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AoT - Beginner's Luck

@VirgilAww...I was waiting for this to happen...I will keep your character up to scratch. It is a shame our original source got fucked up. I understand what you mean about the pace and everything being a lot slower. Farewell ;3;

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

If we have at least one more progression posts...I'll post tomorrow before I leave. ;3;

AoT - Beginner's Luck

Yuri Tynko

Yuri had been waiting for the others to arrive. The sun began to spread around, now touching everyone else. There was little heat that emitted onto the Earthly land, but it was enough to make everyone feel slightly more eased. As a man of self dependent, Yuri wished to practise alone in the Town area, hoping that he can make the best of what he could to himself. There were three categories, and in these categories...were 4 Actual soldiers from those Regiments training alongside them. Yuri had hoped that he could bag Vera being in his team, seeing as he hadn't seen her for god-knows-how-many-years. At least he could rest knowing that she was alive and well, not in too much harm. He says that because of how much harm everyone is in. Everyone is at a constant threat, so you can't say there is no trouble awaiting...Yuri looked over the shoulder of the Instructor standing by him. He looked at the list of three individual regiment soldiers involved today.

The Military Police

-Reduna Ulesta
-Joshua Fenglehardt
-Luther Berak
-Cpl. Hudia Leantha

The Survey Corps

-Ryata Isoa
-Verna Popello
-Jun Popello
-Cpl. Lora Greth

The Garrison Regiment

-Lucia Kileko
-Sinatra Oakmont
-Kaiju Gumand
-LCpl. Corkov Sutai

He studied his group carefully. Maybe he'd get to see some great action out of how the Garrison were now. Overtime, they were depicted as drunkards who'd only stand around and clean cannons occasionally, yet there were some huge improvements. After an incident in the North, the Garrison were made to step up training and activity, making sure they would be prepared for any sort of increase in Titan Hordes. By luck, they were prepared, and have been able to hold off Titan threats from breaching any gates for around 26 years. Yuri looked around once more, seeing only about 23 of his comrades actually come over to the Garrison. It seemed that many either went to the Roofed zone for hope in proving themselves 'Worthy' to be in the Military Police ranks or the Survey Corps. The Survey was different now. Everyone used to see it as either a suicide pact or a trip to insanity, if not wanting to join. Those who did wish to embark a short lifetime with them were in low numbers, but it seemed that now people were seeing more hope in it. After the death of Isaiah, many wanted to fulfil his promise to make new land and towns. It was quite strange, that the Garrison was seeing a lot less.

A man walked over to Yuri. His gear was shining and gleaming with the mere sunlight. His heart, shoulders and back held the double roses upon a metallic shield. In his hands, a book for notes. His hair was brown, and he was quite short. He looked rather new, rather inexperienced, young. He couldn't of topped 23 years of age. He looked up at him and let out a wide glare, intimidated by his height. Finally, his small and formal voice spoke up to Yuri.

"Uhh...Sin...Sinatra Oakmont...and you are?" He readied his pen.

"Yuri Tynko..." Yuri laughed slightly at the awkwardness, causing Sinatra to laugh as well.

"S-sorry...I'm...not too great at the whole leadership thing...It'll be a while before I get my-"

"Oakmont...you makin' friends already?" The Lance Corporal he read about trotted over, patting his back. His shoulders, topside, brought a glimmer too. The One arrow-stripe of the Lance Corporal. "Lance Corporal Corkov...you hopin' to join the Garri' or just browsing son?" Yuri stuttered for a minute. He was face to face with someone he had dreamed of being. Tall, strong and a proud owner of a Rosed Uniform. A hero...

"Y-yes...Yes Lance Corporal!" He shook slightly.

"It's alright lad...you are quite a brawny fell'a it seems. I'll keep an eye out for you, 'kay? Now come on...we g't training to do, see?"

