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soldatin[When Mikasa wakes, it isn't in the best of spirits. She doesn't have time to contemplate how it is that she can even be awake as the PA crackles to life and a voice begins spewing, in her view, utter nonsense about immortality that she never asked for.
Glaring as she searches for the source of the noise, her hands instinctively go for the blades normally holstered safely at her hip. They are not there. Vulnerable and stuck in a room with nothing but her fists to defend herself, Mikasa scowls, but instead of wasting time wondering where the hell she is or why this is happening, soldier instinct kicks in. She'll leave the distracting metaphysics of her existence to the philosophers.
Slipping her hand into the pocket of the skirt she definitely had not been wearing before, she removes the metal object digging into her thigh to find... a key. In spite of everything wrong with the situation, the fact that the scarf Eren had given her is gone is what leaves her feeling most despondent. The absence of her 3DMG doesn't affect her quite as much as the sense of lurching displacement seeping into her veins. She'd failed to protect Eren at home, and now she doesn't get to have any physical reminder of the only family she had left.
But now is not the time to mourn her loss. She has to move, get out, do something because something is terribly wrong. Distant screams imploring people to run travel through the doors and walls of the unfamiliar building, and she cannot afford to be idle.
She flicks her eyes around the room searching for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon. It's fortunate that she happened to have woken up in the kendo room. Shinai have a terrible design flaw in that they lack a sharp edge, but they will still suffice as clubs. Grabbing two, Mikasa swings one heavily at the head of a newly turned shadow blocking the door out of the room to join the chaotic flow of traffic out of the complex.]
Glaring as she searches for the source of the noise, her hands instinctively go for the blades normally holstered safely at her hip. They are not there. Vulnerable and stuck in a room with nothing but her fists to defend herself, Mikasa scowls, but instead of wasting time wondering where the hell she is or why this is happening, soldier instinct kicks in. She'll leave the distracting metaphysics of her existence to the philosophers.
Slipping her hand into the pocket of the skirt she definitely had not been wearing before, she removes the metal object digging into her thigh to find... a key. In spite of everything wrong with the situation, the fact that the scarf Eren had given her is gone is what leaves her feeling most despondent. The absence of her 3DMG doesn't affect her quite as much as the sense of lurching displacement seeping into her veins. She'd failed to protect Eren at home, and now she doesn't get to have any physical reminder of the only family she had left.
But now is not the time to mourn her loss. She has to move, get out, do something because something is terribly wrong. Distant screams imploring people to run travel through the doors and walls of the unfamiliar building, and she cannot afford to be idle.
She flicks her eyes around the room searching for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon. It's fortunate that she happened to have woken up in the kendo room. Shinai have a terrible design flaw in that they lack a sharp edge, but they will still suffice as clubs. Grabbing two, Mikasa swings one heavily at the head of a newly turned shadow blocking the door out of the room to join the chaotic flow of traffic out of the complex.]
