♔ kingdom of {lies} snk plot

[cass]

Captain Levi Heichou

He’d agreed to the given job with a slight nod of the head, eyes unwavering as he stared at the man who had handed him the piece of paper with the required information on it. He was a short man — and for Levi to even admit that the man must have been some sort of Imp, Levi was not tall, not at all, in fact he was one of the shortest people he had ever come across, that was for a fully grown man. The man before him had beady eyes and a long hooked nose, giving off the faint impression of a rat, as distasteful an appearance as the man surely was. Levi could smell him from the seat he sat on, and had to resist the strong urge to curl his lip in disgust. For a moment he wondered how long it would take to get the dirt out of the carpet, or how long he’d have to keep the window open to remove that smell completely from his room. He’d think about that later, there were more pressing matters at hand.

(He had to pretend that his work was far more important then his clean room. Sometimes it was increasingly difficult to remain under that facade, especially when men such as the rat in front of him just tromped in, showering the clean ground with dirt, mud and filth. Oh how his patience was tested.)

Instead s small, cruel smirk danced on the edges of his lips, a cutting curve of the lips that held no warmth. It was like ice. Everyone seemed to blanch under the cold gaze of Captain Levi Heichou, the man before him was no exception, he seemed desperate to look anywhere but at Levi’s face. It was no wonder that the short, iron hard man was known as the stuff of nightmares, a reputation built on years and years of cold deeds and inexplainable acts of ruthlessnes. It was any wonder the man had a heart at all, but he did, he’d often pressed a hand to the scarred skin on the side of his chest, fingers almost expectant to find not a single thing, but after a few moments there it would be. The drum of a heart, and it fooled the Peacekeeper into believing that he wasn’t as tough, rough and deadly as his thought he was. He was only human, after all.

Brown eyes survey the papers, flicking over them with cool calmness, on the inside he was displeased. the outside remained a mask of calmness. The requirements for this expedition were low and he knew his squad of six were more then capable of doing this. The expectations he had placed upon them were enough to fulfil this task several times over. And yet he was being assigned a filed exercise that any normal Peacekeeper could do. The words before him hardly hinted at anything other then the ordinary run of the mill kill the Mutt go home. But why would the Head Peacekeeper’s give the Special Operations squad such a simple task? There was only one thing that struck his mind, there was a twist to it. Something that made it too dangerous for ordinary Peacekeeper’s. But if that were true why would it not be written here? In fact, he was positive he could just take Mikasa with him and get it done in one day.

In fact himself and any other squad member could have completed it with ease.

However, he could not do that, it had been well over two weeks since they had received their last assignment, and day in day out structured training was becoming a bore. He could tell Jean was slipping into the deadly state of complacence, Sasha was losing her edge, just yesterday he had caught her steeling from the kitchen — the act had been so completely unplanned that it was any wonder she had gotten even into the room. Everyone knew she was a capable thief, so it had been mildly surprising to catch the normally ghost-like adult with the food in her hands.

How odd.

Looking upwards once more he made a ‘shooing’ gesture, indicating the weasel man to leave.

”Close the door, as you leave.” He ordered, tone crisp and cold. The man nodded, hands wringing nervously together before he dashed out, door closing with a soft click. Sighing Levi stood upwards, he found himself having to force his eyes to gaze at the destruction of his clean carpet. ”Fuck.” He snapped, eyes glaring at the smears of dirt, the anger in that gaze had compelled people to act when fear had frozen them in place. If only dirt was the same.

Grabbing the jacket that ay across the desk he shrugged it on, hands gripping the paper, making his way out of the room he moved down the hallway — it was extremely difficult to walk out of that room, knowing he was to return to grim and filth. Perhaps he could get Jean to clean it. No, that would be no good, the guy was an idiot, he’d make it dirtier. Mikasa seemed the only one capable of cleaning decently, but that essentially had to do with the fact that she did everything flawlessly.Regardless, if he wanted his room perfect he would have to do it himself. The hallways were unsurprisingly quite, with only six people living within the entire building there was little noise, pleasant enough, but sometimes it did get lonely. Levi was used to it, however.

Earlier that morning he had called for a four o’clock meeting, with ten minutes to go he moved into the meeting room — a large oak table took up most of the room, around it sat six chairs, to be filled by each member of the squad. As usual Armin and Mikasa were already seated, early and ready to go. Levi took his position up at the head of the table. Leaning back in the chair he placed the papers in front of him, dark eyes riveted to the door.

Hurry up, filthy brats.

Looking at Armin he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Arlert look over these with Ackerman. Tell me what you think whilst we wait for the others."

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[Python]

Just another day in the world we live

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A R M I N A R L E R T
PEACEKEEPER | TWENTY-TWO| MALE

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The hallways were as silent as a graveyard. The only voice he heard was his own, confined to the insides of his skull as he wandered the empty corridors drinking the echoes of his own footsteps. The peace was a welcome wonder to his ears, but it was gradually growing too repetitive for anyone’s liking. Two weeks without a single mission plunged eager Peacekeepers into bouts of restlessness and impatience, and being cramped up within these walls with nothing to pass the time but training, cleaning and socializing (which always had its limits) was destructive to sanity. Soon enough he knew the frequent bickering between Jean and Eren would escalate to dangerous levels, and everyone would be forced to take a breather outside and away from headquarters until everything simmered. That, or perhaps a new assignment would snap everyone out of their misery before anything troublesome could occur.

Missions were frightening and perilous (he was used to them by now, but the dread was always an unwanted guest in his gut), so he didn’t miss them as much as everybody else did. A mission always meant trouble, and trouble entailed innocent lives being stolen from the world. Two weeks without any sign of danger should be something to cheer about, yet he also felt guilty for thinking this way. He had been trained for this; shouldn’t he want to do something? Shouldn’t he want to be like the others? He always tried and he always failed. Two weeks without activity was both a blessing and a curse, though now that his mind was dwelling on the matter it felt more like a curse. They all needed something to channel their energy into besides training, because even that was starting to thicken with unwanted tension.

