sticks out the leggie
WHO: eren jaeger and you š
WHERE: in and out of recollƩ!
WHEN: throughout the month of march!
WHAT: small catchall with some open + closed prompts that include travel, exploring a birthday and more! if youād like a prompt or plotting just contact me at
liberos or owlteer#3609 on discord!
WARNINGS: eren
WHERE: in and out of recollƩ!
WHEN: throughout the month of march!
WHAT: small catchall with some open + closed prompts that include travel, exploring a birthday and more! if youād like a prompt or plotting just contact me at
WARNINGS: eren
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This is it.
[ if itās far off enough that he shifted here with zero problems (only the occasional retrospec user, apparently, but), then itās good enough for them. ]
I figured we could have a goal to the sparring, [ he starts, making sure his little pocket knife is ready and in check. ] aim for our weak spots. In my case, youāll try and get me out of the titan.
[ so you know NO ACTUAL SLASHING HIS NECK BECAUSE THAT COULD KILL HIM. ]
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When Eren stopped, Amelia stopped--and looked around, frowning. This area had seen some significant damage; she couldn't recall the winter's storms being strong enough to knock down trees. But the area was sufficiently clear nonetheless. It'd do for an arena, she supposed.]
That would be prudent, yes.
[It'd serve as a handy anchor to pull her thoughts away from mindlessly trying to tear his head off.]
Does your form not change...?
[Amelia continued to frown, looking directly at him now. Every time she'd seen Eren transform, the titan seemed to burst from a too-small form--just like the dragon did. There was more light when Amelia transitioned, though.]
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[ he nips the blade into his palm, subtly to not draw alarm, and luckily he barely flinches. clipping the blade back into its safety form, he pockets it and balls his cut hand into a fist to keep most of the blood there. ]
For me itās like piloting something. The form builds from me, [ a burst of flesh that forms outward rather than changing his body, but too fast for the untrained eye to catch before heās enveloped. ] but my real body is still in the neck. You change completely, right?
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Yes, or at least I presume so. Not a hair or stitch of clothing is out of place when I return to this shape. Like waking from a dream. But thisā [she flicked her hand and sleeve] āis far too real to be one.
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[ he could ask her later, if the person from her memories used magic or any sort out of curiosity, but he sticks to the plan. thereās a small soft in the grass below, like a solitary raindrop pelting the ground. the skies are rather clear for anything pluvialā a better look would take things to the blood dripping from erenās coiled fist. ]
Should I get you angry?
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...no. I won't be able to control that form if I do become angry, and won't learn anything from it.
[Amelia refolded her arm, tapping her fingers against her elbow as she thought.]
Chaotic events seem to make it easier. Battle, unpredictable actions, erratic motion like a windstorm. A challenge--
[A pause of realization.]
You're bleeding.
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chaos. something sudden. a challenge. thereās nothing more sudden than rolling with the punches, and this is what erenās made for. his body begins to spark with dancing crackles of energy, and his careful watch over her becomes pinched with more intent. the goal isnāt clear, but his eyes speak just as clear as words.
iām going to hurt you if you donāt do something. ]
This is what I need.
[ but thatās the last word he speaks before, through the sparks comes a single bolt, sounding off a terrible crash that attacks the ear drums like a thunderbolt striking the earth just beside her. muscle pulls together over fragmented and growing bone in seconds, from particles in the air that seem to come from nothing. sliding over the red hot flesh of an already reeling arm is a coat of skin, before the same happens to the neck, the skull, a mouth with teeth, remaining open as it forms, only snapping together to call her to arms with an ungodly roar and a fist tearing through air to hit where she stood. ]
Fun fact: Tellius dragons are weak to Thunder magic
Her other form would just be a larger target, Amelia's logical mind protested. Taking to the air wouldn't help.
The dragon wasn't listening to that. Amelia barely needed to coax it out of her mind, light flickering up her fingertips. But there was no time for dramatics now, not with a threat so apparent before her. Watching the titan form from empty air was grotesque, but morbidly fascinating. Watching that fist come down was much more pressing.
Her hands became claws, magnitudes larger than they had been. They rose before her many-horned head to meet the fist coming down at her as the dragon uncurled from the light, spines and all. The creature was eerily silent, not yet answering the roar. Stop from being squished first, roars later.]
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Later, Eren can find her surfing on Samael's back, helmet wedged on her head, as the dragon slithers low to the ground at a slow speed around trees and bushes. It involves a lot of narrow misses as she gets used to standing on his undulating body, but she seems to be doing okay.
It's her own kind of training :|b]
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something akin to a snake slithers by him, and being quite a different dragon compared to amelia (but not an unfamiliar one), he makes a sound (a grunt?? a deep āohā), and squints over to see minako on its back.
he lifts another half of a broken log that had made a terrible obstacle in their way, placing it tactfully between two other pines. ]
this got lost in my inbox...
Once they reach the titan's eye level, Minako moves so that she's sitting on Samael's back like a swing, and it strikes her just how tiny she and her dragon are in comparison. It's frightening, but also a little exhilarating, like how it'd been to fight that giant sea snake.]
...um. Hi.
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and lifting a hand, itās clearly an intellegent, universal gesture. hello to you, too. ]
I'M GOMEN
So you do understand me! I saw you fighting with Amelia earlier. Are you her friend?
the same thing happened to me just the other day bro stay chilly š
in fact, eren points to her, careful not to push her or her dragon out of the sky with a poke or something. heās pretty sure heās a colleague of yours, too. ]
>3< ā„
[And then she points to herself as well, bewildered.]
Me? [She's bad at titan-speak, this might take some work on Eren's part to get her to understand even a tiny bit of what he wants to get across. Also, she's going to get really chatty since she now knows he can't talk.] Oh! I'm Minako. I'm Amelia's...um. Acquaintance? I don't think she considers me a friend. [She swings on her dragon's back like she's a little girl, grinning.] You're a pretty nice giant, though, so we can be friends if you want.
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time for plan b. does minako know charades? he holds his hand out, āwaitā or āslow downā. then, the titan makes a gesture, pinching at the lobe of his pointed ear and pulling.
āsounds likeā. he does it again, eying her to see if sheās getting it. ]
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eren and amelia
I almost feel like Michelangelo crafting his King David. Except there's two of you, ha ha! -Kasen was, at least, gleeful in his approach to the painting, working at a feverish pace. Hell, he didn't even expect either warrior to hear his little exclamations...-
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kasenās choice of words were . . . poetic, to say the least, and itās not like he could say no if the artist took the right precautions. an artist is going to art afterall, and he wouldnāt stop him from doing something he enjoyed. actually, even he wanted a copy.
heās probably got a base down for the painting already, so eren, without coming too close, peers down at the canvas to check out his progress. maybe just with a deep throat rumble to let him know where he is. ]
now in the correct order
Her rage was easier to keep under control with these kinds of breaks, letting her cool her head in between bouts, remember who she was. Even if her form was very different now.
She'd been about to attempt flying--without crashing into a house as a landing pad, this time--but now that Amelia remembered he was supposed to be there, she felt more than a bit self-conscious. Her take-offs and landings tended to be a bit clumsy. Instead, Amelia flicked her wings back, to better show off the black-to-red gradient at the edges.]
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heāll have to give that one a better go for him, it was coming along beautifully. eren steps back to another tree and begins using it as a dummy to spar, keeping his movements clean and constant, maybe a little slower to catch the right shape. like this? ]
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...hm, her neck was stiff. Having this many muscles to contend with was still a problem sometimes. Maybe just a stretch--a picturesque curl of the dragon's neck that emphasized her spikes and horns, that she held a bit longer than strictly necessary.]
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