[One thing about this wolf form of his: Eren is not adept at hiding his emotions as a human, let alone as something that runs entirely on instinct. His tail goes between his legs a bit. He knows why it happened...
[Nudging the sword toward her again, he gives a commanding bark. It really is annoying having to communicate like this; harder when you don't have teammates who seem to read your mind. He doesn't have his gear with him, but if he has to, he'll just change back once again...It isn't as exhausting as using his titan.
[Holding up a paw as if to say, "Wait," he runs a few feet ahead of her and transforms back into a human (mercifully fully-clothed, somehow).
[He turns to face her, shaking his head a bit like he's trying to clear it.]
That's my fault. Sorry.
I saw your clone. When I tried to get the sword back from her, I cut her hand.
[She doesn’t notice the tail between his legs, but at the bark Aubrey does look up and take her sword back. (From, well, herself. Whatever. Stupid maze and its stupid mind games.) Upon the transformation, she glances aside for a bit as if to afford privacy he apparently doesn’t need. He’s kinda cute as a wolf, but like hell if she’ll be saying that.]
[At Eren’s admission, Aubrey’s frown deepens for a moment. Then she scoffs.] Eh. Serves her right. You got this back and that’s what matters.
[Unceremoniously she wipes the remaining blood off on her pants, then slings the sword over her shoulder—not at all unlike other-Aubrey did. With more attitude in her posture, but still.]
[She clears her throat, glancing aside for the mumbled counter-admission:] …Thanks.
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[Ha ha ha, silly Jaeger. Training improvement is one thing; an actual life-or-death scenario is another! But it’s fine. They probably won’t encounter that so soon. Unless?]
Yeah, I can handle it.
[With that, time to keep trekking through this maze. Hell if Aubrey knows where or if the exit is, but it’s good to have her sword back. (Wolf-boy, too, although she will not be admitting this, either.) Feels vaguely like progress if she keeps moving, anyway.]
Man. You got such a cool potion. Wish I could turn into a wolf. [But with her luck it’d probably be a bunny or something else dumb and helpless.]
[She’ll let him be smug about that, surprisingly enough. He’s earned the right—insofar as any of these potion-powers are really “earned.”
[On which note, time to be sour about hers.] Ugh. I would if I could. [It’s scabbed over the normal way by now. Probably gonna leave a mark for the next few days… Sunny’s power didn’t leave a trace. She scowls.] Maybe I just haven’t figured it out yet.
[She is once again reminded that this 15-year-old has (had?) the fate of humanity on his shoulders.]
[Then he’s kissing her ass so she’s not gonna dwell on it.]
Heh, really? [A side-glanceover, as if to look for the mark.] Usually you’re the one bruising me up. You just saying that?
[Eren snorts, pausing the walk to lift his hoodie and the shirt underneath up, revealing a nasty purple bruise right on the ribcage. He doesn't seem to mind it though.]
[This is not a game they should be playing while Aubrey’s holding a sharp object. She at least manages to drop it as Eren’s counter-elbow shoves her towards the nearest wall; thankfully not far, as the maze is a tad claustrophobic at this juncture.
[It also lets her make a quick recovery. If one other thing has been improving, it’s her reflexes; donning a smirk, she tries to jab him in the arm. Who needs a weapon when fists will do?]
[The jab is received, half because Eren doesn't actually think she'll follow through with it. His fists go up on reflex, but he refrains from actually hitting her when he remembers that she is not, in fact, one of his comrades from back home; instead, a civilian who barely knows how to hold a sword. He wonders how well she can take a punch.]
Are you sure you wanna do this right now? [He doesn't sound upset; in fact, wears a cocky, self-assured smirk as he plants his feet in a fighting stance.]
You kidding? [Fists up! Her stance isn’t trained, but Aubrey doesn’t have a reputation back home for nothing. Granted, no one in their right mind takes that risk when she’s waving a nail bat around, but, details. She’s sure acting like she’ll follow up.]
Been dying to hit something since I got here. [It’s free therapy!] Lucky you.
[Aubrey lets out a winded noise at the counter-hit, which she really should have been more prepared for. God damn he hits hard—but, still grinning like an idiot, Aubrey manages not to stumble too far, and as she catches her breath she rears back—
[A headbutt he is not expecting. She nails him, sending him stumbling backward into one of the maze walls, the wind thoroughly knocked out of his chest; yet, he's still laughing - wheezing, but laughing.
[He's needed this.
[Pushing himself away from the wall, he gets back into a fighting stance.]
Come at me.
[He taunts her, folding his fingers in a "come here" gesture. If she takes the bait and charges at him, he'll perform The Grapple (you know the one) that Annie taught him, attempting to flip Aubrey onto the ground.]
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[Nudging the sword toward her again, he gives a commanding bark. It really is annoying having to communicate like this; harder when you don't have teammates who seem to read your mind. He doesn't have his gear with him, but if he has to, he'll just change back once again...It isn't as exhausting as using his titan.
[Holding up a paw as if to say, "Wait," he runs a few feet ahead of her and transforms back into a human (mercifully fully-clothed, somehow).
[He turns to face her, shaking his head a bit like he's trying to clear it.]
That's my fault. Sorry.
I saw your clone. When I tried to get the sword back from her, I cut her hand.
