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Sasha Braus | Attack on Titan
[You might just see a pair of brand spanking new running shoes hanging out from the bottom of any old tree on the trail. You just might if you look upwards. What is a guaranteed view, however, is the Deerling on the ground that's desperately trying to get the owner of said dangling feet to come down out of the tree by butting its head against the trunk. Not too roughly, of course. The Pokemon isn't foolish. But just hard enough that it makes a solid thunk that's enough to catch anybody's attention.]
Jean, stop! I told you I'll be down in a minute!
[Jean (that is the Pokemon formally known as Jean 2.0) does not care for this minute business. Can Pokemon even tell time? Whatever. In the end, it's clearly worried about its trainer that's battling against the Pidgey that's a few branches above her, strong beak wrapped around the strap of her bag. There's snacks in here! For humans and Pokemon both! It's determined not to let it go!]
You give that back! It doesn't belong to you! You can't go around stealing other people's belongings! That's rude!
[Says the girl who is constantly stealing herself, but that's for survival! totally different situation. This is one fat Pidgey who looks to be doing just fine on its own (nevermind it's probably a career criminal.) Sasha needs her bag back and no matter what this dumb bird or Jean 2.0 thinks, she's not leaving this tree until she gets it back.
So yeah, she'll be here for a long while. Come visit her new home.]
→ Network
[For most people, this isn't a familiar face. For others it just might be, it is because Sasha's been here before, only she had the stinking bad luck to get sent back home for a while, back to the world of death and destruction and worst of all in her eyes, constant hunger. So she doesn't look as bright faced and plump as she did while in Johto. Her hair is longer, in dire need of a trim, and tucked into a greasy ponytail, her face has lost whatever roundness it gained in this world and there are dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep. Not only could she use a nap, she could use a bath too.
In short, she looks a hot mess, but if you had to fight off a Titan that wanted to chomp on you with nothing but a single arrow, wouldn't you look terrible too?
But Sasha also looks to be an old hat at settling into this world, what with her Deerling curled up beside her, its head in her lap sharing space with an empty bento box, as she perches on a rock on one of the many routes in town. That Mom lady who is still convinced she's Sasha's mom sure makes good lunches, but they still aren't enough to fill her belly completely so that is why Sasha rolls a handful of Pokeberries into one of the compartments of the box and pokes a purple one with her fingertip.]
Just checking... we still can't eat these, right?
[At least this time she bothers asking before attempting to shove them into her mouth which for Sasha Braus is a sign of maturity. Or something like that.]
If not, is there anybody who doesn't want the lunch their Mom made? I'll take it! I don't care what's in it!
Network!
[Holy crap. Holy crap you're back!
And she looked like hell.
Noctis was both relieved to see her and worried by how absolutely wrecked she looked, Bean leaning down behind him to peer at the screen as well. She, unlike her trainer, went right for worry as she rumbled at Sasha.
Little girl what happened to you??]
No you can't eat those--where are you? New Bark? I can come meet you there, I can bring extra supplies.
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As for that question, everything. Everything happened to her. Where does she even start, Bean?]
Noctis?
[Her second reaction is the frown splits into a stupid grin. It's Noctis! Someone who isn't from home is still here. And remembered her! Just as well since Sasha could never forget that mop of messy hair and piercing blue eyes and he doesn't even have a million Magikarp around him to remind her of who he is: the prince that isn't a jerk.]
Yes, just outside of it. I didn't go far. [Only because she couldn't wait much longer to destroy that bento.] Where are you?
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Olivine City but I can use the warp pads to get over there easy enough. It won't take me that long. [Plus, he'd do anything for a friend. Especially one that he hadn't seen in along time; one that had obviously been through some shit.
Despite his worry he can't help but smile at her.] It's good to see you again, by the way. It's been way too quiet without you around here.
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That sounds far... But okay! I'll be here. I don't have anywhere to go anyway.
[She wonders if the boys are still here. They were all there back when they split up to warn the villagers about the incoming horde, but Sasha hasn't checked to see if any of them managed to escape to here. How long has it been anyway?]
Without me? [She's pointing to herself as if Noctis is speaking to someone else.]
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[Plus, she was a friend so he was willing to make the trip.]
