super duper nasty

Irritating Hange was a grandiose deed not many could presume to achieve, few could come to end with the patient of the strange but often fun-loving woman. She could be aware of the exaggeration, partaking of such whenever a situation demanded a scream or two, it was purely part of the personality therefore she could only but blink at the obvious accusations. Man, did she look that bad? She swore she tried to wear clean clothes different from her typical combination of attire.

" This is my hair, thank you. "

Oh, someone finally pointed out the mess in her hair which she tried to remark, a slight smirk of embarrassment denoting in her features which obviously has become more of a way to retain a possible outburst of violence - no, she can’t hurt her over some silly actions because at the very end the other was right in all assumptions: her hair was completely terrible.

" I’m busy, I really can’t focus on anything else. You know— it’s not like I got too much time to take care of it…"

Among nervous laughs and other excuses, she could partially agree with the messing up part but her femininity was always intact regardless of how bad she presented herself. First and foremost she had a priority above everything, her image was not among those.

But she was trying to learn for good to take care of herself and instead she was lectured by a flamboyant girl.

She could understand ‘gross’, almost ‘disgusting and whole list of different adjectives Levi has used on her due her lack of hygiene but what in the world was this weird term?

" I WAS ASKING FOR HELP! LEVI, IRVIN OR ANYONE ELSE DOESN’T HAVE TIME TO SEE IF I LOOK NICE WHEN WE GOT WORK TO DO! "

This strayed from anger, it was more the lack of comprehension regarding the finishing word in addition to describe her. Which seemed to trouble her more than anything else.

"These boys totally won't have any time, much less an understanding of true beauty care. Seriously, if I had a guy friend, I wouldn't ask them to keep me clean. It's up to a woman to do it herself! You already lost the game and I'm the referee watching this train wreck in slow motion! Besides--

"You're just making excuses!!"

"Piss poor excuses."

OH WOW THIS GIRL (albeit how greasy she is) makes her kind of sad. Actually, she thinks that's just the feeling she has when she sees the state her hair is in. She clicks her tongue, it's a shame since there's a lot that could be done with this girl but she. She just. "Ohh, you must be one of those science-y types I hear so much about." she's completely ignoring her question in favor of studying her further, even taking an intense look at her skin.

"You're gonna need a lot of work in order to make you more sexy. No one likes a fujoshi, y'know. I mean, unless there are some guys into that. Which there are, I mean everyone has a fetish for something nowadays and it's pretty obvious (like that watersports thing or whatever? Yeah, fetishes like that)."

First impressions played heavily as the captain remained skeptical of the younger woman before him. Mischievous was one word to describe her - although he could sense something far more cunning lying dormant. Regardless, so long as he wasn’t subjected to the experience, Levi had no reason to pay any mind. 

The female’s snickering caused him to roll his eyes a bit in response, folding his arms as he continued to stare with emotionless, light gray spheres. Ironically, his joyless persona detailed more than the captain probably intended. From his blunt mannerisms down to his inaccessible demeanor, it was obvious to tell that the (consistently) perturbed man had a disinterest in socializing. This situation was no different.

…and what a character he found himself dealing with. Each word that rolled off of her tongue was nearly as condescending as his own, laced with enough potency to offend even the most toughest of exteriors. As she leaned in closer, bending down to accentuate the petty height difference between the pair, Levi stood his ground, sternly glaring at the other in annoyance.

"Trust me - you don’t want to know what kind of world I come from. You wouldn’t last a nanosecond in my shoes. Titans make snacks out of bimbos like you all the time."

Curiously, eyes trailed off to view their surroundings as she pointed out a very valid point. Had he actually stayed around for the rest of the briefing and looked rather than act blindly with haste, he would have been informed on the basics. Yet, he was relegated to hearing the information filtered through the mouth of an unstable, teenage girl. Still, the information she did provide aided in solidifying the corporal’s suspicions. A ‘thanks’ was in order, yet her miniature rant proved problematic and conflicting. Sneering, Levi let loose an exasperated sigh of his own before retorting.

