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maskormenacelogs2014-07-02 10:08 am
blondtactician) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-02 10:08 am
hopeful hearts are moving targets [open]
WHO: Armin Arlert and YOU.
WHERE: All over Heropa.
WHEN: 7/1 - 7/7 or so
WHAT: this loser going places doing things talking to people
WARNINGS: possible discussion of canon/spoilers, descriptions of anxiety/PTSD
7/1 - Tuesday Afternoon at the Library - Closed to Skye
[Armin doesn't know much about computers, and there's a lot to know. He has the basics down, at least, and can use google and Wikipedia like a seasoned pro. He even surfs all the messages from imPorts on his free time, attempting to learn more. But he could hardly be called an expert, especially considering most kids his age have grown up using it.
The woman set up her laptop and was using the Wi-Fi and technically it's against policy to bother people about that, even if they're vagrants just hoping to have a wank by streaming porn. Right to privacy laws are pretty restrictive. Still, Armin can't help but wonder what she's up to - glancing at a screen full of numbers that didn't seem like anything most people got up to here.
Couple that with the numerous complaints from other patrons that the bandwidth was all being used and he found himself wondering.
On his break, Armin sits himself down next to Skye, and says,] Hey. I won't kick you out of here for doing that if you'll show me how.
7/2 - Wednesday Afternoon at the Library - closed to Sansa
[Armin recognizes the red-haired girl from seeing her around on the network. At the time she'd been dressed as a noblewoman. Armin's own dislike for monarchy had made him hesitant to help her, even though, he assumed, she was probably as confused by this place as he'd been at first. After skimming those messages, he'd determine she wasn't in need of his help, as many imPorts offered her insights. He'd been struck at the time by how collected and capable she seemed, but promptly put it out of his mind. Armin had plenty of other things to worry about that month.
Still, she seems to be looking around, and Armin is an assistant to the librarians here. He approaches her and offers a polite smile.] Is there something you're looking for, miss?
7/3 - Thursday evening at the Mall - closed to Kotetsu
[It's just an ordinary day at a local shopping mall. Armin tries to avoid the crowds when he can, but he couldn't resist a rather impressive sale on skin care products he'd wanted to try. Plus, it would be better to get all of this sort of thing out of the way before the weekend and holiday hit, something he's very much not looking forward to. It still strikes him as ironic that anything involving a war or conflict would be celebrated by what sounded like artillery rounds, but there are some things Armin's made peace with not understanding.
He's in a fairly good mood as he heads out the door, when a loud, bright explosion of noise sounds off in the entryway he's headed out. Without a second thought, Armin hits the deck, diving behind a potted plant as some young men about his age set off a chain of firecrackers.
The smell of fire and gunpowder. A loud commotion, and people frightened. It's only for a few moments - and the boys are quickly chased out of the mall for their dangerous disruption - but Armin can't bring himself down from the spurt of adrenalin that's surged through him.
He's sick to his stomach, afraid, and can't think straight. He's shaking too badly even to get out his cell phone and call someone for help, so he just sits there, his hands over his ears. He dropped his bag, too, one of its bottles rolling slowly away.]
Saturday morning on the Bus - 7/5 - OPEN to the first reply
[It's early morning and already starting to get hot. Armin is reading a huge hardback volume he has to rest gently on the seat in front of him, his ears covered by headphones blasting something loud and guitar-heavy. He's perfectly contented in his own little world until the bus lurches to a stop, and a team of police officers swarm the bus, hauling off a screaming suspect in hand cuffs. A scene plays out on the side of the road as he struggles.
Armin glances to his cell phone for the time. It's too far for him to get to work on his own at this rate. Nothing left to do but hope things are resolved quickly. He pulls off his headphones, trying to hear what's going on a little better.]
What is going on....
Sunday - 7/5 - OTA
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!
