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Lyra d'Lune

"If you expect this world to be fair with you because of your own purity and piousness, then you are merely fooling yourself with a delusion."

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a character in “Humanity's Pawns”, as played by Ever




"If you expect this world to be fair with you because of your own purity and piousness, then you are merely fooling yourself with a delusion. That's the same as expecting the lion not to eat the lamb because the prey didn't attack it's predator."

✦ Themes ✦
Lana Del Rey || Summertime Sadness
Amanda Lee || Guren no Yumiya {Lullaby Ver.}
Lindesy Stirling || What Child is This?
A Perfect Circle || Pet
Blue Foundation || Eyes on Fire
Florence + The Machine || Seven Devils

♔ Nicknames ♔
Via, Tavia, Tav || Flora, Flore, Cee || Lyra, Princess, China, Dolly, Luna

♔ Age ♔

♔ Gender ♔

♔ Romantic Interest ♔
Doesn't really dabble in romantic feelings but she is inwardly attached to Seto, even if she doesn't display it.

♔ Sexuality ♔

♔ Military Branch ♔
Due to her father's wishes and family name, it was expected that Octavia would be placed in the Military Police Brigade. By the time she finished her training and graduated in the top 10 {ranked in only at spot 2 due to her lack of excessive reserves of physical strength and not being a "team player"}, that became a reality despite her dream of going into the Survey Corps. However, unbeknownst to her father's knowledge, she ended up transferring to the Survey Corps for Seto's sake.

♔ Nationality ♔
1/3 Russian, 1/3 British, 1/3 Japanese. Originally from within Wall Sina, the Mitras District

♔ Face Claim ♔
Mei Misaki || Another

Image♔ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ♔
Clothing Preference || In an attempt to feel "normal", Lyra is often seen sporting a sailor uniform in a summer cut. Consisting of an above-the-elbow white blouse, a black jumper-skirt with a knee-reaching hem, black or white thigh (or knee, depending on how she feels that day) socks, black mary-janes, and a crisp red ribbon tied around her neck, once might say that her taste is childish, restricted, abnormal. Though, since when has Lyra really cared about other's opinions? Rarely will she change around her outfits..though she may wear gothic lolita, different school uniforms, or shorts on occasions.

Physical Description || If someone were to dedicate the entirety of their life to filling a blank canvas with vibrant hues, every tone of the rainbow, but had, by mistake, right in the middle of their artwork, created a black smear, then that smear would mar and taint their work. On the face of society and it's idealistic sense of 'beauty', much like that ruined piece of art, there is also a smear, a flaw, an imperfection. That smear is known as Octavia d’Lune. Throughout the entirety of the 17 years she has spent on this planet, Lyra has always been quite noticeable, abnormal often the most generous of compliments. Whether it be in appearance or academics, personality or power, family or fortune, she never seemed to quite blend in with the "normal" crowd, with the 'normal hues of vibrancy'. Though.. one look and many see the reasons why.

Rumoured and known to be a beauty of supernatural allure, Lyra sports a demeanor akin to the realms of the oddities; 'eerie' yet 'enticing'. Barely reaching the petite height of 5 foot and an inch, her mass weighing in at a mere 102 pounds, this particular girl, off the bat, is noted by strangers to possess the 2 most sought after attributes by women and men alike; stature and curves. Naturally crafted and molded to possess a physique carved out in a perfect hourglass, her chest of slightly larger nature for her age, Via often is the recipient of spitefully-coloured remarks on the nonexistent qualms regarding her boundless options of clothing and the slot she holds in becoming fantasies for other men (and, sometimes, women). With her nipped waist and toned limbs, it's almost next to impossible to describe her gait other than in the most poetic of ways; 'a flower swaying in the breeze' or 'a leisurely feline padding down the walk', perhaps. However, that's only when she sheds the layers of excess fabric. Shrouded in shapeless jumpers and crisp white blouses, at a first glance, it's quite next to impossible to identify the seductive femininity tucked away; a true diamond in the rough.

Shifting focus to yet another selling point, her tresses, Flora has been, undeniably, blessed with a gift. Generous amounts of cashmere-esque strands, their hue bordering on the unnatural, tumble down in wild cascades to frame her silhouette in the utmost perfect way. Typically, and almost shamefully, the introverted teenager will leave her chin cut jagged layers down, hardly ever being tugged into a fashion suitable of a noble. Interestingly enough, as stated before, this unobtainable tone of dancing ebony never seems to wash out...even flourishing and glowing in the most dreary of light. Unsure how to explain to her peers of it's natural occurrence, it should also be noted that this little doll will often lie about the coloration, one that strikes many in being similar to the occurrence of a twilight’s pulsing shadow.

