@☤ Simon [Yin] [[ /commences to fall off the couch; laughing my flat a$$ off. ]]
Yifan figured that by now, his only chance of staying out of trouble and getting the least burn of the inferno coming the way of his lazy 'comrades', Yifan decided to stick with Commander Simon - he seemed like a good fellow to be with, Yifan mused. "I know of a relatively good steak house nearby - the delicacies there are served with a side of soju to clear the mind. Would you be interested in that?" Yifan asked, tone a bit more vibrant now that he had pushed his worries aside. He looked to the shorter commander in search of a reply. "I'd be honored to join you, sir," Yifan added, lips curling up in a messy, small, lop-sided smile.
@✽ Wu Yifan [Yang] Simon hummed, caught off guard when asked what he preferred. "Steak," he shrugged. "If there isn't a decent place with steaks, then I have no preference." He shrugged, coughing. To be honest, he rarely ate much, occasionally sustaining himself with vegetables or some meat. He wasn't a big eater- old habits die hard. It was a bad habit, waiting until he was absolutely starving and then proceeding to eat, but he couldn't get used to eating all the time. Even though he had enough money stashed up from being payed as Commander and Captain and could lavishly feed armies, he still barely ate.
"Care to join me? I do usually have someone to talk to during meals, but the rest of my team is currently in training." He gestured vaguely behind him.
@☤ Simon [Yin] Watching as the Commander stepped inside, Yifan stood resolute in place as he was taught in his training - hands either at his side or clasped behind him, body standing straight, and senses alert. His tall form barely swayed and he even debated meditation while waiting, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the Commander's voice once more. "Soldier. Wu. Hey, mind leading me somewhere I can get something to eat?"
"Hmm? Uh -- Of.. Of course, sir." Yifan started off a bit awkwardly, not expecting the request but happy and scared to comply. It had been quite sometime since he left his post - his only hope was that someone took the patrol shift, and no one was to be caught in trouble - ultimately, the problem will have bloomed from himself, having offered to take their shifts when he liked and offering himself up as the soldier's lackey. Neither was it prideful nor honorable to be as such. "May I ask what the Commander fancies this evening?" Yifan asked curiously.
@✽ Wu Yifan [Yang] Nodding, he clapped Kris on the shoulder firmly before walking straight into his meeting with the Garrison's commander, which, to be frank, he was not looking forward to at all. Meetings were always dull affairs and this time around was no different. It was something about how they had to tally up all the expenses of the soldiers or some other nonsense like that. Practically everyone knew he kept extensive records of his expenses- why did she even bother calling him all the way up here to confirm something she had previously known? Shaking his head to clear his head of these thoughts, he strode out and looked about. "Soldier. Wu. Hey, mind leading me somewhere I can get something to eat?"
@☤ Simon [Yin] Merely humming in response, Yifan found that these answers proved no help: they only gave him a glimpse into Simon's situation but not into any solutions for Yifan and it was frustrating, and mentally taxing, beyond belief. It was the equivalent to sprinting through a jungle, unknowingly in circles, in a search for answers. Yifan was getting nowhere, but in the end, he managed to the Commander to Commander Park's office. "Here you are, Commander Simon; I'll be outside, granted you need an back." Yifan offered, deciding that it would be suspicious to be in such a hurry to get back and finish rounds.
[ Simon can go ahead and notice that not many other soldiers were out and about - he interrogates yifan and we can go from there, unless you have other ideas~ /knows how to improv quite well.]
@✽ Wu Yifan [Yang] Simon exhaled sharply at 'family', almost laughing when he tried to imagine his parents' reactions. "I suppose it certainly is easier because I don't know these people," he mused, sparing one glance at the soldier next to him before returning his eyes to the road. Though it's not like he would care what his family would think had they been alive, anyway. They had given up on him first. "But plenty of my comrades idolize me regardless. I just don't pay any mind to it. It's their problem who they put on a pedestal."
@☤ Simon [Yin] "Ahh - my manners; forgive me. Kris. Kris Wu." He murmured, using the alias he had taken up when he had enrolled as a part of the services. No one... No one would remember Yifan - people will only remember Kris from now on. "Used to it... Is it easier that you don't know these people? That your attention doesn't come from comrades, and family?" Yifan asked once more, curiosity driving him to probe the subject more. Falling back enough, Yifan fell into step with the Commander and kept an eye out for road - Commander Park's Office was only a little ways away, but easy to miss had one been left to their own devices to find it.
