sticks out the leggie

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WHO: eren jaeger and you 👊
WHERE: in and out of recollé!
WHEN: throughout the month of march!
WHAT: small catchall with some open + closed prompts that include travel, exploring a birthday and more! if you’d like a prompt or plotting just contact me at liberos or owlteer#3609 on discord!
WARNINGS: eren

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[ in the woods during occasional afternoons and evenings apart from each other, one might hear and feel the trembles fanning across the earth, the distant sounds of roars and monstrous screeches— it might not be best to get too close, because tucked away into the depths of trees are two enormous beings. one, a titan, many who will recognize as eren (or the same titan that mindlessly rampaged the woods two months ago), and a thorny, black scaled dragon just about the same giant size. the two seem to be duking it out, fighting even, but you can watch and approach later once eren’s done for the day, like now. at least you get to see pacific rim live in the meantime, or paint a lovely picture of two majestic beings if you so wish 👀 ]

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[ moving further into the woods with amelia was a must for their sizes, it didn’t really matter how much they needed to trek. so, sucks for amelia. at least there are small trails and a lack of knee-deep snow to walk through, unlike magatus, so it isn’t a long walk to start. eren looks toward fallen trees and dismantled bark, uplifted roots that have become new habitats for nature— at least he hasn’t done so much harm after all. ]

This is it.

[ if it’s far off enough that he shifted here with zero problems (only the occasional retrospec user, apparently, but), then it’s 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, you’ll try and get me out of the titan.

[ so you know NO ACTUAL SLASHING HIS NECK BECAUSE THAT COULD KILL HIM. ]

[smothershadow]

[After the first few times she distastefully brushed some twigs or mud from her dress, Amelia...stopped bothering. When a bramble snagged onto her sleeve, the older woman irritably yanked her arm forwards and left little tears in the fabric. A problem for Somebody Else. She had other things to do.

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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No.

[ 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 it’s 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 he’s enveloped. ] but my real body is still in the neck. You change completely, right?

[smothershadow]

[Amelia's gaze flicks to the flash of steel, but the blade only clicked as it folded back on itself, like he was putting it away. Her nose wasn't sensitive enough in this form to notice anything amiss yet.]

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 this— [she flicked her hand and sleeve] —is far too real to be one.

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Like magic.

[ 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. there’s a small soft in the grass below, like a solitary raindrop pelting the ground. the skies are rather clear for anything pluvial— a better look would take things to the blood dripping from eren’s coiled fist. ]

Should I get you angry?

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[The older woman's face drew into a flat line, and she shook her head.]

...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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[ that’s what they needed— more means, more possibilities, and he’s glad he could draw some thought out of her for it. he continues to watch her, his hand wet and the ground painted with more blotches of red.

chaos. something sudden. a challenge. there’s nothing more sudden than rolling with the punches, and this is what eren’s 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 isn’t clear, but his eyes speak just as clear as words.

i’m going to hurt you if you don’t do something. ]

This is what I need.

[ but that’s 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

[smothershadow]

[The crackle of lightning startled Amelia first; she jerked her arm back and recoiled in alarm, shielding herself ineffectually with her sleeve. The look on Eren's face was also concerning, but not as immediate. By the time she moved, the energy had already struck and gone, firing off into the sky.

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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[ eren knee he could count on her to be successful, a fist caught as the rest of him form enough to properly stand. the good part about this is that eren wasn’t about to let her breathe, not even for a second. as the dragon captures his arm from its rapid descent, he’s already reeling back the other, aiming a swerving uppercut to the side of her head. keep moving, amelia. ]

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[Minako was their teammate for that second to last leg of Magatus' trials, so it's probably appropriate that she sees their fighting happen. She doesn't approach, though, not wanting to get involved. But she does want to stay close by in case Amelia needs help...

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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[ eren, a titan at the moment, maintains his larger form a while after the spar for his own personal stamina gain— he had limits that he wonders if he work to exceed, just as anything, so keeping a clear head for as long as possible and constantly shift was a good way to do it. there are some trees that have fallen, and eren uplifts the rest to attempt to replant them, kneeling toward the roots and cupping away some dirt to force it back into the earth.

