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[ The thought of being awake again after sleeping so long was familiar to the angel, who gingerly sat up and looked at her surroundings at the Dream Docks. Sertoria rubbed at her eyes, stretching a bit as she felt around her. Her 3DMG was still here, that was good, and she was in her custom Survey Corps uniform, too. Maybe she should swap to her tunic just in case, but that could come later.

It takes the old soul a minute or two to stand, but when she does, she cracks at her neck and back before groaning. She's definitely feeling her age for all of a minute. However, once she feels somewhat normal, she decides to walk out of the docks with her phone in her hands once she's strapped on her 3DMG just in case if she needed it.

Time to play catch up on four months of network posts. ]

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[ How can one look jovial when she's caught up on the network? God, even though she's used to seeing and hearing horrible atrocities like this committed day in and day out as that's human nature, she still wants to help in some way. Even if she's come back just hours before -- there's still people that need help. ]

Hello, everyone. I have returned and caught up on the network and... if there is anything I can do, please let me know. I can offer up my abilities to heal pretty much anything or offer companionship or just-- Anything. You name it, I will do it. No questions asked.

[ Locked to Attack on Mansion ]

Is... anyone here from home still? Levi? Mikasa? Armin...?

[ Please don't say she's alone again. ]

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[Levy is nervous when she sees the video. She wants to say hi to the girl, knowing her and having spoken to her before, but she doesn’t want her to see her like this. To be safe she switches her phone to text.]

Thank you. It's nice to see you again Sertoria. How are you?

[ ...That's strange, Sertoria notes, when she sees Levy responding to her post with text instead of video like she normally does.

Hm. ]

I am doing rather well, all things considered. It is nice to see you too, Levy.

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...Are you all right? You normally reply to my posts with video and not text. I will not pry further than this if you are not comfortable answering me, of course.

I'm just not really presentable right now. I didn't want to make you worry.

You're just getting back.

I am already worrying. And, do not worry about that -- I am your friend, right? That is what friends do for one another.

Trust me, I have seen worse things.

That's true, we are friends. It's also just easier to text. To think about words and type them in. It's funny though, I've never been a particularly talented writer.

Now, that I cannot deny -- it being easier to text. And really? I would have thought that you had a bunch of books written at home from how passionate you are about them.

No, I'm not a good writer though I have tried.

My passion is in reading.

Much has happened, as you have seen. I hope you'll find your talents put to good use...

I hope so as well. I would rather at least help instead of just sitting around, at any rate.

[.. Aaand then Pidonus just kind of deflates, and it becomes obvious she's lying on a couch as she shifts a little.]

... I'm not up to the part where I start going all cryptic about the nature of good and evil or the like and hint at some grand scheme I don't actually have, sorry.

Pretty much anything? What does that mean?

[Armin is not home when Sertoria arrives. In fact, he doesn't arrive for several more hours, until well after midnight. Other days, he hasn't even left the office, just catching a few hours of sleep there. But even he has his limits, and he's slept perhaps six hours out of the last sixty - he needs an actual bed, at least for tonight, as well as a shower and a change of clothes.

Exhausted as he is, it takes him a moment to notice that something is different as he approaches the mansion. The door echoes closed behind him before he freezes in the entryway as he realizes what it is - there are lights on in the building, and he didn't leave them that way.

He's torn between running to see who it is, who came home - and drawing his blade and preparing for the worst. He's so tired, he just can't think. But... if there's someone in the house, odds are they heard the door closing. Hand on the hilt of his blade, he takes a careful step into the hall.]

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