Simon had honestly not really paid much attention to everyone before the soldier had pointed it out. It was easy to deal with if you just ignored it- of course it wasn't exactly 'honorable' to continue dodging all the publicity, but when did he ever care? He shrugged and rolled his shoulders, all the while nonchalantly gazing out at the amassing crowd of girls. "I don't really pay any mind to it. It only worsens when you actually focus on it." Of course, having someone he was smitten with was also a helpful factor in ignoring his... popularity with teenaged girls. "You'll get used to it one day, soldier...?" He trailed off, still wondering what the boy's name was.
@☤ Simon [Yin] Yifan's eyes widened a fraction at the request and his gaze flitted around briefly. Leaving his post meant that someone or the other was going to get in trouble for /not/ being on the job. Yifan had taken the shift for a "friend" who had "fallen sick"—this "friend" was screwed and Yifan would be experiencing a few legal complications, but he couldn't refuse the request - it was a commander. "O-Of course, Commander. This way, sir." His stoic expression didn't break as he turned and began toward the Garrison Commander Park's office. Noticing more girls and more attention pointed to himself and Commander Simon, Yifan turned his head enough to ask, "How do you deal with all the attention?"
@✽ Wu Yifan [Yang] Simon let his arms fall to his sides, nodding his head tersely in recognition of the bow. "Actually, I do require some assistance. I was to be escorted to Commander Park at 1700. It's already 1710. My seems to have been a no-show. Do you mind directing me to the Garrison headquarters?" It was honestly just a formality, asking the soldier to him, any sane soldier wouldn't refuse him. He gestured around him. He honestly spent more time in upper Yang- where the courts were located and the headquarters of the Military Police were located. Survey honestly had nothing to do with Garrison, ignoring small interactions in the vanguard and other interactions at court. Either way, he was not familiar with the winding streets of lower Yang. He took a tentative step forward, and asked, "what's your name, comrade?" A name was a powerful thing- he could make or break this soldier's career with a drop of his name.
@☤ Simon [Yin] Staggering into his next step and pausingg to steady himself, Yifan felt the weight of two hands - one on each shoulder. "Carefuly there, comrade." A deep voice called - one that almost resembled his own. Turning to glance over his shoulder, it was no wonder. Commander Simon stood before him, and Yifan could almost feel the stares of the ready-to-flock-at-Simon's-feet females and Yifan took a step away before bowing in respect. "Commander... Fancy seeing you here. Anything I can help you with?" Yifan asked, hoping he wasn't caught dawdling on the job: it was the last thing he needed. (Though, sleep and nutrition were first.)
@✽ Wu Yifan [Yang] Simon walked through the crowd, not acknowledging any of the gaping civilians. It was tiring and boring- the same sights every district, slack-jawed civilians coming to gawk at him, having heard of his high kill count. Everyone wanted to see the "amazing Commander Simon"- wanted to believe that their hope was not misplaced. And as tired as he was of being constantly watched, he played the part anyway, because he needed the people to believe. He walked regally, each stride the same as the other, chin high, powerful muscles rippling. He looked out into the crowd a couple times, nodding at a couple starry-eyed girls. He almost walked into a soldier, and he braced the Garrison soldier tightly, hands on the man's shoulders. "Careful there, comrade," deep voice cutting clearly through the incessant chatter.
@☤ Simon [Yin] He wasn't widely idolized, but it was enough - by his friends and family - that Yifan was becoming sick of it. Did they know what it was like to do a soldier's duty? Did they know how gritty and grimy the position was? The position garnered honor when there ever was a funeral (and for soldiers: there rarely was) and whenever someone died /because/ they wasted whatever life they had in this game against those monsters lurking outside. Yifan was oblivious to all that going around him and merely kept walking - his shoulders were tense, and his head bowed, as if trying to disappear: his height made that impossible though.
Name/Age; eunjung/20
Writing style: para, semi-para
time zone; GMT -6
Faction: Survey Corps - already asked you for the last spot.
Hometown: yin
Writing sample; Standing atop one of the many roofs she has made her place of residence, eunjung reads the clouds, wondering where if anywhere the colossal titan may appear. Outside of the first wall, she could almost make out the 50M class titan and his skinless body, angry and releasing a heated steam in which she couldn't experience as she was too young and too afraid. This moved her to complete the three years necessary for one on one combat with these titans and after slashing off the artificial foam pads attached to wooden titans in her training, she realized what she was up against was completely different. Aberrants and the armored titan, even titan shifters seemed to keep her occupied in the line of duty serving humanity in its battle to freedom. Maybe then she'd find a meaning to her death if it were ever to happen. She is on of the best in her squad of graduates.
Face claim; I would totally call her mikasa.. but. yeah, I want her to be called mikasa. lol