Armin returned to his bedroom for the fourth time today. It had been cleaned once and rearranged twice within the second week of idleness due to his own craving for activity. All he could do now was read, wander empty halls or find Eren and Mikasa if they weren’t already busy. Thirty minutes from now it would be four o’clock, when they were meant to be summoned to a meeting scheduled by Levi. As he sat on the edge of his bed, sunlight spilling through the blinds in white strips across his back, he wondered if the meeting would bring anything significant to the table besides training schedules. A new assignment would be music to everyone’s ears. Two empty weeks? Surely something was happening outside of the capitol. In his experience there was always something lurking – it was only a matter of discovering it.

When the long hand of the clock brushed fifteen minutes to four he abandoned his quarters and walked into the conference room, always eager to arrive early so he could gather his thoughts before everyone else filed in. Mikasa was next to slip inside, and Armin offered her a smile. Several minutes later came Levi, and Armin’s back instantly stiffened as if jerked by a silent command. Until the end of time Levi would be the most intimidating person he had ever met, even more so than Mikasa – or maybe that was only because he had adjusted to her mannerisms.

Suddenly Armin found himself face-to-face with a sheet of text. By the looks of it they finally had a new assignment. After a prompt “Yes sir,” he read over it twice, eyebrows furrowing further and further the longer his eyes flickered across familiar words. ”Tell me what you think,” Levi had demanded. He knew what his opinions were on the subject, but would they agree with Levi’s expectations of him? ”This…doesn’t sound like it meets our criteria,” he finally squeaked, eyes still glued to the text. He continued scanning the words as he processed his thoughts, searching for his own mistakes. He found none – this really was something completely beneath their league. ”This is something a normal Peacekeeper could do.”

It was only a mutt. A single mutt roaming the outskirts of the capitol, probably an escaped mutation and a potential hazard to the citizens. Danger was their game, but one little mutt? A team of average Peacekeepers could dispose of something so meager. ”Unless..” he was thinking out loud now, gaze never once leaving the lines of text. It was only an exaggerated guess but it was too late to take the words back. The way this document had been written – it lacked detail. It was ambiguous. How lethal was the mutt? How many lives had it claimed, if any at all? Why couldn’t a normal team of Peacekeepers handle it themselves? For their team to have been given this assignment it was either a courtesy or an honest dilemma. There could be no other explanation. ”Unless there’s something they’re not telling us.”

He finally looked up from the document. ”Whatever it is could be the reason why a regular team of Peacekeepers hasn’t been dispatched.” His eyes found Mikasa, and he wondered whether his guesses were even plausible. Or did his words just sound like paranoid rambling?

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[shrimp]

eren jaeger

It's been far too long since their last mission.
Even Eren knows that something's up.

Of course, he's enjoyed his time off as much as the next person (but not as much as Jean, Eren supposes as he walks down the hallway with an extra bounce in his step), but he's missed the wind rushing through his face and the monsters falling with a screech at his feet. He's been kept idle for longer than he can bear; there's only so many chess games one can play before one can no longer stand losing to Armin Arlert anymore. Plus, rent was coming up and with the three of them without a job, Eren wasn't sure how they'd be able to pay rent if they were put on indefinite leave.

Shit I hope I'm not late, Eren thinks as his quick steps turn into hurried paces. He's still practically across the building and while he's sure everyone else (save for his two best friends) will be there later than he is, that's no excuse for not doing his best to get there on time and punctual. It's time to get back to work, to vanquish the evil that's plagued the outskirts of the districts and the wilds of Panem with their corrupting malice. His smirk widens slightly as he imagines his blade ripping into flesh - it's about time they finally did something exciting again.

When he opens the door, Heichou looks irritated as fuck and Mikasa and Armin are already at the table, reading over a pamphlet that looks about as thin as the flakes on a croissant; why so little information, he wonders. There's no use asking though, because Armin pipes up as Eren settles himself into a nearby seat. Something they're not telling us, how could they do such a thing? Surely the Capitol would want to tell all the required information to the Peacekeeping force that kept their nation serene and calm. His eyebrows narrow as he walks over to Armin, leaning over his shoulder to read the text.

"There's only one thing to do then," he mutters as he scans the block of text, as unhelpful as he assumed it would be.

"We have to be at our absolute best, no matter what. The Capitol expects us to get the job done, so that's what we have to do."

"It'll be fine, Armin. I'm sure of it."

Yet as idealistic as he is, Eren can't put all of his faith in his own words.

[semper]

Honestly, it’s become a rather bad habit of mine to sleep fully dressed. There was one time that we had an urgent mission in the middle of the night and I didn’t have time to change out of my sleepwear so I bolted out the door with only a T-shirt and flannel pants on. It wasn’t fun having to explain myself to Heichou and dealing with the snickers of everyone else, so from that day on I was determined to never be caught like that again. Hence why, even now as I’m lying in bed, I’m not wearing flannels. Casual wear, yes, but spiffy to the point that I could walk out the door and look socially acceptable. The top of the nightstand beside my bed is bare aside from a clock and unframed picture propped up against it. Often I find myself looking at the fading image as the time slowly ticks by, and I wonder what the two little redheads and their mother and surrogate aunt are up to: if the twins are getting into trouble, passing their tests at school, giving their aunt a hard time for whatever reason. In the picture the twins are sitting in their mother’s lap while Bell shows them a picture book; she’s smiling, wrinkles spreading out from the corners of her eyes, and an old, timely aura about her. The twins’ faces are lit up and it never ceases to amuse me. (I’m missing watching them grow up.) We’ve recently had plenty of time to lounge around and, while it’s certainly odd, I can’t say that I haven’t enjoyed it. (Well, despite the petty arguments I’ve gotten into with Eren over the past two weeks – everything else has been chirpy.) Often it’s crossed my mind to sneak out and go home for an hour or so but I truly do fear Heichou’s wrath. I know he isn’t too fond about how lax everything’s become but, really, every now and then we should have a break like this (and I can already hear his dark voice saying some threat about going to pick daisies if I’m so intent on being lazy). We train hard, we work even harder, so surely a breather is in order. But I do miss the thrill of a chase: blood pumping, heart drumming, the unpredictability of it, and feeling like I’m useful and working toward an actual goal. Like I’m not here to just take up space. Like I have meaning and a purpose. With a grumble I hoist myself up off the bed and thus begins the two minute countdown to the start of the meeting. I carefully place the picture in my pocket and head out without haste, meandering down the awfully familiar halls to the meeting. As expected, Armin and Mikasa are already present, as well as Heichou – and Eren. I don’t dislike him enough to strike unprompted, so I take my seat across the table from the trio and catch the tail end of their conversation. “Whatever it is could be the reason why a regular team of Peacekeepers hasn’t been dispatched.” “It’ll be fine, Armin. I’m sure of it.” I scratch at my head and curiosity – as well as the kindling of excitement for a mission – starts to claw at me. ”What does it say?”