Monday Afternoon at an Indian Restaurant - 7/6 - CLOSED to Jean
[There's something about buffets that always both awe and depress Armin a little bit. So much food, freely available for cheap, and all of it delicious. It would be easy to eat oneself sick. But seeing the locals waddle over to the ice cream machine for yet another cup of vanilla mango swirl can put a damper on one's appetite. Still, Armin enjoys this place, happily situated between both the library and Jean's place of employment. Much of the cuisine from the continent of Asia avoid dairy, a boon for Armin's delicate stomach.
He's happy to see Jean - technically, he ambushed the guy and insisted on taking him to lunch - even if he's still getting used to spending time with his friends in these sort of contexts. There's something about the electric lights, the tinny, ever-present music that makes it all seem surreal. Armin sops up some curry with a corner of naan, glancing up at his friend.]
So. What have you been up to?
WHERE: All over Heropa.
WHEN: 7/1 - 7/7 or so
WHAT: this loser going places doing things talking to people
WARNINGS: possible discussion of canon/spoilers, descriptions of anxiety/PTSD
7/1 - Tuesday Afternoon at the Library - Closed to Skye
[Armin doesn't know much about computers, and there's a lot to know. He has the basics down, at least, and can use google and Wikipedia like a seasoned pro. He even surfs all the messages from imPorts on his free time, attempting to learn more. But he could hardly be called an expert, especially considering most kids his age have grown up using it.
The woman set up her laptop and was using the Wi-Fi and technically it's against policy to bother people about that, even if they're vagrants just hoping to have a wank by streaming porn. Right to privacy laws are pretty restrictive. Still, Armin can't help but wonder what she's up to - glancing at a screen full of numbers that didn't seem like anything most people got up to here.
Couple that with the numerous complaints from other patrons that the bandwidth was all being used and he found himself wondering.
On his break, Armin sits himself down next to Skye, and says,] Hey. I won't kick you out of here for doing that if you'll show me how.
7/2 - Wednesday Afternoon at the Library - closed to Sansa
[Armin recognizes the red-haired girl from seeing her around on the network. At the time she'd been dressed as a noblewoman. Armin's own dislike for monarchy had made him hesitant to help her, even though, he assumed, she was probably as confused by this place as he'd been at first. After skimming those messages, he'd determine she wasn't in need of his help, as many imPorts offered her insights. He'd been struck at the time by how collected and capable she seemed, but promptly put it out of his mind. Armin had plenty of other things to worry about that month.
Still, she seems to be looking around, and Armin is an assistant to the librarians here. He approaches her and offers a polite smile.] Is there something you're looking for, miss?
7/3 - Thursday evening at the Mall - closed to Kotetsu
[It's just an ordinary day at a local shopping mall. Armin tries to avoid the crowds when he can, but he couldn't resist a rather impressive sale on skin care products he'd wanted to try. Plus, it would be better to get all of this sort of thing out of the way before the weekend and holiday hit, something he's very much not looking forward to. It still strikes him as ironic that anything involving a war or conflict would be celebrated by what sounded like artillery rounds, but there are some things Armin's made peace with not understanding.
He's in a fairly good mood as he heads out the door, when a loud, bright explosion of noise sounds off in the entryway he's headed out. Without a second thought, Armin hits the deck, diving behind a potted plant as some young men about his age set off a chain of firecrackers.
The smell of fire and gunpowder. A loud commotion, and people frightened. It's only for a few moments - and the boys are quickly chased out of the mall for their dangerous disruption - but Armin can't bring himself down from the spurt of adrenalin that's surged through him.
He's sick to his stomach, afraid, and can't think straight. He's shaking too badly even to get out his cell phone and call someone for help, so he just sits there, his hands over his ears. He dropped his bag, too, one of its bottles rolling slowly away.]
Saturday morning on the Bus - 7/5 - OPEN to the first reply
[It's early morning and already starting to get hot. Armin is reading a huge hardback volume he has to rest gently on the seat in front of him, his ears covered by headphones blasting something loud and guitar-heavy. He's perfectly contented in his own little world until the bus lurches to a stop, and a team of police officers swarm the bus, hauling off a screaming suspect in hand cuffs. A scene plays out on the side of the road as he struggles.
