"I THINK I LIKE ARMIN ARLERT."
"CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE LAST TO FIND OUT."
romeo and juliet reborn
in the 2000's as two high
schoolers but ones
a PC obsessed anime geek
and the others a total
bitch with designer shoes.
social hierarchy quee...
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flickering candles casted dramatic shadows on the skeptic, amused, and fearful faces that were just staring at the board in anticipation. the planchette sits motionless in the middle as there's a painfully long, awkward pause of what the hell are we supposed to do. nobody makes any moves, too afraid to accidently summon beetlejuice without a proper wiki how tutorial on how to use an ouija board.
marco's the first to take initiative, clearing his throat before saying, "soooo do the ghosts know we're here or do we have to knock?"
it was clear that mikasa was a very patient person, the only thing currently causing distress in her life was historia and erens closeness and shared lack of non-enthusiasm. for a second you were sure to witness a sacrifical ritual, historia the sacrifice and erens love as the prize. after seeing the liquid death there was really no telling anymore.
but as she carefully builds a cozy surrounding for the spirits, loving how everyone was taking part in the unusual hobby, there was no sense of irritation "you don't knock, you invite. spirits respond to energy."
very helpful, how does one conjure enough energy to have conversations with the ghost realm.
"good luck, hitch."
"well if they respond to sarcasm and gossip, we're golden."
ymir and marco both say sarcastically around the same time, catching the perfect moment to attack, sharing a look of triumpth together as if they were long lost siblings switched at birth. sharing a high-five as everybody else deadpans, looking back at the goth who finally seemed fed up with the insolence. about time.
sasha begins nervously fidgeting out of fear, or maybe because she hadn't eaten in the span of 30 minutes, beginning to wither away apparently "is this gonna open something?"
properly assembling this batch of nut-jobs from different social classes was easy, but actually getting the objective done was going to be a lot harder than anticipated. half were at least pretty enough to distract from their lack of brain cells, but that wasn't going to help their summoning capabilities.
with one final look at the chaos, you turn to mikasa, "you're losing the audience, give us the TED talk version."
and although the girl was patient, she wasn't too happy with the classes performance. she does this long sigh so loud it could've filed a complaint on its own, mumbling some encouraging words to herself before facing the conference of face cards with no agenda. oh, marco and armin too.
she then claps her hands together, the loud slap of skin on skin catching the attention lost, "everyone places two fingers on the planchette, ask a clear question, don't press hard, let it move if it wants. don't fight it." just like that, tight and confident, expecting everyone to write that down.
