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Gabriel Moreau - Wall Rose: Trost District



The sound of other Cadets catching up to Gabriel sent him in a small panic. He wasn't sure what had made him react in such a way, but he felt a need to defend himself. Of course, when he heard Grant speaking up to him by his side, he calmed down quite a bit, easing his hands on the grips. It was a difficult task to not show his fear, but he somehow managed. He had to. It was his duty as a role model and leadership figure. He looked behind to make sure the others were following and nodded in approval as the Cadets that were closest to him were following the call to regather at Headquarters. Looking back in front of him, he spoke up to Grant with a stern expression on his face. Of course, all of this was just to hide the true fear that he was feeling at that very moment. Every brave thing he did was to cover that weakness in his heart.

"I'd love to assist, Grant. You know I would more than anyone, but we can't. We're only Cadets. If the Garrison needs help, headquarters will assign us to assist them. Let them do their job and we'll do ours." These words escaped Gabriel's mouth with such ease that he seemed to be possessed the spirit of an orderly officer who sought to complete his duties above anything else. Of course, like the earlier actions he had made, this was all to mask his cowardice. In all honesty, Gabriel wanted to be as far away from the attack as possible. He loathed to see another Titan again, especially as it grabbed some poor soul. In fact, during his time in the Trainee Grounds, he had thought of joining the Military Police far before the Stationary Guard. It would not only keep him away from the titans, but give both his brother and himself a decent place to live. Of course, over time, his sentiments changed. To Gabriel, his duty to protect humanity was far more important than any weak-minded thoughts and concerns that surfaced at the reminder of his traumatic experience.

As the others began to close in and add in their words, Reese pointed out the headquarters. Gabriel nodded, making his way towards it as swiftly as he could, and touched down rather clumsily. This short moment of tripping was a likely break in the mascaraed that he veiled over himself. Picking himself up quickly, he immediately entered a salute towards the nearby officer, and reported in as swiftly as he could. "Cadet Gabriel Moreau, reporting and awaiting assignment, ma'am." After the salute, he fell back into the crowd and waited for the others to get done with reporting in to the officer. As Tanner made her way in, Gabriel thought of what to do as he stared at the one girl that had changed his thoughts on the way he perceived society. He waited in silence as she reported in, until she moved back in the crowd, where he approached her.

"Tanner, before we go out on this mission...I want to give you something." The young man reached into his pockets for a small item. Reaching out for Tanner's hand, he curled hers over the object, staring at her with more intensity than had ever been expressed in the past. "This is my family's ring; it was recovered by the Scouts during the Expedition that my father went missing in. I....I know he's....that doesn't matter. I just want you to take this. Please." As he let go of her hand, a sudden drop in his stomach seemed to take place. He felt sick, as if he knew that he was going to die. He had merely accepted the possibility that he would, and yet here he was, feeling as if the world was about to transpire against him. Nonetheless, he gave Tanner a reassuring smile and leaned in, giving her forehead a small peck, before turning to face the officer for assignment. In his heart, there was nothing but a cold feeling of dread that gripped him between it's ghastly claws. Somewhere however, a fire sparked in a small corner of his heart, and it spread to his eyes; the eyes of a warrior.
Gabriel Moreau - Wall Rose: Trost District



Gabriel flashed back to the present at the small tugging that he felt at his arms, because it was wrapped around by the very same person; Tanner. Most of his time spent during his time as a Cadet was spent rigorously training and preparing himself both mentally and physically, but as the last moment of their days passed by, he found other thoughts surfacing in his mind aside from his duties. When he first joined, he swore an oath to join the Stationary Guard in order to defend the Walls and protect it's citizens. Something inside of him cried out at him, clinging itself to his brain like a leach that sapped his psyche, as if to make him rethink his position entirely. He wanted to serve in the military - that was certain. As Tanner led him away, Gabriel let a small smile escape his grasp, his mind finally clearing up for once. It was a nice change of pace and allowed him to calm down from the stress that hit him hard. Nonetheless, the thought stayed there, waiting for him to be alone once more and cause him to blank out just like last time.

As Tanner spoke, he stared down into her eyes, returning the affectionate look that she gave him. When she finished speaking, a sudden flash of red sparked across his cheeks, his own eyes widening at her willingness to abandon her decision for him. He stood there like a statue, unable to truly speak. He could only look at her and note the change in her appearance and character. She had grown - far better than he had. He seemed to look almost the exact same, aside from a few inches in height and a sharper look about him, as well as a bit more hair on his face. He took extra care to trim it and make sure it was clean and well-groomed. In all honestly, it looked as if there was hardly any hair on his face. It appeared to look more like stubble than fully grown facial hair. My how they had grown into such fine young men and women. Even with the changes in character, Gabriel still found himself stumped in being great at social interactions. The situation he was in was quite difficult, especially because of who he was talking to.

As he thought of an answer, he looked away, and rubbed his arm nervously. Gathering as much courage as he could, he spoke up. "We should go into the Stat-" Before the boy was even able to reach the halfway mark of his sentence, the quick flash of yellow-gold and a thundering boom overtook the mood and scene. Gabriel, despite all of his planning, was struck with fear. His muscles tightened at the realization of what was going on, but his mind could not catch up. There was no possible way that it was there. The last time they saw it was when Wall Maria was breached. When Shiganshina was destroyed. When his family died. When he was a coward.

