a member of the Survey Corps was a dangerous profession-arguably the most dangerous within the walls-but it did have its perks, such as your once-hazy fate being set in stone, without you needing to worry about the future (granted, you had a very low chance of ever living to the age of twenty, and, should you get past that point, you would likely be crushed underfoot by Sina nobles in a quest for political pursuit)
(Hey, at least crippling student debts were no longer on the stress list)(Even if being eaten alive by naked giants was). Either way, you were going to die.It was about the only thing set in stone within the Walls.
Something that was not, however, on the list of guaranteed fates for a Scout, was being plucked from your day-to-day routine by some mysterious force and dropped in a strange room with a bunch of other people.
"What the fu-ah, son of a bitch!" Eren winced as he sat up, rubbing his shoulder, where he'd landed particularly hard.
"Nice wording," Reiner groaned, sitting up, forehead red from the impact with the floor.
"Where the hell. . ?"
"Gah!" Petra sat up with a jolt, arms flailing, eliciting shouts of reproach as the flapping limbs smacked into several other people. "Where duh teetans?"
"Annie!" Bertolt yelped as the girl sat up straight, head popping up next to his elbow.
"Where'd you come from?"
Levi and Mikasa are both already on their feet, muscles tense, eyes scanning the room for an dangers, though Mikasa quickly abandons this task with a small gasp of 'Eren!' as she
spotted the brunette Shifter and took off running across the room towards him, only to be halted in her mission as Mike sat up, tripping her and throwing her through the air and crashing into Jean, sending both teens to the ground in a tangle of groaning limbs.
"'S it breakfast?" the mountain of a man smacked his lips a few times before falling backwards, crushing Connie, who'd been about to stand up, beneath his back. "Oi, what's
squeaking?"
"Hange?" Moblit looked up, blinking. "Where's your safety blankie? You're not supposed to sleep without-"
Erwin stood up with a frown, straightening his jacket. "Strange," he commented idly.
"You don't say," Ymir muttered, crossing her arms. Erwin shot her a small frown, and she shrugged
The room was large, about the size of their meeting room, though it was decorated unlike any place Erwin had ever seen.
The walls were painted-actually painted-a light blue, somewhere between the sky on a spring day and the shade mothers swaddled their babies with in Mitras.
A large, plush rug, white as snow and softer than anything any of them had ever felt in their lives, was thrown over the tile floor, and rows upon rows of bookshelves lined the walls, packed to the brim with volumes, both thin and thick, and small, square-headed figurines, shoved into the shelves where there was room.
Thick, heavy curtains in a shade of light brown were pulled over a massive window, and a round object hung from the ceiling, glowing with a
sort of steady white light, illuminating the walls.
On the other side of the room, there was what seemed to be a kitchen, though it was unlike any that any of them had ever seen-or thought to exist at all.
The surfaces seemed to be made of actual marble, and the wood of the counters was dark and shining, handles crafted out of real metal. The sink was curved, worlds more sophisticated than their crude water pump, and the stools for the counter island had plush, white leather cushions. A white dining table and simple, yet elegant, chairs were off to the side, with a bowl of fruits none of them had ever seen in the centre. But the strangest object was the. . . thing.
