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How does one go the best about forcing an echo?

And, relatedly, is there a way to control what exactly is echoed?

[She knows that she is threading dangerous waters here, but she also needs a very specific thing that she knows her former self possessed.]

[Also, action option: Blaine will be visiting Chloe's farm around noon, poking around the area to find the shorter female. She wears normal, non-descriptive, though not quite her usual clothes (well, the thick brown jacket is normal, but the white pants and knee-high boots are definitely not something that she's been around town in before), and has a fairly large bag over her shoulder. Whoever might be there for whatever reason: Feel free to run into her!]

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So? Pictures forthcoming? [She really hopes that Ryan doesn't expect her to come over and get them, here. ~~By why the mun means that yes, by all means, make her.~~]

Hey, losers can't be choosers. I got you the largest that I could get without people asking questions.

[And she learned so many things that she never wanted to know googling this.]

Well, you're more likely to get an echo if you see it in person, though I could start reciting stuff I remember, if you wanna try that, too. Buuuut, like I said... If you saw them in person, you're practically guaranteed.

I appreciate you worrying about my dick so much. The only one who usually does that is Bertholdt. :^)

[ I can't even tell if he's using the smiley sarcastically or not... ]

[Hm. It's a bit of an off chance, but... surely she wouldn't echo anything titan from those uniforms, and she has seen Ryan before (sure, through binoculars and from too far a distance to actually see details, but hopefully that would be enough to not count as a first) and nothing happened then. And since the uniform pieces must have been related to 3DMG usage, the chance that it will help with the height issue is not too off.

But what if Ryan echoes anything off her? She still doesn't remember enough to properly judge the risk that that might bring. ...On the other hand it will happen eventually, and maybe it would be better to do it under controlled conditions, so to speak. The question is...]

Would that have to be in your place? [She'd rather not be outnumbered. Ryan, she can deal with should anything happen - she's sure of that. She's taken out guys larger than him before through her job and jobs. But if Bertholdt is around as well...]

Believe me, I have dealt with enough unruly men to know how important their dicks are to them. [Draw your own conclusions, or maybe don't. The imaginary might be unsettling.]

Well, I can't exactly leave... but then, Alan and Octavia are staying over, so maybe meeting somewhere would be a good idea.

My dick is plenty important to me. And my fiancee. It's a pretty big priority in our relationship.

[ tmi.... ]

I can get a minivan.

[And drive it.

She's still 17. Not that anyone needs to know that. Her driver's license is even issued by official places. Things that connections can get you in life...]

You know, normally I'd worry about getting into minivans with strangers, but seeing as how I'm the Armored Titan, I think I'll survive if you do turn out to scam me.

[ He's trying to give you echoes, you see what he did? ]

[Oh

fuck.

Can she still back out of this without looking too shady? Probably not at this point. She should never have decided that this was a good idea, but... Okay, she'll just hope that Ryan doesn't echo anything off of her, the earlier point still stands.

Not that she is quite sure yet what is going on in this sudden memory of hers, but with what she knows, her thoughts kind of jump to worst-case scenario at all times at this point.]

Not like driving the van against a tree would do much to do, either.

So. When?

[After all all of the above still stands, she'll just. Be more jumpy now.]

[ That's actually the first time he said it in so many words, Blaine. You should be flattered. ]

Yeah, exactly. It should be fine.

Sometime during the week, maybe?

[A quick flipping around...] Tuesday afternoon?

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