They're enormous humanoids from my world that relentlessly devour other humans... ranging from three to around sixty meters tall... insentient beings that subsist off of photosynthesizing...
He's there in half an hour, jeans and a sweatshirt with the hood back. He's not particularly nervous about meeting her in person; there's plenty to be distracted by. He's not exactly pleased that he got sucked in so quickly by her call to adventure, but it's something to do and there's only so much tinkering he can accomplish before his eyes start to cross.
So he waits, also trying not to seem too excited about seeing something new.
Hange turns up on time. She could be messy about that even with a military background, but she does make an effort for her inmates. In person she is lanky, androgynous, with an eyepatch covering her left eye and hair pulled up in a messy, floppy ponytail, and she is in uniform and wearing the tactical gear, which is basically indescribable. To the untrained eye it's a mess of straps and swords and hilts and boxy scabbards and gas tanks all connected.
"We'll see the captured ones first... the little guys."
Hange leads the way, pausing to key in their destination. She does it quickly. Hange visits home in the Enclosure regularly.
"Eh... one hundred years ago, titans drove my people into the walls. You'll see them. Relentless foes of humanity, who regenerate swiftly from wounds... the nape is the weak point but only the nape. Slice off their head, and it'll regenerate within a minute and a half, usually."
Going deeper into the Enclosure spits them out in... a small-ish area, made smaller by makeshift walls erected around. These walls look like canvas stretched over wooden frames. They wouldn't stop a loose titan, but they keep rubberneckers off.
Sawney and Bean are about as restrained as it's possible to get, collared in multiple ropes attached to frames surrounding them, literally pounded full of enormous nails, in places nailed to the ground. They are hot, hotter than humans, and as Jacobi gets closer, the heat increases and Sawney and Bean shift to eye approaching potential prey. Their faces are disproportioned but recognizably humanoid, and draw naturally into smiles, like a baby seeing someone it likes. They don't have nipples. They don't have genitals. There's a smell to them, a hot, wet, and sulfurous smell.
He doesn't know what he was expecting, but it isn't that. He stares, pretty openly, eyes wide as he takes them in. He doesn't shy away from their gaze, doesn't seem to be afraid of them, but he does heed her words and stays back, not getting too close to them.
"What the fuck, Hange?" is really all he can think of to say at the moment. It takes half a second and he's back in his normal headspace, chuckling softly.
She circles around, keeping Jacobi on her right so he remains in her peripheral vision. Usually her expression seems to want to smile, even when Hange is not smiling - now it drifts into neutrality.
"I am, or I was, a titan researcher.. for most of my life. We understood so little of them for so long. We knew so little for so long. Every sample we captured could add to our baseline knowledge about titans."
She points between them.
"This is Sawney, and this is Bean. Two smaller specimens. It's really too much of a risk to bring in a larger one... we're within the walls now."
"Huh. You named them." He looks up, a little unnerved by them now. They're too humanoid for his liking and he has a sudden taste of metal in his mouth.
The mention, again, of these being the smaller ones has him intrigued and, hands still in his pockets, he walks around, adjusting his stance slightly in case he needs to bolt.
Hange pivots, plants her feet, folds her arms behind her back - very military stance. She's angled so she can easily look between the Titans and her temporary inmate.
"We defeated them, Jacobi. We eradicated the titans outside the walls. I helped. Design of anti-titan weaponry was a large part of my job... unfortunately, killing the titans didn't make us safe. It turns out we were on an island, the world outside was full of people, and they wanted us to stay right where we were... or crawl into our graves and just die."
The walls loom large overhead. Distant, but large - sixty meters tall. There's a palpable weight to their plaster-white anonimity.
"You weren't! Which is why I'm explaining. My world has changed drastically, even in my life. We rode outside of the walls on horseback, while the rest of the world was developing planes and cars and trains. I first saw the sea when I was thirty-two. We were hated because we were empire-builders who held much of the world in thrall, and we were on that island because at last one of our leaders felt remorse for the shadow we'd cast on the world, and he withdrew us - part of us - onto the island called Paradis, and into the three walls, Maria, Rose, and Sina, locked away so the world no longer needed to fear the Eldian people."
He's never been one to worry about feeling small before. But he feels miniscule in their presence. Trapped. It's not a good feeling. He'd rather face the titans.
"You know, you're one of the few to ask me that... a question that weighed very much in my mind, and in the mind of every scout. It's interesting how few people here really demonstrate curiosity like that."
