[Guy remains quiet as Peter vents his anger. He doesn't have the answers that the boy's looking for, no solid reassurance he can give. All he has at his disposal are questions upon questions. He thought that once they boarded the ship, things would clear up. But this situation was no better than Selena VII.
In other words: they were still in the dark.
Their planets were held hostage, the circumstances surrounding their boarding was shady as all hell... but what can they do at this point? The smart move--the one to be made in order to survive--is to keep your head down and walk forward, even if it meant walking straight into a trap.]
Hey. They made you an offer, didn't they? [It's a little out of the blue to be asking this, but--] You mind if I ask what they said?
[Surprisingly, out of all the weirdos he's met on his journey, not one of his friends were the sorts to enjoy fights. The look on Nic's face is way too gleeful for someone who's gotten into a scrape for Guy's liking. But he's a polite man: he'll try laughing it off instead.]
Ha ha, it's a little frightening when you say it like that.
Whoa there, that's a lot all at once! [Even so, he's grinning.] Nah. Where I come from, we were just rediscovering flight. A ship like this, though? It's like a dream come true, I'm telling you. If I ever get the chance, I'd love to pick it apart.
Man, so that's how it is... [Guy rubs the back of his neck, mentally taking notes. Obeying orders was nothing new to him. While he'd never been part of the military, years of living as a servant have taught him to jump when told to. If that's what he has to do here, he'll manage. Somehow.]
So is there a pattern to how we're split up? Or do they just like tossing people into whatever color they like?
[He holds up both hands, since he's only got three digits on each. One hand drops down.]
Green is us. Protection. Threats show up, we deal with them. We're the shields, the soldiers.
[Now the thumb on his other hand.]
Orange is recon and tech. They find out info, pass it on, handle most of the tech we see and get access to.
[Smallest digit goes down, leaving just the middle finger.]
Red's the internal group. If there's a threat inside, that's their job. They're also the stealth people. And finally, [his hand drops down,] there's Blue. Medical, leadership, and... everyone else.
I don't see any reason why they wouldn't be able to. [The proof, after all, was their presence upon this ship. Though he wonders if there was some limit they had as to what they could accomplish. Guy scratches his head, makes a note to himself to figure that out somehow.]
Not quite. I just don't recall seeing your face around, before. [ Besides, he's seen senior recruits just standing around before. ]
Green? You'll be under Armada's command, then. [ If he didn't know that before, in any case. Gino takes the offered hand, shaking politely; it's nice to know some of the newbies have manners still (a few he'd met earlier sure hadn't). ]
It's a pleasure. My name's Nobuchika Ginoza. [ A mouthful, to be sure. ] But, just Ginoza is fine.
[Out of a party of morally questionable people, Guy perhaps scores around the level of a friendly dog that occasionally bites the mailman. He blinks at Hiro's look, though he doesn't shy away from it. This kid seems to be the curious type: he's not going to fault him for that. All he can hope for is that he'll keep that curiosity by the time this mission's all said and done.
Hiro. [He should've pegged friendly dog as a hand-shaker. Even as Hiro reaches out to return the gesture, he's wondering if the guy is equally likely to be the high-fiving type.]
Also green. [His arm wiggles, as if to show off not just his cuff, but the Juggernaut band.] And thanks for humoring me. Must be pretty used to all the new guy stuff, huh?
Another engineer, huh... [In other words, a guy who sounds like he'd be great on orange.] The CDC's got an interesting way of sorting people. Man, you'd probably love the Neheda when you see her, then.
The Neheda? [Luke considers it.] That's the ship, right? What d'you think of it? [Because, you know, maybe this guy's an engineer, too? Luke is just curious in general, really.]
[He's careful in his motions when he reaches out to tap at her blackglass. It won't react to his touch--these things were coded to their owners, it seemed--but he can point out a few things here and there.]
You seem to have figured out how the menu works... [He moves his finger up.] If you go here, you should be able to get to the access files. It's simple enough.
[ She does her best to follow along, but the angle makes it awkward. Annie tilts her blackglass back to her, making the mental adjustments necessary for her to think of it as right side up even while holding it upside down. ]
If I go over here?
[ She taps the right corner, though with less precision than it wanted, failing to activate the menu. ]
It'd be cool if I was one, wouldn't it... [He shakes his head.] I know a kid called Green. He's got something called an Arcanine. The way you were commanding your dragon reminded me of the way he fights.
[ He's wrong, but he doesn't look disappointed; there's not the time for it. It's becoming not so surprising for people to know Green, but it's the next part that makes him pause when he thinks about it. ]
You saw us? [ Ah. Hold on. ] Wait - were you flying around in a suit?