Armin glances to his cell phone for the time. It's too far for him to get to work on his own at this rate. Nothing left to do but hope things are resolved quickly. He pulls off his headphones, trying to hear what's going on a little better.]
What is going on....
Sunday - 7/5 - OTA
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!
Monday Afternoon at an Indian Restaurant - 7/6 - CLOSED to Jean
[There's something about buffets that always both awe and depress Armin a little bit. So much food, freely available for cheap, and all of it delicious. It would be easy to eat oneself sick. But seeing the locals waddle over to the ice cream machine for yet another cup of vanilla mango swirl can put a damper on one's appetite. Still, Armin enjoys this place, happily situated between both the library and Jean's place of employment. Much of the cuisine from the continent of Asia avoid dairy, a boon for Armin's delicate stomach.
He's happy to see Jean - technically, he ambushed the guy and insisted on taking him to lunch - even if he's still getting used to spending time with his friends in these sort of contexts. There's something about the electric lights, the tinny, ever-present music that makes it all seem surreal. Armin sops up some curry with a corner of naan, glancing up at his friend.]
So. What have you been up to?
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[He rubs at the back of his neck, uncertainly.]
I mean, it's not gonna do much for quiet now if it's at home...
[That question catches him off-guard, though. And for a minute, he just gives Armin a look like he's a little alien. It's a question he doesn't have an answer to, nor does he think he needs one. So finally, he just shrugs, a dismissive rise and fall of his shoulders.]
Why not?
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[The guy's clueless nature makes him smile a little bit, though. He's not sure why, but usually his instincts about this sort of thing are pretty on-mark. He's been given no indication he should mistrust him, and he's not armed. Just so long as he doesn't get into a car to an unknown location with him, and stays in public (as much as he's loathed to, given how shaky he is), it should be fine.
Armin's voice is still coming shaky, slurred.]
Tell me your name.
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[As much as he's an idealist and a dreamer, he's not blind enough to deny that. Working in the kind of job he has for over a decade, he knows people can be callous.]
But there's plenty that aren't.
[That's not what a Hero does.]
It's Kotetsu. Kotetsu Kaburagi. What's yours?
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[He averts his gaze when he introduces himself.] I'm Armin Arlert.
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Nice to meetcha, Armin.
[It's said a little distractedly, because he's busy eyeing you with concern.]
You sure you don't want those headphones?
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Can't help you out with that one, sorry.
[Well, won't, but still. As much as he wants to help, he's not willing to furnish alcohol to a minor. Along with being illegal, it's just generally really irresponsible and he's not okay with that.]
But if there's anything else I can do...
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Yeah, of course. [A smile.] I don't mind at all.
[Tbh he'd probably get on the bus with you, too. `_` Kotetsu wants to make sure for himself that Armin will be okay.]
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[Armin carries his bag of soaps closely, walking as if he's afraid he might slip and fall on the perfectly-steady sidewalk.]
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[Which feels like a minor eternity, but not really all that long in the scope of things.]
Oh yeah? What's your world like? Mine's pretty similar to this place, really, though it's got better tech.
[KOTETSU NO, YOU WILL REGRET KNOWING THE ANSWER TO THAT.]
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[A pause.]
There's a war. We're fighting giants that eat people alive. It's complicated.
[Armin mumbles, as if he's said something he ought to apologize say.] I've been here almost three months, and I still can't believe I'm away from that place.
i keep forgetting kotetsu talked to erwin briefly l m f a o
...Aa, I think I heard something about that before. All that must've been scary to deal with.
[He's unconsciously slipping into that 'dad' tone again; Kotetsu hasn't realized that when Armin says 'we', he doesn't mean it collectively in the sense of a nation or a people. He hasn't realized that Armin is a soldier, not merely some helpless child bystander in a world filled with people-eating monsters.]
Probably a pretty big relief to be safe from those things, huh?
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Sort of.
At least I knew what I was doing there, I knew the enemy, and I knew how to fight it. Here, half of the challenge is just adjusting to every day things. Adjusting to gunpowder being used as entertainment...
[Armin shakes his head, shoulders slumping a little.]