Attack On Mindcrack, Part 2!
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mindcrackloveWell, looks like this is going to be a series now... (Because 4 already going in various Internet places isn’t enough...) XP Meh, I had fun writing this anyways, so yay~ *Extremely sleepy person throws titan-shaped cookies to saladers* How’s that for role reversal? 'Cause the titans eat people...And they’re, y’know...Titan cookies...Ah, never mind *hides sheepishly in corner*
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Etho’s encounter with Pause and Beef wasn’t at all what he had hoped for. He had told himself that they must have changed because they had a good reason, maybe they were forced, he didn’t know for sure. But he had put himself under the illusion that it would all be okay. That just talking to them would fix everything. And as unlikely as he knew it was, he had been praying that they would ask permission to leave the Garrison and join the Scouts, and most of all that the government would let them.
But nothing turned out like he had wanted it to. In fact, it turned out even worse than he could have ever imagined.
His fly back to the Scouts took half the time it had previously, Etho’s anger making him want to get as far away from his “friends” as fast as possible. But what awaited his return was all but happy.
As Etho begun to prepare for his landing, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned, and was greeted with the frowning face of one of his superiors, his arms crossed as he watched Etho. Etho quickly turned away, knowing that he was bound to be in for a world of trouble.
Due to the distraction, Etho made a rough landing, stumbling and kneeling on the rooftop, wincing as it cut into his left leg. He quickly moved to examine it, watching as the crimson liquid pooled around the cuts. He noticed that the rough cover on the house had made slits in his uniform as well.
Oh great, he thought, now I’ll get yelled at for this too. He sighed, shifting to get up, trying to put as little weight on the injured leg as possible. A hand appeared in front of him, and instinctively, he reached up for it. He was hoisted to his feet, the strength of the man pulling him nearly causing him to fly forwards.
He opened his mouth to say thanks, but instead, a struggled grunt came out as he was pushed back down. He looked up into the smirking face of his squad leader, his purple eyes bright as he stared down at Etho.
“So, I see someone decided to make a trip of his own.” He said, his grin growing wider as he took a step forward. “And right before a planned expedition, too.” He added, making a disappointed clicking sound at Etho. Suddenly, Nebris placed a foot on Etho’s chest, the heel of his boot digging into a stomach. His grin grew wider as a forced gasp left Etho’s mouth, and he put slightly more weight onto his foot.
“It would be a real shame if the commander found out about this, wouldn’t it?” He taunted. When the other man didn’t reply, he frowned before he quickly shifted, briefly putting all of his weight onto Etho as his other foot left the ground. A sharp gasp of pain left the smaller man. “You should know by now that when I ask a question, you damn well better answer me. So let’s try this again.” He finished.
“Yes, sir.” He answered quickly. His answer caused a satisfied smirk on Nebris’s face, but his foot remained in place, showing that he wasn’t going to let him go yet.
This wasn’t the first time Nebris had done this. Etho could count the number of bruises his leader had given him, from kicks or punches or pushes. It seemed that whenever Etho did anything wrong or snuck out, it went seemingly unnoticed—that’s why they called him a ninja—except by Nebris. And the man always made him aware of what he had done. Whenever Etho thought he would be safe from his punishment, Nebris always snuck up on him when he was alone. Sometimes, Nebris would do this even if Etho had done nothing wrong.
But this time, the man hadn’t needed to be sneaky to catch Etho alone. He had simply waited for the man to return, as there was only one way into the main building the scouts did their pre-expedition planning and preparation in.
“Well, what is going to stop me from reporting this to the commander then?” He asked. Etho knew what his superior wanted him to answer. And some would call him stupid for not saying it, but he wasn’t going to let Nebris have the satisfaction of draining the hope out of him again.
“I don’t know.” He said plainly. Nebris scowled as he twisted his foot, Etho wincing as the boot hit against his ribcage.
“Have you grown stupid since our last encounter, Etho? Do I need to punish you more frequently? Have you forgotten that indirect answers aren’t acceptable?” He said, raising his voice. He glared down into the differently colored eyes of the soldier. He watched his mouth open in a gasp when he dug his heel in, listened at the sudden intake of breath from the smaller man. Etho was the only one he treated this way, and he enjoyed seeing him in pain, and even though he always felt guilty afterwards, he still returned.
“N-no sir.” He said, struggling to keep his voice steady as Nebris steadily put more pressure onto him, his resistance starting to fade away, the pain taking over.
