a ringing voice

Rin Amamiya, LOCCENT Mission Controller, at your service. Oh, don't mind the busybodyness -- that's just part of the package. [Indie Pacific Rim RP. Flexible timeline. Open to any and all characters! ]

[gerentisarma]

   ”What? Oh— yeah, crap.”             The only thing that saves the books and either of them having to suffer the loud sound of toppling hardbacks (and Teddy’s over all embarrassment) is the technicians reflexes, his arm shooting out to catch them and he twists around to lean them against his chest, chin settling on top. Teddy moves to place them somewhere safer before turning to the newcomer, a apologetic and sheepish smile on his face.        ”Oh— well— here it is. Not that fancy— really messy. Sorry I— I’m usually cleaner than this? But busy busy and all that—” A pause, he clears his throat, then rubs the back of his head.               “I’m Teddy.”

[aringingvoice]

   Rin watched the man in action, and she had to admit, she was impressed by his fast reflexes. She let out a whistle as he managed to maneuver himself just in time to keep everything from tumbling to the floor in one big mess. "Nice catch."

   And it was kind of cute, how flustered he seemed to be about the mess and his room. She let out a little laugh, and the corners of her eyes crinkled as she did so. "No worries. I shouldn't have so rudely interrupted you. Sorry about that," she told him sincerely. It was a bit rude, after all.

   "Hello, Teddy. I'm Rin." She extended one hand out to him for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet the new Head Weapons Specialist."

[solitaryranger]

           ”I’m pretty sure it’d be worth it,” he shrugs. "I don’t have anything against smiling, I just don’t have any reason to. And nobody makes the effort, so."

[aringingvoice]

Rin had the strange urge to pout at that statement, but managed not to because she was a grown ass adult. "Well, that just makes me think we need a Shatterdome stand-up comedy night."

[gerentisarma]

  Somewhere, in the confines of the Hong Kong Shatterdome there is a room. Outside that room there is a sign that says ‘Head Weapons Specialist’ but no name. There is no name because Teddy had believed the world was safe and left.                Then the world was pushed into a panic.     Then Teddy (or rather Red) heard that his ‘good old’ friend Hannibal Chau was funding the place on the request and deal of one of their scientists. Teddy was not happy. He was not happy because no one called him. The man who designed most of the glorious weapons all these large and in charge mechs carry.      He was offended.                  He was also back now, scribbling furiously on some paper as he drew up specs for new weapons. Three cups of coffee sat beside him, two empty, and one half gone. Beside him also sat a Flash figurine (whose leg looked… bandaged?), Red Hood, and Iron Man.There was also the newest issue of Batman sprawled out in his lap but shhh, he’s doing his work— honestly.        Then his door open and Teddy perks his head up over a stack of books. “Hold— hold on— hold—” He has to stumble to get out from behind his desk, almost falling over and taking the books with him. Then, he’s straightening and clearing his throat while fixing his tie. “Yes— hi, hey, hello— can I help you?”

[aringingvoice]

   Wandering the halls -- it was one of Rin's strange hobbies. Well, okay, the aim wasn't really wandering as much as it was just walking around and memorizing the layout of the place with her own feet and her own eyes. Who knew when that could come in handy, right?

   Which is how she ended up in front of a room labeled "Head Weapons Specialist" with no name. Curious. She wasn't sure if the room was actually in use, to be honest. She hadn't memorized all of the people at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, after all. Yet.

   But there wasn't a name, so she assumed that it was unoccupied, which is why she opened the door. She blinked in surprise when it turned out, hey -- it was occupied! Whoops. But nothing wrong with meeting new people.

   "Oh, I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to disturb you," she apologized as her eyes did a quick sweep of the room and then settled back on him. "I was just curious what was behind this door, since I wasn't sure if it was occupied," she said honestly.

   She glanced over at the books he almost knocked over with a concerned look. "Uh, those look rather precariously perched..." she pointed out, even as one book started to tip over the desk.

[aringingvoice]

wake up, sleeping beauty // raleigh and rin

Rin was very, very quiet in her movements as she maneuvered around Raleigh and Yancy's room, trying to refrain from waking her target. She perched herself next to the bottom bunk, a grin slowly spreading across her face as she looked at the peacefully sleeping form of one Raleigh Becket.

Of course, now that Rin was here, that was going to soon change.

Luckily for her, he was sleeping with his mouth open at the moment, which made for a pretty adorable sight. Holding back a laugh, she carefully bent over Raleigh as she held a small sphere in her fingers, before she gently placed it in his mouth. She then sat back, still next to the bed with her chin in her hands.

Nothing like being woken up with a piece of extra spicy jalapeno candy in the morning, right?

[hadnochoice]

    The second he spotted Rin walk into the cafeteria he stood up, leaning on the edge of the table so he didn’t have to put pressure on his leg. He smothered the stinging in his leg with rage, wanting to get his cane back and make Newton’s life hell. At least for a day.

        “I’m fine. I’ll show him a thing or two when I get my hands on him. He and his gang of culprits are acting like children. I can tell you right now that Chuck will be involved as well. When is he not involved.”

        He hesitated for a moment, realizing he wouldn’t make it without a cane. He’d need to make do with something else. “Would you know where I could get another cane or at least a stick?”

[aringingvoice]

   She had to laugh a little when he sounded so sure that Chuck was involved somehow. Rin had no idea if he was, but she figured she'd at least stick around to make sure that part 2 of what had happened last time Chuck and Hermann had fought didn't happen again.

   "It looks like you have this all figured out," she told him, looking amused. Apparently his mathematician senses were fully functional and tingling. "Well, when it at least comes to who's behind it, anyway." They'd still have to find them first.

