[Open] What do you mean, it's the 21st century?

[everylastone]

Characters: Eren Jaeger and OPEN
Location: A nameless street in the city, Shibusen and the training area
Rating: PG-13
Time: June 9th
Description: After finally being permitted out of the hospital’s quarantine Eren has nothing better to do than


a) Run in front of a car

b) Look like a suicidal idiot on a wall

c) Stare at everybody who’s not Caucasian white or has a non-standard hair-color during training time.

d) Do all of the above with predictable consequences.


((OOC: Hi, I'm trying a little different setup this time~ This is an open log with multiple scenarios set up in its comments. As always, comment wherever you want in whatever style you prefer and I'll go along with it!))

Comments

/kick me if Atem already mentioned that he's a ruler and I forgot /)_(\

[everylastone]

His lips quirked up at the idea that he'd make a good adviser for anything. That was Armin's specialty, Eren got passionate far too quickly. (Albeit he also didn't think that he'd do even half as catastrophically at it as Jean liked to proclaim. Putting your heart into something didn't mean that you had to switch your brain off.)

Ironically enough Eren sort of got it. Sort of. "So you're some kind of commanding officer where you come from?"

Nah, he tends not to say so unless prompted

[pregames]

"As pharaoh I was the head of our military, yes. But we were responsible for... well... everything." There’s no hiding the pride as he admits to it; neither was he trying to show off. It was a fact and one of the few secrets he hadn't kept.

[everylastone]

Eren thought about it for a moment before he inclined his head like a curious kid. "Does a 'pharooh' have to be that young? Taking charge of everything seems to be a lot to push on a kid, even if you get a lot of people helping you." Atem talked like an adult and he seemed to be pretty mature, but even considering that some people were smaller than others he still had to be some years younger than Eren.

Pushing that kind of responsibility on a kid didn't seem fair.

[pregames]

"I does not work like that that exactly. I was my father's only son and heir apparent. When he died there was no other option but to take the throne." While it was true that some kings came to power so young that they required the aid of a regent, Atem was loath to consider that option and had actually fought against it. It only made a mess of the succession.

Whatever the reason, he took it seriously and without resentment.

[everylastone]

Ah, so he was something like a king...

Ha, that was actually a strange thing to think, imaging him talking to the king - any king, really - as if they were from the same rank. Once again Eren didn't know what exactly to say to that, so he remained silent at first.

Best begin with the dead father, he guessed... "Sorry with that about your father. It sucks, losing part of your family."

[pregames]

At that, Atem averted his gaze to the horizon, the western edge of the earth to be precise. The direction in which the soul took flight when after shedding its corporeal form. He remained at ease, unperturbed, wistful more than anything "It does. More than anything"

Curiously, he had to wonder why Eren put it like that, not just sympathy but real empathy. "You sound as though you have experienced such loss as well."

[everylastone]

"I have."

Shifting his stance, Eren looked at what Atem's eyes might see as well. To him, there was no religion or lore about what might have happened to the souls of the dead - once you were eaten that was it - but the un-obscured horizon still had a special meaning to him.

"My family lived in the Shiganshina District, back when the Colossal Titan broke Wall Maria. A part of it fell on our house and crushed my mom's feet. I had to watch as she was eaten." He would never forget that titan. Never never Never! Shaking the dark memory off he stepped towards the edge of the railing, concentrating on the open horizon as his hands grabbed it tightly. "My father had been away due to his work as a doctor at that time. He survived by sheer luck, but he was never the same after that. He vanished soon after as well and never showed up again. Hannes thinks that he must have died somewhere. I think the same."

He looked at Atem with unbroken green eyes. "All that happened five years ago."