Without a doubt in anyone's mind, Via is [more like, can be when she allows herself] a stunning individual.. but, in all honesty, the major factor that separates her from being classified as "beautiful" to "fairytale ready" are her eyes. In her opinion, as well as her friend's and stranger's, the brightly-colored pair are the strangest and most alluring trait on her. Why? It's all simply due to the breathtaking contrast they provide with the rest of her appearance and the fact that one is a different tone than it’s match. Of course, the medical patch over the emerald only adds to the enticing curiosity most humans feel about..truly an enigma. However, within the shown orb, almost constantly, the orb seems to flux in it’s varying shades of crimsons, every complex tone found to be present within the expressively narrowed orbs.

♔ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ♔
Birthmarks || Just as both her twin and mother had sported, Lyra possesses a distinct spade on her right hip. Other than that signature, she doesn't have any other birthmarks marring her skin.

Piercings || Preferring to keep her body metal-free and without holes, Lyra hasn't invested in getting piercings… not like her father will let her.

Tattoos || Along the same principle as piercings, Lyra refuses to get one.

Scars || Multiple scars litter her body from the past.. and not all of them were received with honor, with bravery, from fighting. The most dominant ones bestowed onto her are as follows; a spiraled trail winding from her right knee to her right ankle and a sloppily carved, 3.5 inch "X" positioned in the middle of her spine. The minor ones include various slashes on her upper arms and legs, rapid 'claw' marks on her stomach, and two faint lines at the base of her neck.

Noticeable Features || Born with heterochromia iridum, Lyra's orbs are of two different colors. The left is of a blood red crimson while the other is of a dazzling emerald.. the color of her father's and mother's eyes respectively. Due to the self-conciousness she feels and the disgust her father displayed towards them, Lyra has taken to wearing a medical gauze patch over the right.

♔ Type of Weapon ♔
Regality. That is exactly what Octavia always stood for, what she was bred to continuously carry within the forefront of her conscious. So, taking in these principles, it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that her weapon form is just that; regally elegant. Shifting into a scythe gleaming of pure silver, her overall height in this form towers well above her 5'10'' partner. Elaborated with boned slots implanted along her staff {for easier gripping} and inscriptions of latin origins {'Una salus victis nullam spearer salutem' (The one safety for the vanquished is to abandon hope of safety ), 'Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito' (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them), 'Aut vincere aut mori' (Either to conquer or to die), and 'Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim' (Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.)}, Lyra is, by all means, a desirable and respectable weapon. However, the true main glory rests in her blades; naturally sharper than any sword and fashioned with artistic flair. Melded in a figure reminiscent of an outstretched bat, a creature of the night, the longer portion has been curved to act on par for slicing and ravaging…while the other, far shorter wing, is merely there to act as a counter balance to the gruesome brutality of it's opposite, to merely act as double-edge for dire situations.

Image♔ Personality ♔
Without a single doubt, Octavia is best described as a diary wound shut with a padlock, the key long forgotten. Damaged, unknown, unwanted. From the moment she was born, she was destined to be cradled by a man who wanted nothing to do with her, who was disgusted with her very appearance.. she was a mere bargaining chip, a packaged deal, that came along with her perfect elder sister. Surely not a single person would be able to live that down, the fact that your very own father despised you? In all honesty, this was the first emergence of her isolating traits, of her fears to get close to another human with the extent of her father’s hate remaining as untested waters. Even to this day, not a single person has been able to get far enough in her shell to understand why the pieces of her conditioning will surface at odd times, why she will do and say things that make little sense, even to her {rushing into battle head on, for example, without orders}. Most notably, though, Octavia has become a quiet and withdrawn individual, more or less preferring to observe than contribute. Almost never being able to find the words to speak, only her partner being the main recipient of her few thoughts, it often comes to a shock to her comrades when this mute finally lets her tongue fly. As you can imagine, this makes her a very difficult being to understand, a turn off for many of her team mates.

From a first glance, Via holds a demeanor in tune to a countenance of fortified ice; impenetrable and exuding a faint coolness where most would be warm. She is the perfect image of unruffled, emotionless composure..flawless and without a shred of fear. But, upon further inspection, she couldn't be further from that truth. Her strength, her quiet certainty, is merely a barrier that she built to hide a seemingly-irreparable brokenness and vulnerability. It’s almost as though she is only waiting for the time she has to return to her father’s side, for him to finally shatter herself once and for all…for him to rip from her what little threads of identity she has managed to tie by herself to those around her and to make her forget once again that she was ever anyone at all.

Continuing on with her self-examination, Flora does not possess the ability to see the worth in letting herself live, let alone loving... but even so, she has somehow managed to allow some people in. Of course, they are her three pillars; her deceased sister Melody, her deceased mother Josephine and her partner, Seto. However, due to some complications with the latter, Via is noticeably a tad more reluctant to speak with Seto than she was with her sister...perhaps it’s due to her romantic feelings that have blossomed for him? Even so, she doesn’t mind his company, and is, indeed, quite very protective of him. She seems intent on providing him with all the help that she can, to be there for him regardless of the situation.. but she cannot bring herself to see him as her equal for the belief that would be to bring him lower than he deserves.

