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Elliot Craig

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[fiddlestick]

[ Elliot will pick up that comfort, and nuzzle his own cheek against Eren's. His arm will wrap around Eren's side, letting him be close.

Did it because they had to... Elliot doesn't understand it. It's not in him to understand that level of death. It's one of the reasons he wasn't cut out for joining the military. Even if they found a way around his physical weaknesses, his heart would never be fit.

But he knows that he trusts Eren. That if Eren believes that, he shouldn't condemn them as monsters so readily. ]

...Sounds like a cruel world, if they have to do things like that.

[usurpers]

It was.

[ tragic, really— but . . . even if it had been horrible, not all of it was. as little as they were, he still had . . . good memories. he met good people that he wished he could’ve doesn’t more time with. wished that maybe, they didn’t have to meet under the circumstances that they did. ]

But it was still beautiful. [ not the cruelty, far from it! eren says it with fondness, at least a little bit of melancholy. there were good people from there that didn’t deserve what they lived through, but. past is past. ] You’re up.

[fiddlestick]

[that sounds pretty poetic. Cruel yet beautiful. He supposes a world like that wouldn't be all bad, else why would people fight for it. Still, he'd rather Eren stayed in this world. Junior...never seemed to have any real chance.]

Oh, mine huh? Well...

[He thinks on it, finishing off a slice of pizza.]

If I had to guess, one of the things that fueled the war from happening was there was this terrorist group. The Imperial Liberation Front. They were after some Chancellor's head...but I also remember them taking an iron mine hostage...with some nobility's help.

[So..that's not great.]

[usurpers]

[ he remembers something as elliot begins to speak, the pause being fleeting and brief. it was mikasa telling him what he had told elliot just now.

what else can we do? this world . . is cruel. they just had to fight for it to keep seeing the beauty. luckily, eren doesn’t space out; he listens. ]

What did the terrorists want, anyway–?

[ to take up places hostage instead of blowing them to pieces probably meant something–?

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[Elliot doesn't notice Eren's pause, thinking about his own memories]

I'm not...sure. I mean, I know they wanted to kill this chancellor who had a lot of power. But why or what that has to do with taking over a mine... I don't know. My memories are still too spotty.

I know they called themselves the Imperial Liberation Front though. Not sure how working with nobility would liberate anyone though.

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Politics are bullshit wherever you go.

[ is the conclusion he comes to, at this point. but to help piece things together, maybe help him out with trying to remember (because it’s much better to be prepared for something than get hit with disleveling emotional shock) . . . ]

. . . Nobles have money. Money buys a lot of things.

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[He makes a slight sound of agreement. Yeah. BS is a good way to put it. ]

Maybe...but the nobles will also arrest you for made-up crimes if they don't like you or even your relatives.

They're not exactly the nice nobility you hear about in fairy tales.

[usurpers]

That’s how nobles usually are, though— guys with too much cash that just want their way.

Put the two together and you have a pretty strong group. They’ll do what it takes to get what they want. [ eren shrugs a little and makes a face. ] Until one of them doesn’t need the other.

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[He sighs, unhappy but unable to deny it] I guess so...

[And his other self is stuck in the middle of that mess. Great]

Your turn?

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[ eren rests his cheek on elliot’s head and rubs over it reassuringly, tapping his arm as he keeps a loose embrace around him. ]

I figured out who that woman I had memories from is.

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[He leans into that embrace, relaxing with an exhale through his nose]

Really? Who is it?

[Is it Junior in a wig because really even he couldn't completely dismiss that theory]

[usurpers]

The queen. [ well— ] Dad still called her “king of the walls”. They could both turn into titans.

[ remember what he said about crappy ass politics!!! ]

He asked her for her help when the walls fell. And when she refused— they fought. He won and took her powers away.

[ and after a dry pause— ]

He ate her.

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[..................]



He...ate...the queen.



[GONNA NEED TO PROCESS THAT FOR A SEC]

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[ Y E a H ]

Then I’m pretty sure Junior ate him.

[ Y




E A H ]

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[.............]


I....

Uh--

[WHAT???]

Wow.

[usurpers]

[ he almost wants to laugh, and he sort of does as he rubs a temple with a free hand and drops it between his half bent leg. yeah. yeah. ]

It has to do with . . . taking someone’s powers, I think. Junior isn’t supposed to remember the first time for some reason.

[ he actually— remembers a pretty questionable conversation while he tried to beat someone up with chicken wings. ]

No one is.

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Y-Yeah....I can see why anyone would want to repress a memory like that...

[Cause seriously, that's all manner of MESSED UP. He takes a small deep breath, before weakly joking.]

I-I guess that's just one more reason for us to avoid cannibals...haha...

[usurpers]

It’s a lot less repressed and just— kind of screwed up with an injection.

[ but hey, that story is kind of up in the air still. the awkward sounding joke has eren lifting his head to look down at elliot, in the eyes. ]

. . . You’re not— worried, are you?

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R-Right. Well still, it's probably a blessing...

[Some things are better forgotten. ]

What? No! [He shakes his head and lets out a sigh] Not exactly. Just...Junior's dad ate a queen, and then got eaten by Junior is ... I'm not sure how to react to that. But it's not like I think you'll eat anyone, really.

[He does give a slightly worried look up at him though]

Though...maybe you should be careful who you tell that your power is inheritable. Just in case.

[Elliot wasn't naive enough to trust everyone on the app. It's one of the reasons he was actually pretty vague about how his magic work on the network. All it'd take is one person absolutely crazy enough to try...]

[usurpers]

[ well thank god!!!! eren has always had a bit of insecurity involving that, especially after thor-chan. and if there are more shifters . . . who guarantees that he didn’t eat more people?

but elliot was right about one thing. ]

It’s hard to explain, anyway. You’re the only person who knows. [ because he’s the only person eren can trust with certainty. not even the person he shares memories with is a good idea. maybe in the future if they’re close, but. they’re not. ] I don’t want to go telling people I consciously ate other people.

[







WHOOPS ]

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Other people?

As in...plural?

(1/2)

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[ fuk






this got awkward ]

. . . Just. One more. That I know of.

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[ avdksjd BUT LET HIM EXPLAIN AND FORGET ABOUT THIRD PERSON THIS MAKES HIM FREAK OUT ]

But I didn’t go around— eating people! Just like that!

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[....One more. That he knows of. Well that's, uh, something. It'd be good to have a moment to process that, but he sees Eren's freaking out a little- so he focuses on that. He'll reach over to touch his cheek]

N-No, I know. You wouldn't do that. [He leans over to rest his forehead against Eren's. See? He's not afraid of you] It's okay...

[usurpers]

[ wait until he remembers breaking coconuts

but the reassurance does cut the worry short; there was a reason eren never really mentioned it to anyone, and didn’t want to, for the record. ]

. . . It was the same memory from February. [ the lottery winner that made him want to just. stop going after these memories as a whole. let them come the way they should and always know how to differentiate himself from eren, and eren he sighs quietly when their foreheads touch, his arm reaching around him again to keep him close. ] It was some. Rogue strategy.