[closed-ish]

[isnotokay]

Characters: Annie, Reiner, Bertolt, Miles others?
Date: February catch all
Location: Wood Sector, others?
Situation: Annie and Reiner spar and have a discussion. Bertolt and Annie talk before deployment. Miles briefs his motley troop of warriors. Anything else that happens to come up?
Warnings/Rating: violent content.

[OOC: Going with the standard comment starters style. If you'd like a thread, I'll be happy to oblige. Just PP poppyfields.

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[naismith]

[Ha. She really is an Elli Quinn, just an inexperienced one in some respects. With that general basis to run off of, Miles grows more confident in his handle on her. He smiles genuinely; it's not manipulation that leads him to the offer, just an honest desire to see those he likes happy.]

Glad to. Remind me when this mess is over with. You'd make an apt pupil.

[Seeing that she's done removing her gear, Miles heaves a sigh and gets to his feet, absently pushing the table forward out of the way. The area rug beneath it is exposed, and he eyes it balefully as he takes up the seizure stimulator.]

Time to get this over with, [he says grimly.] I'll... likely be indisposed, afterwards. I've let this go too long. You may have to drag me onto the couch-- I'm sorry. [His grimace indicates how unhappy he is with the prospect; and overly familiar with it, too. He's had to be manhandled so many times in his life, for his own good and by enemies. He's thoroughly sick of being at someone else's mercy or needing help.]

[isnotokay]

[ It's rare that Annie is ever given any such assessment. 'Apt pupil,' while clearly just an impartial judgement on his understanding of her capacity for learning, is a description that makes her feel... something. She's not entirely sure what, but it's almost pleasant. Maybe she would have an opportunity to prove this right.

That brief moment of seeming almost human is gone with that explanation, and her expression shifts to near-complete blankness with practiced ease. She's long since learned how easy it is to write her off when she looks like that, and it's a calculated effect in this case. It's a neat trick, and it struck her as interesting how much easier it became for people to do what they considered unpleasant if they could simply regard her as a nonentity. ]

It's fine. [ She cants her head slightly, though the expressionless nature of her face means she gives nothing away as she considers him. No visible judgement one way or another there. Still, her eyes are alert, and she moves to the rug so she may kneel at one edge of it. ] I can manage.