"I don't like anyone, so that's not exactly a good point," he mutters, meeting her face for a moment but too paranoid about the titans to look away for long. "But if you're worried about me blabbing, you can rest easy. Spilling your secrets is definitely fucking with you." Which, as discussed earlier, is forbidden. If not by the letter of the rule, most certainly the spirit.
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Believe it or not, Warren didn't tell me that much. He wanted to abnegate from interfering between us in case of a pairing. I found that fair.
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I fucking hate all of his so-called friends here. The last one that tried to play that angle with me found himself sans hands.
So! I thought we were settling on an activity since I'm apparently not stimulated enough for your liking.
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Okaaaay. [Brightly:] I can show you a titan!
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Titan?
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Give me... half an hour. I assume you know where the Enclosure is.
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He's there in half an hour, jeans and a sweatshirt with the hood back. He's not particularly nervous about meeting her in person; there's plenty to be distracted by. He's not exactly pleased that he got sucked in so quickly by her call to adventure, but it's something to do and there's only so much tinkering he can accomplish before his eyes start to cross.
So he waits, also trying not to seem too excited about seeing something new.
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"We'll see the captured ones first... the little guys."
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He takes her in with a trained eye, though that doesn't do much except tell him that it's a uniform. Of what? He has no idea.
But apparently she means business.
"Can't wait. So what? These things are in your world? What's their story?" he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. He'll follow after her.
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"Eh... one hundred years ago, titans drove my people into the walls. You'll see them. Relentless foes of humanity, who regenerate swiftly from wounds... the nape is the weak point but only the nape. Slice off their head, and it'll regenerate within a minute and a half, usually."
Going deeper into the Enclosure spits them out in... a small-ish area, made smaller by makeshift walls erected around. These walls look like canvas stretched over wooden frames. They wouldn't stop a loose titan, but they keep rubberneckers off.
Sawney and Bean are about as restrained as it's possible to get, collared in multiple ropes attached to frames surrounding them, literally pounded full of enormous nails, in places nailed to the ground. They are hot, hotter than humans, and as Jacobi gets closer, the heat increases and Sawney and Bean shift to eye approaching potential prey. Their faces are disproportioned but recognizably humanoid, and draw naturally into smiles, like a baby seeing someone it likes. They don't have nipples. They don't have genitals. There's a smell to them, a hot, wet, and sulfurous smell.
Hange shadows Jacobi.
"Don't get too close..."
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"What the fuck, Hange?" is really all he can think of to say at the moment. It takes half a second and he's back in his normal headspace, chuckling softly.
"What are you doing with them in here?"
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She circles around, keeping Jacobi on her right so he remains in her peripheral vision. Usually her expression seems to want to smile, even when Hange is not smiling - now it drifts into neutrality.
"I am, or I was, a titan researcher.. for most of my life. We understood so little of them for so long. We knew so little for so long. Every sample we captured could add to our baseline knowledge about titans."
She points between them.
"This is Sawney, and this is Bean. Two smaller specimens. It's really too much of a risk to bring in a larger one... we're within the walls now."
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The mention, again, of these being the smaller ones has him intrigued and, hands still in his pockets, he walks around, adjusting his stance slightly in case he needs to bolt.
"You were? You don't plan on doing this again?"
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"We defeated them, Jacobi. We eradicated the titans outside the walls. I helped. Design of anti-titan weaponry was a large part of my job... unfortunately, killing the titans didn't make us safe. It turns out we were on an island, the world outside was full of people, and they wanted us to stay right where we were... or crawl into our graves and just die."
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He turns, taking in the walls but never once turning his back on the creatures. As much as he wants to. As much as they make his teeth clench.
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"You weren't! Which is why I'm explaining. My world has changed drastically, even in my life. We rode outside of the walls on horseback, while the rest of the world was developing planes and cars and trains. I first saw the sea when I was thirty-two. We were hated because we were empire-builders who held much of the world in thrall, and we were on that island because at last one of our leaders felt remorse for the shadow we'd cast on the world, and he withdrew us - part of us - onto the island called Paradis, and into the three walls, Maria, Rose, and Sina, locked away so the world no longer needed to fear the Eldian people."
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"And the titans? Where did they come from?"
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"You know, you're one of the few to ask me that... a question that weighed very much in my mind, and in the mind of every scout. It's interesting how few people here really demonstrate curiosity like that."
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"This is an important secret, you know. Especially to tell to an inmate, who I don't know if I can trust, who doesn't even like me..."
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handwave?
Done and done!
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