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@wolverbells No need to stroke my ego, I already know I'm simply the best there ever was.
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Reese Kestrel
A heartbeat.
Or had it been several?
There was nothing that Reese could do; their imminent defeat was sure to come, and the boy was but another lost soul in the faceless crowd. Everything had happened too fast for him and his mind to handle emotionally, the madness taking a toll on his mental state as he was being helplessly carried through the massive mob at the northern gate. "Let me through!" Maston would say as the butcher struggled through the frightful people, a desperate bravado in his voice. "I have a child!"
It was without a doubt that grave damage was about to be dealt to humanity; a defeat so great that it had already begun to number their days. He imagined how life within the safe confines of Wall Sina, ignorant to the atrocity and great loss of life on this day, would not change. What would the government do, anyway? It was the military who were supposed to take action, and here, Reese watched the Garrison fearfully gather in small pockets around and on the northern gate, afraid to do a single thing.
"This can't be it," Reese conflicted within himself, at a disagreement with reality itself. His trembling fingers locked around one another, pressing into and around his skin. It was all real. "Uncle..."
"What are we doing?!"
Reese's head snapped to the roaring voice, trying to find its owner among the people. "Why are we standing here while the titans continue their destruction this way?!" His face lit up with surprise as it belonged to one of the Garrison stationed in the district, a fairly-built young man with strangely-fashioned black hair, and stormy-gray eyes that could easily captivate others' attention. He had shouted from halfway down the wall, using his gear to begin downwards as his feet kept himself near the base of the structure.
The boy was among others to look up at the soldier, but he had been speaking to the other Garrison members who refused to act. "This section of the wall will also be breached if we don't stop those titans!" the soldier continued, drawing two blades from the boxes at his thighs and brandishing his weapons. "And more people, more families, more children, will be killed if nothing will be done!"
"If we fall now, our lives, our training will mean nothing! All of those who died today will mean nothing!"
"We are the watchers on the wall," the soldier's voice cracked with passion, pointing a blade towards the central point where the titans were encroaching upon their position. "Our lives, or theirs!"
For the moment that Reese had listen to the soldier's talk, he felt a small ignition burn inside of his heart, even as his own cowardice and uncertainty remained. "Garrison, to me! Bixon, Asher, do not shut this gate until everyone has made it through!"
Even with the soldier's willingness to take control of the Garrison, a majority of the other soldiers did not listen to him as only few joined the young man as they flew back into the titan-infested district. Mere moments later, and only the smoke from the battlefield that transformed Shiganshina District remained in sight. As Maston arrived at the dock of the boats, he placed Reese down to his feet, kneeling and urgently sending the boy off first with blessings for safety.
Reese's legs mindlessly guided the boy towards the boat, the soldier reaching beyond the crowd to specifically accept him first. The youth's vision was blurry from the hysteria, finding a clear spot for himself as he sat down on the main deck of the boat. He cradled his legs into his chest, his chin resting at his knees as the boy tried to contain his tears. Even in safety, there was nothing but his memories of the dead to haunt him.
Or had it been several?
There was nothing that Reese could do; their imminent defeat was sure to come, and the boy was but another lost soul in the faceless crowd. Everything had happened too fast for him and his mind to handle emotionally, the madness taking a toll on his mental state as he was being helplessly carried through the massive mob at the northern gate. "Let me through!" Maston would say as the butcher struggled through the frightful people, a desperate bravado in his voice. "I have a child!"
It was without a doubt that grave damage was about to be dealt to humanity; a defeat so great that it had already begun to number their days. He imagined how life within the safe confines of Wall Sina, ignorant to the atrocity and great loss of life on this day, would not change. What would the government do, anyway? It was the military who were supposed to take action, and here, Reese watched the Garrison fearfully gather in small pockets around and on the northern gate, afraid to do a single thing.
"This can't be it," Reese conflicted within himself, at a disagreement with reality itself. His trembling fingers locked around one another, pressing into and around his skin. It was all real. "Uncle..."
"What are we doing?!"
Reese's head snapped to the roaring voice, trying to find its owner among the people. "Why are we standing here while the titans continue their destruction this way?!" His face lit up with surprise as it belonged to one of the Garrison stationed in the district, a fairly-built young man with strangely-fashioned black hair, and stormy-gray eyes that could easily captivate others' attention. He had shouted from halfway down the wall, using his gear to begin downwards as his feet kept himself near the base of the structure.
The boy was among others to look up at the soldier, but he had been speaking to the other Garrison members who refused to act. "This section of the wall will also be breached if we don't stop those titans!" the soldier continued, drawing two blades from the boxes at his thighs and brandishing his weapons. "And more people, more families, more children, will be killed if nothing will be done!"
"If we fall now, our lives, our training will mean nothing! All of those who died today will mean nothing!"
