[i][/i][center][h2][color=9e0b0f]Emil Burton[/color][/h2][/center]
[center]Headquarters, Trost District[/center][center][@jinxer][@SheriffLlama][/center][center][@HecateProxy][@Jinxer][@Wolverbells][@SheriffLlama][@LordVoldemort][@Solace][@LetMeDoStuff][@Poi][/center][center]-----[/center]
Emil tucked his hands and legs into himself and pointed his feet forward as he crashed into one of the many windows of the Headquarters building. He rolled across the wood floor a few times before coming to stop in a puddle of something wet. He dropped his gear handles from his sides as he found himself staring at the ceiling, the cold wet biting at his back as he stared for a few moments. Finally he rolled himself over and hoisted himself up on his hands only to find himself staring at the source of the wetness. A puddle of cold blood that had streamed forth from a soldier that was laying less than a meter from where Emil had landed, his head caved in on one side and completely missing on the other.

He held back his vomit as he grabbed his handles and made for the door, stumbling past a desk and knocking it over in the process before he burst into the hallway of the Headquarters. Expecting salvation from the gruesome sight he was once again assaulted by the smell of the dead and scene in front of his eyes. There was blood strewn about the hallways and bodies lay haphazardly throughout. He swallowed once before gingerly stepping over a body and following the stream of surviving cadets to their new rendezvous area.

As he walked a few cadets whispered to one another, wondering just what went on in the Headquarters for all of this to have happened, others still trying to figure out how they'd now get out of the headquarters, and the rest seemingly silent like Emil himself. Once into the armory Emil quickly found Lauren who was sitting atop some crates, he made his way over to her and then stood silently as he lost himself in thought. He hadn't notice Mora pass by and talk to Lauren, nor had he noticed other cadets that he knew as the streamed slowly into the room, all he could think of was the hell he had just lived through, and the very real fact that he was still very much stuck in it. The Headquarters offering only a short respite from the reality of the world outside. Even that would soon be ruined.

Emil snapped back to reality as Jade squeezed his shoulder and silently pushed past him to get to Lauren. He didn't smile at the girl, or utter any words, merely a small nod as she passed which he was sure she hadn't even noticed as she did. Then as if ushered on by the act the group began to talk. Emil wasn't sure when a plan had begun to sprout in the room, having been zoned out for so long that he only keyed in on the conversation as Grant was explaining his plan, [color=9e0b0f][i]'Titans in the supply depot...'[/i][/color] he thought as he continued to listen to Grant. The boys plan was as good as they were going to get right now, but it meant that people would be dying in the supply depot, and more tahn just a few if what they knew of the Titans held true from an open space to a confined space, it was essentially a death sentence.

He shook his head as he imagined trying to use his gear in the depot itself. Ceiling was vaulted offering some room to move, but the struts were mostly metal beams, nothing that the hooks could reliably catch onto. Which left the walls, the ceiling, and the occasional stone pylon scattered about. [color=9e0b0f]"This is going to get very bloody."[/color] he said to himself as he stood in place, not yet decided on whether or not he'd be volunteering himself to die once more. 

Not to Emil's surprise no one seemed to be willing to throw their lives away after having survived the initial Titan assault on Trost, at least not until Tanner began to start speaking. As he spoke Emil began to fidget in place, a growing sense of guilt rising in his stomach as Tanner spoke of a righteous, "bigger than thou self" game to the rest of the cadets, pushing the idea that if you died it would at least be so others would live. That every drop of blood they had shed was part of something bigger. That together they could overcome the Titans unlike the hundreds who had met their gruesome fates to them before. As he finished his speech, a few cadets stepped forward, some looking more keen to volunteering than others, and some seeming as if they wanted nothing more than to head down into the supply depot and give their everything for what mattered right now.

Emil picked out a cadet that stepped forward, his eyes darting from side to side and sweat running down his forehead as he did. He knew the cadet, Bradley if he remembered correctly. He was terrible with his gear. The fact he was in the room right now spoke of immense luck on his part or that he had suddenly gotten a whole lot better in the last few hours. Forming fists at his side he pushed past a few cadets in front of him and walked straight to Bradley. Emil ejected his worn out blades from earlier, the metal clattering to the ground only briefly. He reached forward, pulling two pairs of Bradley's spare blades from his gear and slotting them into his own, and then connecting his gear to the final pair of fresh blades. Bradley;s confused look grew as with no words he pushed the younger cadet back into the bigger group and moved a bit closer to Tanner.

[color=9e0b0f]"You're crazy."[/color] he said blankly to Tanner, [color=9e0b0f]"You're seriously insane,"[/color] he shook his head, [color=9e0b0f]"I think I might be too."[/color]