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hey, brother
there's an endless road to rediscover
hey, sister
know the water's sweet but blood is thicker
oh if the sky comes crashing down for you
there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do

[gamemaker kelsier]

“Saw her in the amazon
With the voltage running
t h r o u g h h e r s k i n”

She'd spent the last few minutes before the meeting tracing the lines on her wrists that were first applied eight years ago. She had gotten them refreshed every year since the first time, when her mother's hands had carefully and steadily carved her family's crest into her skin. Sometimes, when she was sad, she felt like she could remember exactly how that first pain felt. At the time, it had been enormous, but she'd smiled bravely for her parents. Now she'd had larger, harsher pains since. Sometimes she wishes she could go back to the day she was eight and relive that pain from then. If that was the worst and sharpest pain she would ever have felt, it would be a relief to her.

Such fancies were silly.

Besides, for all the lemons that she had been given, Mikasa had always held the firm belief, ever since that day at least, that it was best not to grumble and just pelt them at her enemies in rapid succession. Mayhaps they were not as good as apples as a weapon, but the juice stung well enough. She had learnt to barb her lemons with juice by cutting into them and then tossing.

Such as she was, life had shaped her into it.

Mikasa Ackerman had begun to hear her name whispered in the hallways of the Peacekeeper training building. It would catch her around corners, follow her wherever she went. People seemed to know more about her than she knew herself. She ran a nail down one of the lines, remembering how at that point, she'd laughed. Her mother had told her that one line might be something to laugh at, but as a whole, the image would be terrifying. She'd always wanted to solidify that statement.

Her feet took her down the hallway far too early, always at the meetings far earlier than she had to be. Someone had asked her once if she had anything else to do. She'd only stared at them until they had eventually become unnerved and went away. The truth was, she wasn't sure. She always did her training in the morning, so the afternoon hours were made for nothing unless Erin and Armin wanted her. Sometimes she'd go to see what they were doing anyway just because once she was worried she was insubstantial.

When she slipped into the meeting room, Armin was already there. He smiled at her and she slipped into the seat beside him, instantly comforted. Armin was very important to her, he had been her friend since she arrived at the Capitol and was unafraid of her as far as she knew. She scraped her chair closer to her friend, as if making space for the phantom that filled the chair beside her and tucked her chin into the maroon muffler that she always wore.

It wasn't long before Captain Heichou entered the room in a huff and gave Armin their mission, asking the two of them to look it over. She read silently and let her brain tick away, making sure to double read everything to make sure she had it correct. As Armin spoke, he looked at her for approval. She knew why he insisted on doing so. He was always certain that whatever he came up with was always wrong, which was stupid, frankly. He was one of the smartest people that she knew, in truth, she trusted his judgement above most everyone. Except Erin. Where Armin seemed to be more logical, Erin always went with what he thought was right in his heart. Whatever he chose, she would always go with it.

She nodded at him as he gave his opinion. What he was saying seemed correct to her too. Some more information would be appreciated, but one had to work with what one was given. She was about to voice this when Erin entered, almost climbing over them in order to get at the mission. As usual, he was optimistic. She felt his words seep under her skin and the weight that had been sitting on her chest all afternoon began to slip off again.

"We have been chosen to take down a mutt. However, I agree with Armin, something does not sound right," Mikasa stated. She turned her head to look back at the Captain, feeling almost comfortable again. "Sir, was there no more information? Where did the order come from, if I may be so bold?"

[[nyte]]

(How it was to be cursed.) Yet again trapped within the shadows, hiding from the footsteps which shook the room, making it nearly impossible to keep my breath trapped within my lungs. (I cannot truly be back here.) His drunken shouts only intensify the longer it goes without a sign of me. Small hands are pressed against my eyes, keeping the salty diamonds from falling onto the wooden floor, as even the soft splat of her tears was far too loud. (Wake up! Wake up!)

It's as if my finger had pressed itself against a light socket. The jolt that ran through my body upon my awakening was nothing less of painful. My heart beats sporadically, my hand pressed against it tightly seeming to caress it into  a calmer state. Yet another terror had haunted my nights. I let my breath return to normal before I begin to move about the my apartment. I pull out a stiff white shirt and pants covered in a dark jean before opening the shades. 

I was not surprised to see that the sun had yet to rise, as my terrors rarely allow me more than a few hours sleep. I do not attempt to fall into sleep's futile embrace yet again, as I will simply be jarred awake once more. Yet I do not mind, as for the first time in a long while had a purpose. I had received the notice before my brief affair with sleep. To report to the captain for further briefing. 

i don't much care what we were commissioned to do. Any escape from the dull confines of my life was something I would do without much question. (Tell them why you really wish to risk your life Historia. Tell them why you want to be the hero). 

The time passes quickly, the clothes pulled over my body in delicate haste, the rest of the  night's slow transition to day was spent curled upon a window sill. Watching as the sun slowly spread golden light across the industrial buildings of the capitol. 

Much of my time is spent lost in thought. I do not fear silence, unlike some, I thrive in moments when words fail. I allow my mind to dance free from the confines of my skull, and to gain knowledge from things that physically escape me. And such is the reason I was not early to this meeting. 

I do not value life, the precious beating of my heart. I am startled out of a stupor, realizing how close i was to being late. (You cannot fail them now.) 
I hardly remember how I arrived. Most likely a hurried mess, my hair, so carefully kept, now messily spilled from my scalp. My chest rises and falls heavily as I take a seat, my head hung low. (Don't meet their eyes). 