Image♔ Likes ♔
    Imageღ Memories of her mom and sister..the happy ones that is
    ღ Making use of herself through fighting titans
    Imageღ Expensive tea
    ღ Pastries or savory foods
    Imageღ Classical music
    ღ Cherries
    Imageღ Observing others.
    ღ Seto
    ღ Rainy or Snowy Days
    ღ China dolls
    ღ Snakes and Spiders
    ღ Being alone

♔ Dislikes ♔
    ✘ Her father and family name
    ✘ The thought Seto being killed
    ✘ Being idle and feeling useless
    ✘ Cheap tea
    ✘ Bitter or spicy foods
    ✘ Those who complain or believe that they have had a difficult life. 'Quitters'
    ✘ Strawberries
    ✘ Her appearance
    ✘ Songbirds
    ✘ White cats
    ✘ Sun exposure
    ✘ Conversations with others {aside from Seto}
    ✘ Swimming/large bodies of water/puddles

♔ Talents & Strengths♔
    ❖ Has a peaked physical condition {specialities, more or less, regarding agility, speed, and flexibility}
    ❖ Selective Eidetic Memory
    ❖ Selective Mutism
    ❖ Polyglot {speaks English {UK}, Japanese, Russian, French, Korean, German, and Italian}
    ❖ Natural at maneuvering the 3DDMG
    ❖ Fearless {in the sense of battle}
    ❖ Extremely high pain tolerance
    ❖ Musical and Culturally Trained {following into these categories are; properly trained in etiquette, versatile in social mannerisms, violinist + harpist, and ballet dancer}

♔ Flaws ♔
    ⌘ Isolates herself from others and refuses to interact with them {apart from Seto}
    ⌘ Constantly puts herself in danger's way
    ⌘ Selective mute
    ⌘ Low self-esteem
    ⌘ Exceedingly harsh with herself and others
    ⌘ The nonexistent reserves of sheer strength and brute force
    ⌘ Easily manipulated through kind words
    ⌘ Can't bring herself to be terrified or repulsed by Titans and the mangled corpuses of her comrades
    ⌘ Can't express emotions very well

♔ Fears ♔
    ☠ The idea of going back to live with her father
    ☠ All of her efforts to redeem herself will turn futile
    ☠ Terrified of large bodies of water
    ☠ Terrified of the dark
    ☠ Losing those she cares about again and being blamed for their deaths
    ☠ Afraid of Songbirds
    ☠ Afraid of white cats

♔Secrets ♔
    ♗ Believes herself to be the reason for her mother's and twin's death
    ♗ Relating to her false guilt, Lyra has taken to self-punishment for her "sins" by isolating herself and constantly putting herself in danger's way
    ♗ Constantly entertains the idea of her death in place of her sister's
    ♗ Doesn't really care about her life anymore

Image♔Bio ♔
Edmund d'Lune || 37 || Father || Noble || alive || {1}, {2}
Josephine d'Lune || 30 || Mother || Noble || deceased || {1}, {2}
Melody d'Lune || 12 || Twin Sister || Noble || deceased || {1}, {2}

ImageBorn at the time when the flora’s leafy canopies had just begun to glow with brilliant scarlets and golds, Melody and Octavia were soon to become the oddity and treasure of their parents, Edmund and Josephine d’Lune. Presented with the honor of being the sole heiresses of the household name “d’Lune”, a line so treasured in Mitras District as jewelers {personal favourites of every noble} and distant cousins of the King, it goes without much explanation to say that great things were expected of the two. Actually, let me rephrase that; great things were expected of Melody, the eldest who was just radiant.

A ray of sunshine in everyone’s lives, Melody was the ideal daughter; beautiful in both body and mind. Unlike the ‘disgusting creature’ [as her father refers to her as], Octavia, Melody possessed the fortunate looks, the ideals, of ivory-laced cream skin, warm ashy gray tresses and dancing wine orbs. Truly on a whole different plane of her alabaster-toned, ebony haired, heterochromatic counterpart. Not to mention there was the whole concept of personality; the eldest was outgoing, confident, beautiful with conversations..while the youngest was withdrawn, shy, a stuttering mess. Yet, despite the blatant favouring her parents carried out, the younger had never really felt a twinge of resentment towards her sister...even when Melody received more presents on their birthdays and Christmases or even when she was given the finer silks, the bigger bed, the better everything. Lyra truly loved, adored, the beaming girl, perhaps more than anyone could ever know….however, childhood innocence can not always last and that love was soon to become tainted with jealousy, with self spite and distaste.

