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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.
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.