I build the Heros

I wanted to be Jaeger pilot but I had no one to drift with. So I became an Engineer. Without me, There would be no robots. So, There would be no Heroes. Now, the Kaiju are back. And we fight again. [Pacific Rim OC] [FC: Gwendoline Christie]

[interceptorflygirl]

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     It had been a long day. The flight, settling in, the announcements for the following days actions… all she wanted was sleep, but before that could happen she had to clear her head.

Not so long ago she’d thought she would never have to go through these evals again. But things have changed once more, and this time things were different. She was older and she had been in this situation before, just a bit more optimistic.

        She heard sounds from inside of the training room. Someone was working with a punching bag. Jo, pushed the door open and watched the woman a moment. She was… tall. Well in comparison to her everyone was tall, to be honest. Her lacking height had given her problems on every step of her career. It wouldn’t be different this time.

     Jo grinned when the woman stopped her training. “Lurking? I don’t think that’s the right expression. But obviously it’s not too late for you either.”

[belluaartifex]

     She smiled, spinning around to face the voice. She'd been meeting more and more new people ever since the rumours started. "I guess I'm not the only one around who can't sleep."

     She took a deep breath and sighed, her hands numb from the punching bad as she tried to shake the life back into them.

                          "Are you a pilot?" 

        A bit of that Jaeger Fly intuition seeping through. You could almost tell who was a Ranger and who wasn't. She undid the bandages and padding around her hands, watching the pilot with a small smile. "I'm Mahaut. Engineer."

[belluaartifex]

So your sister pretty much shattered your dreams of becoming a pilot? Harsh.

     ”Doreen wanted the best for me and seeing me get into a Jaeger every time one of those big Kaiju threatened our shores, I could see in her eyes she didn’t want me to go near a Jaeger.

                         She never told me why, she just refused.

          But I knew why. She didn’t want to stand in black and tell my dad that everything’s alright… If you catch my drift.

    More-or-less she stopped me from being an idiot.”

[meggcs]

An Endless List of People (in no particular order) | Rachel Weisz

[inboxideas]

Your character gets stuck in an elevator with mine. What do they do?

[asksylar]

[onceliberated-deactivated201310]

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       [ Silence — the Kaiju were eliminated. ]

                        Or so he believed…

      H o r r e n d o u s. The pilot felt weighed down by imaginary chains, threatening to drag him to the depths of the ocean where boredom lurked. Maybe that was the word — boredom. Multitudes of people still worked on the Jaegers, however. On one hand, the king’s protector pondered: where do the pilots go? ‘Hell?' That's a possibility. Jaeger pilots sign an imaginary contract with demons and if one were to perish in battle, they'll great Death like an old friend.

                      — A [hand shake] and one gentle push   down   to   Hell.

      No surprise that the man found himself meandering through the halls, examining walls and people whose faces were of pure joy. A part of him was relieved for the Kaiju to be permanently gone for good; forever sealed beneath the Pacific ocean’s floor. Bishop dared never to utter his longing for their destruction — a reason to take flight. Wings replaced with bloody, skeletal remains. Too weak to spread and protect mankind once again.

      ”Don’t mind me. M’simply wanderin’ ‘round since ta’ Kaiju are gone fer’ good." Tone of voice filled with doubt and the same frigidness many people knew, if not for a naturally honorable way of executing his orders in the past. "I hope ye’ or any person is takin’ special care of Victor Brave.”

[belluaartifex]

   "I guess I'm not the only one out of the loop." She muttered, the rumours flowing through her head about the second breach. At least she wasn't the only one who hadn't heard the big news, though she still refused to believe it. "Apparently the Kaiju aren't as dead as we thought."

             "Victor Brave?"

    She frowned, pulling away from her work, twisting around to look at the man behind her. He looked like a familiar face, but not one she'd talked to before. Only a mere passing in the hallways of the dome. "I may have worked on her at one point. She's a beauty that one. Why? Are you her pilot?"

[lunaconrad-deactivated20131216]

TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.

[belluaartifex]

Please preface questions with “Truth.”