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 “oh”), 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...

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[How odd?? The giant doesn't seem to be hostile anymore-- in fact they're being helpful. Which tells Minako that this bears more investigating. She and Samael zip past the newly cleared pathway, but wind back a minute later, the dragon steadily rising into the air as he goes.

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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[ by all means— he’s completely docile despite the halloween-like appearance. he’s aware he’s pretty high up for them, and he does like more leveled conversations, so . . . slowly (not by much, he’s just big), the titan shifts to the ground to sit and cross his legs, making the trees shake as he does.

and lifting a hand, it’s clearly an intellegent, universal gesture. hello to you, too. ]

I'M GOMEN

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[Whoaaa. Minako immediately gets bright eyed with interest, all fear gone. In fact, she's leaning so far forward that Samael has to sway a bit to accommodate her and prevent her from tipping over and crashing to the ground.]

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 😚

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[ so . . . what do you do when your identity is completely secret still? if eren could have the titan smile now, he would, but— no lips. eyes remain softer than what the brute edges of his brows usually allow, making a complying grunt. something like that, minako.

in fact, eren points to her, careful not to push her or her dragon out of the sky with a poke or something. he’s pretty sure he’s a colleague of yours, too. ]

>3< ♥

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Aha! I knew it. You were really going at it but you guys stopped so easily...

[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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[ not sure if cute or cute. eren can’t even be made, although his brows do scrunch up a little as she keeps talking and, doesn’t get it in the slightest.

time for plan b. does minako know charades? he holds his hand out, “wait” or “slow down”. then, the titan makes a gesture, pinching at the lobe of his pointed ear and pulling.

“sounds like”. he does it again, eying her to see if she’s getting it. ]

eren and amelia

[liberal_arts]

-While Kasen's eccentric nature wasn't a new thing for either Eren or Amelia, they probably both had a good slow blink at the offer he'd made to actually paint the two behemoths sparring. By Kasen's mind, and how he put it to them, there was an otherworldly elegance to both forms, and the idea of capturing the image of their nature was too fascinating to pass up. How often did an artist get to depict something like this, right out of classical myth and fantasy?-

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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[ breaks are needed every once in a while, especially when one is exploring limits to a new form. for eren, he’s making additions as he goes, testing time limits and shifts on his own the more he’s more comfortable in the steamy cock pit of his titan— an hour each, three shifts at maximum. he had to get better at that.

kasen’s choice of words were . . . poetic, to say the least, and it’s not like he could say no if the artist took the right precautions. an artist is going to art afterall, and he wouldn’t stop him from doing something he enjoyed. actually, even he wanted a copy.

he’s 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

[smothershadow]

[Briefly, Amelia had forgotten they had an audience. Kasen's voice drifted up from the ground as a small surprise, and the dragon peered down after it. It took a bit of searching to find him amongst the trees, well back at a safe distance.

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.]

[liberal_arts]

-Eren may needed to peer a bit more closely given his giant eyes, but the image was coming along nicely. Mostly done in black and red inks, watercolors applied to a canvas in the traditional Japanese style he'd been studying up on. It looked like something out of an ancient fairytale book so far, like the sort of thing passed down in legends to children gathered around a fire...-

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[ don’t mind if he does, although he’ll have to step back a little so he doesn’t fall right into them, haha. that wouldn’t be good. once eren stoops down and gets a better look, his throat makes an ahh sound through closed jaws. it— looks like something from a legend, it really does. getting his pose like that, wow . . .

he’ll 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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[Amelia's vision wasn't hawk-sharp, but she could make out the shapes and the colors on the paper. That coloration was correct, as far as her wings went. That dragon's horns weren't golden enough for her liking, though.

...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.]

[liberal_arts]

You've both gone from sparring to preening. Don't tell me you're not enjoying this. -Kasen laughed, taking note of their poses and appreciating the help, none the less. Especially if he was going to be doing multiple pictures. He set down a new sheet, setting aside the first one to dry, and began quickly inking out the new poses, happily humming as he did so.-