They were 8 when they first met, Seto Lancette {who was 9 at the time} and the d’Lune twins. Brought together as playmates, a favour from one family friend to another, it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that Melody was the first to become friends with the stranger. Yet… for little Octavia, the blonde-haired boy wasn’t just another person to pass the time with, no no, he sparked feelings that she never knew existed. Heart pounding, breathless, a want to be constantly near him, those were all of the reactions Via was forced to endure during Seto’s visits. However, by the time she was able to pinpoint this strange experience, what it truly meant, fate decided to play a cruel game on the giggling, carefree children; Melody developed a romantic crush on the Lancette boy, the latter party returning the feelings vice versa. Deciding to keep quiet and allow her star of a sibling to have a chance at happiness, far too use to the idea of Melody receiving whatever she vied for, Octavia ended up melding into the shadows. Taking the reclusive route out, no longer did Lyra accompany the pair on their mission to explore the mansion’s gardens, instead choosing to keep her mother and books company in the oak’s shade.

ImageThe d’Lune household was a cheery one for the next 2 years..apart from the treatment in which Octavia didn’t exist in her father’s eyes and the fact she was forced to endure the idea of her first love and her sister becoming romantically involved. However, aside from those two events, Octavia couldn’t really complain. After all, she had food to eat, a roof over her head, and clothes to wear. What more could you need? Then it happened, an event that forever shook the household. Josephine d’Lune, on a trip to journey to the Stohess district on a pleasure visit, was lost forever when her carriage took a tumble in the canal. To make a tragic event shorter, her father spiralled into depression, his lashing anger delivered onto Via daily whenever he saw that emerald orb, the exact hue of his belovedly deceased counterpart. Of course, Melody would try to intervene, try to use her “daddy’s little girl” charm to her sister’s advantage..but not even she could constantly watch guard.

A few months after the twin’s 12th birthday, Seto suddenly stopped coming to the d’Lune grounds, an event that broke both of the girl’s fragile hearts. By this point, Lyra had taken to covering her dazzling forest eye with medical gauze, all in an attempt to deter her father from flying into unbridled rage..and it worked {somewhat}. The beatings slowly trickled in, less and less frequent than before, and the empty corridors seemed to be able to breathe once more. And then Melody fell ill. Without warning, the dazzling girl’s life began to slowly drain away, her bounding form being caged by the weight of wool blankets. Not only was Octavia losing her other half, her extension of her idealistic sense of a “perfect person” but she was losing her protection, her father’s despair inflaming. Though the copper-tipped lashings {delivered by a belt} and drunkenly thrown glass bottles were, in all honesty, a minor occurrence, a mere nuisance to what she dealt with when her mother passed.. and it was at this point in her life that the stoic girl felt a true twinge of fear; what would happen when Melody finally passed?

Her twin eventually left this world at the age of 12 ½, both a sense of relief and angst following in her wake. The abuse, the physical torment, suddenly exploded in intensity, everyone, from the servants to her community, blamed their precious treasure’s death on her. At 13, her self-esteem shattered {constant death threats and degrading comments being the main cause}, two things became quite evident; 1. Her father managed to instill a phobia of himself within his daughter and 2. She had to find a way out. Registering for her only ticket to freedom, the military, everything was going to be smooth sailing from there on out..or so she thought. Her father ended up discovering about his only daughter’s plan to run away, his irritation spiking once more. Two nights before she was scheduled to catch the boat that would, ultimately, deliver her to freedom, her father paid her a drunken visit. To spare you the gruesome details, he ended up giving her a parting present of a new scar; a sloppily carved, 3 ½ inch X in the middle of her spine. Even to this day, his final words to her resound in her conscious, "So the Titans will know which bitch to eat first".

Finishing up her training, Octavia met up with Seto once more, graduated at the top of her class and...well.. now she is here. Teamed up with her childhood love that, undoubtedly, she still has feelings for, Lyra is ready to go save humanity.

♔ Other ♔
ImageOctavia honestly can't help but cringe when someone asks her about her eyepatch or reaches out to touch it. Even with Seto, if he tries to make a comment about it, she noticeably winces and will duck away from reach. Obviously, her sister's positive enforcement of her heterochromia's beauty never sunk in. Due to this fear of other's seeing her mismatched eyes, Lyra will constantly wear the patch and will only take it off during sleep {when she knows, for a fact, everyone else is past consciousness}.


So begins...

Lyra d'Lune's Story

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Character Portrait: Sam Gunner Character Portrait: Earl Derrik Godfrey Character Portrait: Scar Bellerose Character Portrait: Maya Poveda Character Portrait: Seto Lancette Character Portrait: Garen Walkens Character Portrait: Leonardo Adams Character Portrait: Hiro Maeda Character Portrait: Lyra d'Lune Character Portrait: Cassidy "Cass" Lachmann Character Portrait: Coraline Sylar Character Portrait: Nori Vasile Character Portrait: Elysia Llewellyn Character Portrait: Silvester Loritz
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Behind Wall Maria, and inside the Shiganshina District, is where the next attack was planned. Titans have already gone through the first wall and into the district known from long ago for its first attack from the Titans. How the wall opened, that's the mystery, but that mystery is one having to be saved for later because at the moment, the Shiganshina people have been evacuated to Wall Rose, praying that the Titans will not reach the next wall and kill everyone else, just like the others who were left behind.

