If it wasn't them, another group had to be out there wishing to stop them from going any further. Except for the fact, they still don't know if there is any others out there like they presume.

Kalona had waved everyone in order as they gathered what they could, and they took their march towards the direction of the village. Akasha had not planned to enter the place until a later's date, but something was telling her tonight was the best night than any. Especially if this fire reaches it, they wouldn't find the evidence they need to know if there is any survivors in the area or not.

Nikita on the other hand, and rode off in a different direction. While everyone else was distracted, she had snuck off to grab a free pony. The female had found herself running into the forest towards the mountains. She had expected to run into things, but she did not.

The mountains were slowly appearing closer and closer these days, and she couldn't help but let a small smirk appear against her face as she threw the wig off and grabbed the mare tightly.

"I had wondered when you would returning...Nikita."

"I am sorry I had taken so long...but they are coming soon, and once they enter the village...there is no turning back."

A group slowly appeared in the shadows of the depths of a cave as the female slid off the horse. One knee to the ground, she held her head low as the being before her came walking out and smiled.

"You have done well, soon enough, we shall be able to enter the walls again...once we get the material we need."

The male had grasped Nikita's face while staring at her face. A light tender touch of his lips to her forehead, he chuckled while walking toward the opening the cave.

"Let us...begin the games."

The sun was slowly rising to show that it was about noon hour. A young male would lie in bed with his messy teal color hair covering his face. Dull grey eyes would slowly open up to see the small dim light gazing through the cracks of the draps that kept it out. With a small motion of his hand, a yawn would leave his lips. Shadows danced against skin. This very young male looked ill and exhausted, but that was because of his late night exploring.

Takemaru was the intel keeper for the Corporal and the King. Who ever was to step out of line, was heard by those two. This male had been the snitch for many, and he sort of enjoyed watched them get what they deserved. It was part of his duty and how he was trained. Even if he was to tell on those that fought against titans, someone needed to get the deepest secrets to the higher ups.

Man, another night like last night..only states that I had done my job right, but do they know who is the one snitching on them?

Rubbing his swollen red blood shot eyes, Takemaru would glance towards his jacket. He had never met a titan nor had he fully been able to leave the place without permission. It brings him some joy, yet anger he cannot leave. All because at night when the Scouts returned, he would be the one finding the ones going behind the backs of the uppers. It was a sickening digusting job, but someone needed to give the intel.

"Well, I guess I should possibly get up now. It isn't like I have anything else to do anyways."

The male threw the blankets off while walking towards the door. He had grabbed onto his towel and exit the room. The halls had been emptied or semi busy with Scouts. Knowing all too well many had taken off toward their duties as he gets to relax a bit until later night. Knowing all too well someone was about to bring some words up. However, there are certain ones that the Corporal or whoever asked him to, he was supposed to keep an eye on. So far no mission of such had brought to his attention. Takemaru just went on with his business.

There were nights he would be too drunk to even do what he is supposed to. That had caused the male to be punished by the uppers instantly. There were no substance abuse allowed along the premises unless under supervision, and Takemaru had been doing it behind everyone's back. It just how he rolled. Even the younger recruites would come to him, but that would cause them to get into trouble as well.

That is mostly why he was getting watched himself. His abuse of drugs and alcohol had caused him to fail to enter any kind of combat with a Titan. It was because of those addictions that caused him to lose a comrade. Ever since then, he had been stuck doing their dirty work among the other scouts, under superviision.

Time to become the Scout that I was trained to be...