[ Levi won't fight the flow as people pile onto the bus, flopping down beside some poor soul and looking fairly sour. That presentation had been even worse than sitting through long-winded nobles at their military galas to raise money and interest in the Survey Corps, but at least he could rudely tune them out. Then he's shuffled right onto this... thing? Some sort of automated and oversized carriage? Vehicles don't exist where he comes from and he's distrustful of anything that moves on its own. How is it expected to move without horses? How many horses would even need to slave over something of this size, with this many people?
But he's a good sport. He'll play along, confident in his ability to act on a moment's notice if any trouble goes down and he's already eyeballed the emergency exits and figured out how to work them in the bus, ensuring his concealed knives are all still on him. The 3D maneuver gear he'd arrived with is a pain to carry around without its proper case, but he's rolling up the leather straps as the bus revs to life and they're on their way, metal casings filled with blades between his knees and motor in his lap. It took time to pack his gear up, and he'd have to find a case for it eventually, but for now, he gets one belt around the two cases, attaches the motor, and has made himself something of an improvised package to heft over his shoulder like some old school book bundle.
What his neighbor may make of it is another story, and he'll steal a glance over from under heavy brows, nearly daring them to ask a question. ]
PHASE III
[ That ferris wheel contraption looked lame. The fun house? Absolutely not fun. But the rollercoaster seems promising. Interesting. The "bus" had been novel enough, but look at this big ass motherfucker. Those tracks seemed unreal, but he watches a couple rounds and the wagons never fell off, so why not give it a go? He'll be queueing up in line and offering up his heart ticket to ride.
Anyone who gets seated beside him will be thankful come time those santas are flying in with blades, because he can at least offer some protection and deflect them! ]
PHASE IV & BONUS
[ Well. He didn't learn his lesson from the rollercoaster, and here he is using up his last ticket on this weird bullshit. This one seems safer. No tunnels to go in, nowhere for flying santas with swords to hide. Just good clean gravitational fun.
Right?
This sweet summer (man)child has yet to learn just what sort of place this is, but he'll be a good deal more wary after this introduction. He can't recognize his world from such a high and grand view; there are no known images or maps of the world beyond the walls, and the walls encased such a small fraction of the planet's surface. Maybe if he had looked closer he'd see those three circular walls raised up on one of the continents, but he didn't care to even try. What's more interesting (or attention-getting, in any case) is that spider breaking free from the tiny planet and coming towards him, where he's strapped into the snowflake ring.
Levi curses and spits and kicks, but he can't stop the spider's advance. It'll sink its mandibles into his thigh and it would've felt like some bizarre fever dream once the strange scenery fades away and the ride comes to a stop, attendants coming around to unstrap everyone in the ring. But his leg still aches, hot and swelling where the spider had bit him with spots of blood showing up stark on white denim. He's stumbling by the time snowbots are ushering him towards Santa and he's obtained his stupid present with a muttered appeasement, which he holds onto but doesn't bother opening.
He's already an irritable person. But his senses are sharpening, everything too loud and too bright and every brush of a passerby nearly painful in his sensitivity to touch, and some of the people he's passing smell too damn good.
He'll just. Be going over here and try to be alone, in some quiet and dark corner of the park. Or make his way back to the bus, hoping to sit it out and be on their way back home sooner rather than later. Has this been an awful night? Yes it has. Has it been the worst of his life? No, not by a long shot. ]
levi ackerman & attack on titan & open!!
[ Levi won't fight the flow as people pile onto the bus, flopping down beside some poor soul and looking fairly sour. That presentation had been even worse than sitting through long-winded nobles at their military galas to raise money and interest in the Survey Corps, but at least he could rudely tune them out. Then he's shuffled right onto this... thing? Some sort of automated and oversized carriage? Vehicles don't exist where he comes from and he's distrustful of anything that moves on its own. How is it expected to move without horses? How many horses would even need to slave over something of this size, with this many people?
But he's a good sport. He'll play along, confident in his ability to act on a moment's notice if any trouble goes down and he's already eyeballed the emergency exits and figured out how to work them in the bus, ensuring his concealed knives are all still on him. The 3D maneuver gear he'd arrived with is a pain to carry around without its proper case, but he's rolling up the leather straps as the bus revs to life and they're on their way, metal casings filled with blades between his knees and motor in his lap. It took time to pack his gear up, and he'd have to find a case for it eventually, but for now, he gets one belt around the two cases, attaches the motor, and has made himself something of an improvised package to heft over his shoulder like some old school book bundle.
What his neighbor may make of it is another story, and he'll steal a glance over from under heavy brows, nearly daring them to ask a question. ]
PHASE III
[ That ferris wheel contraption looked lame. The fun house? Absolutely not fun. But the rollercoaster seems promising. Interesting. The "bus" had been novel enough, but look at this big ass motherfucker. Those tracks seemed unreal, but he watches a couple rounds and the wagons never fell off, so why not give it a go? He'll be queueing up in line and offering up his
heartticket to ride.Anyone who gets seated beside him will be thankful come time those santas are flying in with blades, because he can at least offer some protection and deflect them! ]
PHASE IV & BONUS
[ Well. He didn't learn his lesson from the rollercoaster, and here he is using up his last ticket on this weird bullshit. This one seems safer. No tunnels to go in, nowhere for flying santas with swords to hide. Just good clean gravitational fun.
Right?
This sweet summer (man)child has yet to learn just what sort of place this is, but he'll be a good deal more wary after this introduction. He can't recognize his world from such a high and grand view; there are no known images or maps of the world beyond the walls, and the walls encased such a small fraction of the planet's surface. Maybe if he had looked closer he'd see those three circular walls raised up on one of the continents, but he didn't care to even try. What's more interesting (or attention-getting, in any case) is that spider breaking free from the tiny planet and coming towards him, where he's strapped into the snowflake ring.
Levi curses and spits and kicks, but he can't stop the spider's advance. It'll sink its mandibles into his thigh and it would've felt like some bizarre fever dream once the strange scenery fades away and the ride comes to a stop, attendants coming around to unstrap everyone in the ring. But his leg still aches, hot and swelling where the spider had bit him with spots of blood showing up stark on white denim. He's stumbling by the time snowbots are ushering him towards Santa and he's obtained his stupid present with a muttered appeasement, which he holds onto but doesn't bother opening.
He's already an irritable person. But his senses are sharpening, everything too loud and too bright and every brush of a passerby nearly painful in his sensitivity to touch, and some of the people he's passing smell too damn good.
He'll just. Be going over here and try to be alone, in some quiet and dark corner of the park. Or make his way back to the bus, hoping to sit it out and be on their way back home sooner rather than later. Has this been an awful night? Yes it has. Has it been the worst of his life? No, not by a long shot. ]