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Who: the naked, dickless giant club
What: Attack on Echo Party
Where: Bertholdt's (and Ryan's) Apartment
When: Sunday, December 8 (evening, but not too late... because kids, y'know?)
Warnings: Spoilers for Attack on Titan all over.

[ At last, the big day has come. The Echo party. Sasha was bringing snacks, and Ryan and Bertholdt even decked the place out in Christmas decorations-- they have a real tree and everything. Their apartment looks, in a word, festive, which is adorable given that they're wearing matching christmas sweaters and fidgeting around a bit. ]

[ Now just pretend Ryan and Bertl don't look kinda titan-y and you're all set. And forget about the part where they're having a bunch of kids over to discuss their ridiculously depressing past lives... Well. You feel me. ]

[ So yeah!!! THIS IS IT!! Just for reference, I'm putting a "Start" (ie: for people getting to the party if you wanna awkwardly greet people or so you can handwave that too) and then just saying like "later" or whatever for Ryan's big heck up, you guys are free to start threads whenever/wherever just say when in the subject if you wanna. (so like, 3DMG showing offs and PS3 fun times, etc. go crazy!!) ]

[ Here's the plot post for reference. ]

Comments

[dirtdevil]

Still don't know why I was doing it. But if it makes you feel any better, I got the distinct impression that I wasn't doing it out of a desire to beat the shit out of you. At all.

[ That means he doesn't have to apologize profusely for it, right? Yeah, he's gonna go with that excuse. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

I think you were showing people that you could beat the shit out of me. Which would have been a lot more impressive if I wasn't shackled to the floor, but I guess they were scared enough of me that it worked.

[That's okay, Alan's not really expecting an apology anyway.]

[dirtdevil]

So I beat you within an inch of your life because other people were afraid of you? I hope there was more to it than that, because that seems like shitty reasoning to me.

[wirsinddiejager]

[He takes a breath, trying to remember all the details of his trial.]

Well, uh... the military were trying to decide what to do with me. The Military Police wanted to dissect me because they thought I was too dangerous alive. The Survey Corps - the guys you were with - wanted me to join them. And I guess by beating me you showed everyone that you could stop me if I got out of control.

[dirtdevil]

[ He takes a quick moment to process that sudden infodump before responding. ]

...So you're saying that by kicking you in the face a bunch of times in front of all your friends, I was actually saving your life.

[ It might be hard to tell, but he's feeling just a bit smug right now. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

...I think so. Our lives were fucked up like that.

[dirtdevil]

Sounds like yours was a lot more fucked up than mine. No offense.

[ He pauses again for a moment to debate whether to ask another question, wary that the answer might immediately prove what he just said incorrect. In the end, though, curiosity wins. ]

You remember anything else about me?

[wirsinddiejager]

Yeah, you're probably right.

[He pauses as well because his memories of Levi aren't mostly all that pleasant. But this meeting's about sharing echo stuff, right? Might as well get it all out.]

You came up with a plan for stopping me if I lost control of my titan. It involved cutting my limbs off.

[dirtdevil]

[ How strange that Alan's memories of him aren't pleasant. It's almost as if Levi's not a pleasant person. As for lopping limbs off, though, that wasn't exactly what he was expecting to hear. Eww. ]

What? Why?

[wirsinddiejager]

Cutting me out without any damage would've been too difficult. But, uh. It was okay, since I could just grow stuff back.

[Like a lizard!]

[dirtdevil]

[ Gross. ]

What the hell does that even mean? "Cutting you out."

[ He almost doesn't want to know. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

I don't actually turn into a titan as such? I mean. My real body's still there inside the titan's neck.

[dirtdevil]

[ He just. Squints at Alan. What the fuck, man. ]

Uhh. Okay. Kind of sorry I asked.

[wirsinddiejager]

[Shrug.]

I've got one more memory with you in it. Wanna hear about that?

[dirtdevil]

Depends, is it more weird body horror shit? Because I'm getting a little nauseous.

[wirsinddiejager]

Dude, like 99% of my memories are weird body horror shit. Get used to it.

[dirtdevil]

No.

[ Pause. ]

Fine, whatever. Spit it out.

[wirsinddiejager]

This one time I transformed by accident. It was the partial thing that's even grosser than normal since it's pretty much just a lump of meat. Anyway, everyone else was flipping out because they thought I'd done it on purpose, but you told them to calm their tits.

Also there was a crazy lady who I think wanted to experiment on me or something.

[dirtdevil]

I hope "calm your tits" is a direct quote.

That's twice I saved your life, then? Damn, kid. You're gonna have to buy me dinner sometime.

[wirsinddiejager]

It's not a direct quote, but it's pretty close.

Also buying dinner might be a bit difficult as long as I'm a wanted criminal.

[dirtdevil]

Yeah, I dunno if I can save you from that, sorry. Stupid as that beard looks on you.

[wirsinddiejager]

I'm not really expecting any saving from that. I got myself into that mess, so I gotta sort it out on my own.