He speaks, I still do not look up. My eyes fixated upon the table as his a text is shown. Voices begin to ring throughout the room, exchanging concern about the mission we'd been given. A pressure grows within my throat, silently building until I can no longer withhold my comment. "Perhaps the capitol is overreacting, it wouldn't be the first time." The words are carefully tempered. Barely more than a whisper, yet it was all I could muster. (oh how it is to be cursed). 

[rook]

p e a c e k e e p e r
c a p i t o l++p o l i c e
m i l i t a r y++g u a r d
t w e n t y

"You are saying that innately, all people are good, and if they were to just assume their nature, this organization wouldn't be so rotten, right? But in my opinion, the structure of the organization, the way it is set up is what provides insight into what the true human nature really is."

The door is wide open. The question is, do I go tripping through it? The monotony is escapable, and a land of life and sensation is very much attainable. I just have to make that leap. I'm capable, and ready for it. I've never been in better condition - I haven't stopped training since I left home. I am pristine. The only constraint here is my moral standing. I have to keep in line, because any failure to adhere to standards could come crashing down on my shoulders, and this world will be gone.

I've been in quicksand for months. Keeping my head above the surface has been difficult, and emotionally taxing. The rhythm of everyday tasks has kept me going, kept me strong when I feel like giving up. So many times I have come close to falling, and in the Capitol Police I have no friends - No one to catch me. I chose this, and that's on my shoulders. I'm so alone here, so isolated and without comradery. I am a shell of what I once was - A motivated and passionate girl, who spent years training with her unit to become part of something special, only to throw it all away on the last day. They think me a coward for it, but they don't know what it's like out there. Risking their lives for the fat cats in the Capitol. It's not worth it. I chose safety over glory, and I don't regret that.

The other kids working as police within the Capitol's walls are nothing like my friends from Levi's unit. They are so naive, in every aspect of the word. I hate them, because they're weak. The Capitol needs strong Peacekeepers, but these kids break when even the slightest pressure is put on them. I'm not surprised really, it takes years to build character and confidence. Yeah, they've had training, but they haven't had experience. I've been out there, when I was just a Trainee - Out into the actual wilderness. We took down Mutts like you wouldn't believe. Giant bears the size of buildings, three headed dogs, sea-serpents with more teeth than you could count. It's brutal, and that's why I'm strong, because I've done it. It isn't for me.

I stand with my back to a wall, three other Peacekeepers are in the same rigid stance to my left. We are arranged like suits of armor in an old mansion, and we are about as lifeless, too. I've been stood like this for hours, trying to kill time by counting the number of times I almost died, training to become a part of Heichou's unit. I compare it with the amount of times I have done something interesting within the Capitol, and it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. This is all so boring, but I dare not complain. I chose this. Safety over glory.

The shape and the sound of Armin Alert's voice makes my ears prick up. Heichou's unit are here? What were the chances of that? Excitement rushes through my veins for the first time in weeks. I knew they were in the Capitol, but I haven't had a chance to see them yet. Haven't been given leave, rather. I am invisible to them, one of the Peacekeepers permanently stationed on doors and gates. A drone, nothing more. If I could go back to the days of Training in the wilderness, I would. I'd give anything to go back to the start. Teaching Eren how to fight, questioning Armin's perspective on life, ignoring Mikasa, exchanging glances with Jean, frowning at Reiner. I even miss Levi for Ripred's sake. He's a nutcase, but he's a damn good leader, and a good person. I'd do it all again if I could, but I'd still not join them at the end. I'm not made for that profession, despite Levi commending me on my impressive Marital Arts skills and capability with the 3D manoeuvre gear.

The four of us stand with our backs to the wall, unmoving. How very well trained all we are. Movement catches my eye, and our superiors round the corner, lazy eyed and sluggish. They make me sick. The perfect example of corruption if ever there was one. I've seen these two do deals with the black market, and accept bribes on more than one occasion. We've all seen it, but no one says anything. What would be the point? Everyone in the internal policing unit is weak, everyone except me. No one is going to say anything. They just accept that it's there, and carry on with their pathetic duties, standing guard on doorways. It makes my blood boil.

I slam my right arm across my chest and hit my hard, performing a traditional salute. This gets their attention.
"Sir." I bark, staring straight ahead. Irked by me interrupting their conversation on potential lunch destinations, they entertain my call.
"What is it, Leonhardt?" Says the commanding chief, his expression one of pure uninterest. I hate his guts, but I let no such opinions betray my expression.
"I request leave to visit Heichou Unit." I say, still performing the salute.

"Leonhardt, I gave you leave from your duties last week, and you underperformed on your return. The answer is no." He says, and I want to scream. Part of me wants to give up, and the other part wants to go back in time and sign up for Levi's unit. I'm so done with these arrogant pigs treating us like we are nothing more than mindless drones.
"As you were." He says, before leaving the room with his subordinate.

I fucking hate this. Levi and his crew are preparing to leave on an adventure, pumped full of danger. The thrill of entering the unknown, with the only certainty being your friends having your back. It is incomparable. I have never been so jealous in all my life.

But this was my decision.

"I just want the weak, who do get swept along with the flow, be considered human too."

[k!ah]

s a s h a b r a u s

TAME THE BEAST WITHIN

My fingers drummed uneasily on the edge of the bench, my nails, trimmed short enough, to just make small tapping sounds on the marble counter. My eyebrows slip into a frown, my eyes flashing as I take in the mess in front of me. What was I going to do? Sighing, I let my shoulders fall forward in defeat my eyes fluttering shut for a mere moment before pulling my shoulders back and lifting my defeated gaze. They seemed to be taunting me- staring at me with their sightless beady eyes. How dare they taunt me like this! how dare they do this- this to me!! With a growl I slam the palm of my hand against the bench, my fingers flying for the large knife that stood innocently beside the stack of lifeless bodies. They were mine, and they knew it, they better know it- I’ll show them.

