A cool, eccentric woman. Her quick deduction abilties and superior intellect has landed her into her warrior position, despite her odd quirks. She holds little care for social standards, leading her to relax into a quadrupedal position when available or to curl up in a feline manner when given the space. Her duty bound goal is to give her life to defend Marley, though her true allegiance is to the liberation of Eldians locked away in Liberio.
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- Her comrades, those who substituted as siblings during her adolesence, left for paradis. One returned, maimed to the point of ego death. Her delicate, methodical ways did little as the status of her family was kept quiet till the end when her abilities were placed into the equation.
- That period of social isolation, the company of soldiers and her ill father making up most of her interactions, left time for her mind to develop a dependence on emotional attachments. It is assumed that friendship is inherently valueable, but her desperation for company allows her thoughts to wander to absolute hell when seperated from loved ones. Often, intrusive thoughts relating to her own destruction, captivate her attention, leaving her to suffer till another stimulus distracts her.
- It worsened with age, as the image of her acute reasoning left her inner turmoil to fester, yet the fear of losing her position kept her mouth shut. During the day, she plays her part, relying on the fantasy of her wrongly idealized comrades, till the night falls and she must hide within her sheets to shield her self destructive tendecies from well-meaning friends.
- Now she lays, dreading the periods outside of her titan form, for she will have to face the reality of the world head on. The time as a human allows for too much freedom, too many options. Pieck always choses the worst one.
"Half of his pictures are unflatteringly shoddy. Make him look like a deformed orangutan. However, he was praising you last time, it's enticing. Gives me the impression you've got all the answers, I've got some questions of my own, you know."
He says nonchalantly, lips crooking, and there might have been something like a chuckle filling the air momentarily, but beneath Kazuo's steady demeanor and empty eyes, it's hard to tell.
"Here you go, giving me green light to forcibly kidnap you. I won't hold back, my love." Chiselled chin rests on a curled fist, his smirk grew considerably.
"A fair warning, though. I may not let you escape that easily. Perhaps I'll take a liking to you and keep you."
"Sounds precisely like the men I surround myself with, brainf***ery at its finest. You're certainly spicing up my otherwise dreadfully dull day."
An idle, warm chuckle betrays his otherwise was lukewarm and indifferent demeanour he maintained until now. Lips rounding up at the corners as he clicked his glass with hers, downing the content in one go with the ignorance of someone who doesn’t know the pains of a hangover.
"You're basically giving me green lights to kidnap you for a little date." Chin perched upon a curled fist, the glint in his eyes sparking up. "Or will I receive a good beating from Zeke if I do so? I'd rather not have him play baseball with me.
"Is that so?" A flicker of amusement crosses his face. "That's a contradicting statement, considering I overheard you say that you were not given enough credit earlier. No need to feign modesty, or is it that you're scheming something? This is getting more and more interesting."
In the bar the hard set of features softens into something less dangerous, only his gaze remains sharp and hollow. "I have no intentions, 'cept that I do enjoy the company of pretty women. What is yours?"
Eyes dip downcast briefly to view her side profile, maybe glancing down her cleavage, only god knows Lips twist at the corners into a smug smirk.
"What an usual state to be in for someone like me, who only ever flits between mild disinterest and homicidal rage." He doesn't dignify it with much thought. "It's a late Christmas present that you're allowed to unwrap whenever your heart desires it, my love."
Awfully kind soul for someone so rooted into a totalitarian empire. One of its greatest minds, both intellectual and strategic. Why waste it on the desires of the unfaithful and unworthy commonwealth who churn at the thought of what you are? ____________