#fallenfrommgrace

"This isn't even my goddamn jacket...Jean what the fuck!" He swore, as said asshole walked briskly past him, laughing his merry way through and out the exit for the male locker room. 

Clearly, the fucker had thought it'd be funny to switch his usual size for the women's cut. His arms could barely fit through and he was almost late as it was to the role call. No time to change, no time to look for another substitute. He'd get disciplined for certain...and it was all that smug bastards fault! 

"Goddamnit, zip up already." He finally managed to drag the zipper up to his adams apple and stretched his arms out to test for his approximate dexterity in the material. 

"At least I can lift my arms up, I'll ask Marco if he has a spare during recreation." He muttered to himself. 

He scanned the hallway for any superior officers who might be patrolling about looking for less than punctual deviants. 

That's me. 

Seeing no one he marched swiftly to the briefing room and tried to quietly maneuver himself into place next to Armin, who shifted to make room upon seeing him. But they weren't quick enough...

"A330 JAEGER!" 

Eren groaned quietly and stood up to execute a desperate salute. 

"Present, sir." He iterated. 

"You have an assigned today, retrieved 7/30/23 at 0900 HR. Elemental, Enhanced Strength, Caucasian, Male, Level 5, Priority 5." He listed off the chart, pausing only before the last two categorizations. 

Rightly so, the intake of breath was nearly simultaneous between every being in the room. Eren could hear the restrained whispers behind him.

"Sir, mutual level and prioritization at such an elevated degree? With no prior evaluation? Shouldn't this be a case for the Trial sector?" Eren questioned partially stunned. 

"No, he's bring processed directly to be Proselytized." Proselytized without a proper Purge? Without the Trial sector to evaluate and concur on the appropriate penalty...it was all extraordinarily rash. 

"The Doxy agreed to this?" He was pushing it, and he knew it...but why were the regulations being thrown out the window? 

"For D225 Ackerman, Levi they had very little choice."