video; un: styx

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Name: Styx
Date: 01/09
Format: video

[Styx doesn't really like to use the voice function, let alone video. but he's got a question that would greatly benefit from some visual aid, so...enjoy your view of a fish tank, network. there's a single resident inside just chilling, weaving his way around the lush plants and the decorative skull without a care in the world. the skull's eye sockets are continuously changing colors, but that doesn't seem to bother him.

this is a much nicer view than his stupid face for sure.]

Um, hey! You guys have tattoos where you're all from? Just mean in general, not, uh...actually on you or nothing, haha.

[it would kind of be a pointless question if they already had a piece done, wouldn't it? this was off to a great start already.]

I'm gonna get a new piece done real soon, but 'm kinda stuck on what to do with the design. There's just so much killer shit, you know? So I thought maybe if I heard what everybody here's into it'd help me pick something out...'nd if not at least I'll get to see some cool stuff!

[the camera shifts now, briefly glimpsing an extremely large man before it narrows in on what is presumably that same massive guy's upper arm and the wicked tattoo on display.]

This is what I already got! Picked it 'cause it went with my name, but I dunno if I should do more skulls again? Be like too much of a good thing, you know?

Oh, hey, Soren! Dunno if you're listening but you should check everybody's shit out too! 's your money 'nd all, I wanna get something you think's awesome.

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[Styx has absolutely no idea what's coming next. it's rare for his bond to share anything from the world he'd inhabited before their shared one, and with no previous connections of the witch's own he can't anticipate any sort of sharing outside of their usual. implicit trust or not, that's a lot of unknowns. even Eren wouldn't begrudge him a little trepidation, a desire for some small clarity before totally committing. he knows that.

so, of course, the drummer reaches for that outstretched hand without a second thought.]

Mm!

[a nod and then the lacing of their fingers, large tangled up with large. there's no point in cluttering the surprise with more understanding...it wouldn't have changed his answer anyway.]

[autotome]

[ it smells like pine, of freshly chopped logs, gravel and the dust of dry terrain the next time styx inhales. looking to his empty right side, he’d see a young woman, of tied blond hair and a solid gaze forward, her arms folded behind her and at ease. styx would no longer feel as if he was laying down while holding his bonded’s hand, but indeed on his feet like the rest of them. a boy stood to his left, and beyond him, dozens more children, young teens and tweens, stood there in crisp brown uniform, boots and body harnesses. the boy had short cut hair that was so dark it was more black than maroon, his brows crinkled into an angry slant and his eyes— an icey, piercing blue that could burn the world to ash. that boy . . .

was filled with ire from the start. an instructor, clean of hair but of booming voice yells out: remember what you’re here for!! sir!! they all resound in unison. and what did you come here to do?! military energy reverberates when too many legs clap together at once, along with a powerful beat, just one, against every chest: a fist turned upwards, and there, the boy, along with all the others cry out: devote your hearts!

and with a blink more, it’s all gone. they’re still seated, styx still holds eren’s hand in a tangle, and ice blue eyes of a former self, once passionate and now solemn, looks back at him. ]

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Whoa!

[the energy resounds powerfully within Styx, his impressionable mind naturally receptive to this sort of strong emotion even with preparation. he'd know his bond anywhere, no matter the age or chubby cheeks, but everything else had been startlingly new. more than a glimpse into the dragon's world - outright transportation, an out of body journey to an ancient memory.

no wonder he'd jolted in his chair when they'd returned to this reality. it was a mercy that no needles had been in use at the time.

the drummer needs a few moments for his mind to reorient itself and stop looking for trees where there are none, but the gaze awaiting his own is patient as ever. he's turned to face Eren even before he's completely settled himself back into the chair, eyes wide from the experience. there's a lot to unpack here - how did you do that? what was going on? what were you devoted to? - but Styx's brain, as ever, allows the very first thought that enters his head to tumble from his mouth with express priority.]

That was a ton of people!

[helpful, brain.]

[autotome]

[ it is a lot, and eren isn't surprised. maybe a little bit, that that's the first thing he can manage to say— it brings a smile to eren's lips as he brings his hand to a gentle hang off the cushions he's on. ]

We were all friends, once. [ he still loved them something fierce, dearly, if they had a chance to show it more than circumstance allowed. he would've been excellent friends with reiner, with bertolt, if he were still alive, with annie— with everyone. eren made a choice though, even when faced with a rock and a hard place. ] What else do you want to know?