By the time Eren finally figured out how to give you his location you were jittery with both anticipation and nervousness. Meeting new people face to face is both exciting and nerve wracking, but the kid seemed to be pretty cool. And besides he promised a strife. Sort of. Is ripping off limbs a strife? Or is it just mutilation? Either way you don’t care.
Slipping your blades into the pocket of your jeans, you grab the scalpel Slick had given to you and secure it inside the cuff on your wrist that you’d had made just for that purpose. None of your weapons are for long range fighting and if you’re being honest you’re more of a defensive fighter anyway, but you have no intentions of defending yourself from his attacks. It’s not like it matters what happens to your physical body.
Stepping onto the pad, you input the coords given and depress the button. When you land, you scan the area, eye wide in shock. Its like stepping back in time (ha ha) and its almost like being in the middle ages. No. That’s exactly what its like.
Gazing around curiously, you take a few steps forward before calling out for him. “Hey fuckwad I’m here. You didn’t tell me you live in Medieval Fucking Times.“
"Is that really how you greet someone? Sounds like an awful load of shit.” You answer his call, stepping out in to the sun. At least it wasn’t nearly as medieval as it had been. Since expanding the walls and gaining a bit more technology, you weren’t totally living in the dark ages.
You left all your gear back at the base, as well as your uniform. Why scare off someone you just met anyways? “It’s not nearly as bad as it was though, you’re lucky. We at least have computers now.” You wave your had dismissively at his comments, medieval times. Pfft. Bullshit.
“So I left all my shit at home, what about you. Is that fair enough or should I run back and grab everything. Actually, that’s too much work."
