[ L ]ottare

At the new mandate, the brunet’s replication was a new nod, together with a brief salute while the shorter was leaving, waiting until the figure disappeared behind the door and the step’s echo hitting against the concrete of the stairs vanished Just then was where when was able to relax a little, a considerable load of air was ejected on a extensive sigh, letting himself fall over the seat Captain was using seconds ago.

Stalking back into the room with every grace of a cat, the male takes a second to gaze at the collapsed form of his subordinate and after a moment's debate he decides to lean back against the wall, arms folding and one booted foot lifting to rest against the thick stone wall behind him. For a few minutes the Captain lingers in silence and watches the flicker of a torch hanging from a beacon in the wall -- something causes the fire to struggle on, it devours the oxygen around for sustenance yet it cannot exist beyond a certain limit. Something in that analogy reminds him of the current state of humanity, the scenario is exactly the same -- thriving on oxygen, reproducing, being self sufficient, and yet the area in which they can exist is severely limited.

[I]f the shorter male thought producing weaponry would deter him, he was sorely mistaken. However, the younger signed up to fight and kill the monstrosities lumbering about behind the large walls—not comrades, and it was best the other, being favored so and thought of as one of humanity’s strongest, accept what he saw before his own eyes. Levi only ever had one vice, and that was his pride. Even as a recruit, fresh and young and still innocent— Mikasa had felt intimidation drawn from that same chilling and atramentous pride to emanate from the elder, but it was no longer so. “Believe me you shall probably not, and that does not matter to me.” The obsidian-eyed one is not having it.

Without even alluding to falter the Captain steps forward and continues with his plan to confront the male. With every second stalled by the other Levi was one second closer to attaching blades and taking the fight to his assumed adversary. Irritation creases his brow and draws both eyes down to near slits, mouth pressing tighter together and without a sound he stops as the taller speaks, disbelief flooding his mind and yet he remains unflinching and still fails to betray even a slight quiver of emotion. "Ackerman is a new female recruit. You're right, I don't believe you. Give me your real name, brat."

[S]crutiny would fall away in order for the younger male to portray immediate disbelief— though features would remain schooled, hardened stoicism present. For after one lost everything dear to their heart, nothing remained but hollowness and a need for utter vengeance. His frame is dictated by rigidity, face to face now with an individual from yesteryear where events had been so much calmer, peaceful. But it does not matter now. They were on level ground, and he would treat the other as such. "Leave a place that belongs to me as it does you?" Hard ground stood upon with militaristic and regal stance, he watches the elder, before words would escape from betwixt pallid roseate once more.

Challenge begets challenge and now the stoic soldier is on his toes, without a notable shift in features he produces the two blade holders and narrows dull eyes dangerously at the stranger. There's no movement to connect either armament to one of the many blades holstered at his hip, but the threat is there. Feet spread apart and plant firmly on the ground, focus never leaving the taller and not for a second does his guard falter -- you didn't survive in this world making rookie mistakes like that, regardless of what people claim to be. "A new captain? Word hasn't yet reached me. You haven't appeared in any documentation either, oddly enough I'm inclined not to believe you."

[A]skance not a single glance given— rather, straight ahead at the figure approaching; one of the few to flit across muted vision in past nightmares, flashes here and there of color, of emeralds and crimsons and…their hands and mouths, massive, gaping. One after another comrade to fall, and…the one standing before him was young, yet. Elder to he, yes— but…of the past? Confusion to brew upon otherwise stony features would melt away after a moment’s time, voice ushered forth in wary greeting; scarf kept tightly around alabastrine neck, the last reminder of Eren’s presence in the form of an object. 

Lips pursed tightly as an unfamiliar voice rang in his ears, the small in stature male grinding his heels to a stop against the paved way beneath. and with excruciating delay there's a turn of the body and where the wings of freedom had flown now lingered the stone gaze of a seasoned Military Officer. "You're trespassing, leave at once." Words are calculated and cold, mincing nothing and now following the vocalized order boots clack rhythmically against the stone as he approaches the taller male.

Another affirmation was expulsed in a loud volumed to reach the stay where the raven remained, due to the fact he was already on his way to adress to the rooms that Corporal mentioned. More oxygen crossed his lips while his steps were leading through the hallway, the broom swaying on his hand. Would be a lie if the younger scout say that in the beginning he didn’t thought how useless this tasks were. Cleaning had nothing to do with kill titans, which was the most important for him, and was in rush to get the stronger as was possible to beat all of them to dead. But with the time, he learned to be a little more patience when was about this, adapting to the dialy routine to clean the sections of the castle. Not everything was bad, to be honest, there were his comrades who had also their part, and how delicious the meal tasted after everyting was ready it was glorious.

Minutes crawled by anything but idly for the soldier as he sat perched on the edge of a table, a stack of papers in hand and off to the side one panting member of the Survey Corps stood hunched over with both hands on his knees as he'd just pushed both himself and the horse he rode to the edge in order to bring swift news to the newly reclaimed outpost -- also known as Eren's new encampment. That was the condition which was put in place as the only way they'd be able to win custody of the boy. To keep him detained from the civilian population as well as the majority of the regular everyday soldiers and it was ordered by the Military Court that he would be under watch by Levi himself permanently. In the event of a loss of control the Titan shifter would become just another target for the dubbed strongest soldier to slay. A feat which if made necessary would be carried out swiftly and mercilessly just as any other order from above.