"We are the watchers on the wall," the soldier's voice cracked with passion, pointing a blade towards the central point where the titans were encroaching upon their position. "Our lives, or theirs!"
For the moment that Reese had listen to the soldier's talk, he felt a small ignition burn inside of his heart, even as his own cowardice and uncertainty remained. "Garrison, to me! Bixon, Asher, do not shut this gate until everyone has made it through!"
Even with the soldier's willingness to take control of the Garrison, a majority of the other soldiers did not listen to him as only few joined the young man as they flew back into the titan-infested district. Mere moments later, and only the smoke from the battlefield that transformed Shiganshina District remained in sight. As Maston arrived at the dock of the boats, he placed Reese down to his feet, kneeling and urgently sending the boy off first with blessings for safety.
Reese's legs mindlessly guided the boy towards the boat, the soldier reaching beyond the crowd to specifically accept him first. The youth's vision was blurry from the hysteria, finding a clear spot for himself as he sat down on the main deck of the boat. He cradled his legs into his chest, his chin resting at his knees as the boy tried to contain his tears. Even in safety, there was nothing but his memories of the dead to haunt him.
The box is a lie.
Poured my soul into that post, for some strange reason. hooray for death
Reese Kestrel
Reese gave his friends a smile as he was warmly welcomed, a slight misstep nearly causing the boy to come tumbling backwards down the hill before he brought the crate to the earth. He circled around the delivery container before he took a seat on its sturdy lid, its structure easily supporting his lightweight frame. Running a hand along the back of his head, he set his light-blond hair straight, looking between the three girls and occasionally, the other male that he was not personally acquainted with.
The youth puffed the right side of his cheek as he had to look up in order to do so, only seeing the other boy's height in futility now that Reese was sitting down. Even with the diet and amount of activity he had, Reese still found himself overshadowed by his peers, and seeing how the other boy was already so much taller sent a wave of discouragement to his futile efforts. Though, he did spend a large portion of his time travelling at the front or back of a wagon, while every time he had been in Shigashina, he had always seen the taller boy running along.'Will I always be a midget?' he thought.
"I've seen you around the city a lot," Reese looked to Gabriel, his face eager with curiosity. Maybe if I'm friends with the giant, I can learn his secret to growing taller.. "... but we haven't actually talked! My name'sā"
A flash of... lightning? Reese's introduction was immediately interrupted by the interjection of some phenomena, a strong tremor sending the boy halfway down the side of the hill as the delivery crate of meat spilled down the land. He struggled to pull himself up for a moment, his mind continuing to spin as he patted the top of his head a few times.
When he did come to his feet after recollecting his thoughts, Reese uttered a curse as he watched the ruined crate and its contents roll away from them. Just as the boy looked to ask of his companions about what had happened, his eyes shriveled in fear as plumes of steam surrounded a gigantic, fleshy hand that gripped the southern wall leading to the outside world. There's... no way, the wall is fifty meters. It can't be!
And it was.
The crimson, almost hideous face of the Colossal Titan lifted over the walls that had safeguarded them for centuries, its eyes boring a new fear within the boy's entire soul. Reese had been lost in the anxiety of his thoughts until the loud crash followed shortly after, screams from inside of Shiganshina District telling him exactly what had happened. The titan had breached the wall, the titans were there, the titans were coming to kill them all.
The boy's temporary inaction was stopped as the others spoke of their parents, spoke of an escape from the attack. Even as the people all around the land had begun to scatter for the boats on the canal, there was only one thought that surrounded itself among the bodies of the dead that he had seen. "My uncle is there," Reese spoke to himself while the kids seemingly separated, seeing them run back towards the northern gate to re-enter Shiganshina.
"Wait!" he called out to them, even as they grew smaller in his view and his voice went hoarse. "The titans are here..."
An unspeakable horror continued to shock all of the sensory elements to Reese's body, keeping the boy in a fearful adrenaline as he had battled himself to return to the district that had now become the den to the titans. The boy found himself weaving through the crowd, running through the screams and cries, in the opposite direction. "Uncleeeeeee!" the boy would call out as much as his waning courage allowed.
Reese had fully lost sight of the others in all of the madness, cutting through an alleyway that led into the northern portion of the marketplace. His legs cowered, his body in a struggle to turn the other way as he continued to run towards the death and mayhem. At the center section of the marketplace, the boy found his path obstructed by a part of the wall, crawling to his feet and attempting to fit through a small crevice in the debris before his heart stopped.
The boy could see the disproportionate heads and shoulders of two titans that towered over the buildings as they headed the titan's stampede on the district. Over there... He's...
Another being that was more overwhelming than his fear overtook Reese's body as the boy screamed, his arms and legs whirling in struggle. As the boy turned, he calmed only slightly as his captor was the face of Maston, the burly-bearded butcher that his uncle had told him to deliver the crate of meats to.