But thats where our heroes come in.

Currently, all soldiers are gathering in their barracks, inside of the Shiganshina District, where most the Titans are located, getting ready for battle with their partners at their side.

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Character Portrait: Seto Lancette Character Portrait: Lyra d'Lune
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Seto began to ready his tanks at both his sides, filling them up with gas. While he often stayed in his weapon form, being the secondary weapon to his partner and childhood friend, Lyra, if anything happened suddenly and unexpectedly, he'd have to be ready to jump back into a regular physical state and get on the move to keep him and his partner from dying. Yeah, that was a thought he wasn't fond of.

There was a thundering noise outside and the barracks shifted a bit, subtle pieces of rock and dust leaking in from the ceiling on top of them. Various of the younger soldiers around his age began to cry and shake and yell, 'Of course they're afraid...' Seto thought while taking one of the large tanks of gas and attempting to attach it to his own with difficulty, 'We were all once like that too.' He paused in his struggling, then looked up and stared at two different types of people; the ones who showed fear, and others who's faces were stone cold, 'But the rest of us already shed enough tears and yelled enough from the top of our lungs when we saw those monsters the first time too. He went back to hooking up the tanks.

Just then, a flashback hit him in the head.


'Go and get me food.' He remembered a woman saying to him. Who was the woman, he couldn't remember, or perhaps, he chose not to remember. She grabbed tighter at little Seto's collar of his ragged and dusty clothes, 'Get me food. Now.'

'M-Mom...' Seto gulped as she reached for his neck. Right... yes, that's right. That was his mother. His first, actually, and cruelly insane mother, 'We're poor... we... we can't afford food...' He said timidly and the hand got a tight grip around his neck now, and he began to choke.

'Does it look like I fucking care? You brat! Go and get me my food, damn it!' His mother yelled. People passed by the torn family on the streets, but said nothing. They were just rats looking for leftovers dropped for them on the ground. Even the child, Seto, mattered not to the men and women and children who glanced at them with selfish eyes. His mother let go of his neck, shoving him backwards and sitting up from the sheets of cloth that was supposed to be a bed, 'You're useless.' She muttered and began to get up.

'M-Mom don't!' Seto approached his mom, despite being choked. Was it out of love? No. It was out of fear of the woman, 'You're going to hurt yourself, let me go and get it then-' Seto stood to steal something- anything that was edible for his sick and dying mother. He knew she was dying, yet the fear of that abuse he experienced from her lingered over him to do whatever she asked, even on her deathbed.

Once more, his mother grabbed him, this time by the hair, and pulled his ear close to her mouth as she whispered in his ear, 'I hope they kill you.'


There was a snap back to reality and Seto gasped for air as he had a hard time breathing for the moment the flashback played in his mind. He put his hand gently and stroked his neck gently, remembering that pain, "Titans are probably better than that..." He muttered agitatedly and finally began to take the gas into his 3D Maneuver Gear. He told himself that Titans were better than his mother, but what he was really focused on was worrying that- what if that happened during battle? What if, for some reason, he was using his gear with Lyra in her weapon form, and he'd experience a flashback. The both of them would be eaten and killed without doubt.

He sighed, trying to forget about this thought and looked around the barracks filled with other soldiers getting ready to face the war head on, and searched for one familiar face; his partner, "Lyra!" He called, seeing how he couldn't move. The battle would start soon, and he wanted to be ready early.

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Character Portrait: Lyra d'Lune Character Portrait: Cassidy "Cass" Lachmann Character Portrait: Silvester Loritz
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Cass sat motionless outside the barracks next to the gas tanks. Her chestnut hair was loosely tied in her usual two shoulder length braids. The gas-cans hugging her maneuver gear were long since filled, but she couldn't find the strength to pull herself from the ground. Others came and went, emotions in their eyes ranging from horror to ignorant excitement to utter disbelief as they filled their 3DDMG with the gas almost necessary for survival. Cass had sat down to regain her usual calm behavior, hoping that the morning sun and clean air would help her heart rate regain normal patterns, but it didn't help. Her sunflower eyes opened to view a deep blue sky with wisps of cloud mingled in, it calmed her slightly.She observed her surroundings. The second she did so an acute tightness in her stomach made it's presence known. All around her were soldiers, her fellow soldiers, bustling around with the same nervous mentality as was to be expected. Some were pacing, others crying and a select few had no emotion whatsoever. Just blank faces among a sea of moans and whimpers. just to think.. The newly appointed soldier's eyes drifted beyond the crowd of frantic humans The cause of all this mess are within this wall digging for far can they possibly b- Her thoughts stopped dead. Past the barracks and homes and markets that once belonged to people now trampled, eaten or relocated like herself, was a massive bare form swaying with huge lumbering steps. Cass strained her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. God..they're close. At that moment she snapped to conscience and felt sick. She dug her nails into the dust at her sides, barely gripping reality What would Carston say?Memories of her brother flashed before her eyes.