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

@Cuccoruler You never know...Theo might like the dominant type ;3

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

I'm placing my bets and saying Theo Ambrose get's all the Romance in this RP XD

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

@TancurasAn important note. This Saturday and Sunday I will be unavailable once more. My actual DofE Expedition, as the last one was a practise, will be taking place, therefore I need to do that. I'll be gone for the entire weekend, so don't expect any posts or messaging until late Sunday or Monday for any posts following the story and what I might've posted before then. I expect to see a lot of story progression whilst I am dying in the woods talking with my team about our strange topics, like how one of our members will end up touching himself in a tent about Deer we meet. -Actual conversation from the practise one-

[AoT 1x1] - 'Grim Tales'

The beast pounded closer and closer. He could feel the heat move off of himself. The Titanic being was about to exact its revenge. He knew that what he was about to do was going to change everything, and he could finally end the horror. He had control. He was a different Titan. Grant was no longer Grant Trinity. Still G.T...The Grim Titan was reborn. He moved closer and closer, as he began to see the horse pick up some speed again. It was clear now. He'd been spotted moving so quickly. She must be frightened. Her dead friend Nira back from the dead, as it would seem. He growled with pleasure as he pursued. He was much faster, much more energetic and had better reflexes than any human could ever imagine. It made his Hand-to-hand combat so precise. It made him a monster, and at times like these...he loved it.

A body ejected off of the horse, as his claws swiped downwards. The shattered ground flipped the horse onto its side, only toppling it over as much as injuries go. He saw it swing around him. Hope. 'There's no escape now!' His teeth snapped shut as the Grim Titan attempted to bite her out of the sky. He wanted her dead, as he wanted redemption. The sword-like bone only just missed the swinging female. He snarled deeply. It was all happening so fast that there was little ways to describe it in detail. In such huge motion, he flipped his body around in an About-Turn. He saw her. She was standing on a tree, about 13 meters in height. It was about a third of the size of the Grim, yet he could clearly see her. Moving slowly, his head began to lower in front of the branch she stood on. A large gust of wind and heat pushed against her as her cloak fluttered on her back, acting like wings of death. The face was now point blank. If he held it, he could use the element of surprise. He could use his unstoppable reflex to crush her beneath his own monstrous jaws and end her once and for all. Steam snarled sharply from his nostrils and skin. The deathly creature moved closer. He was now face to face with his foe. And he waited. He could strike now...now...NOW! 'ASARTHA! STOP HOLDING ME BACK!'

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

Deep in his thoughts. It was his sanctuary. He could recap any moment in his lifetime and no one he hated could be there. Anyone could be ejected and erased from existence inside his dreams. Quiet, as it was. It was soothing to see the birds flutter by as he found his feet on the rocky edge. The drop below was sheer, enough to kill someone. If the person somehow survived the drop, the roll down with knives of natural rock would crave a thirst for taking their life. It was soothing. A quiet sound that everyone would love, mixed with the winds. It was strange, thinking that such a peaceful place would be his last on Earth, at least not how it ended up as. Ben Nevis was such a beautiful place to be, especially with the cool Scottish fog rolling in around the bottom of the mountain. At least a metre high, it would never reach him at his level. It was soothing. Not too far from him would be Fort William, another spot he used to go to when finding himself a home. His life was at rock bottom and here he found himself looking at a stunning scenery of death and nature. If a memory of family...his brother or Lucy to appear...they would fade away. This was his final destination. He would spend eternity here, watching the world grow and shrink. Humanity would excel and fall under his own watchful eye. Was this the thought of Jupiter or Zeus, watching down from Olympus or the sky? Seeing society become a big mess, or a successful item in which made him proud to be one of the developed Apes. But it wasn't like that...Time would never be in his favour. He'd been waiting too long anyway. 21 Years, was a long time to live for him. But 2 of those years in the situations that arose from the ash of tragedy and misfortune, this would be the last. A nice whispering sound of the wind kept him occupied, making sure he didn't go for it right away. He wanted to keep the moment cherished before either she arrived, or he left...He looked to his watch in his mind, recapping the time check. 17:37...Lucy still wasn't here...she had 3 minutes before she missed her chance. Missing a chance to change the course of his life forever...He gave her plenty of time to come speak and calm his nerves. She knew rightly that it was indeed her fault. However, if she didn't accept it...then he was as good as nothing to her. A thought within his thought swept through the mind within his muse. The world around him began to grow light, as if opening eyes to a torch sparking down into your face. 'If death is a part of Nature...why not just accelerate the process?'

