[ it's early morning, and the air's winter chill isn't even a bit merciless; somewhere among the districts, eren is setting out-- sleepless ( he couldn't sleep-- head was too agitated, thoughts running miles per hour-- he kept having dreams-- ), the sky still a darkish hue of blue and orange to signal a sun tempting to rise. he's in short-lived mid-flight, wires and a single burst of compressed air spouting from his gear ( he had to use as little of it as possible, and luckily, his gas cans have been full since he got here ), taking him up to the edge of the wall surrounding asgard. to be a bit more precise, now, he's near asgard's border to the outside, and perhaps careful eyes have seen him swing to his current position from down below. once he turns on the bracelet, the teen takes a moment to stare out beyond the towering barrier, quiet ( the sunrise . . . was pretty nice ), his expression disgruntled. he turns back to the city below. it was the same, in this aspect-- asgard and home-- looking down over the opposite edge, he sees no titans. to his side, he sees no cannons, no weaponry. he mutters something akin to "why the hell", with a mixture of flapping material in the wind, before words trail off. he begins to lift his arm now, holding his wrist just below his face where the screen can see him better; no older than sixteen ( although he's fifteen ), bright ( determined ) eyes and dark brown hair, sporting a uniform with two wings on his chest, bundled with what extra clothes would keep him warm under his scouting legion cape. lips part before he says anything, a puff of visible air leaving his mouth-- he's doing this right, yeah? it says it's recording-- despite the early hour, he seems like he's been awake for a lot longer than just one hour or so. ]

Can anyone tell me about the Titans here? [ "giants", same difference-- just the word himself makes him seethe a bit, and it's probably noticeable, even if it's quick. ] How long has it been since they've attacked last? Anything you know-- It's important.

[ what they eat, how they eat, how they sleep, die, fight, shit ( actually if that's possible for asgard giants keep it at a minimum . . . )-- whatever, he'll hear it. his brows furrow, and he looks off again. there didn't seem to be a single one in sight . . . it can happen, but still-- ah, one more thing. ]

Is there a place where I can refill these? [ for a moment, he's shuffling, trying to unscrew something by his side, then holding up a small metal cylinder, giving it a tap. ] with air.

[ now that that's said and done, he returns the item to where it was. there was something on his mind now too, now that he looked at it. ]

It's weird-- Why are the wall's sides unarmed? Wasn't-- Isn't there a war? [ if they were the soldiers-- shouldn't they be, you know, ready all day everyday? also haha yeah war with celebration ok he thinks that's funky too, looking down at all the remaining decorations he could see from here. ] And the gates, they're . . . [  open. both awing and confusing. in one direction he seems to be looking at is the gates of fire. his dislike for walls is there too-- because, while he's irked with being taken from walls only to be put in well, more walls, there's also a slight longing as he looks out. just to live onee daaay ouut thereee . . .

then, as his eyes shift in direction to another gate, the gates of fog ( he squints, it's a bit far-- ) but his lips press into a thin line, gaze hard and expression inquisitive at best. weird mechanics, they had. they had walls to keep the city open-- while at possible war? which is where the look of question drops into an obvious frown. not that he's in favor of lock down and livin' it fierce like uncooked steak, he's never been-- he looks forward to changing that personally. but it's a matter of safety, of some sort of back up. it's probably because he hadn't understood everything there was to understand, but-- honestly, it wasn't making sense right now! ]

It doesn't make sense, what-- [ he can't be the only one here who thinks this, can he? ] What the hell are they for, then? [ not that he's getting angry just yet-- eren's not very gentle to start; what comes to his mind goes out the mouth, and hardly do they go through and pre-checks before being said. he just really doesn't know why there are walls with gates open in a place at war! a state of "what is this i dont even know" if you will. 

there's a pause between here,  then he bristles visibly enough. ] For us to graze, is that it? [ graze, yes. like livestock. he hated the feeling, and somehow, he's still feeling like he's being had. like there wasn't really a war at all. all this talk of christmas and happy times of celebration when they could attack at any moment? wasn't that irresponsible? this place was crazy. y'all are crazy. it takes a good deal not to snap out anything else-- ]

Just-- [ he gives a sharp inhale, hand in his hair, calming down enough that was needed, letting the boiling simmer down to a more desirable level. he needed answers. he was a soldier. he needed to act like one. ] -- I need to know. [ to clarify which one took importance-- he gestures. one answer would probably clear all the rest up like the domino effect. they were all related. ] About the Titans.

[ the gods need to make a guide to asgard: for eren yeager. because some of these things!!!  perhaps he just needed a bit of answers to clear things up. there's silence, and before long eren looks ( a bit frustratingly ) for which button he needs to press to end the feed, scanning the screen. preview, update date, no-- post, there we go. he clicks a button to end it, and off it goes. ]