With a gleeful laugh I pull the first lifeless body towards me, flicks of water showering the marble counter top- but I ignored it, lining the beast up so that my knife would remove its head in one swift movement. I owned you, I growled to myself before bringing the merciless knife down on the helpless body- neck- of the creature. “YOUR MINE NOW BITCH!” I scream and thats the end. Puffing the knife shook ever so slightly in my hand, blood covered the counter and a body, detached from its head, lay still in front of me. It was a slim body, one covered with bright scales- scales that were almost metallic in colour. It was beautiful, it was almost a shame to remove the gems from the haystack…

Suddenly a loud grumble filled my ears, quickly followed by a burst of pain in my torso. Damn, I was so hungry. I had to pull myself together, I had to concentrate, concentrate on the fish that was laying readily in front of me. It was my cure, it would tame the angry beast that was raging on within me. Thats right, Sasha. Pull yourself together! tame the beast! Tame the beast! With new re-found energy I begin to chop the finish into small pieces, removing the crystal clear bones that held the now dead fish together- It wont be needing these any longer I hum to myself happily, my earlier frustrations nothing but history.

After the fish was cut gutted and boned I quickly waltz over to the fry pan that I had prepared earlier. Heat radiated from it like the way annoyance would radiate from Captain Levi. The thought almost makes me smile- until I remember just how scary that man could be when he was annoyed. Tossing the pieces onto the heat I sprinkle some salt and pepper over the cooking fish- a smell that made my mouth water, my stomach ache filling my senses. It smelled so good- I was almost sure I could eat it raw. Salivating I watched as the pink flesh change colour before my eyes. Most people liked to eat their fish so that the meat melted in your mouth- but me? I liked it flaky and almost dry. It was weird, but I didn't mind, I thought that was just one more factor that made me unique in this world.

Finally it was finished, the smell that blossomed from the flower that was to be my food. My eyes searched for a plate for something to put my meal onto- but I couldn't find one, frowning I grab the nearest eating utensil and start eating the fish straight from the pan. As soon as the piece of meat hits my taste buds I knew that the master piece I had created was perfect. A smile lightens my face, and small tears formed in my eyes. It was perfect, absolutely delicious!!

A moan escaped my lips and I allow my body to sink to the ground, the still hot pan cradled n my lap. Then suddenly my eyes are searching for something, something that seemed to draw them near. It was the clock, the one that sat lonely on the wall across from where I sat. Why? Why did my eyes want me to see the- oh my god! I was late!

My mouth falls open in a small o shape, my eyes bulging from my face. No way, no way nowanowaynoway! Levi was going to flip a brick. Instantly I begin to shovel the rest of my fish into my mouth, before clubbing to my feet and throwing the pan into the sink. It seemed like it had lonely been a few seconds when I found myself running down the hallway of the empty corridor, chewing on the last of my meal. Levi was going to kill me, he was literally going to break my neck.

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[cass]

Captain Levi Heichou

”My thoughts exactly, Arlert.” It was his only response to the nervous blonde’s words. They should be enough to end that high-pitched squeak, calm his rapid heart. The kid would learn one day. But for that day to come? It was years away.

The seconds ticked on, an endless trail of wasted time. Anyone who knew the powerful, brooding man with the short temper knew that he wasn’t one to be trifled with. Timing was everything, and anyone who even dared to think they could get away with being late was a person who cared little for their life. It appeared that Sasha Braus was more stupid then he had anticipated. Far more stupid. He’d only half listened to the others talk about what he had given them, and even then he had been able to gather that they thought exactly what he did about the situation at hand. By now Levi was sure that the Capitol was simple either being lazy with the letter or they just didn’t know what was happening. Eren just simply seemed to agree with whatever Armin said; his faith in the lanky, intelligent boy was almost admirable. After agreeing with the suggestions he would then vomit out words of encouragement and praise, as though the answer to all of their problems was kind words and claps on the back.

At this point the little man could do little more than raise a skeptical eyebrow. Sometimes – all the time to be honest, he wondered why he had chosen these people to fight with. The only one that he could tolerate was Ackerman and that was simply because they were both silent, cold people who did not speak, said nothing that wasn’t important and, well, didn’t speak to hear the sound of their own voices. Besides neither of them was looking dumbfounded like Jean, he stood to the side, long face glaring with annoyance that he was being completely ignored by everyone in front of him. He wondered why it bothered him so much, why his hands, fingers and mind just prickled with annoyance as he glanced at that face. It shifted – with effort – to the downcast one of Historia Reiss, it shifted through them all before halting on Eren Jäger once more.

”Jäger—“ If he smiled, a devious one would have spread across his lips, but Levi Heichou did not smile, so his face remained cold ”—Explain to Kirschtein what is happening, that dumbfounded expression in his face is displeasing to the eye.” He drawled. What was to come of that? The two were like stallions on mating season, always at each other’s throats, head banging, fighting, yelling and snarling. Fighting over a prize that had a mind of her own. It was better, however, to get all the yelling, arguing and name calling out of their systems before they left. And as much as Levi knew they would try to withhold any trivial fights in his presence he did not hold their self-control to that same high regard as they assumed he must. They were children, petty little children, and they were prone to childlike acts of stubbornness, no surprises that one day they would get each other killed.

”As for your question, Ackerman, that’s all I received. I’d have shown the rest had I gotten more.” Brat. And then there were moments like that where he knew he was the only sane one in the room. Was it not fucking obvious that if he had more information he’d have shown it? ”The order came from the top. As they usually do for this squad.” He replied, tone hitched with a dash of annoyance.

Levi stood up, patience wearing thin as he looked to the door. Braus had yet to make an appearance and annoyance prickled his skin like fire. ”Do any of you know where Sasha Braus is?” He asks. The lack of response is unpleasant. But he says nothing, except to indicate Armin get up and follow him. ”Arlert and I will go and get her, I presume she is in the kitchen.” He’d glue a fucking clock to that girls head. He was going to kill her. Walking out of the room he headed down the corridor, he wanted Arlert with him so he could voice a few more opinions and to hear more of his before the meeting started properly. ”So—“ The next corridor they rounded took the words right from Levi’s lips.

”What the fuck?” He snapped, that taut string of patience snapped. ”Why the fuck are you all here? This is our headquarters.” Moving forward he glared at the Capitol police. This was not their headquarters; this was not their area to even be in. Spotting the familiar figure of Annie Leonhardt he moved forward. ”What the hell are you all doing here? Why is my building filled with you filthy brats?” He demanded.

