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Things that go Bump in the Night || periti

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_{Mikasa deadpanned, Connie of all things was being cowardly—avoiding finding support all because he didn’t want to be left alone near a threat that they had yet to even encounter. Not a team player herself, unless necessary, she gave him a small nod, before turning without a word in the direction of her quarters in search for her gear.} 

_{“You can follow me, or you can head to get your things on your own, it’s up to you.” Continuing her walk, she furrowed her brow. Hanji wouldn’t keep her experiments in the basement? Surely, she had more sense than that, she was a squad leader nonetheless.} 

_{Clear your head, Mikasa…}

                           _{Now isn’t the time for distractions.} 

_{Fastening and pulling belts where need be, she quickly lifted the blades, and checked the gas before before looking at the floor. “These are close quarters.” She muttered to herself thoughtfully, before dropping the maneuver gear to the floor. “—there’s no room for anything for anything but swords.”} 

_{Recalling the actions they took with the resource team, she knew they’d need more unconventional means of taking down whatever lurked in that basement. Turning back, having finished her preparations, she gave Connie a determined, but almost hesitant look. “Gear is out of the question, we need new ideas.” Lifting her arm she held up one of her swords, “All we haveare these.”} 

“–Swords,” He repeated, following closely in toe. Swords, just swords, so much like the last basement he had stepped foot in. _{The last one.}

                         ^{…Stop thinking about that,}_idiot.

“Dammit, there’s gotta be somethin’ else we can use…” Sure, there were plenty of things they could make use of; back-up, for starters. Humans were just as much a resource as any piece of machinery. Perhaps a lantern, some way of seeing in the darkness of the cellar… What else was there? 

“–Maybe we could pick up a light of some kind,” Connie remarked as he fumbled around, then turned away from his companion in this fiasco; he needed to get his swords, too. “I’ll look for one around my stuff, if you ain’t got one.”

Planning wasn’t quite Connie’s forte. Typically, he’d leave that to someone else–Armin, maybe even Jean. What he knew well was how to use that gear; the same things he’d be leaving behind in this case. His next strength was relatively useless here, too; being friendly wouldn’t get him too far with a titan in the basement. 

His soft, cautious footsteps making a muted tap upon the stone floors down the short walk to his quarters, Connie peeked in and quickly gathered his swords, nearly forgetting to grab the small oil lantern from the bedside on his way out. “–Probably need a match or two for this, too,” he muttered to himself as he left, not recalling where he could acquire such a thing. 

                              …That was the best plan he could think of.

           Whatever it is down there,

                                                     _{–Just get rid of it, dude.}