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afterliving2013-09-11 03:15 am
save_a_horse) wrote in afterliving2013-09-11 03:15 am
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[When death's sweet embrace finally grants you passage one does not assume they shall be waking up, so the situation Erwin finds himself in to be rather perplexing. The location, yes, but more importantly what is apparently attached yet again to his body. His arm, the right one to be precise has regrown on his own corpse. It's known, no creature of his size would have sustained solid forum with what caused his death. Mr. Braun has quite the temper thus ringing true with most all of the shifters. Eren had been freed however; Erwin's death had purpose if but merely a single cause. If only, may it not be in vain that unit returns safely with Yaeger in hand.
He'd been crushed after running his blade though the chest of Bertholdt Fubar, sadly it seems he was not fast enough and in a blind rage did The Armored Titan land a fatal blow to the commander, crushing him surely to but a smear of grass stains and remains. His movements delayed form blood loss, his arms being bitten off right before the event by a stealthy titan, again from distraction. Erwin's time is over.. This can only be the afterlife.
He could move and he was awake, might as well venture and explore this new place while coming to terms with his inner thoughts and death. To think there was such a thing as life after death, a utopia in which you go upon dying. Such things seemed so far-fetched and yet they are a reality.
Attempting to talk too many different NPC's all giving him no reply which puzzles him greatly, talking to fewer and fewer people as he continues wondering. Questions about his clothing or what this place was got him no answers from the mindless creatures of this realm. He doesn't get far till he's checking the pockets of this new outfit to find a map of the area as well as a note stating he is to find "Room #18." Numbered rooms are normally prison cells, sickbay housing, apartment complexes.. He'll just assume it's an apartment building for they are listed on the map. However, it is early morning; the clock of the school reads 03:15 am. Having aimlessly stammered about till the sun set and finding himself rather far away from the apartment complex at the schools front gate.]
A learning facility? Humm..
He'd been crushed after running his blade though the chest of Bertholdt Fubar, sadly it seems he was not fast enough and in a blind rage did The Armored Titan land a fatal blow to the commander, crushing him surely to but a smear of grass stains and remains. His movements delayed form blood loss, his arms being bitten off right before the event by a stealthy titan, again from distraction. Erwin's time is over.. This can only be the afterlife.
He could move and he was awake, might as well venture and explore this new place while coming to terms with his inner thoughts and death. To think there was such a thing as life after death, a utopia in which you go upon dying. Such things seemed so far-fetched and yet they are a reality.
Attempting to talk too many different NPC's all giving him no reply which puzzles him greatly, talking to fewer and fewer people as he continues wondering. Questions about his clothing or what this place was got him no answers from the mindless creatures of this realm. He doesn't get far till he's checking the pockets of this new outfit to find a map of the area as well as a note stating he is to find "Room #18." Numbered rooms are normally prison cells, sickbay housing, apartment complexes.. He'll just assume it's an apartment building for they are listed on the map. However, it is early morning; the clock of the school reads 03:15 am. Having aimlessly stammered about till the sun set and finding himself rather far away from the apartment complex at the schools front gate.]
A learning facility? Humm..