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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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[ Lex recognizes that sort of thing from the wastes. ]
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... And if I find out anything, I'll be sure to pass the information along to everyone, as well. [She might be planning to go find one now. Because now she's curious, and Maria's curiosity is a very dangerous thing.]