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[She doesn’t notice the tail between his legs, but at the bark Aubrey does look up and take her sword back. (From, well, herself. Whatever. Stupid maze and its stupid mind games.) Upon the transformation, she glances aside for a bit as if to afford privacy he apparently doesn’t need. He’s kinda cute as a wolf, but like hell if she’ll be saying that.]
[At Eren’s admission, Aubrey’s frown deepens for a moment. Then she scoffs.] Eh. Serves her right. You got this back and that’s what matters.
[Unceremoniously she wipes the remaining blood off on her pants, then slings the sword over her shoulder—not at all unlike other-Aubrey did. With more attitude in her posture, but still.]
[She clears her throat, glancing aside for the mumbled counter-admission:] …Thanks.
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Now you've got protection if something decides to pop out of one of these bushes. You can handle it yourself, right?
I don't have my gear, so if we run into anything, I'm changing back.
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[Ha ha ha, silly Jaeger. Training improvement is one thing; an actual life-or-death scenario is another! But it’s fine. They probably won’t encounter that so soon. Unless?]
Yeah, I can handle it.
[With that, time to keep trekking through this maze. Hell if Aubrey knows where or if the exit is, but it’s good to have her sword back. (Wolf-boy, too, although she will not be admitting this, either.) Feels vaguely like progress if she keeps moving, anyway.]
Man. You got such a cool potion. Wish I could turn into a wolf. [But with her luck it’d probably be a bunny or something else dumb and helpless.]
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Yeah. I guess it is pretty cool. [Said not without some smugness.]
You could always ask the crystal for a similar ability. You'd probably get one.
But hey. With that healing power, can't you patch up that cut on your hand?
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[She’ll let him be smug about that, surprisingly enough. He’s earned the right—insofar as any of these potion-powers are really “earned.”
[On which note, time to be sour about hers.] Ugh. I would if I could. [It’s scabbed over the normal way by now. Probably gonna leave a mark for the next few days… Sunny’s power didn’t leave a trace. She scowls.] Maybe I just haven’t figured it out yet.
Dunno why I couldn’t get something more useful.
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That normal for your world? Or like, you?
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It's part of my titan shifting ability - so, no, not exactly normal. Still. I got pretty used to it is all.
When you hit me during training the other day, you actually managed to leave a bruise. I'm more marked up than I've ever been.
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[She is once again reminded that this 15-year-old has (had?) the fate of humanity on his shoulders.]
[Then he’s kissing her ass so she’s not gonna dwell on it.]
Heh, really? [A side-glanceover, as if to look for the mark.] Usually you’re the one bruising me up. You just saying that?
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[Eren snorts, pausing the walk to lift his hoodie and the shirt underneath up, revealing a nasty purple bruise right on the ribcage. He doesn't seem to mind it though.]
Proof you actually managed to land one.
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[It’s ass-kissing if she doesn’t know how to take a compliment—]
[Aubrey’s eyes go wide at the bruise reveal.] Holy shit. I did that? [She kinda feels like she should apologize, but! That’s proof all right!]
Damn. Guess I’ll have to go easier on you. [Just gonna play smug, unwarranted as it may be.]
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I've taken a lot worse than a dull sword to the ribs. You'll have to try harder than that if you wanna do some real damage.
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[Smug moment over.] Sheesh, alright, alright. I get it.
[Grumbling, but not inaudibly,] You’d think you want me to hurt you.
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It shows you're learning. I wouldn't want you to hold back. That's the kind of shit that'll end up getting you killed in real combat.
I can take it.
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Alright, if you say so.
[With no warning, she elbows him harder than strictly necessary.]
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[Elbowing her back much harder than strictly necessary.]
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[This is not a game they should be playing while Aubrey’s holding a sharp object. She at least manages to drop it as Eren’s counter-elbow shoves her towards the nearest wall; thankfully not far, as the maze is a tad claustrophobic at this juncture.
[It also lets her make a quick recovery. If one other thing has been improving, it’s her reflexes; donning a smirk, she tries to jab him in the arm. Who needs a weapon when fists will do?]
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Are you sure you wanna do this right now? [He doesn't sound upset; in fact, wears a cocky, self-assured smirk as he plants his feet in a fighting stance.]
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You kidding? [Fists up! Her stance isn’t trained, but Aubrey doesn’t have a reputation back home for nothing. Granted, no one in their right mind takes that risk when she’s waving a nail bat around, but, details. She’s sure acting like she’ll follow up.]
Been dying to hit something since I got here. [It’s free therapy!] Lucky you.
[With that, she throws a punch.]
is this not straight up flirting rn
[—lo and behold, his dodge is a bit too late. The punch lands on his ribcage and he laughs.]
[Then, he aims a punch straight to Aubrey’s gut. He doesn’t hold back one bit.]
kiss with a fist~
[Laughter? Alright, weird response, but—
[Aubrey lets out a winded noise at the counter-hit, which she really should have been more prepared for. God damn he hits hard—but, still grinning like an idiot, Aubrey manages not to stumble too far, and as she catches her breath she rears back—
[How’s about a Headbutt?]
de ja vu perhaps incoming
[He's needed this.
[Pushing himself away from the wall, he gets back into a fighting stance.]
Come at me.
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[Bait taken; she’s having too much fun not to.]
[Cue Aubrey getting kickflipped, and subsequently thoroughly winded. She lies flat on her back, gasping, laughing.]
Wh- What the fuck was that?!
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RNG’d this and got the highest possible count. gg
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