[closed] This blood on my teeth is far beyond dry

[warrioreidlos]

Characters: Reiner Braun and Armin Arlert; Reiner Braun, Bertolt Hoover and Annie Leonheart.
Date: Throughout the latter part of January
Location: Various
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: Spoilers for the AoT manga

[ooc: Just a catch all post for several scenarios. No open starters at this time, but if you'd like to plot something, you can always contact me.]

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[warrioreidlos]

Maybe it is not supposed to work.

[That is all Reiner can offer when he watches Bertolt examine the stove. Despite not being much of a cook, he had practically turned the stove upside down trying to figure out how it worked, but he hadn't had any success so far.

Of course the idea that anyone would build a house without a working stove is weird, but then again, living in a tree house on a giant turtle. Everything is weird.

Right. He had said he was going to talk to Annie about his plans as well. Pulling up a seat, he sinks down in it, resting his elbows on the table.]

I'm going to talk to Armin. I already talked it over with Bertolt, he's okay with it.

[isnotokay]

[ Annie watches Bertolt, wondering exactly how long it might take for him to start experimenting with the dials. She had, and had been only somewhat impressed by the result. Easier to just not bother with cooking in her mind, especially since she had lacked the motivation to try to get the hang of this technological stove.

And then Reiner is speaking, but her attention only rivets on him at the mention of Armin's name. Her eyes go unusually wide, lips parting as she makes to speak and no sound comes out for a long, long moment. When she finally manages, the only word she gets out there is a dull, ]

What?

[ Had she heard that right? Talk to Armin? ]

[warrioreidlos]

[His eyes narrow a bit at her reaction. She has changed. She is not that girl anymore that she was before they had tried to take Eren-- no, no before that even, not that girl she had been before Trost. It's something fragile and unbalanced that seems so frightful and out of place on her face. Because if there is anything she has never been it is fragile and unbalanced.

But then, who is he to judge her for that. All of them have changed; since failing their mission, since Trost, since coming to these damn walls in the first place.

So he continues, his voice a little softer, steady and certain.]

I'm going to talk to Armin. We need his cooperation. We can't kill them and we can't afford to fight with Eren. He's the only one who can control him.

[wreckingbert]

[Bertolt is not so much okay with it as not actively protesting it. If Reiner is going to insist on letting Armin mindfuck him, Bertolt is going to let that happen, and then be there to pick up the pieces when Reiner returns.]

[The stove have knobs on it. One of them has a temperature reading, and the other four just have numbers, 1-6. He notices that there are four black circles on top of the stove, and wonders if they correspond to the numbers on the knobs. Only one way to find out! He changes the knobs to 1, 3, 4.5, and 6, respectively, and stands back to see what happens.]

[isnotokay]

Alright.

[ It's with great care that she tucks away her feelings on the matter. It takes some doing, but eventually her emotions are secreted beneath that smooth, flat expression so characteristic of her. ]

At the end of the day at the stables... that's probably the best time to find him alone.

[warrioreidlos]

[His eyes narrow for a moment. He doesn't need to ask how she knows. Annie had always been the best of them at slipping by unseen to gather information. And that she is gathering intel on their biggest enemies is... it's prudent in a way.

Except he has the feeling she isn't watching him for any reasons so dry and militaristic. And he can't really blame her. They were a part of them for too long, they got too close. To have it all wrenched violently out of their hands is still like having a great big gaping wound that can't be healed through normal means. And as much as they knew it was coming, they were never prepared for it.]

Thanks. I need the two of you to stay home, okay? [More to Annie than to Bertolt. Bertolt wouldn't follow out of his own initiative, Annie might.] Or at least far out of range. If we show up with superior numbers, he'll never talk.

[And then, because this situation needs some forced levity.]

No need to worry. I have no intention of anyone getting punched this time.

[wreckingbert]

[Interesting. The circles are turning red. Bertolt reaches out and touches one, immediately yanking his hand back with a hiss when it burns his fingers. A wisp of steam later and the burns are gone, and he passes his hand back and forth over the circles, feeling the different degrees of heat rising off them. He turns off the one he had turned to 1, to see if it cools down, and starts cracking eggs into a skillet that was sitting near the sink.]