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xavier_institute_logs2015-05-11 12:11 am
garganteren) wrote in xavier_institute_logs2015-05-11 12:11 am
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Eren Yeager Thinks Big
WHO: Eren and ANYONE.
WHAT:Trying (and so far failing) to practice using his power.
WHERE: In a remote part of campus (but how remote can it really be, honestly?)
WHEN: In the afternoon, after classes.
WARNING(S): A bit of blood, self-injury, possibility of a brief appearance by Titan!Eren. Should be fine otherwise, though.
NOTE: Prose and brackets are equally fine.
He didn't want to do this, but he had come to the decision that he had to try. If he didn't learn how to control it, then how could he fight terrorists? If there was something he could do to help people, then he had to do it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done enough! It was just... he didn't want to be a monster.
But he knew, because of where he was, that if anything bad started to happen, he'd—pass out, or something. Right? It would stop. So he wouldn't hurt anyone. And if helping people meant he had to become a monster, then he would make that sacrifice.
It was harder than he'd thought it would be to get started. All those months of purposefully and determinedly suppressing his power had had their intended effect. He had to set it off somehow. But all the concentrating and straining in the world didn't work. He balled up his fists and focused his thoughts, but nothing happened. When he wasn't really upset, he didn't feel anything like that strange, unsettling shift in his body, like the start of something big and dangerous. Now, when he wanted it, it wouldn't come.
The veins all put pulsing in his forehead, he let out a noise of frustration. "Damn it!" For lack of anything else to try, his hand flew to his mouth, and he bit down, hard, drawing blood that rolled down over his fingers.
WHAT:Trying (and so far failing) to practice using his power.
WHERE: In a remote part of campus (but how remote can it really be, honestly?)
WHEN: In the afternoon, after classes.
WARNING(S): A bit of blood, self-injury, possibility of a brief appearance by Titan!Eren. Should be fine otherwise, though.
NOTE: Prose and brackets are equally fine.
He didn't want to do this, but he had come to the decision that he had to try. If he didn't learn how to control it, then how could he fight terrorists? If there was something he could do to help people, then he had to do it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done enough! It was just... he didn't want to be a monster.
But he knew, because of where he was, that if anything bad started to happen, he'd—pass out, or something. Right? It would stop. So he wouldn't hurt anyone. And if helping people meant he had to become a monster, then he would make that sacrifice.
It was harder than he'd thought it would be to get started. All those months of purposefully and determinedly suppressing his power had had their intended effect. He had to set it off somehow. But all the concentrating and straining in the world didn't work. He balled up his fists and focused his thoughts, but nothing happened. When he wasn't really upset, he didn't feel anything like that strange, unsettling shift in his body, like the start of something big and dangerous. Now, when he wanted it, it wouldn't come.
The veins all put pulsing in his forehead, he let out a noise of frustration. "Damn it!" For lack of anything else to try, his hand flew to his mouth, and he bit down, hard, drawing blood that rolled down over his fingers.