“Then why won’t you tell me? Why do you make this difficult on yourself, Etho? Wouldn’t it be easier to just say ‘No sir, there’s nothing I can do to stop you from alerting the commander’?” When Etho didn’t reply, Nebris felt his frustration boil even more. “Say it.” he growled, sharply twisting his foot. The other man let out a small groan, but still refused to say what Nebris asked him to. “Say it!” He screamed, “Or I’ll have to—“
“That’s enough, Nebris.” Came a calm voice from behind them. He turned at the familiar voice, his eyes widening as he quickly removed his foot from the soldier. His right arm instinctively curled in front of his body, his hand forming a fist over his chest, whilst his left arm moved behind his back.
“U-Uh, Commander!” He said, straightening and standing tall in his commander’s presence.
“Help him up.” The man said with a nod at Etho, who was still lying down. Nebris quickly moved to pull Etho up, whispering something in the man’s ear as he lifted him up. He turned back to the commander, who sent him off to help make final preparations. Etho quickly mimicked Nebris’s pose from earlier, wincing as he straightened his knee out, the half-formed scabs breaking, allowing fresh blood to leak through.
The commander crouched in front of Etho as he examined his leg, his fingers lingering on the torn fabric of his pants. He stood back up again, Etho still in the respectful pose.
“I’ll take care of the uniform; just go get yourself cleaned up and help the others prepare.” He said.
“Yes, Commander Avidya.” Etho replied, the other man facing away from him as he jumped. Etho watched for a few seconds as he flew away, before turning and flying off in the direction of the building. That was something Etho had always admired about the commander. He was a man of few words, and no matter how dire a situation seemed to be, he always seemed to be completely calm.
As Etho jumped, he thought about Nebris’s last words to him: By the way, I already told the commander. That was something Etho had always admired about the commander: He was a man of few words, and no matter how dire a situation seemed to be, he always seemed to be completely calm. And he seemed to let most do what they wanted on their own time, as long as it didn’t get in the way of any of the regiment’s plans.
Etho was somehow able to get into the building without being bombarded with people and questions; likely because they were all preparing for the following day’s expedition. He cleaned up his knee, joining others to help make the final preparations. By the end of the day, he was extremely tired, and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the hard pillow.
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Etho’s encounter with Pause and Beef wasn’t at all what he had hoped for. He had told himself that they must have changed because they had a good reason, maybe they were forced, he didn’t know for sure. But he had put himself under the illusion that it would all be okay. That just talking to them would fix everything. And as unlikely as he knew it was, he had been praying that they would ask permission to leave the Garrison and join the Scouts, and most of all that the government would let them.
But nothing turned out like he had wanted it to. In fact, it turned out even worse than he could have ever imagined.
His fly back to the Scouts took half the time it had previously, Etho’s anger making him want to get as far away from his “friends” as fast as possible. But what awaited his return was all but happy.
As Etho begun to prepare for his landing, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned, and was greeted with the frowning face of one of his superiors, his arms crossed as he watched Etho. Etho quickly turned away, knowing that he was bound to be in for a world of trouble.
Due to the distraction, Etho made a rough landing, stumbling and kneeling on the rooftop, wincing as it cut into his left leg. He quickly moved to examine it, watching as the crimson liquid pooled around the cuts. He noticed that the rough cover on the house had made slits in his uniform as well.
Oh great, he thought, now I’ll get yelled at for this too. He sighed, shifting to get up, trying to put as little weight on the injured leg as possible. A hand appeared in front of him, and instinctively, he reached up for it. He was hoisted to his feet, the strength of the man pulling him nearly causing him to fly forwards.
He opened his mouth to say thanks, but instead, a struggled grunt came out as he was pushed back down. He looked up into the smirking face of his squad leader, his purple eyes bright as he stared down at Etho.
“So, I see someone decided to make a trip of his own.” He said, his grin growing wider as he took a step forward. “And right before a planned expedition, too.” He added, making a disappointed clicking sound at Etho. Suddenly, Nebris placed a foot on Etho’s chest, the heel of his boot digging into a stomach. His grin grew wider as a forced gasp left Etho’s mouth, and he put slightly more weight onto his foot.