Cass saw herself laying in a patch of grass and wildflowers. Wall Rose towered over not feet from where she lay. The warm breeze and sun kissing her skin seemed almost real. A figure with brown hair and chocolate eyes lay next to her in old working pants and a torn gray shirt, observing the clouds. He was taller by comparison but the pairs faces were nearly identical to one another. A brother and sister alone outside the walls confining them. “Hey Carston?” she spoke softly after many quiet minutes. “Hmm?” he replied in a lazy tone. “Why are you joining the trainees? I mean.. I know why but, why do you have to leave?” The brother sat up, giving his younger sister full attention. His eyes had a sudden seriousness to them that Cass could never forget. “Do you see this wall Cass?” he pointed up to the second of three walls protecting every known human being “We are the only ones left. And that's how it's going to stay unless we work as a unit, instead of single people. I can't stand here and decide that my problems come before anyone else and neither should you.” Cass sat intently listening to every passionate word that fell from her brother's lips. “ I really want well.. my life to mean something, like one less titan or even a saved life. So to answer that question, to mean something Cassidy. I want to change this prison we were born into for the better.”
Those words held place in Cass and echoed in her mind long after that day. The last thing she saw of her brother was his hand in a crowd off people boarding a ferry waving her a final goodbye. The next day she was shaken awake by her adopted mother for the news. Titans have broken the wall.


Cass heaved herself up on wobbly legs sore from sitting since the sun rose. She brushed the dirt off her pants. The thought of her brother gave new life and her fear melted away.I won't die here, not today. And especially not without Carston at my side. Other soldiers were gathering in an unorganized mass and she slipped between them. Her partner had to be around somewhere. Silvester was his name, but she didn't know much else about her handler. Throughout training he was quiet and focused on his fighting, but so was Cass. She could say that she liked him as a partner, he seemed adjusted enough but always a little too distant. Sometimes she had to yell to get his attention. Cass searched the clearing. She was nearly deafened by the number of people screaming their partners names. How can a pair that has trained for months on end still not know how to find one another? I guess I'm one to talk. Cass thought to herself. She weaved through the crowd and noticed something. Freezing where she stood and leaning down, she noticed it again. A vibration, like a boulder was being hurled off the wall and crushing the earth below it. It came again, and again each time sending a shiver up Cass's spine. “Tho- those are...footsteps?” someone close to her practically shrieked. “Yeah” Cass mumbled bluntly. She turned and started trotting to the barracks, hoping to find her missing counterpart there. Her trot broke into a nervous run and for whatever reason she looked over shoulder to see the crowd. Just as she did so a force threw her balance and brought her to the ground in a plume of dust. Regaining consciousness, Cass's eyes flew open and there standing before her was a female figure with ebony black hair and piercing eyes. The look on her face was of both surprise and annoyance. Cass stood and said a quick halfassed “Sorry about that” and continued with her mission. The girl had seemed familiar Lyra, I think . She simply stared as Cass ran away from the scene without a single measly word. Then it came to her and Cass was suddenly overcome with embarrassment for not knowing How could I forget, that Lyra, she ranked #2 in training.. The barrack door flew open and Cass walked in as casually as possibly, searching for any familiar faces. She noticed some from training, but not Silvester. She searched unkempt beds and crowded halls, but to no avail. All the while the vibrations got louder and shook more and more dust from the rafters. Cass felt a sinking feeling that if she didn't find him soon she would have to go alone. “Dammit Silver, where are you?!”she yelled internally.

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ImageThey are...scared.. That was the only thought the doll-esque girl could conjure up, her expression one of vacancy, of stoical bearing for what was to come. Padding through the outskirts of the barracks within Shiganshina, there was an odd sense of surreality to the raven-haired soldier compared to that of the frantic bustling her peers exhibited, nerves high. In fact, one might even say the tension was to the point of suffocation that one would have to be robotic, inhuman, not to join in on the throng. Yet, Lyra wasn’t even remotely was just a nuisance paired with an oddity. Giving a quick sweep of crowd surrounding her, it was the same in every person’s gaze; fear and uncertainty. But then again.. I guess they have every reason to be As if on cue, vibrations of the approaching brutes rattled the grounds, windows on the nearby houses responding violently to the disturbance. Wasting little time in professing their feelings, choruses from her left rang with quiet yelps and suffocated sobs, from her right being sharp gasps and proclaims of ”Oh...g-god..!”. And yet, for what just occurred, Lyra wasn’t shaken..hell, she didn’t even seem bothered by the idea of those towers of flesh closing in on their location. Giving a finalized sigh and one last lingering glance at her peers, the Survey Corp member continued on with her leisurely walk, silently taking bids on who was going to hold out until sunset.