[ Or he could have just seen them, that was possible, and the slight recognition he believes he hears for the man's voice may be his mind playing tricks.
[Guy nods, flashes a grin. It's not a bad plan. Animals are afraid of fire: what better way to get them where you want them to go, if not a small spark here and there? They won't have to put themselves directly in harm's way and, if all goes well, they'll wind up with minimal losses.]
You got it. We're going to turn them away from camp by using your fire here. If we can scare them the other way, the day'll be saved.
[She brings her opposite hand up to the flames, and soon enough, her arm is covered in red-orange fire. This is as ready as she'll ever be, all things considered.]
[He doesn't remember that far back, unfortunately. He accentuates this with a shake of his head.] Can't say I do. It kinda sprung up without any warning. You know how passions are. They catch you when you aren't looking.
[While she expecting to hear more juicy details on Guy's sordid love affair with technology, he does have a point when it comes to passions. Sometimes the epiphanies aren't as memorable as one would think.]
Okay, I'll let you off the hook with that one. [Hange shakes her head.] Though you know, the more I think about it the more I'm surprised they didn't assign you to Orange.
Well, that's what it sounded like to me. I wasn't around when Ajna happened, mind you. [It's something he's been chewing on throughout the course of this entire mission. Was it that they couldn't send supplies, or was it that they wanted to push the recruits to the brink? Failure of a mission doesn't seem likely, as he doubts the consequences for that would be pretty for any of the parties involved.]
And I'm afraid we have been here for a while. [He's begun to forget what it felt like to sleep somewhere where the wildlife wasn't constantly trying to kill you. He manages a humorless smile.] Taking care of an entire planet is something you can't exactly rush.
All the more reason you'd think they wouldn't want us to starve. [ She scuffs at the sand, considering. ] Self-sufficiency's one thing, but even that needs tools.
[ She's not saying anything he doesn't already know; Alice flashes her teeth back in acknowledgement. ]
So this is the first one you've...taken care of?
[ It's ugly phrasing, but she thinks he knows that too. ]
[You see awful things when you travel around Auldrant. The CDC isn't exactly a cakewalk, either. Creatures clawing their way from tears in the sky, the undead limping about in the sewers-- in retrospect, someone else might've run from the steaming corpse stretched out before them, none the wiser. But despite his easygoing countenance, Guy isn't someone who is quick to turn away. Not even from something like this.
He's not close to Eren. But Eren is a teammate. They're on the same crew, serving the same sentence together. If he can learn something about him out of this, Guy will consider it a benefit for the future. At the very least, it'll give him something to remember about this kid.
(Though it'll be hard to forget about something like this, that's for damn sure.)
Guy zips up his bag as Eren finishes off the water, attentive as he talks. He looks back over at him, curiosity preceding his concern. The kid isn't bleeding visibly now, at least. And he can piece together sentences.]
I thought titans were what people from your world fought against. [Beat.] Are shifters something you can choose to be?
[Eren's not doing a very good job of not making this confusing. But Guy is patient and curious enough to ask questions. And Eren is quick to be sure he doesn't have the wrong idea. He gives a vehement shake of the head.]
They are. They're humanity's greatest enemies. We need to wipe them out. We can't hide behind the walls forever.
[And for all his exhaustion, there's a sharp edge on his voice, an honest and hateful thing behind his eyes. He is not the blindly angry boy he'd been in the wake of Shiganshina's destruction, not anymore. But for all he's grown, he has not let his anger go, either.
He hates the titans. He hates being unable to fight back even more, so he does not resent his shifting. If given the choice now, he can't say he'd give it up, no matter what kind of monster it might make him. But it hadn't ever been his choice in the first place.
So as for Guy's question—]
It isn't normal. I don't know for sure why I can do it.
[He has vague memories, blackouts, half-baked suspicions, conclusions Hange has drawn from their testing. That's all. They'd never seen anything like it, until Trost. And for every person who'd considered him an ally there was another who considered him a threat. So no. (No?) He certainly didn't choose it. He hadn't had a chance. If his father really was responsible (his temples twinge, despite his recovering pallor. His shoulders flinch with it, his expression creases for a second, jaw gone tight.) and he'd given him a choice—what would he have done?
(And what about Annie and the others?)]
[It's not that he doesn't want to know what the hell his father was thinking. What he was up to. But it doesn't change the bottom line—]
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TSUNA.
[Tsuna...]
Don't mention it. People should look out after each other. [Said with a big smile, to boot.] You planning to have a look around the place?
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Uh— Maybe-? There'll be places for us to stay, right?
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PILOT.