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[Python]

The countdown begins to destroy ourselves

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A R M I N A R L E R T
PEACEKEEPER | TWENTY-TWO

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One by one they flocked to the table, eyes trained on the thin sheet of paper expectantly despite how little it would promise. He could feel Eren leaning over his shoulder for a peek at the block of ambiguity as voices of different octaves shared their comments and questions on the matter. Eren was right, of course – this was their duty, and they would have to fulfill the Capitol’s wishes no matter how vague or dangerous they may be. But the absence of clarity was unsettling; the objective was clear enough, yet without details there could be no precision. Without the proper information, how could they perform without risking severe error? Whatever “catch” would be involved in this case could leave them dangling over a dangerous ledge. They needed size, species, level of lethality, level of ferocity, anything to indicate what they might be dealing with - but there was nothing. The idea made him squirm in his seat.

”It’ll be fine, Armin. I’m sure of it.” Eren’s encouragement was always welcome, but with these circumstances Armin could not place all of his faith into one simple statement. Their knowledge of the terrain would pose as advantage in the field, as would their scaling large trees (assuming the mutt they were dealing with could not climb, of course), so not all was hopeless. They would have to improvise, most likely, and this was what unnerved him. Approaching the battlefield blindly was always the last resort, always the act of desperation and the result of a complete lack of clues. They would have to rely on split-second decisions and wits quicker than a blink of the eye. It was stressful just to imagine, but it would be necessary for success.

Among the voices that piped up it was Heichou’s that peaked above the others. Their thoughts on the situation were mirrored, it seemed, which was a relief. He didn’t want to sound like he was over-analyzing. In the background he could hear Jean’s questioning, Mikasa’s requests and Historia’s commentary. The blonde had a valid point – it was possible that whomever had typed this document was merely overacting to rumors about this vicious mutt skirting the boundaries of the capitol, but they should be safer than sorry. Armin would anticipate the worst, as should everybody else. It would leave them better prepared for the highest magnitudes of lethality.

Trouble was beginning to stir as minutes passed. Heichou ordered Eren to essentially wipe the clueless expression off of Jean’s visage (which Eren always insisted was horselike, though in Armin’s eyes they usually shared the same aggressive masks in most given situations), and depending on how delicately-worded Eren’s response was (did he ever put anything delicately?) the tension could either dissipate or thicken. Armin didn’t want to remain present for the results, and fortunately neither did Levi. The abrupt inquiry ”Do any of you know where Sasha Braus is?” brought him to full attention. He didn’t want to wrongly assume she was in the kitchens (although that was where she spent most of her time), so he said nothing. His silence was met with a gesture. ”Arlert and I will go and get her, I presume she is in the kitchen.” That was definitely a solid cue. He stood up and tailed Heichou out of the room, silently sympathizing for poor Sasha’s fate. He’s going to kill you, Sasha.

Armin enjoyed approximately two seconds of peaceful silence before Heichou was speaking up again. As they rounded the corner, however, his statement was cut short. ”What the fuck?” The hostile snap made him jolt, and for a moment he assumed that whatever the issue was had been his own fault. Had he done something wrong? He followed the captain’s gaze, body stiff from an internal state of panic until he spotted the line of soldiers. He perked up when he spotted a familiar face. Annie! He smiled at her, careful to keep his body language subtle with an irritated captain practically glued to his hip. He was evidently irked by the unexplained intrusion, but Armin didn’t mind.

As Heichou barked at their superior Armin raised a hand and discreetly waved to his old comrade. He hadn’t seen her since she decided to join the Capitol Police force – a decision he respected, even if it didn’t match his own bold decision to join Levi Heichou’s squad along with his best friends. From what he could see from this distance, she was still the same old Annie, always wearing a stern expression, eyes always difficult to read. He wondered what the Capitol Police were even doing here, and if he would somehow be able to sneak off to get in a few quick words with Annie if their superiors would allow it.

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My throat burns with words I wished to say. Lips yearned to move, and my tongue eager to dance. With such passion it seemed almost impossible to remain silent. But I did. My teeth grinding against my bottom lip in a desperate attempt to choke down the words fighting their way through my consciousness. (A silent woman is the best kind of woman, isn't that what father told me, while his hands wrapped around mother's throat until she turned a pale white.) I try not to let myself get too caught up in events of the past, instead my eyes finding the others which occupied the room. 

With Heichou gone, I could almost feel the tensions rising. Like a father, a proper one  throwing his children into a candy store and telling them to mind themselves. Armin Alert, a boy who's quiet nature rivaled even mine, stands. Stumbling over his words, he quickly followed Heichou out, leaving only I, Mikasa, Eren and Jean in the room. The silence crawls across my skin, it's legs dancing up and down my spine causing shivers to rack my body. I've never been anything special. I'm not a leader, or a strategist, I haven't muscles or brains or anything that sets me apart. Sometimes I wonder how I even made this squad. (How many times have I been described as useless? Dead weight.) 

Even in the most prestigious of squads I am nothing. 

I take a breath, my fingers dancing across the warped table. I suppose I look quite crestfallen, my teeth still digging into my lip and my brow furrowed deeply. For someone who takes such care to appear perfect, I'm a mess. My fingers find the velvet bag which i had set beside me, searching it's inky depths for the comb I knew was hidden somewhere. The silence, usually so familiar, only causes my breath to quicken. My heart rate increases and my palms begin to moisten. I pull the metal spines through my hair, attempting to tame the tangled mess. (I hadn't the time, having left in such a rush prior). 

As much care as I put into my appearance, my sudden need to groom myself was for reasons previously foreign. I disliked the silence. The absence of any such chatter was disheartening, threatening to let gaping void pull me further into its clutches. As for there was nothing I feared more than the hollowness that lurked within. So desperate I was to avoid such a monster, that words broke through the careful barrier which I had built. "Heichou seems..." I searched for the kindest words I could. (Like he has a stick up his ass) "Like he's stressed." 

I'm talking to no one in particular. Perhaps it was quite a stupid observation as when was Heichou not as stiff as a newly  washed suit. Not that I disliked the man, quite the opposite honestly. In fact, there was no on on the squad that a truly disliked, save for Jean's sharp tongue at times. My teeth once again find my lip, as I await my comrade's answer. That is, if they can be bothered to. At times I often wonder if it is possible for one to be invisible, for I truly fit the bill. 