"Frankly, I could care less about you being out here ‘alone’, your ‘makeup’, or your hair. I don’t know what kind of impression you have of me, but let me clarify - you’re talking to the wrong person.

"That implies just as much that you don't know what world I come from-- for all you know I could've killed someone, and that would've been okay there. Y'know, I could've caused some kind of mass suicide but you wouldn't know either. Despair-inducing, isn't it? All the possibilities~! OoOOo!! I'm getting all tingly!"

She leans back, sweating a bit as her cheeks are coated a hue of red.

Levi's words, while recognized, are a faint noise as the heightened sound of her racing heart is heard. "Ahahaha haha! Upupu upupu ...! Despite how super duper collected you are-- the dependable yet Despair-inducing kind of character-- you sure tend to miss a lot of the important dialogue...." she says, all the while, giggling and fanning herself to accommodate for her higher temperature.

"Ah, but you just said you didn't care about me.............. so then why should I tell you? Awful twisted thinking there..."

Don't mind the string of drool escaping her lips, Levi, or the fact there's stray drool on her hand from wiping the last of it away. Or the fact she's linking her arm with yours in a buddy buddy manner.

And she starts to walk.

"My dear Watson, let me help you thoroughly deduce this case as your question makes my brain hurt from how Despair-inducingly simple the answer is. What did I tell you about using your three question quota? Use it right! What kind of person could ever be capable enough of bringing all of us, clearly from vastly different places, and what use would they have for us?"

Mundane activities were more extreme that what anyone could perceive, for someone who’s life was dedicated to nonchalantly ignore certain hygienic aspects it surely turned into a challenge acquiring supplies focused on what has been deemed as a supreme enemy against a easy, somewhat healthy way of living.

After all, who has time to worry about it?

Hange was mostly famous due her eccentric antics, limits always taken to a new extreme where it continued to linger among worth admiral or pure stupidity, always obstructing the whole spectrum of its opposite depending on the chosen topic.

For now it was nothing incredible but something she never tried to visualize herself doing— buying hair products. It was with a good reason but still doubted how much of a good motive she needs to defy what she has evaded gracefully for a long time. She may clarify again later her purpose, at least to reaffirm her courage to fight with the greasy mass that she called hair and fixed every morning in a ponytail.

Though for what she could remember it was not as confusing as now in these modern days, the squad leader could limit her actions to stare with an obvious concern at the variety of products the supermarket had to offer for their care.

Sometimes she would attempt reaching for one to read what it could provide to her if acquired, all may be lies but who she was to judge someone who wants to sell their fancy soap?

" I don’t get these brands…" 

In one hand, shampoo with a mix of strawberry and kiwi? Since when a bunch of soap for hair has been treated like a flavor of cake? In the other, one focused to remove but no fancy odor to go with it, then you could notice those pretty packages with hair conditioner included in some apparels apart, a good promotion if you wished to save up money.

" AAAAHH!! HOW PEOPLE CAN PICK UP JUST ONE SHAMPOO!? "

Finally getting at her nerves, she could not longer evade shouting to no one in specific but still trying to victimize herself for becoming another target of these evil hygienic products.

Who let this gargoyle inside the store?? Seriously??? Junko cringes back when she takes sight of the other, in a rather obvious manner. She makes it even more despairingly obvious when she begins to gag and even shrieks-- her voice is loud, loud enough to break the entire stores windows. She looks like she's seen a werewolf, or a vampire, or a zombie, or  cannibal, about to bite her and eat her flesh off.

"Oh my god, what the hell is that on your head?? Is that a possum, who let you bring that in here but not let me bring in a bear??"

She shouts, advancing towards the other with her finger moving to jab jab jab at her chest and poke poke poke at her forehead. "Get it a collar at least or something because it totally ree--"

She's been messing with Hange's hair for some time, but seems to notice that. Oh, this is indeed her hair, and that she kinda wished it wasn't because the fantasy of it being a possum was much more entertaining than a girl who can't take care of herself.

"OMG, how can you mess up this bad at being a girl?? Your complexion is like, that eye wear, oh my god, nooo way I didn't think I'd meet someone of your kind here....."

