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“Captain...” She spoke, stepping through the threshold of the dining area of headquarters. She closed the door, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she moved further into the room.

My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.

Eren didn’t know how long he’d been in that cell. There weren’t any windows and it was always pitch black. The only time he ever really saw any light was when someone came in to give him an injection or take his blood. He didn’t know what for, nor did he really care. He was more focused on trying to find a way out. The only problem was the angle he was shackled to the wall at. Any movement caused extreme pain so he assumed if he moved too much, he’d dislocate his shoulders or worse, break his collar bone.

He couldn’t let that happen so Eren stayed still, refusing to actually give up but just biding his time. 

His head shot up when he heard a familiar voice, squinting his eyes against the harsh light shining behind the figure in the doorway. “Who’s there?” He asked, the brunet’s voice horse from misuse and the amount of screaming he’d done when he was first chained up.

Our characters were ice skating on a lake that froze over, the ice under my muses feet broke and they fell in and now have hypothermia. Send me “Frozen” for my characters reaction to yours sliding into bed with them to warm them.

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Working in the cube farm was not what Annie considered a desirable job. It was cramped, boring, and one coworker in particular was unbearable.

Levi Ackerman. He was a rude, short -though taller than her- angry man who always gave her grief. He gave everyone a hard time, but Annie especially. Hanji -her superior and head of the research department- said it was because they were so alike. Annie didn’t want to hear it. 

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Like previously stated, Rogue has a serious hoarding problem. Since he doesn’t have as much of a concept of possession (more like “I saw it and now it’s mine”), he’s a bit of a kleptomaniac.

In main verse, he collects several items from abandoned houses in Wall Maria, from silverware to every blanket in the house, and has on a few occasions raided the Scouting Legion depots, where they keep supplies to refuel during expeditions. He keeps these items as a sort of reminder for why he fights--so that the humans can one day return to their homes.

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He’d disobeyed orders. There was no denying that. However...no matter what the Commander said, he would not leave Wall Maria without his Captain. He proved that he was not a force to be controlled, and he would never follow every order given to him.

He would never abandon his comrades.

The scouts had retreated, for the horde that attacked them were too much, especially with Levi MIA and the rest of the Special Operations Squad too injured to fight. They would pull back to Wall Rose, and probably hope Rogue came back to them.

A foul smell assaulted him as he pushed further into the forest he had once called home; it was the furthest out they’d made it. A quick sniff and he recognized it. Human blood. It was fresh, too fresh, and his ears moved out of sync to pick up sounds. Giving up that fruitless effort, he pushed towards the strong smell. It wasn’t getting any staler. Whoever was bleeding was still alive.

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[text: Sassy Shorts] Thanks for being a helpful, loving mentor. Not.