the train;

[A sticky situation, huh? Well, what else is new? There is nothing for Armin to do but jump into action. He's a Commander, after all, right? A failed one, sure, but there is that every irritating impulse to continue fighting anyway. If he couldn't do it back home, why now?

[Because people are going to die if he doesn't.

[Amidst the panic, he tries to command what attention he can. Those beginning to spiral into distress or wander toward the forest will find him in their path, blue eyes locked on theirs.]

Please wait. I understand that you're confused, but we need to tread carefully. [His eyes move to the forest.]

Whatever they are, they aren't coming toward us. Come back to the train. Let's put together a plan.

tech support;

[Armin's never been one for pride. The device on his wrist is entirely foreign to him. Amidst the chaos, he's been trying his level best to figure out how to use the strange watch, but the technology is overwhelming at best - incomprehensible at worst.

[He searches for someone using their device and makes a casual bee line.]

Excuse me. [His voice is amicable, but serious. Tensions are high wherever they turn.] I'd like to ask for your help. I'll return it in kind, of course.

[He lifts his wrist with the attached device.] It benefits us all to work together right now. Please, allow me this lesson.

rescue; cw: violence

[He's tired of watching people fucking die.

[You've found yourselves in the claws of a demon. Armin tried to warn others not to go into the forest.

[Of course, there's a certain type of person who will always refuse to listen.

[So, he makes his entrance. With two razor sharp blades, larger than machetes, in each hand, he launches himself at the creature, severing limbs until he can reach the head and cut it off clean.

[This one was easy. This one went well. The next one might not, and Armin isn't invincible anymore.]

Please excuse me. [His voice is tight. Without your permission, he scoops you up under one arm, then uses the other to fire a grappling hook into one of the trees. The two are flung from branch to branch. Where are you headed? Either back to the train or back to the town, depending on when Armin manages to snatch you. He'll relay that information kindly, despite your personal temperment.]

concert hall cover;

[Armin learned the hard way about the concert hall. Falling asleep in the middle of the street certainly isn't ideal, but considering what he saw when someone tried to enter just before, he's actually grateful that he never made it in.

[Someone else is about to make the same mistake.

[He doesn't know how long he'll have to keep himself awake before the music takes him again too, but he's seen what he's seen - he can't let it be.

[So, he rushes over, shouting, firm, as if a command:] Hold on! Cover your ears now!

wildcard;

((ooc: Hi! I'm Panthera! I'm dying to explore this setting as much as possible and get all sorts of interactions, so please feel free to throw me anything. Armin will generally be running around trying to rescue people, tend to the injured - will also be investigating everything they can, and may come up to your character to try joining in on their investigation, etc.. If you want to plot, you can PM my journal, or catch me on plurk at pantheraliam; would love to add people planning on joining))