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maskormenacelogs2016-09-03 01:44 pm
redshoerevenge) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-03 01:44 pm
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Test Run: One | Spin Them Jaeger Tracks Up
WHO:Mako Mori & YOU
WHERE: De Chima; Somewhere industrial/abandoned, metal/concrete, extremely minimal chance for civilian injury
WHEN: SEPT 3; AFTERNOON
WHAT: Mako, punching bag, workout, bag & wall warfare
WARNINGS: Loud Music, building wall trashing, tiny flying brick Mako
Mako taped up her wrists and knuckles after removing her shoes and socks, moving to survey the gym mat she'd found somewhere questionable and laid down a few days ago. With it she'd found an equally well used punching bag that had most of its sand leaked out and a busted seam. It'd taken her awhile to repair it, but it was full of sand now and mended. It was the world's shittiest, ghetto training area, but it'd do her her needs. Metal walls, reinforced concrete, enough load bearing points that if something went wrong the rest of the admittedly wrecked building would still stand.
With a clap of her hands and a few shoulder rolls as she she her muscles out, she lifted a pipe length she'd scouted out the previous day that was just about the right length, and dialed up some music, stepped onto the mat, and bowed to an invisible opponent. The first kata was simple, a warm up she had learned as a child. Simple thrusts, stretches, so easy it didn't wind her at all. Jaeger Bushido katas were a more complicated, but she knew all fifty-two of them second nature and she launched into them with no uncertain enthusiasm. Mako was quick, light on her feet, snapping through the routines as easily as she ever had. The beat of the music set the tempo and she blended one kata into another, changed them up, rotated and jabbed, slid and moved until the music faded and she sheathed her pipe like a sword. Fully engaged in the moment, the only way she knew she had company was when she finally looked up.
WHERE: De Chima; Somewhere industrial/abandoned, metal/concrete, extremely minimal chance for civilian injury
WHEN: SEPT 3; AFTERNOON
WHAT: Mako, punching bag, workout, bag & wall warfare
WARNINGS: Loud Music, building wall trashing, tiny flying brick Mako
Mako taped up her wrists and knuckles after removing her shoes and socks, moving to survey the gym mat she'd found somewhere questionable and laid down a few days ago. With it she'd found an equally well used punching bag that had most of its sand leaked out and a busted seam. It'd taken her awhile to repair it, but it was full of sand now and mended. It was the world's shittiest, ghetto training area, but it'd do her her needs. Metal walls, reinforced concrete, enough load bearing points that if something went wrong the rest of the admittedly wrecked building would still stand.
With a clap of her hands and a few shoulder rolls as she she her muscles out, she lifted a pipe length she'd scouted out the previous day that was just about the right length, and dialed up some music, stepped onto the mat, and bowed to an invisible opponent. The first kata was simple, a warm up she had learned as a child. Simple thrusts, stretches, so easy it didn't wind her at all. Jaeger Bushido katas were a more complicated, but she knew all fifty-two of them second nature and she launched into them with no uncertain enthusiasm. Mako was quick, light on her feet, snapping through the routines as easily as she ever had. The beat of the music set the tempo and she blended one kata into another, changed them up, rotated and jabbed, slid and moved until the music faded and she sheathed her pipe like a sword. Fully engaged in the moment, the only way she knew she had company was when she finally looked up.
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... Well, the answer to that was readily apparent. But why here? Almost before he knew it, he'd pulled up a rickety aluminum stepladder and taken a seat to watch. (Was that weird? Was that a weird thing to do?) He didn't want to interrupt her in the middle of a set, anyway, that was the rationale behind it. Her katas were so fluid they seemed more like a dance than a workout. But that wasn't too surprising. He remembered the timeframe Newt and Hermann had described - Mako had been just a child when Trespasser struck. He didn't know her history in particular, but she'd probably been training for half her life to pilot Jaegers.
As minutes passed, his mind started wandering. He couldn't help thinking of Kaidan. Not just because they were both Japanese. They only vaguely looked alike, even if you took Kaidan from before her hair turned white. But both of them had that youthful earnestness, that undercurrent of power. Kaidan's lived in her voice, and Mako's in her body, but just the same - both of them could easily kick his arse six ways from Sunday, he had no doubt of that.
He really missed Kaidan.
