A metal containment sliding out to too-bright lights...It was better than waking up in the belly of a titan, at least. He swallowed, inhaled, concentrating on the confusion of scent around him. Metallic and strange, muffled in the small space yet rather than panic he lifted his head and promptly bumped it on the top by accident.
A hand went up to his forehead in response as he rubbed at the quickly budding welt, pale green eyes squinting as he felt the panel move out beneath him. In any case, the strangeness of the event of seeing the transmission and the message got his attention, if but for the grogginess and the pounding in his head. After somehow managing to make his way to the table to gather his belongings, the tall Squad Leader quickly shed the gown in favor of his Survey Core uniform. At least that was familiar, and far better than...well, whatever that was. The door and hallway were quickly found after he put on his 3D maneuver gear, the familiar weight of the gas canisters and the blades at his hips at least something which helped to give Mike the confidence to continue moving forward. The haze hasn't exactly faded, but at least he's making his way towards what hopefully is an exit. Given how many doors are on either side, that may be a while before he finds exactly what he's looking for. And even then, it's unlikely that exit is going to give him what he wants.
Streets/Where ever
One can imagine, if, say, they're from a Germanesque, somewhat dated world encased by Walls to protect them from monster-like beings called Titans who pose a constant threat to humanity, the shock of being out in the middle of a far-distant city full of vibrancy and, even in its despair from the virus/Dysthrophes, the shock may be a little much for a newcomer like him. Mike was just taken aback by it all, if nothing else, by the sheer number of people out there. True, the dome in the Sanctum City may have been "empty", but compared to the Walls, and the constant gruesome deaths of those around him, safety was a foreign word.
So don't mind the 6'5" man in green military clothes and the emblem of wings on his back, with the strange devices attached, staring with wide eyes, at the expanse before him. Chances are, you'll bump into him since he's in the middle of the damn street.
Mike Zacharius | Attack on Titan
A metal containment sliding out to too-bright lights...It was better than waking up in the belly of a titan, at least. He swallowed, inhaled, concentrating on the confusion of scent around him. Metallic and strange, muffled in the small space yet rather than panic he lifted his head and promptly bumped it on the top by accident.
A hand went up to his forehead in response as he rubbed at the quickly budding welt, pale green eyes squinting as he felt the panel move out beneath him. In any case, the strangeness of the event of seeing the transmission and the message got his attention, if but for the grogginess and the pounding in his head. After somehow managing to make his way to the table to gather his belongings, the tall Squad Leader quickly shed the gown in favor of his Survey Core uniform. At least that was familiar, and far better than...well, whatever that was. The door and hallway were quickly found after he put on his 3D maneuver gear, the familiar weight of the gas canisters and the blades at his hips at least something which helped to give Mike the confidence to continue moving forward. The haze hasn't exactly faded, but at least he's making his way towards what hopefully is an exit. Given how many doors are on either side, that may be a while before he finds exactly what he's looking for. And even then, it's unlikely that exit is going to give him what he wants.
Streets/Where ever
One can imagine, if, say, they're from a Germanesque, somewhat dated world encased by Walls to protect them from monster-like beings called Titans who pose a constant threat to humanity, the shock of being out in the middle of a far-distant city full of vibrancy and, even in its despair from the virus/Dysthrophes, the shock may be a little much for a newcomer like him. Mike was just taken aback by it all, if nothing else, by the sheer number of people out there. True, the dome in the Sanctum City may have been "empty", but compared to the Walls, and the constant gruesome deaths of those around him, safety was a foreign word.
So don't mind the 6'5" man in green military clothes and the emblem of wings on his back, with the strange devices attached, staring with wide eyes, at the expanse before him. Chances are, you'll bump into him since he's in the middle of the damn street.