I don't want to knock my chances for a promotion, obviously.
[Not that he wants one, anyway.]
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This one did not seek promotion. It simply came to him.
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PETER PARKER (THING #1)
[Guy remains quiet as Peter vents his anger. He doesn't have the answers that the boy's looking for, no solid reassurance he can give. All he has at his disposal are questions upon questions. He thought that once they boarded the ship, things would clear up. But this situation was no better than Selena VII.
In other words: they were still in the dark.
Their planets were held hostage, the circumstances surrounding their boarding was shady as all hell... but what can they do at this point? The smart move--the one to be made in order to survive--is to keep your head down and walk forward, even if it meant walking straight into a trap.]
Hey. They made you an offer, didn't they? [It's a little out of the blue to be asking this, but--] You mind if I ask what they said?
HANGE.
Believe me, I've had experience with things flying and exploding at me. [JRPG battles.. are...]
I think I'm more than ready to handle what's thrown at me.
NIC.
[Surprisingly, out of all the weirdos he's met on his journey, not one of his friends were the sorts to enjoy fights. The look on Nic's face is way too gleeful for someone who's gotten into a scrape for Guy's liking. But he's a polite man: he'll try laughing it off instead.]
Ha ha, it's a little frightening when you say it like that.
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i cAN'T hElp HoW i Say it. i'M DeAF.
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HINATA.
Whoa there, that's a lot all at once! [Even so, he's grinning.] Nah. Where I come from, we were just rediscovering flight. A ship like this, though? It's like a dream come true, I'm telling you. If I ever get the chance, I'd love to pick it apart.
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GARRUS.
Man, so that's how it is... [Guy rubs the back of his neck, mentally taking notes. Obeying orders was nothing new to him. While he'd never been part of the military, years of living as a servant have taught him to jump when told to. If that's what he has to do here, he'll manage. Somehow.]
So is there a pattern to how we're split up? Or do they just like tossing people into whatever color they like?
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[He holds up both hands, since he's only got three digits on each. One hand drops down.]
Green is us. Protection. Threats show up, we deal with them. We're the shields, the soldiers.
[Now the thumb on his other hand.]
Orange is recon and tech. They find out info, pass it on, handle most of the tech we see and get access to.
[Smallest digit goes down, leaving just the middle finger.]
Red's the internal group. If there's a threat inside, that's their job. They're also the stealth people. And finally, [his hand drops down,] there's Blue. Medical, leadership, and... everyone else.
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/wraps?
wraps it like a christmas present
XION
I don't see any reason why they wouldn't be able to. [The proof, after all, was their presence upon this ship. Though he wonders if there was some limit they had as to what they could accomplish. Guy scratches his head, makes a note to himself to figure that out somehow.]
What is it you want?
GINO.
[Gino's question is met with a soft laugh.] I look like it with how I'm standing around, don't I? Yeah. I'm one of the additions to the Green Team.
[Guy isn't without his manners. He offers a hand.] Guy Cecil.
bless u
Green? You'll be under Armada's command, then. [ If he didn't know that before, in any case. Gino takes the offered hand, shaking politely; it's nice to know some of the newbies have manners still (a few he'd met earlier sure hadn't). ]
It's a pleasure. My name's Nobuchika Ginoza. [ A mouthful, to be sure. ] But, just Ginoza is fine.
ヾ(*ゝω・*)ﾉ!
(*´・ｖ・)
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HIRO.
[Out of a party of morally questionable people, Guy perhaps scores around the level of a friendly dog that occasionally bites the mailman. He blinks at Hiro's look, though he doesn't shy away from it. This kid seems to be the curious type: he's not going to fault him for that. All he can hope for is that he'll keep that curiosity by the time this mission's all said and done.
At the question, he sticks out a hand.]
Guy Cecil. I'm on green. And you are?
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Also green. [His arm wiggles, as if to show off not just his cuff, but the Juggernaut band.] And thanks for humoring me. Must be pretty used to all the new guy stuff, huh?
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LUKE
Another engineer, huh... [In other words, a guy who sounds like he'd be great on orange.] The CDC's got an interesting way of sorting people. Man, you'd probably love the Neheda when you see her, then.
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ANNIE.
[He's careful in his motions when he reaches out to tap at her blackglass. It won't react to his touch--these things were coded to their owners, it seemed--but he can point out a few things here and there.]
You seem to have figured out how the menu works... [He moves his finger up.] If you go here, you should be able to get to the access files. It's simple enough.
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If I go over here?
[ She taps the right corner, though with less precision than it wanted, failing to activate the menu. ]
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wow im sorry for sudden ~brooding~ thoughts
don't apologize i love this stuff so much aaah
good ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡
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RED.
