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Okay, seriously, this is just stupid.

[For someone who had never seen a camera or a video until a couple of hours ago, Jean has taken to both rather quickly. He always did enjoy fooling around with things and learning about them through experimentation, and while the angle of the camera is distinctly unflattering—somehow stretching his long face out even longer while simultaneously giving him six chins—the sheer indignation in his eyes comes across perfectly.]

Everyone else gets something cute, or useful, or sweet or whatever. And I get this.

[The camera swings around, jittering wildly out of control for a moment, and then focuses on a round, red and white ball with glaring eyes. The ball’s eyes narrow further when it realizes the camera is on it, and it lunges forward with a crackling sound. Jean yelps and jumps backwards, making the camera swing wildly for a moment.]

See! He’s crazy!

[The Voltorb crackles ominously but doesn’t try to come any closer, watching Jean from where it hovers.]

So how am I supposed to make friends with this thing? Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? Make friends with them?

[Jean sounds almost condescending about the idea of befriending the Pokemon. Anyone listening very closely might notice how his voice is trembling the tiniest bit, betraying all his uncertainty that he will vehemently deny if he gets called out on it. His hand stretches into view, pale with callouses across the palm, and he extends it towards the Voltorb.]

You want to be friends, asshole?

[The Voltorb lunges forward again, and the camera falls to the ground, pointing upwards towards the sky, capturing cheery blue and recording the sounds of electricity crackling and Jean shouting.]

Ow! OUCH! You dick, what was that for?!

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[Dazed and confused might be the best way to describe how Armin is feeling. The last few hours --day?-- have felt like a rush. The expedition outside of the walls, the appearance of the Female Titan and the encounter in the forest, the moment of near victory and then defeat, and finally their homecoming. It has been one of those days that feels like it should have been a week.

And now this.

Armin doesn't think he is hallucinating. Or dreaming. He reaches up to brush his fingers through his hair, pain pinching his face when he brushes over the injury he had sustained during their expedition. No, dreams didn't hurt. Neither did hallucinations. But then what was this place? He remembers the last few hours as mostly a blur; returning to base, getting his injury checked out, washing the blood off his face and hair and finally falling into an exhausted sleep in a bunk --probably his but he isn't actually certain of that-- and now this.

The town is odd, like none he has ever seen before. There is something odd about the people too, and it takes Armin a while to put his finger on it: there is nothing drawn about their faces, nothing to tense their shoulders or burden their steps. The people within the walls haven't looked like that in years, not since the Colossal and Armoured titan took down Wall Maria. It is something he remembers from his childhood --and maybe that sort of carefree nature still exists somewhere deep within Wall Sina-- but it is nothing he has seen recently. He replays the little conversation he had had with the woman who had shooed him out of her house --'Good luck on your journey, dear!'-- but that didn't exactly answer any questions. Neither had she, for that matter.

With a small frown, Armin starts to walk. He doesn't have a goal in mind, not really, but he also won't understand his situation any better just standing around. Where was he? Why was he here? And more importantly, where were the others? Mikasa, Eren... where they here too or--

A small tug on the back of his slacks makes him pause in his steps and he glances down. A small owl --though unlike any Armin has ever seen or read about-- hoots cheerfully up at him, ruffling its feathers. Somehow it looks... expectant. Jubilant.

He does not have the time for this.

He starts to walk again, ignoring the bird still hopping after his heels --normally it'd make him curious, but right now, it is very down on a long list of things Armin wants answers too-- until he finally spots something familiar and it jogs his heart.]

Jean!

[If it turns out he shouted at some stranger, Armin is going to end up feeling pretty damn embarrassed, but he's pretty confident there's only one guy in the world with that hair cut.]

[excuse you, sir, like you have any room to talk smack about other people's haircuts]

[It has been a rough morning. Jean had gone to sleep exhausted, worn out from his first expedition beyond the walls--which, hey, he got to fall asleep afterwards, meaning he survived, which puts him above the usual fifty percent or so of new Survey Corps recruits who never make it back from the first mission--and slept like the dead, if the dead had uneasy dreams and visions of death and titans. He'd slept, and when he woke up, he'd been in a strange place, with a strange woman who had babbled a bunch of things at him before pushing him out the door and into a village that was not the one where he'd fallen asleep. He'd wondered if he'd actually hit his head during the expedition, if it had been him and not Armin who'd gotten a head wound, but a careful inspection of his scalp had yielded nothing, and Jean had wandered away.]

[It hadn't taken very long until Jean had become aware of two very important things. One: this village has no wall. Two: he doesn't have his gear. The lack of a wall doesn't upset him that badly, since he could be far enough inland that the wall isn't visible. The lack of his gear is much more upsetting, and Jean is prowling around with his shoulders hunched forward, trying to figure out where it could have gone. He remembers all too clearly what it's like to be trapped on the ground with malfunctioning gear, and there will be no Marco here to save him this time.]

[There's another reason he wants his gear. There's this... ball... thing... floating after him. At first, Jean was sure it was a hallucination and tried to ignore it, but then it had nudged him. It feels solid enough, and Jean has taken to pushing it away every time it gets too close. The ball doesn't seem to like that very much, and makes crackling noises at Jean every time he touches it. If an ambulatory, floating ball could look pissed off, this one definitely does.]

[It's midday and Jean is in a state of low-level panic--why can't he find his gear--when he hears someone call his name. He jerks his head up, looking around wildly, until he spots a slight, familiar figure in the distance.]

Armin!

[He starts jogging towards him, the ball trailing him and crackling, and Jean wonders if Armin will be able to see the ball too.]

[Ah, it is Jean. Armin breathes out on a soft sound of relief. Knowing that Jean is here doesn't really answer his questions, but at least he has one friend in this place. And who knows, maybe if Jean is here, Eren and Mikasa will be here too. Of course it is a little debatable if Armin should want his friends to be here, when he doesn't even know where here is and how he got here.

Armin quickens his step to meet up with Jean, immediately launching into speech before even coming to a halt. There is a lot on his mind, okay, and if Jean has anything he knows about this place that Armin doesn't, he wants it.]

Jean! Do you remember what happened? I haven't been able to find anyone except you since I woke up here. Have you--

[An ominous crackling from behind Jean has Armin pausing though, and he leans to the side to peer around Jean's frame and at the weird ball. That, for some reason, looks pretty damn pissed. Which immediately strikes Armin as an odd thought to have. Balls can't look pissed off. They don't have emotions.]

Is-- What is that?

[Jean isn't surprised at all when Armin starts babbling while they're still a few meters apart. It seems like Armin always has a lot of information he needs to share right this exact minute, which is probably one of the reasons they never really bonded with each other. That, and Armin's absolutely terrible taste in best friends.]

[Jean can't help the way his heart sinks a little at what Armin says. Sounds like this place is new to him too, and Jean had been hoping that maybe, just maybe, Armin might know a little more about what's going on. At the very least, Armin might have had his gear, but if he does, he's not wearing it.]

I woke up here too, same as you. I've been checking things out, and...

[And Armin has noticed Jean's ball, which is more relieving than Jean would have thought. It seems that if the ball is a hallucination, it's one that can be shared.]

It's a ball. It's following me.

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