Even in my childhood I was often forgotten, often an afterthought. I could sit in the corner of the school for hours, only until the teacher halfheartedly called roll and realized the small girl with the long sleeves was missing, would any interest be taken. Even then, who would notice the sickly girl silently sobbing in the bathroom stall. Bruised shoulders heaving as dark crystals fell from closed eyes. And what would I do when they found me? If they found me Smile graciously and apologize, taking whatever punishment they chose to give. My parent's wrath were not worth telling the school what they did to me. 

Perhaps this I why I am so broken. 
 
A smile forces itself across my lips as I return the comb to its home, brushing the neat ringlets behind my shoulders. (Perhaps one day I will glue myself back together.) But as the hollow leaping in my stomach only grows with the thickening silence, it whispers harsh realities into my ear. 

I am irreparable. 

[rook]

p e a c e k e e p e r
c a p i to l++p o l i c e
m i l i t a r y++g u a r d
t w e n t y

"You are saying that innately, all people are good, and if they were to just assume their nature, this organization wouldn't be so rotten, right? But in my opinion, the structure of the organization, the way it is set up is what provides insight into what the true human nature really is."

I don't love anymore. Maybe once I did, but now I'm just a girl who has wrapped herself inside a cocoon, sealing herself away from poignant feelings such as love. I have given up on collecting judgemental glares. I used to note them down, I tried to remember the names of all the people in my unit who tried to silently judge me. I wanted to see to it that they would regret it, but as time went on I lose the will to continue caring. I hardened inside my cocoon, my resolve toughened and I learned to not let the opinions of others affect how I live my life. Every time I look back now, I see a thousand different different versions of myself. This painful metamorphosis has lasted for too long, but at least now I am comfortable with who I am.

Have I really changed that much? I was always stubborn, cold, and hard to approach. Way back when we were just trainees, the boys would quake in their boots at the mention of my name, and the girls would look down over their noses at me. A tough girl, she wasn't afraid of anything. I ranked 4th out of everyone, beaten only by Mikasa, Reiner and Bertolt. Thinking about those two boys makes me more upset than I can fathom. Where are they now? In Levi's unit, no doubt, but I haven't seen them about. Maybe they've been dispatched. I suppose I didn't change, so much as I acted differently when I was with that group. I guess I just wanted to feel normal. More than anything else, I wanted to be accepted. I was so much warmer around them, and they returned that warmth to me. I had friends, damn it. Why did I have to mess that all up and go back to being this cold-hearted bitch? Things were said. Things I regret. Those days are long gone. I have an iron duty now, one that has no place for warmth.

Beneath my layered skin and frozen soul, there is still a broken heart. My expression is stone, even though my mind is racing with a painful regret and searing guilt. Even Captain Levi's angry curses directed to my superiors aren't enough for my features to betray me. I just do what I always do, and stare at the wall in front of me. Such a thrilling Career choice, Annie. Yet when Armin Alert walks in the room, I allow my eyes to trail and meet his. His smile is full of that warmth that I used to have too, and it tickles me inside. Did I ever feel something for Armin? Maybe once. He was feeble and weak-willed, but cute all the same. Anything that was once vibrant and meaningful has washed away, and I'm stone cold empty. Armin isn't even a colleague anymore. I haven't seen him in nearly a year. He's nothing to a member of the Capitol Police. He raises a hand to wave, and I shake my head slowly, before staring back at the wall. No room for friends anymore, remember?

"Ugh, Heichou... Right?" In steps Miles, our overseer. His face is pricked with stubble, and the rings around his eyes suggest that he has trouble sleeping at night. Miles Cooper is as corrupt as they come, so I don't know why he always looks so exhausted. His patience is thinner than his slender body, and he's got absolutely no respect for the system. Heck, he's probably the first person I'd hang if I were in charge of all this.
"You're a lot smaller in person," He says, and I almost flinch. Almost. Overseer Miles scratches his head lazily and glances at his watch, "I've already spoken to Commander Erwin - I don't need to explain our reasons to you."

I have to stop myself from looking at Armin. Anything in my expression could give away vital information, and Armin Alert would be the first to pick up on it. The truth is, I don't know why we've been repositioned here. We're usually way over the other side of town, but we were stationed here yesterday, and told to resume our regular duties. Duties that involve staring at a wall for eight hours, sure. Overseer Miles and Commander Nile will have their reasons, but they wouldn't dare tell us. We've barely graduated from recruitment. We're just numbers to them, surely. There is a reason for it, but they're not telling us, or Levi's squad it seems.

"If you're that concerned, go and speak to him yourself." Miles dares to smile, and I cringe. I know Levi Heichou better than Miles Cooper does, and if I were him I would have stopped talking a long time ago. I'll never be in his position though. This is as high up the ladder as I get. Once you enlist in the Capitol Police, you're stuck as a grunt for the rest of your sorry life. It's easy, and guaranteed safety, but it's boring as hell. I chose it though, and I'm done trying to convince myself that it's the right decision. What's done is done, and I have my reasons. It won't be long before I break from this cocoon and emerge stronger than ever.

"I just want the weak, who do get swept along with the flow, be considered human too."

[k!ah]

s a s h a b r a u s

TAME THE BEAST WITHIN

I was signing my death certificate, wasn't I? I had been warned, I had been warned so many times that being late to these meetings was no the best way to help me live a healthy life… and it seems like almost each time that I am late- but why? what is it that always keeps me holed up… why am I even asking this question. I knew the answer, of course I knew… I was obsessed with the answer, with food. There was just something about it that filled the hole in my stomach, which made me feel whole again, so warm and fluffy… no one, not anything, has been able to do that- only food has… and in a way, doesn't that mean something? Like when you read novels when someone fills that hole doesn't it mean something? something so important- like love?