Yeah without you. [He enjoyed talking to you a lot more than he probably let you know, Sasha. But he's going to make sure to change that this time around.] Oh, man, remind me to show you pictures of the Squad when I get there.
[He grins now, clearly moving as he heads outside so he can get on the road, Bean following along behind him.]
You're not going to believe how many Magikarp I have now.
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But you had other people to talk to! Like um... I forgot his name, but he had one of those camera things? Him! How could it be quiet when you could talk to him?
[Prompto, she means. The guy with the blond weird hair. Gods, Noctis, do all of your people from your world have weird hair?]
How many? Five?
[Oh honey, Sasha. Try some multiplication on that number because Noctis has a problem.]
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Yeah but none of the other people I had to talk to were you, specifically. Just because I still had friends here doesn't mean I didn't miss the ones that left.
[Face it, Sasha. The prince considers you a friend.
And now his expression turns into something akin to a deer caught in the headlights before it edges into sheepish territory, Noctis clearing his throat as he glances off to the side.]
Ah...more like twenty something...maybe thirty?
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[Well, when he puts it that way, it hits hard. In a good way. In the way that makes Sasha blush a little and look away sheepishly as well, rubbing the back of her neck. No one's really said anything like that before. She's so used to being an outsider, the kind of person whose presence people wouldn't mind not having.
But this new feeling a girl could get used to.]
I'm sorry, then. For leaving.
[It's not like that was her choice, but the least she can do is apologize for doing it regardless, leaving behind a friend she never realized she had.
A friend who clearly has a problem with Magikarps.
Sasha frowns, clearly confused at his reply.]
Are you selling them?
[Because he's sure ain't eating them, so someone with that many has to be making bank off them, right?]
network ayyy
Gone home.
Possibly to his future even, which if Reiner was to be believed (and of course he believed him, why wouldn't he), wouldn't bode well for himself. Still, seeing her face on the network after so long makes his stomach twist into a knot, and for a long minute he wrestles with the decision of whether or not to respond.
It's his Aggron nosing at his arm that pushes him to go for it, but he's cautious.]
Sasha...?
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So it was to their future that she went, though not too far ahead, just enough that the Sasha from the world of Pokemon looked and acted differently than the Sasha that returned to her hometown of Dauper. That latter Sasha is the one that blinks at the screen of her gear once she hears a familiar voice calling her name.]
Bertolt!
[She's happy to see him, happy to see him in one piece. Clearly whatever Bertolt is worried about isn't something Sasha has any knowledge about. All she remembers is that he was last with Reiner and the rest when they split up to the villages.]
You're still here!
[And looking... healthy. Like he'd never left.]
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Y-You're back.
[Though he is glad to see her again, he can't deny the small pang of... something towards the gods of this world. They'll bring Sasha back, but they won't bring Reiner here to stay? It's almost cruel.]
I... didn't think I'd see you again.
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So for now, she's still grinning, unaware of that prick of pain Bertolt feels, though if Sasha knew, she'd admit that she feels the same for Connie. That bald idiot hasn't even managed to get a taste of paradise. Her only hope is he keeps on kicking.]
Well, I just saw you... [Sasha laughs, but it's a kind of uncomfortable one. She has zero memory of this place back home and if the Bertolt she saw while under the watch of Mike and his team survived, then that's all she could ask for.] You looked... shorter.
[And slimmer, but that's a given.]
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I'd give just about anything to be six-four again, believe me. Buying clothes is that much harder now that I've got another inch or two on me.
[Seriously, even with the Big & Tall stores, there isn't enough in the tall sections that fit him right. It's the worst.]
What, um... What was the last thing you saw back there?
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That's a question she expected, yet it's one Sasha hasn't quite prepared herself to answer. It feels just like yesterday that she was about to be squeezed to death by a monster (and technically, it was -- one minute there, next minute here.) Last thing she remembers is running down the path behind the little girl, but the last thing she truly saw was frightening enough to stick harder than anything else.]
The face of a Titan. [There's a wry look on her face, the kind all the soldiers at home seem to have plastered on their faces when they've come so close to being dead but by the grace of whatever force. Something like a smile of relief, yet the frown of knowing their existence is limited.] Before I poked his eye out.