   Rin paused, looking thoughtful at his inquiry. "Hm." Tap of a finger against her chin. "I can't say for sure, but maybe the hangar? There might be something there we could use as a temporary replacement until we get your cane back." And Hermann would; she had no doubts about that. She hesitated for a moment before offering her arm -- she wasn't sure he would take it, but she could at least try.

[aringingvoice]

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[igottachimein-deactivated201401]

                          3:46 AM.                                 Nightmares were a bitch.      It wasn’t the first time his sleep was disturbed by something a little gruesome, but it was the first he’d woken up with a shout on his lips. It was probably only his optimism that supplied with ease that three minutes after it’d happened and his door wasn’t being beaten down meant no one had heard.              If only he could get the tremor out of his hand, and his breathing back to normal.

[aringingvoice]

   Occasionally, Rin was known to keep odd hours. Sometimes, that entailed wandering the halls at odd hours, just taking in the quietness of the usually bustling Shatterdome. But that quiet was interrupted that night by a shout, and her head snapped in the direction where it came from, her feet already taking her in the direction of the source of the sound.

   There were no further shouts from the room in question, but it was better to be safe than sorry, right? So she raised her hand, knocking on the door.

   "You all right in there?"

[hadnochoice]

              “I’ll be murdering Newton on sight.”

     He was beyond calming down, suspicious and wary looks from people in the halls as the mathematician used the walls to walk properly, even though it still hurt. Though non one dared stare for too long in risk of getting the German more angry.

                       Newton was a dead man walking.

         The second he got to the cafeteria he slumped down onto a chair, his leg stinging as he winced. A few people lurking in the room stared at Hermann, getting a deadly glare back from him and dispersing.

                  No one wanted to mess with an enraged German.

[aringingvoice]

   "Remember to actually get the cane from him before you do," she chimed in as a helpful reminder. After all, that was what this whole thing was all about. Also, it was kind of hilarious that Hermann was so secure in his knowledge about the culprit, but then again, Rin couldn't exactly dispute him.

   She set a brisk pace down the hallway, and she made it to the cafeteria in no time. She paused for a moment when she spotted Hermann, a look of concern on her face despite the anger that was radiating off of him. It couldn't be comfortable to be walking without a cane, and that worried her more than the anger did, but hopefully she could help somehow.

   "How are you holding up?" she asked as she approached him. "Don't want you pushing yourself too hard before you have the satisfaction of catching the culprit," she added, keeping it lighthearted.

[hadnochoice]

    He moved around the walls of his room as he talked, already furious and all of the apparent fatigue from previously evaporating. 

              “My cane, it’s been taken. I have a pretty good feeling it’s Newton and his band of idiots. I’ll need help finding them and getting my cane back. I’ll meet you on the way to the cafeteria.”

        He’d been able to at least get half dressed, putting his parka over his t-shirt, already heading for the door.

                 ”I’m fine but when I find Newton he’s going to have that cane shov—”

         He’d pulled the phone away from his ear and practically yelled the threat, it only just audible as he pulled the door open.

              Newton was going to regret ever taking Hermann’s cane

[aringingvoice]

   Yep, Hermann sounded angry. Which Rin couldn't really fault him for, considering that Newton had apparently stolen his cane. Not cool, man. Not cool. With her phone still on one ear, she grabbed her own jacket and threw it on.

   "I trust your instincts," she told him, and honestly, it wasn't too far-fetched of an idea. "I'm on my way." She was already mostly dressed, anyway. She took one last sip of her coffee before she stood up.

   -- She almost spewed coffee all over everything at Hermann's cursing. It wasn't everyday that one heard a threat like that coming from the man. She hid her laughter behind her hand. It was nice knowing you while it lasted, Newton. Rest in peace.

   "I'll see you soon, Hermann. Try not to burst a blood vessel until then." And with that, she left her room to go meet up with said scientist.

[hadnochoice]

    Something was off. Hermann could feel that something in his room had been touched, making him turn over in his bed and reach for his cane.

             But his hand touched air.

                                    His cane was gone.

                                                               Newton.

     He stood, using the wall to support himself, reaching for his phone and sending a quick message to Newton, knowing it would scare him witless and get him running.

            H to N: You're dead when I find you.

      He didn’t have a cane and had no way of quickly getting around. Though there one person he knew he could rely on. Dailing in the number, he put the phone to his ear and waited for an answer.

                    “Rin. I’m in need of your assistance.”

[aringingvoice]

   When her phone rang, displaying Hermann's name, she picked it up without a second thought. "Hey Hermann," she greeted him cheerfully before she took a sip from her coffee mug. Mm, roasted coffee goodness.

   Her brows furrowed in puzzlement, though, when she heard his voice and his words. "Of course," she said without missing a beat. She wasn't one to deny someone help if they asked for it. Well, unless they had seriously pissed her off, which Hermann hadn't.

   "What's the matter? Are you all right?" she asked, sounding worried as she put her mug down, already getting ready to head to where ever she was needed.

[aringingvoice]

[ So apparently the word of the day was "dicks"? 

Also Raleigh, don't lie about Yancy. ]

[aringingvoice]

Where have all the good Australian gone And where are all the pilots? Where’s the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn’t there a former soldier upon a giant jaeger? Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a Herc I’m holding out for a Herc ‘til the end of the night He’s gotta be Australian And he’s gotta be Chuck’s dad And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a Herc

[aringingvoice]

[startravelling]

This is not just an rp blog.

[aringingvoice]

This is an ask blog, as well. As in, come into my askbox, anon or not, and talk to my character. I am always open for conversation.

[gallifreyan-angel]

Reblog this if it's ok for my muse to send texts to your muse, even if they've never interacted. Some really great friendships start with the wrong numbers after all..

[fionawooon]

Found a very funny point! I really like this guy.