Love? Could I really love food, have that emotional connection with it…? in the books when someone loves another, they said that their loved made them feel complete, made that gaping whole in their stomachs- stomachs? Something about that didn't sound right… But wasn't it true, that when Bob loves Lilly the hole in their stomach it healed and they feel as though they are complete, warm and full of an undying joy- isn't that how I felt? like for example after I finished a warm bowl of potato soup I feel as though my whole body is floating in the clouds, i feel as though my life is complete… I feel- Damn. I knew there was something wrong with my analysis of love… It wasn't their stomachs that was healed… but… it was… it was their hearts…

Sighing, I push the thoughts of love and stomach’s and hearts and undying happiness into the back of my mind- love was the last thing I should be thinking of at the moment. The path i am running on comes to an end and I am forced o race around the bend in the corridor only to come to a raging halt when I come face to face with a pack of rather angry looking people.

It only takes me a moment to see the face that i was dreading to see and trust me, the expression on his face at the moment only made me heart beat even faster. He looked mad, real mad. Levi was scary, and that was on a normal basis, when his face was neutral and his body calm and composed- but this Levi, this one where annoyance flashed in his eyes and his voice as cold as ice… this levi was more than scary- he was terrifying. Swallowing hard, I realise that no one has noticed my presence yet. Maybe I could escape? followed my steps back and find a different way to the meeting room, one that did not require me to walk past the terrifying beast and his prey. I take a quick peak over my shoulder, the coast was clear.

Don’t look anyone in the face, Sasha, keep our eyes on the floor. Be part of the back ground- no one notices things in the back ground, right? I should be safe then. My eyes fall onto the ground, my hands shaking as I hove them into the pockets of my pants as casually as I could. Just relax, blend in. Then I take a quick, but swift, step back wards. Followed by another- all this time, my eyes focused on anything but Levi. If i cant see him, he cant see me. Well, maybe not that, but less chance he will notice me. Just a few more steps, thats all. I can do this, nearly there. Have I done it? Will my death certificate not need signing today?

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E R E N J Ä G E R

Quite honestly, nothing makes sense.

There's no mention or description of the muttation, no potential weaknesses the squad might face, no warnings no battleplan no anything. Just a general direction and a "Good luck, the fate of Panem depends on it." Mikasa asks for more information. Historia, who seemed to solidify into the room like a ghost, echoed that the Capitol might just have been overreacting. Jean Fucking Kirschtein decides to be an idiot and reveal that he really just wasn't paying attention. What's not to get, Jean? Eren wonders. We're going to fight to save the country, just like what we've always done, what we always will be doing. The fact that you can't even get that through your thick head just proves how much of an ass you are.

Sacha Braus has inexplicably vanished, and by the looks of it she'll stay that way if she doesn't get back soon. Heichou's had enough of waiting around and after he glances at everyone one more time his gaze lands on Eren's once more.

”Jäger—“

Pause.

”—Explain to Kirschtein what is happening, that dumbfounded expression in his face is displeasing to the eye.”

"Yessir." Gladly.

As Heichou and Armin leave (Eren flashes him a grin before the blonde vanishes from view), there's only four left in the room. Mikasa and Historia seem quiet, but now here's Jean Kirschtein, as much of a shithead as ever. He glances at the man with the freaky haircut, a smirk plastered on his face.

"We're taking down a mutt just outside the capitol. You ready? Do you need an hour to warm up? A few days to get back in the game? It's just one, I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, unless if you decide to piss your pants at first sight."

Eren's had enough of Jean's complaining, of his complacency that emanates from every atom in his body. It sickens him, filling his mouth with bile that shoots out every chance he gets. Maybe it's unwarranted it's probably unwarranted but since when did Eren Jager give a shit about Jean Kirschetin's feelings? Maybe if the man even pretended to care, just a little bit, Eren would be more inclined to offer him just a bit of respect. But it seemed that the man got through life by the skin of his teeth, relying on his natural talent rather than hard work.

Work however, is all Eren does. Work and work and work, work to be better faster stronger smarter, work to fight, work to fly, work to win.

Anyone who can't do that doesn't deserve to be here.

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Jean Kirschtein
peacekeeper. twenty-five.
hey brother, there's an endless road to rediscover
hey sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker
oh if the sky comes falling down for you
there's nothing in the world i wouldn't do

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There have been times where I’ve thought about trying to strangle Heichou in his sleep but I’ve come to realize I value my life far too much to throw it away so carelessly with an act like that. His unnatural and permanent dark expression is certainly more than enough to ward off any other threat that enters my mind; not only that, but I’ve seen him in action. He tears through everything like a hot fire poker, wielding the rage of the devil himself. It’s unnerving and not anything I’d like to face because I know I wouldn’t make it out alive.

And so when he tells that cow liver Eren to explain to me what’s going on and that I look dumbfounded, all I can do is set my jaw tightly with a sharp intake of air through my nose. I respect Heichou enough to not even dare to think of a snarky retort. Eren, however – my attention shifts back to the idiotic runt that is seemingly so closely attached to Heichou that I bet you he could tell me how many hairs there are on that little man’s body.

Eren Jäger is nothing short of a moronic half-wit. He never stops to assess a situation and relies purely on what he calls a “result of hard work” that somehow, by the grace of whatever deity hovers in the sky, puts him above the rest of us. I get the feeling he’s treated like some kind of prodigy, and that only adds fuel to the fire. A hot-headed mongrel that acts irrationally, that’s what he is, and it seriously pisses me off. There’s nothing special about him and I can’t figure out why he can’t see that himself. We all have our strengths and weaknesses and sometimes one person’s strength is another person’s weakness; you don’t have to focus on your strengths for as long as you do your weaknesses. You certainly still need to train in all areas, yes, but special attention is required for where you lack.

Heichou leaves the room with Armin tagging along behind him to start the hunt for Sasha. That should end quickly, considering that nine times out of ten she’s in the kitchen scrounging around the cabinets for food. Out of the corner of my eye I spot Historia, quiet as ever. I hadn’t even noticed her enter the room. (Unaware of my surroundings, that’d be one strike Eren could put against me.) I huff and again turn to Eren, entirely put off at even the sound of his voice that’s the equivalent of rubbing sandpaper on your face. Nothing but the usual insults pour out of that disgusting mouth and I expected as much; between him and I, there’s no such thing as civility. To be frank, I’d very much enjoy watching him get kicked in the face by a horse.

“Oh yes, I’m very ready. The question is, will you be able to pull your head out of your ass long enough to act accordingly to the plan for once in your life without trying to go off on your own?’’

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