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For a moment, Rikki tried to grab at Danny's hands to get her to stop, but then Shun's leg swept at his own and all bets were off. "Would you stop?" He shouted angrily. He pulled his fist back and went to hit him, but then he was tugged back by his collar.

His eyes went wide and he twisted to see the soldier holding him over his shoulder, but he pressed his lips into a thin line. He wasn't going to be the first to open his mouth, no sir.

Yet Danny was happy to be the one to open her mouth.

"Yeah! He said he wanted to see me try to hit him, so I hit him and then we all started hitting each other! It was fun!" she gave the older man a bright grin, but it very slowly faded into a frown as she realized she might be getting in trouble.

Uh oh. "Uh ... I mean ... no we didn't mean trouble 'n stuff." Kind of a weak testimony at this point. You tried Danny.

The soldier frowned, but was quietly pleased that they didn't resist any further. He appreciated the respect--or rather at least the sensibility--that the group showed.

It was only natural for young ones like these to have so much energy, but without a focus, all they were doing was causing a brawl. That was no way to live a civilized life. With his keen eyes, he glanced over them, wondering at their potential. He couldn't give his recommendation for all of them, but if it was just one, perhaps it could make at least a little difference..

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The soldier caught the eyes of the one gritting his teeth, a scar evidence of some history at least. Those were the eyes of a survivor. And dangerous, if left alone. "Hey kid," He pulled the 20-something year old fighter aside, throwing what he knew would be an unwelcome arm across the boy's shoulders, "Why don't you find something better to do than throwing fists at people eh? Put your instincts to use, boy. Why don't you try a titan on for size?"

His words might have sounded derogatory and perhaps sarcastic, but his facial expression was perfectly calm and serious. He shoved a small stack of papers in Shun's arms, and gave him a slap on the back, "Fill those out and turn them in to headquarters if you want to do something with your life."

Turning back to the group, the soldier gave a stern look of warning, "You kids behave yourselves. Next time you won't get a warning."

((Congratulations Blade, you've won a semi-custom! To confirm, it's the character Shun you want? You also do not have to use this event as your character's recruitment story if you had some other history in mind))

Shun's attention shifted towards Danny as she blabbed out words that really wasn't helping their cause right about now. He couldn't help but bring a hand up to his face, really. She at least double backed some, but still. That was pretty bad.

As the older man suspected, he didn't care for the arm being thrown around his shoulder. He tensed up while resisting the urge to elbow the guy to get away. Then, he spoke again. For a moment, he thought the soldier was mocking him. Though he caught the look on his face, and he soon had a stack of papers shoved into his arms.

He was both stunned and baffled right about now. Yes, he had actually been considering something like this but he had never expected anything like this to happen.

The anger and frustration he felt was quickly diffused for the time being as he considered this. Looking down at the papers, he quickly realized there was one... obstacle he was going to need to overcome first and foremost.

"s**t..." he uttered under his breath.

Blinking, he looked up at Danny and lightly frowned.

"People die all the time in the city too. Maybe not quite as often but..." he shrugged.

Fixing his hair that had been messed up from jumping into the fight Cyril

turned to the girl and the scarred man. "It's a an opportunity I wouldn't turn down.

Take it." As he finishes fixing his hair

that nobody else can notice what the difference is.

Invading personal spaces was one of Cecilia's talents. She was very good at it, though the fact that she was blatantly oblivious to the discomfort of others probably had something to do with it. If she realized that she had surprised him with her sudden greeting, she didn't acknowledge it--or tone it down, for that matter.

"No, not particularly!" She chirped, reaching up to pat his shoulder without really even thinking about it, "I mean, maybe you look a little lost...? If you need any help, I'm a local! Born and raised Shinganshina-er!"

Puffing her chest up, she beamed up at him for a good second or two before relaxing again, giving an airy wave of her hand. "And it'll be my good deed for the day! I like to help people." Because that was what a proper heroine would do.

It was alright because Kiyoshi would had been just as oblivious about it as Cecilia was... And he didn't feel the need for her to back off despite the suddenness of her greeting.

"I look a little lost? What does lost look like?" He asked, brow furrowing ever so slightly; he would try his best not to look so lost in case he really does attract some unsavory strangers... For now, he was grateful to the girl for her offer.

"I would appreciate that," He nodded, "In truth, I came with my elder sister, but we lost each other in the crowd... She's been here before though, so I'm sure she's doing fine." He's doing fine too, of course.

"Oh, do you? Today, you've helped Kiyoshi Yamada-" He gestured briefly at himself with one hand, "Who do I have to thank for the assistance?"

He was smiling, but rather than smiling at her, he seemed to be smiling to himself, secretly pleased because he quoted that sentence out of a story book. Sure, it was a princess in distress who said that to the prince who rescued her from a rampaging titan, but... In this case, he was the one in distress?