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risingtsun2013-11-18 12:56 am
luxuriant) wrote in risingtsun2013-11-18 12:56 am
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[The last thing Zelos remembered was a scene similar to one when they had been on the ship. Goodbyes and farewells, people slowly dwindling down as they left the city and returned to their own homes. He hadn't been sure at the time that it would work perfectly. The last time, not everyone got home, did they? Some never came back. It was hard to know what would happen.
But then he woke in his own bed, sitting upright and looking around in shock as he realized it. He spent twenty minutes or so thinking things out. Realizing how much he remembered this time. How crazy it all felt. That he was completely alone now. And it wasn't until his butler came in the room and reminded him of his business with the King that he realized he couldn't just sit around and think.
Meltokio was a large, walled off city. The lowest level, closest to the gates and walls, contained the shops, the research lab, lower class houses and a lower slope into the slums. The next level up held even more shops and the coliseum, a big circle of a plaza with benches and sorts around the edges, and houses of the middle class. The tallest level of the city held the grandest parts: the church, the King's castle, and the noble's houses-- mostly notably the house of Wilder. The Chosen's house.
Wherever it is Eren ended up, he was sure to hear about the 'Chosen's' appearance today. Returning from a long journey after 'reuniting the worlds' or something of that sort, and speaking with the King. And if these rumors lead him well enough, he'll be able to catch the guy just after his speech, stepping out of the castle with a crowd of girls already waiting to follow him. He's not really into faking it today as much as he usually can, so he waves them off with an excuse and reaches into his pocket...
The pocket watch is still there. But it's nothing but a watch.]
But then he woke in his own bed, sitting upright and looking around in shock as he realized it. He spent twenty minutes or so thinking things out. Realizing how much he remembered this time. How crazy it all felt. That he was completely alone now. And it wasn't until his butler came in the room and reminded him of his business with the King that he realized he couldn't just sit around and think.
Meltokio was a large, walled off city. The lowest level, closest to the gates and walls, contained the shops, the research lab, lower class houses and a lower slope into the slums. The next level up held even more shops and the coliseum, a big circle of a plaza with benches and sorts around the edges, and houses of the middle class. The tallest level of the city held the grandest parts: the church, the King's castle, and the noble's houses-- mostly notably the house of Wilder. The Chosen's house.
Wherever it is Eren ended up, he was sure to hear about the 'Chosen's' appearance today. Returning from a long journey after 'reuniting the worlds' or something of that sort, and speaking with the King. And if these rumors lead him well enough, he'll be able to catch the guy just after his speech, stepping out of the castle with a crowd of girls already waiting to follow him. He's not really into faking it today as much as he usually can, so he waves them off with an excuse and reaches into his pocket...
The pocket watch is still there. But it's nothing but a watch.]
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Except the box is now a?? thing???? it's like thinking back to the train, except now it's another crazy piece of tech he's never seen and one would think he'd be used to this by now but— ]
Wha—!
[ He staggers back, staring wide-eyed for a good few seconds before tentatively raising his own. And he can't help but crack a grin when the device expands, letting out a breathless laugh, eyes locked on the 'Rheiards' with a pleasantly surprised glint. ]
You've been holding out, Zelos.