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text. ( it starts! ...i'm so sorry. )

[keeps]

[ Sometime in the evening of October 6th, perhaps when Eren believes he has at last subverted the natural order of things and tasted the sweet, balmy air of freedom... it's Mikasa time.

His network-equipped piece of jewelry will begin to glow, and then: ]

incoming text from: . . . . mikasa.





where are you?

rip eren's inbox

[counterattacked]

[Ah, goodbye personal freedom. It hadn't occurred that having a way to get in touch with people over long distances might result in this, but it probably should have. He's been around enough to get the gist of how this works, but it's still sort of weird and alarming when shit starts glowing and pinging for his attention all of a sudden. After the subsequent fumbling required to actually respond, etc—]

why?

[That's not an answer, Eren. But surely(??) it must be very important if it can't wait, what is casual texting.]

[keeps]

the goblins are becoming increasingly suspicious

[ Hashtag: things Mikasa never thought she would say.

And - honestly? She, herself, is mistrustful. They were supposed to be home by now, back under the orders of the Legion. Instead, they are dragged further into a battle they never volunteered for, bolsters by sympathies she does not possess.

As long as Eren is okay, then everything's fine. The day after that?

Not even Mikasa herself knows. ]

if I know where you are, it's easier for me to come get you if there's trouble

[ Eventually, this severe clinginess will dampen back down into Mikasa's normal level of insane. Eventually. ]

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[ah, yes. This is a familiar enough argument, though the specifics of it are weird and foreign. As unfamiliar as this place and its conflict is, his answer doesn't change much. Maybe this will help restore her sense of normality.]

if there's trouble, worry about that first instead of finding me.

[They're soldiers. Trouble is what they're trained to deal with.]

[keeps]

if I know you, you'll be in the middle of it

[ If being by his side through the entirety of her military training and most of her deployment didn't teach her that, than the years Mikasa spent fostered in his household certainly did.

He can grouse as much as she wants. She's staying firm on this. ]

nov 10 idk makes up dates

[sediments]

FROM: bLIN

hey eren!!

sure why not

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[frowns at, who is this. in fact—]

bLIN?

[sediments]

[ oh my god he's so lonely why doesn't anyone love him ]

hey! it's bolin!

Mobile tagging is impossible I hope you appreciate my efforts

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[Bolin please get ahold of yourself. But oh. okay sure that makes slightly (??????) more sense.]

Hey Bolin

Something up?

[sediments]

i wanted to ask
youre in like an army right?

arrived in a sealed envelope, with no return address.

[futurologists]

Eren, we've taken notice of you.

If you have an interest in bringing justice to Chantes, we welcome you to meet us in the woods on the evening of November 21st. Do not tell anyone.

The Order of the Chimera

[The letter is finished with a chimera symbol, nearly identical to the one burned into the ground that first day.]

text, 12/4

[strictdiscipline]

Eren. Are you there?

[Guess who.]

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[Not like he's got anywhere else to be. The answer doesn't come immediately, though—they need to be careful not to look suspicious, lest they lose the one advantage they have right now. But soon enough—]

Hawkeye? [Not that guessing's really necessary. He's been in touch with Levi and Sieglinde at least, so he's got reason to assume she's aware of his circumstances. So.] I'm here. They've still got us locked up.

[That is, no changes on their end. Still.]

[strictdiscipline]

[The lapse between message and reply has her on edge, the way it has for every message she's sent between now and the past week. She never manages to fully stifle her sight of relief whenever she gets an answer; now is no different.]

Hopefully not for much longer. One of the Order members contacted us. He's offering his assistance in freeing you.

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[That gets his attention fast.]

assistance?

[Technically, he could find Arthur's post and read it for himself, if he knew it was there to find, but they haven't had the luxury to be on the social media lookout, and this is more direct. The Order is still largely an unknown—and a morally grey one at that. So—]

what's going on?

[strictdiscipline]

His name is Arthur. His brother Michel - the leader of the Order and the one who supposedly caused the disappearance of the sun - is currently imprisoned alongside you.

[Scowly man who hates everyone, does that ring a bell?]

Arthur is confident that Michel will escape somehow, but fears that he will exact some means of revenge, magical or otherwise, on the people of this place if he's detained too long. Hence the offer of assistance.

[It's not a particularly promising explanation of events but as it stands, this temporary olive branch is all they've got.]

