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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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"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."