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dishardened) wrote2023-05-29 08:47 am
dishardened) wrote2023-05-29 08:47 am
once upon another time (for thiscruel)
[ The pure titans rule Paradis Island, and it's turned the land apocalyptic.
Should they have done it? Should they have compromised all three walls and brought this last bastion of Eldian civilization to its knees? This so-called island of devils. Annie knows that there are genocidal freaks the world over who would be so pleased. The thought doesn't lighten her mood, certainly.
Strategically, it's been a mixed bag. While she was spying as a member of the military police, there was always the risk of her being discovered and caught. Now there is no military police, and no structural armed forces of any kind. Yet, Eren still has the support of his friends, along with the skilled, hardy survivors from the scout regiment. With the land in chaos, he's been almost impossible to track down.
Reiner is with him, too. Their fellow warrior—except not. He's a traitor. Or just broken and insane. An enemy now, either way.
She has herself, and she has Bertholt. The two of them can't leave the island without Eren, she's convinced herself of that. After all they've done? All the destruction, all the killing? Annie is constantly exhausted, but she remains determined to return to her father. That terrible man that loves her. Well, now she's the worse one. He used to be brutal and violent, but still, someone like him could never imagine doing what she's done.
She and Bertholt are always on the the move, scouring the wasteland for leads and enemies. They relocated again last night, and Annie has spent the last several hours killing every pure titan in the vicinity that might threaten them. If they aren't careful and thorough, they invite death, and it has to be her that deals with them. Bertholt's transformation is too conspicuous. It's not like it's hard for her, anyway.
Or it shouldn't be, but by the time she's done, Annie feels even more tired than usual. The weather is cold, foggy and gloomy. They've picked an outlying village to stay in for a few days, inside one of the few cottages that remain in tact. Before entering, she takes a moment: placing her forearm on the door, resting her head against, drawing in a steadying breath. Then she alerts Bertholt before entering. ]
It's me. [ She steps in. Her movements are a bit stiff, from her being weary and sore. ] You scrounge up any food?
Should they have done it? Should they have compromised all three walls and brought this last bastion of Eldian civilization to its knees? This so-called island of devils. Annie knows that there are genocidal freaks the world over who would be so pleased. The thought doesn't lighten her mood, certainly.
Strategically, it's been a mixed bag. While she was spying as a member of the military police, there was always the risk of her being discovered and caught. Now there is no military police, and no structural armed forces of any kind. Yet, Eren still has the support of his friends, along with the skilled, hardy survivors from the scout regiment. With the land in chaos, he's been almost impossible to track down.
Reiner is with him, too. Their fellow warrior—except not. He's a traitor. Or just broken and insane. An enemy now, either way.
She has herself, and she has Bertholt. The two of them can't leave the island without Eren, she's convinced herself of that. After all they've done? All the destruction, all the killing? Annie is constantly exhausted, but she remains determined to return to her father. That terrible man that loves her. Well, now she's the worse one. He used to be brutal and violent, but still, someone like him could never imagine doing what she's done.
She and Bertholt are always on the the move, scouring the wasteland for leads and enemies. They relocated again last night, and Annie has spent the last several hours killing every pure titan in the vicinity that might threaten them. If they aren't careful and thorough, they invite death, and it has to be her that deals with them. Bertholt's transformation is too conspicuous. It's not like it's hard for her, anyway.
Or it shouldn't be, but by the time she's done, Annie feels even more tired than usual. The weather is cold, foggy and gloomy. They've picked an outlying village to stay in for a few days, inside one of the few cottages that remain in tact. Before entering, she takes a moment: placing her forearm on the door, resting her head against, drawing in a steadying breath. Then she alerts Bertholt before entering. ]
It's me. [ She steps in. Her movements are a bit stiff, from her being weary and sore. ] You scrounge up any food?