12/07 - text

[viscontree]

Eren, it's Julius. How are you doing?

[They spent quality time in prison together. The jail break was a success. This is a good time for them to talk. Eren's someone Julius wants to check up on personally. SO YEAH HI, AMBI. I HOPE YOU AREN'T DYING IN FINALS TOO MUCH.]

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[I'm always dying. What a cute text tho. He'll even give it an actual answer, because Julius probably deserves that much.]

better now that we're out of there.

[And not just for the fresh air, though that's a huge part of it. Eren doesn't do all that well in cages. He's fine, now that he's gotten some time to rest and they've gotten themselves away from the barrier so his regenerative ability could get to work on his injuries. It's been a few days since the successful jailbreak, long enough for things to settle down into a new consistent tension. They're free, but that doesn't mean their names have been cleared, and it sure as hell doesn't mean they're any closer to solving this conflict, or bringing back the sun.

And since Eren still hasn't really gotten a handle on the practice of casual texting—]

Is something up?

[viscontree]

[Oh no poor Ambi. Good luck )x

Julius sighs out of relief when he sees Eren's response. Good to hear that he's doing better. One less thing to worry about.]

Not really. I just wanted to check up on you. Try not to push yourself too hard.

[The worst is over, but they really aren't out of the woods yet. Does Eren have enough to eat? Is he comfortable where he is? Julius just wants to know how Eren's handling this whole fugitive thing. He'll ask later. ]

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[Aw. It's just as well he doesn't lead with all that, because Eren's not asshole enough to scorn concern in general but he can feel pretty smothered if it lays on too thick. To be honest, he's lucky in that he's got one of his commanding officers here in Chantes with him. Fugitive life probably isn't great no matter what you do, but at least he's got Levi's support to fall back on if he really needs to.]

some of the goblins are holding a grudge from the fight a few weeks back, but it's no big deal. they like us a lot better in the outskirts than the city, anyway.

[A few pissy goblins picking a fight with him in the midst of being a some kind of heroic vigilante to the rest is better than having a target on his back to get thrown in the slammer. A beat, then—]

I'm not doing anything stupid.

[(Not right away, anyway.) He's not very good at the lying low thing, but he's very aware of what it took to break them out.]

i accidentally hit enter too fast...:'( half my tag was lost in the cross fire...

[viscontree]

[Julius would never think that Eren would want to do somethings stupid intentionally. He does seem to get into trouble more often than not which is why Julius is concerned to begin with. Eren is a soldier so he can fend for himself on some level. It was nice to hear back from him though.]

It's important for us to stay out of harms way. You can come see me if you ever need assistance with anything.

[He's offering a helping had whether Eren needs it or not.]

text; un: Asami Sato

[satomotive]

Hello, Eren, it's Asami. I know it's been a while since we last talked.
I was wondering if you would mind letting me take a closer look at your maneuvering gear? I promise I won't do anything to hurt it.

[counterattacked]

[this tag is cute...asami's cute. anyway.]

sure. [He's inclined to agree—he's got nothing better to do with himself right now, and it's kind of nice to talk to someone who seems enthusiastic and interested about the mechanism and it's use. Besides, she'd apparently seen something similar before, and comparing notes interesting too.

The "I promise," however, is as suspicious as it is reassuring.]

what do you want to see?

[Define "closer look," Asami...]

[satomotive]

[ Well, it's kind of him to agree so quickly... though saying she wants to take it apart might not go over well. Sweats. ]

I'd really love to see how it all works, if you don't mind letting me poke around with the machinery a little bit.
It's just that this kind of technology would be... revolutionary where I came from. It would level the playing field between metalbenders and... everyone else!

[ Someone's getting too excited about nerdy tech stuff. ]

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[Yeah you better instill some confidence in your skills, lady.

Lucky for Asami, Eren's come into the opinion that they ought to take whatever advantages they can find here home with them if they're going to get stuck doing ALASTAIR'S dirty work anyway. (And he's all for leveling the field when it comes to gaps in power. Don't tell him about the Equalists.) So if he hadn't already agreed, she makes a good argument. He raps his knuckles restlessly against his knees for a second while he deliberates. Then.]

I can tune it up but I can't fix it if you break something.

[And then he'd be grounded...not like there are many replacements hanging around, and he only knows enough for routine or emergency maintenance. If only he knew a mechanic.]