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VIDEO
Name: eren jaeger
Date: juril 13th
Format: video
[ Around a fire in the dark of night, a few tents and the movement of witches, entertainment and the like of volunteers behind them, Eren sits outside of the city wall with company as the feed starts, Lex sitting next to him with Dogmeat sprawled out a few inches away. ]
Anyone with any intention of walking closer to Wilder’s Edge, don’t go alone and don’t go unprepared to fight.
We ran into something. Humanoid, with a creepy laugh. It mimicked our faces, our movements, and it was not playing around.
[ The flex of her talons, the little grit of her monster-sharp teeth, probably makes it clear exactly what Lex thinks about that. Shoulder to shoulder, Eren’s head dips, sideways to rest his cheek to the top of her head— spontaneous as the dragon sinks half his face into her curly, furry, feathery hair. There’s no resistance; if anything, the chimera leans into it. ]
Fighting that thing alone wouldn’t go well. It wasn’t infected, as far as we could tell. The Cwyld isn’t the only danger here.
[ Eren confirms with a nod that comes with wetting his lips, only turning his face to direct himself to the camera again else he’d muffle his words. His own ink-dipped hands and claws hold somewhere around her back, under her opposite arm and stretching out the wide tears at the back of his ruined, bloodied shirt and closed nape wound that had been healed by magic hands. he points to his neck. ]
It looked predatory. And it probably won’t back off unless you take it down, or trap it first. The veterans don’t know what to tell us.
[ Eren also doesn’t spend too much time with video feeds, and presses. buttons, like a grandpa. He presses all the damn buttons (that probably fuck up configurations plenty, he mutters fucking because technology is hard), until a photo is tagged to the post. A lot of photos, most of them blurry messes until one actually shows a body, of the mimic in question. A black sleek face, no features to show for except for a broken mask, long limbs, and teeth like needles behind the fissures. Its neck bares a shredded hole and its middle is spilled.
Dryly: ] We didn’t get a before picture.
Date: juril 13th
Format: video
[ Around a fire in the dark of night, a few tents and the movement of witches, entertainment and the like of volunteers behind them, Eren sits outside of the city wall with company as the feed starts, Lex sitting next to him with Dogmeat sprawled out a few inches away. ]
Anyone with any intention of walking closer to Wilder’s Edge, don’t go alone and don’t go unprepared to fight.
We ran into something. Humanoid, with a creepy laugh. It mimicked our faces, our movements, and it was not playing around.
[ The flex of her talons, the little grit of her monster-sharp teeth, probably makes it clear exactly what Lex thinks about that. Shoulder to shoulder, Eren’s head dips, sideways to rest his cheek to the top of her head— spontaneous as the dragon sinks half his face into her curly, furry, feathery hair. There’s no resistance; if anything, the chimera leans into it. ]
Fighting that thing alone wouldn’t go well. It wasn’t infected, as far as we could tell. The Cwyld isn’t the only danger here.
[ Eren confirms with a nod that comes with wetting his lips, only turning his face to direct himself to the camera again else he’d muffle his words. His own ink-dipped hands and claws hold somewhere around her back, under her opposite arm and stretching out the wide tears at the back of his ruined, bloodied shirt and closed nape wound that had been healed by magic hands. he points to his neck. ]
It looked predatory. And it probably won’t back off unless you take it down, or trap it first. The veterans don’t know what to tell us.
[ Eren also doesn’t spend too much time with video feeds, and presses. buttons, like a grandpa. He presses all the damn buttons (that probably fuck up configurations plenty, he mutters fucking because technology is hard), until a photo is tagged to the post. A lot of photos, most of them blurry messes until one actually shows a body, of the mimic in question. A black sleek face, no features to show for except for a broken mask, long limbs, and teeth like needles behind the fissures. Its neck bares a shredded hole and its middle is spilled.
Dryly: ] We didn’t get a before picture.
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[ How many will go to Dogmeat? Who can say. Either way, he gets up to join the group with a stretch - probably exchanging a glance with Toothless about These People And Their Mating. ]
Gonna be a little harder to see, now.
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He's not too worried about Dogmeat at least. That good boy's getting some dragonscale-paint fire resistant armor.
Toothless snorts at the slobber being rubbed back on him, but he's content to let it go. Definitely sharing a 'look' with Dogmeat like 'These people. These people.'
Hiccup draws Inferno and extends the blade, muttering a soft charm to light it up like a torch, following after them to where they've left the body. Toothless joins him at his side, sniffing curiously along the ground.] I wonder why no one's ever talked about these things before. It seems like- you know, like the kind of thing you'd mention.
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self control, tho. ]
We’ve gotten looks like we’re lying about it.
[ which is kind of ridiculous, considering . . . what they’re about to walk up to.
a scrambled body of a mimic, and what would probably happen if you fancy yourself a skirmish with two monsters. and a dog. ]
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The lit up blade has Lex raise an eyebrow, but she's impressed. She waits until they get to the actual body of the mimic to fiddle with the Pip-Boy on her arm; it blends in with her armor fairly well, but when the flashlight turns on, the light is a bright, neon green. ]
We should probably move it, honestly... before it vanishes down somethings throat. Especially if Morgan wants to look at it.
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Frowning, kneeling down and lifting Inferno like a torch, he shifts it around to get a better look at its... features. After a moment, he waves Toothless over, who comes to sniff at it, rearing back with narrowed eyes and a little hiss.] Yeah, I know, bud. It's pretty gross.
Someone wants to- to study it? [Thank the gods, honestly, because he does not want to. He just wanted his dragon to get a sniff.]
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If it's anything like us, [ digestive system, reproduction system, etc, he had class about this except, laughs you don't want titan class. ] they'd learn a lot. Might've been easier if it was alive, though.
[ that makes eren think about bean. yes, they caught a titan and one of his captains named it bean. someone killed it to burn any evidence of their origin.
. . . ]
What if we look for another one?
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Not sure where to start, though.
[ Deeper in the Wilde, she supposes. Further away from the city, and while that's tempting... it's also dangerous, and not something they're equipped to do at this time. ]
I figure we let Morgan look at it first, get a few more answers about how it's supposedly a myth and what the myths say, that sort of thing. Make sure Toothless and Dogmeat know what it smells like, in case another one pops up.
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Lex is the voice of reason here.] Yeah, that's- if one ever comes around the Edge, Toothless will be able to smell it, I figure. Right, bud? [That just gets an unpleasant hiss and rumble from his dragon. Toothless does not want to see another one of these things. It does not smell right.] But looking for one sounds- it sounds a little crazy. At least without more information.