Before another thought could strike his thoughts or his body could move on it's own, Tanner pushed him off the side of the Wall. The combination of being forced over of the side, the Wall being attacked once more, and the sound of ensuing panic snapped him out of his terror. Gripping onto the handles of his Maneuver Gear, he fired a hook onto the side of the wall, just as a rock grazed his cheek, causing a small cut to form on his face. The blood that slowly moved down him felt cold, yet numb. Adrenaline took the place of fear as he clutched close to the Wall, holding his head closely to the stone. After a few seconds of secret thought, he looked over to the others and noticed quite a few had survived.

With not much a choice in his eyes, he called out to the others with a surprisingly loud voice. It was one of the only traits about the boy that could not have been guessed about him, considering his personality. "Everyone! We need to fall back and regroup! If Wall Rose falls, then so will Trost! We can't let another Shiganshina occur! Fall back and regroup!" Without another word, Gabriel used his gear to swing back to the small rallying point that was already in the making. In his mind, he knew what had to be done...but his heart did not. As he made his way back to get their first orders and to meet their first great challenge...he noticed something - his hands were shaking uncontrollably. For the first time, a look of annoyance, no, anger plastered his face.
@Poi@Mercurial Don't make me come over there and bop you both with magic for arguing....no seriously, don't make me. I'm at Key Wedt and I'd have to swim over there.
E L I E S T A L I




Eli looked over at the priestess with a raised brow, as if the name of the horse really mattered. He had made the whole thing as a joke, even if he did name the horse with a somewhat silly name. Taking hold of the reigns, Eli slowed his horse down a bit in order to mimic the pace of the two riders at his side. Reaching into his bag, Eli hoisted a book out with one hand, and used his other to open it; the contents were seen as blurs as the boy flipped from page to page with incredible speed. His eyes darted about as he took the information in quickly, trying to find the right page as he skimmed. When he finally reached the desired page, he smiled at the two, and held his hand out in front of him. "Check this out...don't Rhea know I'm showing you two, though. She might scold me about how it should be used for emergencies only."

Suddenly, without warning, a small light flashed within his hand, the intense heat resonating towards them, despite the small size of the flame. He toyed with the small ball of fire for a few seconds, the heat bouncing back and forth between them as he switched hands, the book resting on his lap. Letting out a deep breath, the flame disappeared, and it seemed that the cold from the wind arrived as soon as the fire was gone. He smirked, closed the book, and placed it back into his bag. "That's not even the kicker. I'll show you both later - I promise. I don't want to go back on my word, do I?" His smile grew wider and he turned his attention back towards the road, until Maize spoke up. He listened carefully and seemed to grow tense at the mention of a pirate raid on a port.
@LetMeDoStuff See you space cowboy...
@Tenma Tendo I approve of your character. Still doesn't mean I'm not scared of her. I hope she's not going to be too loyal to Eli. That's going to embarrass the hell out of him. He can't stand overly-duteous people when it's with him.
@Mistiel Hey Mist, do you think you can write more for your posts? We'd like the post to be bigger and have more information than this. It is Casual Rp after all and it is expected for you to have at least two-three paragraphs in the RP. Information and good writing is a great thing that we'd like to have. It doesn't have to be incredibly long so long as you can make the writing creative and colorful, but at least make it one paragraph please!
E L I E S T A L I




Eli continued to pet the horse's mane, grooming it with gentle care as he rode slowly through the grass fields that laid against the sides of the road. He looked over to the main group, spotting a young girl approaching him slowly. Eli, having gone through the same routine before, thought that she was coming to make some kind of move on him. It wasn't impossible; after all, this happened far more than a commoner thinks it would. "Please don't do what I think you're about to do..." His eyes wandered over to Jauna, remembering how she was supposed to be one of several handmaids he was to select as a bride. The thought made him gag slightly. He just didn't want to marry. He wanted to spend his time studying, exploring, and going out on adventures. That's all he ever wanted. As the Priestess approached, Eli put on a friendly smile, and sat up, giving the horse a few pats on the side of it's neck before taking the reins once more. When she spoke, he was relieved to hear her just making friendly chatter. "It's a very typical name, I would say. Lucille sounds far better of a name than 'Chester.' Of course, I was never really good at naming pets." He chuckled a little and looked forward, until the Bard made his way to his other side.

It felt a little weird to be sandwiched between two complete strangers. In fact, Eli must have thought that Rhea would be taking serious offense or was being provoked with how close they were getting to him. After all, what reason would she had to trust them? They were not only strangers, but commoners. Of course, with the Priestess, she had some claim of trust, being a part of the clergy and what-not. Even so, Eli hoped that Rhea wouldn't get too serious around them...even if he did look up to her for it. As the Bard spoke, Eli gave him a smirk, his brow raised in confusion. He had an extremely strange dialect, making it hard to follow at times, but he was nonetheless able to grasp what he had meant. He shook his head at the mention of the name 'Biscuit' and he laughed. "No, I suppose there isn't. It's a very plain name, though....kinda boring." He had a large smile on his face, then looked back forward at the land ahead of them. The grasslands of Estala were beautiful, but the south and northern parts of Estala were said to be covered with thick woods. Eli, having never seen the pines of the north, was excited to see them. He heard of many dark tales about creatures like werewolves, ghouls, and whatever creepy beasts that existed in folklore. Of course, these were all fake, but the environment of the northern pines must have been quite dark for such tales to be woven.

@LetMeDoStuff And I love you for loving Metal Gear.
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Boss, don't kill them. They're just kids...


Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... And my arm... even my fingers... The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past!
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