Something slit through his vision. Light rays? Hang on? If he could see these...then...what? A blurred voice began to form in his ears, becoming louder and louder, clearer and clearer. He started to regain his senses, feeling taste in his mouth and touch on his body. There was noise around him, and commotion. Soon it came clear...he wasn't dead? Was he still clinging onto dear life like there was nobody's tomorrow? So many questions about to be answered. He waited, patiently. It was exciting, in a way, seeing light. He could only remember darkness between now and his battle, besides the visions of Ben Nevis. He began to cough, a sense of life. Coughing and spluttering, a hand slipped behind the back of his head; a second found its way behind his spine. They began to lift him upwards into a sitting position. He could feel it. It was uncomfortable. He could feel himself coughing on and on. Wrenching over and over, he felt his eyes snap open in one large instant. His vision came back quicker than he had anticipated. Usually, sound comes at a slow rate...but this was different? He felt like he'd been treated by a God as his pain slowly began to crumble away. His sight was blurry. Although, as quick as his pain had vanished, his sight began to regain conciousness. This was it...Marcus was back. He looked around, seeing a few things. Baring sights down upon him were the two. The white-cloaked man, shimmering with light and hope. To the other side of Marcus, the some Law-Enforcement Sheriff looking girl, armed to the teeth with high-spec goggles and her trusty handguns. Both their charisma stood out clearly to the near-dead survivor. Marcus said nothing, nor made any facial expression at this moment, as he began to scrutinise around for any other signs of death. To his surprise, everyone looked fine and cheery, bar that one girl having a panic attack. Everyone seemed...happy...Death didn't seem to matter to them all. The fact that Marcus had literally died right in front of their eyes didn't phase them. It wasn't a surprise...it was just like being on Earth again.

"U-uhhh..." He finally spoke, giving a blank expression. He felt ashamed to have come this close to the start and already died. What did this make him? He clearly wasn't cut out for this role nor job. He wanted out, but he couldn't. If he were to go back... "W-what? I...I...shit..." He brought his knees slowly up to himself. He looked down at his arms to see scars and blood patches slowly fade away with ease. His cape lay on the ground, separate from his attire. He heard mumbles in the close-distance from the other Lunar Soldiers. Nothing word-wise was made out, obviously. He needed to think for himself. He needed Menaphis to explain what had jus-

'Menaphis?' He mused. 'Menaphis where are yo-' A noise of chatter was clearly heard not too far from his awoken corpse. He could see them both. Orb to Orb...Menaphis and the Golden Orb.

"Seems a bit useless, doesn't he?" The god-like Orb examined his body from a short-afar. Menaphis wasn't late to retort to his comment.

"Not every hero is deemed to be successful straight away. You know what I say...No one makes the First Jump...You should know that for such an 'Intelligent' Guardian..."

"Maybe if you hadn't selected your own one, going against the Marshall...you'd be with a better warrior...one good enough to survive here." The Golden Orb's voice was more formal than his own Orb.

"I'm sorry...you gonna tell the other Guardians too? Get a whole gang up going on?"

"I'm sorry...You gonna crawl into some muddy crater to find another random subject?" There was a deep silence between the two. Only Marcus seemed to be listening to the pair. "And why did you give yourself a name? Mena...Menaphas...Menaphis? Like...What?" Menaphis slowly fluttered away from the Golden energy. He seemed to sigh deeply.

"You gotta play your moves correctly, Marcus. You've got no Regenerative health, at least for large amounts like that, until level 3, my friend." He said aloud.

"You are trying to tell everyone how vulnerable I am?" Marcus implied, standing to his feet. He nodded to Theo for a minute, as he intended on departing from them all. Crowds made him uneasy. It reminded him of the streets at night, under a cold and damp porch roofing. "Cheers..." He flung his cape over his shoulders, clipping it to his back with ease. He shook his legs a few times, making him feel more comfortable with his body healing. It was quite satisfactory the work that had been given to him. Menaphis was soon by his side, looking back at the group. He was about to question Marcus of why he was departing, but it was really his Subject's decision. As he grabbed his Stetson, he placed it onto his head whilst pacing off. However, something stopped Marcus. A thought. He scattered through opinions to find the right one...He turned slightly, looking at the pair staring at him. He sighed deeply. Marcus needed them more than anything, despite them clearly not needing him. He slowly found his feet dragging himself along the Lunar flooring towards them as he hung his head low. He spoke lowly to them, in a not-so-cheerful voice like everyone was. "G-got...got anymore room?" He looked away in slight embarrassment. He didn't like it...not one bit.

[AoT 1x1] - 'Grim Tales'

@RainbowFactoryI'll try to post tonight matie

AoT - Beginner's Luck

@AewinThat's cool XD

I'll just keep Yuri alone in the Town -So cheerful-