closed;

[schild]

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

[anequal]

I know. I know, I'm kidding.

[He huffs out a sigh and slides himself off of Alan's lap to sit next to him, keeping an arm around his friend's shoulder still.]

What'd you see?

[wirsinddiejager]

[Alan takes a deep breath. How does he even explain this without going into "oh yeah past me was fucking nuts"]

I saw him telling me that same thing he told us all there. It just kind of. Connected to other memories I've got, and.

[He makes a vague gesture to indicate ragefits happening.]

[anequal]

... Whoever of the titan-fighting spider people you used to be, has a tendency to express his unstoppable rage for titan and titan people with physical violence instead of raising the volume to eleven?

That's... pretty rough. I knew these pulses can affect how you look, but they can also affect you like that, huh.

[wirsinddiejager]

Yeah. It's really fucked up.

[anequal]

... None of us here are going to hold it against you.

And if he goes berserk like that again, we'll snap you out of it.

[wirsinddiejager]

Thanks.

...That's never happened before. Not like that. I mean, I know the memories and stuff have... changed how I think, but. I never had trouble telling memories from what's real.

[anequal]

It looked like a really strong memory... if past you was really really angry, then... maybe?

I don't really know. All the stuff I've remembered are more or less not really emotional. I think past-me -- Armin, that's is name? -- wasn't really someone who got all worked up too much.

[wirsinddiejager]

Past me was really angry all the fucking time. I'm a paragon of calm and quiet and forgiveness compared to that guy.

[anequal]

Because you're Alan Hunter, not whatshisname.


[He sighs and pats his shoulder again.]

You want anything to drink?

[wirsinddiejager]

[He sighs and leans his head back, looking very tired.]

Yeah, I could go for a coke or something.

[anequal]

[He grins, getting to his feet.] I'll be right back with it, then. Ease up, Alan. You're still the angsty suffering teenage artist with the angsty suffering artist screamo music, and you will stay that way.

[wirsinddiejager]

Me listening to screamo music was still never a thing, okay.

[anequal]

[He just laughs as he wanders away, but he'll come back with a cup of soda and hand it to Alan!]

Live up to the stereotypes.