Staring straight up, Levi conceded that this might not be some sort of screwed-up dream. Most of his were filled with Titans and people dying; besides, this place smelled.
Not like blood, or dirt or the normal disgusting press of people, but like metal. Really clean metal, which set off every internal alarm he had. Sense of unease and flat out wrong increasing he carefully sat up and eyed his surroundings. Metal walls, floor, ceiling, door. Table with my uniform, clothes and whatever the hell those are, he listed out mentally, eying the strange dark square and moving to sit on the metal panel before setting a bare foot to the cold floor. Repressing a grimace Levi moved to stand and felt the strange gown he was wearing catch oddly on his back.
Standing up he went to reach behind himself and felt his eyes go wide as fingers caught and slipped over what felt like smooth knobs with indents on them. On his spine. He proceeded to spend a full minute tugging, scratching and exploring the new additions to his back, getting more and more alarmed as he realized that there were new openings into his body that hadn’t been there before. This more than anything else convinced him he was nowhere near the walls or in any district. Sure as hell isn’t the Underground either, he thought, looking at the dull silver walls, I’ve never seen metal used like this.
Deciding to leave the things on his back alone he made his way over to the clothes set out and quickly donned them, feeling his eye twitch as the collared shirt caught on the new spine knobs. The new body ornaments were not okay, but he had more pressing concerns at the moment. Namely, where the hell was he? Slinging on the plainclothes jacket- the uniform something more than likely to draw unwanted attention- he stared down the odd glasses, small black rectangle and larger silver square.
Then proceeded to poke them, twitching back a step as the larger square started making noise, a face of a man at war suddenly staring back at him, and talking. Listening with a growing dread, Levi realized in short order that he was thoroughly screwed. Sanctum? Other worlds? A virus? He figured the thing that lunged at the speaker was a ‘dysthrope’ but that didn't exactly help. At least it was small, all things considered.
“Shit.” Gritting his fists and teeth he took a breath before prioritizing, gaze focusing on what he assumed was the comm, pocketing it, the glasses and gathering his uniform into a smaller bundle. Giving the room one last look he moved swiftly to the door and walked out.
Levi| Attack on Titan- #1
Not like blood, or dirt or the normal disgusting press of people, but like metal. Really clean metal, which set off every internal alarm he had. Sense of unease and flat out wrong increasing he carefully sat up and eyed his surroundings. Metal walls, floor, ceiling, door. Table with my uniform, clothes and whatever the hell those are, he listed out mentally, eying the strange dark square and moving to sit on the metal panel before setting a bare foot to the cold floor. Repressing a grimace Levi moved to stand and felt the strange gown he was wearing catch oddly on his back.
Standing up he went to reach behind himself and felt his eyes go wide as fingers caught and slipped over what felt like smooth knobs with indents on them. On his spine. He proceeded to spend a full minute tugging, scratching and exploring the new additions to his back, getting more and more alarmed as he realized that there were new openings into his body that hadn’t been there before. This more than anything else convinced him he was nowhere near the walls or in any district. Sure as hell isn’t the Underground either, he thought, looking at the dull silver walls, I’ve never seen metal used like this.
Deciding to leave the things on his back alone he made his way over to the clothes set out and quickly donned them, feeling his eye twitch as the collared shirt caught on the new spine knobs. The new body ornaments were not okay, but he had more pressing concerns at the moment. Namely, where the hell was he? Slinging on the plainclothes jacket- the uniform something more than likely to draw unwanted attention- he stared down the odd glasses, small black rectangle and larger silver square.
Then proceeded to poke them, twitching back a step as the larger square started making noise, a face of a man at war suddenly staring back at him, and talking. Listening with a growing dread, Levi realized in short order that he was thoroughly screwed. Sanctum? Other worlds? A virus? He figured the thing that lunged at the speaker was a ‘dysthrope’ but that didn't exactly help. At least it was small, all things considered.
“Shit.” Gritting his fists and teeth he took a breath before prioritizing, gaze focusing on what he assumed was the comm, pocketing it, the glasses and gathering his uniform into a smaller bundle. Giving the room one last look he moved swiftly to the door and walked out.
Time to get some answers.