"What are you doing here, Kestrel?!" Maston shouted as he pulled the boy from the crevice in the debris, starting towards the northern gate. "That big one broke the wall, the titans are coming this way! We need to head for the boats!"
"My uncle!" Tears began to stream down Reese's face as his arms seemed to reach beyond the debris, as if he was reaching for his uncle. The boy continued to struggle within the butcher's grasp, crying madly. "We can't leave him! Please, we can't leave him!"
'That is simply the reality of our world, sonny.'
"Let go of me!" Reese continued through the burning of his tears, even as the boy's body grew tired and the distance towards him and wherever his uncle could have been only grew further apart.
The youth puffed the right side of his cheek as he had to look up in order to do so, only seeing the other boy's height in futility now that Reese was sitting down. Even with the diet and amount of activity he had, Reese still found himself overshadowed by his peers, and seeing how the other boy was already so much taller sent a wave of discouragement to his futile efforts. Though, he did spend a large portion of his time travelling at the front or back of a wagon, while every time he had been in Shigashina, he had always seen the taller boy running along.'Will I always be a midget?' he thought.
"I've seen you around the city a lot," Reese looked to Gabriel, his face eager with curiosity. Maybe if I'm friends with the giant, I can learn his secret to growing taller.. "... but we haven't actually talked! My name'sā"
A flash of... lightning? Reese's introduction was immediately interrupted by the interjection of some phenomena, a strong tremor sending the boy halfway down the side of the hill as the delivery crate of meat spilled down the land. He struggled to pull himself up for a moment, his mind continuing to spin as he patted the top of his head a few times.
When he did come to his feet after recollecting his thoughts, Reese uttered a curse as he watched the ruined crate and its contents roll away from them. Just as the boy looked to ask of his companions about what had happened, his eyes shriveled in fear as plumes of steam surrounded a gigantic, fleshy hand that gripped the southern wall leading to the outside world. There's... no way, the wall is fifty meters. It can't be!
And it was.
The crimson, almost hideous face of the Colossal Titan lifted over the walls that had safeguarded them for centuries, its eyes boring a new fear within the boy's entire soul. Reese had been lost in the anxiety of his thoughts until the loud crash followed shortly after, screams from inside of Shiganshina District telling him exactly what had happened. The titan had breached the wall, the titans were there, the titans were coming to kill them all.
The boy's temporary inaction was stopped as the others spoke of their parents, spoke of an escape from the attack. Even as the people all around the land had begun to scatter for the boats on the canal, there was only one thought that surrounded itself among the bodies of the dead that he had seen. "My uncle is there," Reese spoke to himself while the kids seemingly separated, seeing them run back towards the northern gate to re-enter Shiganshina.
"Wait!" he called out to them, even as they grew smaller in his view and his voice went hoarse. "The titans are here..."
An unspeakable horror continued to shock all of the sensory elements to Reese's body, keeping the boy in a fearful adrenaline as he had battled himself to return to the district that had now become the den to the titans. The boy found himself weaving through the crowd, running through the screams and cries, in the opposite direction. "Uncleeeeeee!" the boy would call out as much as his waning courage allowed.
Reese had fully lost sight of the others in all of the madness, cutting through an alleyway that led into the northern portion of the marketplace. His legs cowered, his body in a struggle to turn the other way as he continued to run towards the death and mayhem. At the center section of the marketplace, the boy found his path obstructed by a part of the wall, crawling to his feet and attempting to fit through a small crevice in the debris before his heart stopped.
The boy could see the disproportionate heads and shoulders of two titans that towered over the buildings as they headed the titan's stampede on the district. Over there... He's...
Another being that was more overwhelming than his fear overtook Reese's body as the boy screamed, his arms and legs whirling in struggle. As the boy turned, he calmed only slightly as his captor was the face of Maston, the burly-bearded butcher that his uncle had told him to deliver the crate of meats to.
"What are you doing here, Kestrel?!" Maston shouted as he pulled the boy from the crevice in the debris, starting towards the northern gate. "That big one broke the wall, the titans are coming this way! We need to head for the boats!"
"My uncle!" Tears began to stream down Reese's face as his arms seemed to reach beyond the debris, as if he was reaching for his uncle. The boy continued to struggle within the butcher's grasp, crying madly. "We can't leave him! Please, we can't leave him!"
'That is simply the reality of our world, sonny.'
"Let go of me!" Reese continued through the burning of his tears, even as the boy's body grew tired and the distance towards him and wherever his uncle could have been only grew further apart.
@HecateProxy What a nice late Mother's Day gift, huh? :p
@LordVoldemort I'M GOIN I'M GOIN
@wolverbells I hope you don't mind, but a small thing has been triggering my OCD, which is the title. I think we talked about it in the OOC where it should be the 104th Cadets, so that's an edit I'll make really quickly. Also gonna post right now! The fate of the box will be determined! :o
@LordVoldemort Your profile picture fits very well in the circumstance after seeing Playboy magazines.
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