It'd be cool if I was one, wouldn't it... [He shakes his head.] I know a kid called Green. He's got something called an Arcanine. The way you were commanding your dragon reminded me of the way he fights.
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You saw us? [ Ah. Hold on. ] Wait - were you flying around in a suit?
[ Or he could have just seen them, that was possible, and the slight recognition he believes he hears for the man's voice may be his mind playing tricks.
But it doesn't hurt to ask. ]
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HANNA.
[Guy nods, flashes a grin. It's not a bad plan. Animals are afraid of fire: what better way to get them where you want them to go, if not a small spark here and there? They won't have to put themselves directly in harm's way and, if all goes well, they'll wind up with minimal losses.]
You got it. We're going to turn them away from camp by using your fire here. If we can scare them the other way, the day'll be saved.
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[She brings her opposite hand up to the flames, and soon enough, her arm is covered in red-orange fire. This is as ready as she'll ever be, all things considered.]
Lead the way, and I'll follow.
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HANGE.
[He doesn't remember that far back, unfortunately. He accentuates this with a shake of his head.] Can't say I do. It kinda sprung up without any warning. You know how passions are. They catch you when you aren't looking.
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Okay, I'll let you off the hook with that one. [Hange shakes her head.] Though you know, the more I think about it the more I'm surprised they didn't assign you to Orange.
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ALICE.
Well, that's what it sounded like to me. I wasn't around when Ajna happened, mind you. [It's something he's been chewing on throughout the course of this entire mission. Was it that they couldn't send supplies, or was it that they wanted to push the recruits to the brink? Failure of a mission doesn't seem likely, as he doubts the consequences for that would be pretty for any of the parties involved.]
And I'm afraid we have been here for a while. [He's begun to forget what it felt like to sleep somewhere where the wildlife wasn't constantly trying to kill you. He manages a humorless smile.] Taking care of an entire planet is something you can't exactly rush.
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[ She's not saying anything he doesn't already know; Alice flashes her teeth back in acknowledgement. ]
So this is the first one you've...taken care of?
[ It's ugly phrasing, but she thinks he knows that too. ]
GREEN.
[Guy laughs.]
Idiot. That's even more motivation for me to stay alive, you know.
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Then maybe you should have thought twice before eating that thing. [ He never said he wanted you dead, baka!!! ]
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LUKE.
A huge jerk you missed.
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EREN.
[You see awful things when you travel around Auldrant. The CDC isn't exactly a cakewalk, either. Creatures clawing their way from tears in the sky, the undead limping about in the sewers-- in retrospect, someone else might've run from the steaming corpse stretched out before them, none the wiser. But despite his easygoing countenance, Guy isn't someone who is quick to turn away. Not even from something like this.
He's not close to Eren. But Eren is a teammate. They're on the same crew, serving the same sentence together. If he can learn something about him out of this, Guy will consider it a benefit for the future. At the very least, it'll give him something to remember about this kid.
(Though it'll be hard to forget about something like this, that's for damn sure.)
Guy zips up his bag as Eren finishes off the water, attentive as he talks. He looks back over at him, curiosity preceding his concern. The kid isn't bleeding visibly now, at least. And he can piece together sentences.]
I thought titans were what people from your world fought against. [Beat.] Are shifters something you can choose to be?
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They are. They're humanity's greatest enemies. We need to wipe them out. We can't hide behind the walls forever.
[And for all his exhaustion, there's a sharp edge on his voice, an honest and hateful thing behind his eyes. He is not the blindly angry boy he'd been in the wake of Shiganshina's destruction, not anymore. But for all he's grown, he has not let his anger go, either.
He hates the titans. He hates being unable to fight back even more, so he does not resent his shifting. If given the choice now, he can't say he'd give it up, no matter what kind of monster it might make him. But it hadn't ever been his choice in the first place.
So as for Guy's question—]
It isn't normal. I don't know for sure why I can do it.
[He has vague memories, blackouts, half-baked suspicions, conclusions Hange has drawn from their testing. That's all. They'd never seen anything like it, until Trost. And for every person who'd considered him an ally there was another who considered him a threat. So no. (No?) He certainly didn't choose it. He hadn't had a chance. If his father really was responsible (his temples twinge, despite his recovering pallor. His shoulders flinch with it, his expression creases for a second, jaw gone tight.) and he'd given him a choice—what would he have done?
(And what about Annie and the others?)]
[It's not that he doesn't want to know what the hell his father was thinking. What he was up to. But it doesn't change the bottom line—]
But we can use it to fight back.
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