Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20140824050535

'~Seid Ihr das Essen! Nein, Wir Sin Der Jager!~'

A crash sounded, snapping heads towards the sound. One in particular immediately analyzed the situation.

''Smoke...shards...maybe cannon shrapnal? Portions of the wall?! Damn, that Suicidal Bastard and his team were cleaning that area''

Shit...is that...the Colossal?

He wasn't a tall man, about average. His build was a slender build, but he was extremely toned. Dressed in a black soldier's jacket with a hooded shirt underneath, with a modified version of 3DMG on his hips, he didn't really draw much attention...until you looked at his face and neck. A long scar ran from his left eyebrow down to his right cheek across his features. Along the side of his neck and disappearing beneath his shirt was a long jagged scar starting from behind his jugular. Piercing deep blue, nearly black eyes matched his hair to near perfection.

As did the generally cold expression that was currently vacant from his shocked features.

A-again...damnit....

He relaxed his features, schooling them into the mask of ice he normally wore. Noctum Caeruleus turned to view the people behind him. Other newly graduated students- members in the same squad as him- were all watching the same thing. With a low growl, he jerked his head, about to tell them to do something.

Then the shockwave hit.

His eyes widened as he was thrown from his position, instinctively shooting the hooks of his 3DMG into the walls nearest to anchor him. His arms crossed in front of him, eyes shut tight and head tilted down to prevent any ocular damage from dust. What happened when he looked up made him wish he hadn't. A dark and grim expression etched itself onto his features, the male drawing a oddly shaped blade in one hand, and a smaller, 45 centimeter one in the other.

"Titans have just breached the wall." 