“It would be a real shame if the commander found out about this, wouldn’t it?” He taunted. When the other man didn’t reply, he frowned before he quickly shifted, briefly putting all of his weight onto Etho as his other foot left the ground. A sharp gasp of pain left the smaller man. “You should know by now that when I ask a question, you damn well better answer me. So let’s try this again.” He finished.
“Yes, sir.” He answered quickly. His answer caused a satisfied smirk on Nebris’s face, but his foot remained in place, showing that he wasn’t going to let him go yet.
This wasn’t the first time Nebris had done this. Etho could count the number of bruises his leader had given him, from kicks or punches or pushes. It seemed that whenever Etho did anything wrong or snuck out, it went seemingly unnoticed—that’s why they called him a ninja—except by Nebris. And the man always made him aware of what he had done. Whenever Etho thought he would be safe from his punishment, Nebris always snuck up on him when he was alone. Sometimes, Nebris would do this even if Etho had done nothing wrong.
But this time, the man hadn’t needed to be sneaky to catch Etho alone. He had simply waited for the man to return, as there was only one way into the main building the scouts did their pre-expedition planning and preparation in.
“Well, what is going to stop me from reporting this to the commander then?” He asked. Etho knew what his superior wanted him to answer. And some would call him stupid for not saying it, but he wasn’t going to let Nebris have the satisfaction of draining the hope out of him again.
“I don’t know.” He said plainly. Nebris scowled as he twisted his foot, Etho wincing as the boot hit against his ribcage.
“Have you grown stupid since our last encounter, Etho? Do I need to punish you more frequently? Have you forgotten that indirect answers aren’t acceptable?” He said, raising his voice. He glared down into the differently colored eyes of the soldier. He watched his mouth open in a gasp when he dug his heel in, listened at the sudden intake of breath from the smaller man. Etho was the only one he treated this way, and he enjoyed seeing him in pain, and even though he always felt guilty afterwards, he still returned.
“N-no sir.” He said, struggling to keep his voice steady as Nebris steadily put more pressure onto him, his resistance starting to fade away, the pain taking over.
“Then why won’t you tell me? Why do you make this difficult on yourself, Etho? Wouldn’t it be easier to just say ‘No sir, there’s nothing I can do to stop you from alerting the commander’?” When Etho didn’t reply, Nebris felt his frustration boil even more. “Say it.” he growled, sharply twisting his foot. The other man let out a small groan, but still refused to say what Nebris asked him to. “Say it!” He screamed, “Or I’ll have to—“
“That’s enough, Nebris.” Came a calm voice from behind them. He turned at the familiar voice, his eyes widening as he quickly removed his foot from the soldier. His right arm instinctively curled in front of his body, his hand forming a fist over his chest, whilst his left arm moved behind his back.
“U-Uh, Commander!” He said, straightening and standing tall in his commander’s presence.
“Help him up.” The man said with a nod at Etho, who was still lying down. Nebris quickly moved to pull Etho up, whispering something in the man’s ear as he lifted him up. He turned back to the commander, who sent him off to help make final preparations. Etho quickly mimicked Nebris’s pose from earlier, wincing as he straightened his knee out, the half-formed scabs breaking, allowing fresh blood to leak through.
The commander crouched in front of Etho as he examined his leg, his fingers lingering on the torn fabric of his pants. He stood back up again, Etho still in the respectful pose.
“I’ll take care of the uniform; just go get yourself cleaned up and help the others prepare.” He said.
“Yes, Commander Avidya.” Etho replied, the other man facing away from him as he jumped. Etho watched for a few seconds as he flew away, before turning and flying off in the direction of the building. That was something Etho had always admired about the commander. He was a man of few words, and no matter how dire a situation seemed to be, he always seemed to be completely calm.
As Etho jumped, he thought about Nebris’s last words to him: By the way, I already told the commander. That was something Etho had always admired about the commander: He was a man of few words, and no matter how dire a situation seemed to be, he always seemed to be completely calm. And he seemed to let most do what they wanted on their own time, as long as it didn’t get in the way of any of the regiment’s plans.
Etho was somehow able to get into the building without being bombarded with people and questions; likely because they were all preparing for the following day’s expedition. He cleaned up his knee, joining others to help make the final preparations. By the end of the day, he was extremely tired, and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the hard pillow.
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Date: Monday, September 8th, 2014 08:30 pm (UTC)I've still got a mental image of a Vechs Titan and now Nebris beating up Etho... Makes sense in my world but I'm not sure about anyone else world... :D
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