As she travelled closer and closer to the hearts of safety, that pressing atmosphere noticeably lessened, people far more less edgy..though still a far cry from joviality. Even more importantly, people here were far more interested in each other, in how another stood out. As if proving this line of thought to herself and comrades, Octavia made it a point to connect her crimson orb with every stare that was directed towards the medical gauze patch, towards her signature feature. Though, the true gall rested within the individual’s reactions once they were caught staring; some were flusteredly embarrassed and others just kept staring in a wide eyed stupor. Giving a shake of her head, the chin length tresses catching a slight movement from the air cushion below, another sigh was expelled in exasperation. Consumed with her disbelief and ongoing assessment of ‘humanity’s only hope’, it was needless to say that her attention to what was in front of her had long since deteriorated. As such, it was a mild shock to her system when another body collided with her own, the latter falling prey to gravity. Halting her footsteps, Lyra’s stance immediately went on a defensive annoyance at this girl’s carelessness, that scarlet gaze slightly narrowing in discontentment as it honed in on the offender. This girl…..she’s Cassidy Lachmann… Ranked 5th, Scouting Legion recited her inner conscious with perfect fluidity, her piercing stare trailing after the fleeing girl once the pathetic excuse of an apology was said. Not seeing the use in tracking her down and forcing the ash-haired girl to be more heartfelt, Tavia merely gave a small tsk and continued on with her stroll.

Nearing the center of the barracks, the section in which the cannisters on the 3D Gear were reloaded, it took the royal a few moments to recognize the quakes and how they were growing with exponential intensity. A frown playing on her rosebud mouth, Tavia unconsciously kicked her pace into a higher gear, a sudden thought of Seto flickering into her forefront attention. Seto…. I..I hope he is ok.. whispered that inner voice once more, only this time holding a palpable concern. Scanning the crowd in a mixture of anxiety and confusion, the weight of her time away from her partner now sinking in, Octavia could feel a pressure on her lungs to breathe. It was always like this whenever she was separated from Ari… she would go into a daze then awake to a nightmare. Damn it Seto...where are you!? As if feeling her telepathic calls, the golden haired male’s voice broke through her heart racing moment, his tone soothing her anxiety instantly. ”Lyra!” Rushing towards that voice, the soldier could only manage a small smile seeing him fully geared up, his eager attitude radiating off from his stature. ”Sorry...Seto.. I again. But I’m here now.” With her smile broadening in that familiar way, an expression only displayed whenever her best friend was near, Octavia glanced back over the tanks. Nodding at him to follow her, Lyra busied herself with refueling her cannisters, her feathery tone drifting out in casual conversation. ”So….are you excited for today..? Or are you worried..?”

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"What- Hold on a moment!" Earl nearly doubled over as he felt Hiro grab onto the back of his shirt, pulling him towards her and away from the general that had left the barracks. He groaned, annoyance filling his every feature as he stopped and did not turn back. Taking a deep breath, Earl shook his head as if shaking off a thought. I need her- she’s my partner. Can’t let her die or kill her just yet. But his crimson eyes said elsewise as he turned to look at the blue-haired girl, his eyes tired and pronounced with something close to hatred- but it was marred with something else, something close to a sort of caring, one that Earl had refused to recognize for a very long time. "You can't expect me to walk there, can't you? Come come," Before Earl could say anything, the girl had already partially transformed into a glaive without waiting for Earl’s reply to her beckons, causing another sigh to escape from Earl as he looked at her with weary eyes. "Well?" She held her hands out, as if beckoning Earl to pick her up- which she was doing, of course. Great. Not right now. But it was not like his partner would be able to hear his inner thoughts. "Unless, of course, you'd like to carry me, that's fine too. But I'm only carried princess style, for your information."

With that, Earl slapped his hand on her forehead hard and then kept his hand on her forehead, as if to push her to the ground. “Stop transforming, God damn it, you know I hate it when you reveal your weapon form to others.” Without a second word, Earl picked up the girl in the exact way he had always done since the first day they had been partnered together- in his arms, princess-style. Ignoring the whispering and eyes of the other trainees who had somehow had enough time to calm themselves down to gossip, Earl walked through the crowd and out of the barracks, his tanks already filled with gas and his weapon in his hands. “Don’t move- if you do I’ll toss you on the ground and leave you there.” He said angrily, his face annoyed as he glared down at Hiro through the corners of his eyes. Why did I have to get the useless partner! Earl thought, but there was no answer to his question. For some, the question was a no brainer: Hiro had ranked 7th in their regiment though she was held back by her legs. For Earl, the question was much more complex: take her ranking as the full scope of her powers or base it on the fact that she could be extremely annoying from time to time? It doesn’t matter now- giants! His mental reminder for himself sent shivers down Earl’s spine and a smirk to once again form on his face. “Keh!” He spat again on the ground, turning his head in a wide angle so as to avoid Hiro’s legs. Finally! The word had been raging inside his mind ever since they had been called to the barrack’s- and now they were to be the first on the frontlines due to their high ranks during graduation.