As the music and the routine drew to a close, a good sign she wasn't alone was the soft applause from a dimly lit part of the room - although the whole place was dimly lit, if you wanted to be pedantic.
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It's a few steps at most that she moves to seek out her visitor, and there she stood quietly until she remembered her manners. That was a face she knew.
"Qubit-san," she murmured, surprise ringing through her tone. "What are you doing here?" And then, with a moment more of hesitation before she was striding to put the pipe down, "It is in danger of becoming habit." She gestured and laughed a little. "This meeting."
She snagged a towel to wipe her face before hanging it around her neck, a hand still on it, her expression curious but very much pleased to see him again.
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With that, he took something out of his coat pocket - an electronic device a little smaller than a Frisbee - and began mounting it on the side of the container. "You're very talented," he commented. "How long have you been training?"
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"I have trained since I was a child in many forms of combat. This is one," Mako says quietly. "And thank you." There's a pause. "What will your little machine do?"
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"You'll see," he replied, shooting her a quick glance before returning to the calibration. It didn't take long; a few seconds more, and he stepped back, the lights on the disc blinking excitedly. Then, all at once, a vibrant blue glow enveloped the crate with an electric hum... and when it receded, the container vanished with it. Qubit looked to Mako for her reaction - it was her first time seeing his teleportals in action, wasn't it? The show-off in him is alive and well.
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"Is it technology based or power based?" she asked, because honestly, the superpowers were pretty much the closest she could see to magic and really, it could be either. "...that is very impressive either way."
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In this case. I mean, he totally could make a portal to another dimension and big enough for Slattern to pass through, if he wanted. And also if the Porter wasn't a thing. But it's an example he knows she'll get, anyway.
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Mako didn't quite know if she was looking for a way out or if she was interested that there might, theoretically be one.
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Not that he'd, like... put any thought into that or anything.
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aww yiss technobabble
"If it were that simple, I'd have solved it already," he replied, after a moment. "The Porter does emit a lot of unique EM radiation, but that's not what causes the interference. My working theory is, its teleport matrix is somehow entangled with mine, at the quantum level. Very subtle, almost undetectable, even if you know what to look for. We're talking about minute disruptions of spin vectors, that sort of scale. Over relatively short ranges, the effects are negligible, but anything more ambitious and the whole thing destabilizes."
Sorry, Mako, this is what happens when you let him talk science. He'd started talking with his hands, too, a little ways into that.
My favorite~
"May I see the data, and perhaps a demonstration of a larger scale destabilization? I would like to see the electromagnetic radiation the Porter emits as well. I think it would be a fascinating project to work on in addition to my current job. Much more scientific. There is, I think, only so much I can do with mecha figurines. I am injecting rudimentary AI systems into them at present."
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He smiled with a raised eyebrow, shifting his weight and resting his hands on his hips. For his own part, he found himself equally impressed by her enthusiasm and amused at her boldness. Her interest certainly didn't sound like passing curiosity. "Mako Mori," he said, "are you making yourself my lab assistant?"
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There was only a second's pause.
"A choice is better than feeling trapped." Her brow wrinkled. "I am not so sure 'lab assistant' is the right word, but when there is one that fits, I will be it if you would like."
I hope this is okay! If not, let me know :>
...I didn't mean to intrude. There isn't much activity in this area, and so I came to investigate once I heard the noise. [A beat.] Your combat skills are impressive.
[Honestly, that's a bit of an understatement. He rarely comes across someone who can move so fluidly between training exercises, and he naturally wanted to observe her technique while he had the chance.]
It's lovely!
Thank you. I had very good instructors. [She gestures as she moves to take her towel to wipe her face.] Someone with talent designed that suit. It looks very balanced.
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[When she mentions her engineering background, Barnaby's eyes brighten.] That's really interesting. Are they on display anywhere?
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[He can at least try to pretend he's not a total nerd.]
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This is...well, I haven't decided. Or it hasn't. [She laughs when the tiny fog horn sounds. Clearly that's a yes.] Do you want to come out and meet a new friend? [Mako asks this in a soft Japanese accent, to which the tiny jaeger crawls up and out of the bag before using its little jets to sit on her shoulder. To keep its balance, it hangs onto her hair...and toots its fog horn once more.]
It must like your armor. Come say hello.