I've been here since forever. If anything, I was wondering when an incompetent sister like yourself would notice how obvious it was I was here! Were you too busy trying to ogle the boys here? Don't spare yourself the trouble. [ A wave of her hand. ] Sure, sure, keep talking.

If you can try something immediate, then go ahead. But I doubt you can manage something like that with how blind you are.

Eh? But don't you know I'm already disappointed in you? You're saying you were too busy working to find me? Do you think I'll just show up on your doorstep like a lost puppy in some cheap sitcom and say, ''Honey, I'm home! Ah, where did I go? I went to Guatemala and back!'' 

No.

Although the younger woman had slowly subdued herself, the soldier remained wary. Emotionless eyes lifted in intensity as he averted his gaze entirely, taking in the foreign city for a few more moments.

It was a known fact by the rest of the Scouting Legion that Levi’s tolerance level was at a deficit to begin with, and his disinterest wasn’t a facade in the slightest. Life itself had proven distilled, like a distant memory floating in an ethereal haze at the back of his mind. Reality was far more pressing, and his role in humanity’s conquest to regain supremacy reigned most important. In the midst of warfare, bonds burned brightly before fizzling altogether in an untimely manner and, in turn, were replaced by sorrowful mourning.

Although he was amongst the smartest tactically, the commander felt as if the zombified, gargantuan carnivores had—ironically—shifted mankind into it’s own state of lifelessness - wandering shells with no souls.

It was interesting—startling even—that the metropolis ended up restoring some sense of vitality, akin to a jolt of lightning, reminding him that throughout everything, the soldier still was human. Even referring to the interaction he was currently engaged in, describing the student as dull would be inaccurate. True, he wasn’t gravely interested in hearing what she had to say outside of their location, but Levi would be discrediting her if he didn’t acknowledge her abrasive personality. Though he wasn’t oblivious to the woman’s shift in approach, he paid it no mind. The countless battles had curated a hardened exterior, and like hell would he throw caution to the wind so easily.

“Friends? Whatever."

Albeit brash in tone, Rivaille actually wasn’t closed off to the idea of having allies. For all of his tough talk, the soldier had not reached his ranking by making idiotic decisions. Without a doubt, he knew he’d need the assistance of others.

Remaining neutral, he ran a hand through his hair for a moment to think. Hastily, words echoed as he recalled the sound of shattered glass:

"I, along with my coworkers, are conducting a little social experiment!"

Still… no location. Maybe he should have been more understanding to the circumstances - but who could fault him? The entire situation felt surreal. Letting loose a huff, Levi nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders forth. Eyes shifted from one corner to the other, surveying the area intently with no resolve. However, there was no way he was going to embarrass himself due to lack of knowledge. Not now, not ever.

"How cute... you didn't even listen."

She snickers, expression shifting to show clear mock. Nevertheless, the blonde lets her heels click on the ground. "You totally missed the point to my question, y'know. If you don't wanna look dumb then just answer it instead of dancing around the subject." disappointing, despair-inducingly disappointing. "I wonder what kinda world put that stick up your ass," she sighs wistfully, as if legitimately trying to figure it out-- that is, until she finally glances down at the other.

"I mean-- uwaaaah!! No way, you totally got it lost in translation!"

She leans forward, face invading the other's space as there's nothing but feign shock depicted on her face. With her hands on her knees, the other bends down to Levi's level (despite only being a few inches taller, she wants to milk this as much as she can).

"Hive City, don't 'cha know? I mean, it's practically written everywhere! This place is totally too ghetto to be Japan!" she notes, tapping her lip idly. "Let's see-- different sectors, trains to travel between 'em, shopping-- which I need to do by the way but I'm not sure on this season's colors, do you think blue would fit or is yellow too tacky?-- you got an apartment number..... ....... probably...."

She sighs loudly, "Gooooooood! This is soooooooo generic~"

     Unquestionably, Rivaille had built up his reputation as being one of the most fearsome warriors to ever lend their talent towards progressing humanity forth through strict methods - not kindness. Although he held compassion for mankind as a whole, it wasn’t beyond him to lash out and physically assault one of his own, regardless of gender, creed or color. That is not to mention that he also had a notoriously short fuse to boot…

     Though, with all of that being said, the young man could not find it within him to act violent towards the woman without probable cause. After all, he had literally just set foot on Hive City’s grounds only moments before coming into view of the individual before him.