Earl eagerly stepped out of the disorderly barrack and into the nearly empty grounds. The sound of breaking buildings and havoc could be heard from the army academy grounds that Earl now stood on- with Hiro still tightly held in his arms. For some, this instilled fear; For Earl, it only increased the size of the smirk that had been on his face. However, as Earl stood with his head turned to a side, his eyes roamed towards the four figures that stood in the center of the grounds, their hands behind their backs, staring at the 40 trainees that slowly straggled out of the barracks. Quickly, he wiped the smile off of his face and walked over to the four figures, standing but two meters away from them, in the placement he had been given ever since those few years ago. First. Shared! Earl glared at his compatriots before standing at the farthest left spot, his teeth gnashing together though the lack of Scar Bellerose and her partner gave him a sense of tiny triumph. Tardiness equates to uselessness! He laughed out in his mind, directing the thoughts at Scar Bellerose, though she definitely would not be able to hear Earl’s thoughts.

“Just stay in my arms, don’t move.” Earl said, not looking at Hiro as he turned to look at the four figures- one female and three male- standing at the head of the relatively small group that now started to form in front of them. But they did not start debriefing the trainees yet- most of the top 20 and their partners were still stuck in the rowdy barracks, though Earl had no idea why they were trying to avoid the chance to go and fight the giants. “Come on…” He muttered unconsciously, glaring at the open barrack doors, waiting for other trainees to slowly stream out so that they could head straight for the invading giants without delay. A cough distracted Earl from his muttering, as a man- the general for the Survey Corps stepped forward, his eyes harsh as he glared at the gathering trainees.

“We cannot wait any longer, let the others come afterwards; we must go and provide assistance to the men already out there fighting the giants.” A loud sound of a building collapsing cut through what the man was saying, but he looked unperturbed. Finally! Earl’s mad cackle mingled with the loud, cacophonous noise of bricks and stones hitting the ground- but no one heard. They were all too busy controlling their own fears and wishes, too busy making sure that they stayed sane in this land of sheer madness.

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"I want those whom ranked top 20 in the 147th legion of the trainee class to stand forth along with their partners. We will need you immediately at the front line."

"Okay people! Let's go! Let's go!

Seto readied his tanks, but silently cursed. Where was she? His partner? Now that all the humans were gone along with Meisters, there were really only Weapons left. And if one had no partner to wield, it'd be useless to head out there alone, and would be distinguished as, basically, suicide. Weapons were powerless without their own Weapon, and Seto had come to realize that, which is why had had only been getting ready, but hadn't exactly run up to join the others when called, 'Where'd she go...' He sighed and ran his hand tiredly through his hair. After all, he didn't get much sleep before after being alerted that it was their time to finally show off their skills.

Most people would begin crying, writing their farewell notes, praying that god would save them, not that it would matter... But Seto was waiting for this moment. Perhaps not quite excited, but not scared or apathetic either. Just... looking forward to it. But then again, there was also her, who's words still stayed in his mind just before she died; 'I hope they kill you.' Her ghost still haunted him, even as an adult now. His mother's words and shadows never left his thoughts, even in the most dire moments. But maybe that's what kept him driven to not hold back in the battlefield.

”Sorry...Seto.. I again. But I’m here now.” Seto looked up from his thinking and saw Lyra, his partner, childish friend, and even someone he took interest in, smiling at him.

Seto let out a sigh filled with relief and stood up normally, as he was sitting down before, and said, "You took awhile.. It got me nervous for a second that you suddenly ran off or something. Well... I guess it doesn't really matter. You're here now and that's what matters."

”So….are you excited for today..? Or are you worried..?”

For a moment, there was a flash of his mother's dying and horrifying face and then Seto snapped back to reality, rubbing his forehead while in a daze. However, he tried not to show it too clearly when he said, with his normal voice, "Neither... actually. I mean, I guess I'm sort of looking forward to it, but then again-" He paused, then shook his head, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Seto quickly ran a check on his gas tanks, almost looking a bit anxious, before looking back at Lyra, "You're ready right? We should get going then, everyone's lining up." He said and grabbed her hand before walking towards the line of the other soldiers, lining up with them just as they did.

Seto was a very confident young man, and stood tall next to the others, looking forwards with a stern expression, "You ready?" He whispered over to Lyra.

“We cannot wait any longer, let the others come afterwards; we must go and provide assistance to the men already out there fighting the giants.”

"Scratch that." Seto said, grabbing Lyra's hand once more, but then, and suddenly, shifting into a pair of dual hooked swords, "We're heading out now."