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[strongside]

Another world, is it?

[ The feed comes on to show a young woman's face on the screen, looking at the Gear with an idle sort of wonder. In her other hand is a common, and familiar, handbook, one which she quickly glances back to as soon as the Gear is turned on. Seems like someone is trying to make sense of all this... technical jargon. But it's somehow able to make sense. Somehow.

After several moments of silence, she snaps the handbook closed with a sigh. She brings her attention back to the Gear. ]

Is there even a point to being "the best"? [ Does it involve you going back home? ] The book doesn't mention titans, but how much is this book not telling me?

[ Skeptical? Just a bit for all that the dubiousness shows on her impassive face. ]

I need to find my friends. If anyone knows a boy named Armin-- [ Pause. No, there's too many to list. She glances down to her arm and lifts it up to show the insignia of two swords crossing over a shield. ] If anyone has seen anyone with this jacket and symbol, please inform me immediately.

As for where to go... [ She trails off. She has a journey, but no destination. And the fact that she's alo-- a small roaring sound from outside the screen lifts up her head. ]

... Right. I need to find berries, too. [ I need a distraction. ]

Comments

[onelevelnicer]

Not to humans, no. They're perfectly safe for your pokémon, though.

[strongside]

Understood. Thanks. [ Pause. Manners, right. ] My name is Mikasa Ackerman.

[onelevelnicer]

Hitachiin Kaoru, Miss Ackerman.

[strongside]

[ She debates on saying that he doesn't need to add the "miss," but. Well. Moving on-- ]

You have an interesting name.

[onelevelnicer]

Do I? Hitachiin is a fairly well known name where I come from. Here, though, it's a name just like anyone else's.

[strongside]

There weren't that many cultures left in my world. This world goes to show how diverse their selection is.

[onelevelnicer]

What happened to them all, if I can ask?

[strongside]

Extinct. Devoured by titans around a century ago. [ Pause. ] My mother was the last full Asian.

[onelevelnicer]

Are we talking about the mythological titans or something else.

[ and then a pause: ]

Was?

[strongside]

Literal titans.

[ She frowns and turns her head to the side. She's pretty sure the "was" would have been enough of an indication as to her fate without actually saying it. She rubs the side of her head as the pain of seeing her family gone briefly resurfaces. ]