     Still, he couldn’t help but to roll his eyes at her insults. At one point, it felt as though she was nearly out of breath, reaching for something—anything—to further spite the shorter male. “Pathetic”, he muttered before allowing her the chance to wrap up her comments. Brushing off his jacket further before slightly adjusting his equipment, a low, melancholic tone of voice resonated from within.

“Look, I don’t understand half of what the hell you’re talking about. I don’t know what ‘manga’, ‘anime’, or ‘eroge novels’ are. To save you from further embarrassment, if I were you, I would cut my losses now, stop sucking up all of this polluted air, and preserve my energy for something more worthwhile.

I’m not interested in fighting—let alone bickering—with you if there’s no reward at the end of it. Bloody hell, just listening to you speak for minutes on in is enough torture for any unfortunate soul to bare, so now I’m requesting something in return.

This city. You claim to know a wealth of information about our whereabouts, so answer me this. What is the location of where we stand?”

The word resonates despite her mouth blabbering, and she feels. Hm. How does she feel? Not insulted. No, yes, she feels insulted. His lack of concern and overall interest is what causes that grasping, that anger that boils inside her and the feeling in her chest to eradicate. It's a bit hollow, and the everlasting boredom that circulates within her being lacks its flare. And for a moment, her smile brightens. And it grows the more he demeans her, and oh wow!! She's!! Excited!!

Her blood rushes and there might even be some color to her cheeks at the pure thought of someone completely disregarding her title, her fame and her money, her words and her knowledge with no regard as to how she felt. Oh, she's laughing like a schoolgirl--

"If your bite as good as your bark? You remind me of someone."

"We should be friends."

It's too bad that 'someone' is dead.

With that hollow reminder suddenly in her mind, her lively expression dies. Her lips fall until it's nothing but a thin line and she looks so bloody bored. So impassive, so uncaring as that despair consumes her heart viciously. So much that she lowers her hands that were shielding her face and grabs her own compact. She takes her time responding, and once seeing that the damage to her makeup was fixable, she shuts the compact closed.

She turns around, back facing the other before whipping around to have her index finger almost tapping his nose.

"What are we standing on?!"

Besides, she had really wanted to go, even if she couldn’t really join in on the fun. The girl had never gotten to go any dances while she had still lived in Japan, so this was her chance!

Or, at least, it should have been. Sanae might not have known much about how dances worked, but she did know that someone going around sabotaging other girls’ fancy dresses couldn’t be up to any good.

Stupid enough to still come, she was, but even if it was to blow the population half to hell she wouldn’t mind too terribly.

From the corner of the room she wasted no time in marking off a head of teased blonde hair, bobbing through the crowd with nothing but rotten intentions in her eyes whenever Naze could catch them. A trail of fallen fabrics (and the spirits of her female peers when they realized their precious frocks have been ruined) followed the blonde, even to the thinned-out edges where the elder stood. Normally she’d condone this behavior, but this just seemed too petty.

So there she went, making a beeline for the mayhem-causer and calling her out before she could lay waste to another innocent dress.

“Oi.” 

She responds, turning to the other. With how perceptive the blonde is, there's no doubt she'd be aware of any onlookers. Naze, being one of them. And she can only smile brightly and even giggle, eyes showing nothing but the best of intentions concealing the worst of them. "Well, do you think all of these people are worthy of my best, most Despair-inducing effort? To be honest, with these kinds of brands falling to the floor, I don't really think so. My half-assed effort is what this place produces, y'know?"

"I guess everyone can't be as perfect as I am, so maybe I'm setting my bars too high."

She's tickled pink despite the other's chastising, "Junior, by the way. Besides, if I start too high I'll end too low, y'know? Wanna reverse the line as best as I can." she sighs, her face becoming compliantly blank for a moment before she smiles.

Sorry, she got bored for a second.