A warmly lit area with enticing music and a vibrant atmosphere had drawn the Cathy into the unknown establishment. There were a number of things the gardener had never ha the chance to experience, trapped his entire life within castle walls and garden glass. Not only were the establishments foreign, but most were previously unheard of in his own timeline; what was known as an inn or tavern had seemed to transform into something more modern, from which sprouted many more buildings, a spin-off from the rest.

     The one he'd walked through now seemed like one of those places one would find food, however the rowdiness of the crowd left him curious; was the food that great? Or were the patrons simply overly expressive?

     His steps were placed carefully as he traipsed inside the dimly lit dining area, side-stepping flamboyant guests as they jostled around the room. Eventually, he located a long counter, one side of which was lined with chairs-- and in them sat a few individuals much more calm than the ones at the tables around the room. One lady, with red hair and green eyes more vibrant than he'd ever seen, sat silently with a glass in her hands and empty spaces beside her. Testing his luck, he'd decided she would be the one to ask about the location he'd wandered into.

"...Shepard?"

cout « “experiments:” « “aΓiadne’s thread will lead you from the labyrinth, though not ” « “you alone” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “your lives are “linked”” « endl; cout « “experiments: ” « “fight your way to the “core” and the answers you seek will be revealed” « endl; 

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                                                              ↳ ⊰ team S O L D I E R ⊱

     Solid ground lifted beneath the metropolitan streets in a sudden turn of events. Metal wiring from hipped machinery extended upward as the captain attempted to latch himself onto something tangible, albeit proving a futile cause. Fast descent into the large vortex of blackness engulfing the foreign underground halted abruptly as muscular frame impacted the ground.

     Left bruised and clinging on to a sliver of consciousness, listless optics slowly opened to reveal an immaculate maze. Without a doubt in mind, this was a deliberate challenge issued by the city's eccentric overseers. Upon further inspection, a barely visible, crimson-hued thread led the man to three others nearby, seemingly intertwined to each person.

“ Hmph . . . ”

     Two were instantly recognizable, as they were both members of his own faction. Petra Ral, skilled warrior in the original Squad Levi and Mikasa Ackerman, 104th graduate alumni and current Squad Levi soldier. The other, judging from appearance, seemed to be a soldier of sorts as well.

      As the stoic serviceman regained a hold on his equilibrium, eerie creaking emanated from the north, with the glint of hollowed eyes peering upon the current group. Metallic blades surface from within complex maneuver gear, gripping onto the hilt of his weapon as a defensive response. Foregoing all proper formalities, blunt refrain beckons the others.

“ It's about time you all woke up. Looks as though we have company. ”

"What's all that armour for? It does look badass, I'l give you that."

    -- ♔ The city was by far not the nicest one he had ever seen but it was still one that he wasn't used to. Which meant having to interact with the local wildlife to find important landmarks, such as the nearest tea house or his apartment. His apartment should have been his first concern. Glancing at the small piece of paper the faceless men in white coats handed him, an eyebrow raised.

                                                                   Y-4. 

    "Pray its nicer than the rest of this filth.." He mused and glanced into the crowd, gaze obscured by sunglasses. The first thing to catch his eye was red hair.  A smile as he approached her, holding out his hand enough to get her attention but to not actually touch her.