[justafarmgirl]

Visit Original Link

[musicforwriters]

Crooked Fingers // Sad Love

So shut your angry eyes cause there ain’t nothing here to see It’s sad enough they called the bluff on all these lying dreams That creep through the night where even the slightest defect is exposed To leave us only half asleep so we can watch the curtain close

On this sad love cast in blue What’s good for me ain’t good for you They say it all depends But open hearts might make you bleed But let your blood flow wild and free To leave you wondering if and when Another one could come again.

[ladysilverfist]

Send my character a hurtful truth and see how they react to it.

[hivehunter-deactivated20131002]

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     In his spare him Daniel would find solace in wandering the great dome and gazing upon the marvels that it contained. Hercuelean pieces of equipment that could dispense an ungodly amount of damage. And yet, it was being used by a united force. A force composed of varied races and personalities. That was what astonished him.

    Lost among the sea of gears and his own dreaming him, he was brought back by the voice of an engineer.

     ”Hm?" Both ash blond brows rose coupled with the vocal response.

     ”O’, no. Sorry, I just —" Cessation in speech followed by the uplift of the edges of his mouth to quirk into a smile. Friendly. Amiable. Natural response to anyone who had engaged the pilot in friendly conversation.

     ”I was just looking at all the things around here an’ didn’ notice myself gettin’ lost." Crown swiveled to look about the compound then back at the engineer. "I’m not in the way of something am I?" God, he felt like he was most of his time here. That’s partially why he felt so at home in his own room or in the mess hall. He was just a pilot. Took orders and executed them. Much any soldier.

[belluaartifex]

    At least it wasn't another job. She ceased in her work, turning around to see who'd stumbled this far. Though she wasn't surprised to find it was a pilot and not an engineer. "No need to apologize. Can't stop someone from enjoying the view." She smiled warmly, finding a rag in her tool kit to wipe the oil off of her hands.

          "No, you're fine. We don't get many of you guys up here checking out the pretty gadgets often. I'm Mahaut, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

    Her 'Jaeger Fly' attitude had all but disappeared. No more acting like a groupie around pilots, it just wasn't professional. 

[belluaartifex]

[belluaartifex]

onceliberated

hivehunter

    Even though the Jaegers certainly weren't getting any more wrecked because of the lack of Kaiju, the work didn't stop. Still a 6 o'clock start and up to the steel landings around the Jaeger constructions where other engineers like her worked. Most of them steered clear of the apparent giant woman they didn't dare talk to, though she still smiled at them as she passed to her section for the day, getting settled in for another day of work.

    Though you could never escape interruptions in this sort of job. Either someone with something broken and need something lifted or a gawker. Always one of them. She'd only just gotten her hands dirty, already covered in oil,  to hear footsteps behind her. She didn't turn around, keeping herself busy with the job at hand.

               "Can I help you? I only just got here so you might have to put any heavy lifting on the waiting list."

[aedificatormonstrum]

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    The last couple of days had been stressful, even more so than your usual stress of designing and modifying 250 ft Jaegers. The roof was always a quiet place, no-one really came up here unless you were rocking a parka and very thick socks. He had his head bowed as he strode across the Shatterdome roof, only to stop dead in his tracks when a woman’s voice ripped him from his thoughts.

    “I suppose it is, yeah,” he agreed, voice barely above a mumble as he stepped up to where she was stood and pulled his hands out of his coat pockets. Tim anchored his body forward, forearms propped on the railings to support him as he peered down to the fierce waves below. 

   ”I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” The engineer twisted his body a little so he can offer his right hand. “Name’s Optimus— or just Tim. People usually go with Tim since it’s less of a mouthful and it won’t sound weird when you shout it across a crowded cafeteria.” He’s speaking from personal experience.

[belluaartifex]

    More new faces. It was always good to see them. "I haven't seen you around either. I'm Mahaut. Some call me Mama Mo though." She twisted around to look at Tim, her large Swedish trench coat making her look larger than she actually was, though at 6ft 2 already it was hard not to look like a giant.

    "Optimus? Like the big robot? Very cool." She chuckled, nodding and looking back at the turbulent ocean and horizon. Though there wasn't much to see. The sky looked like the sea and the sea looked like the sky. Only one had twinkling stars. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tim. I'm an Engineer, though more-or-less on the rougher work."

    "You look like a smart man. K-science? LOCCENT mission controller? I really cannot tell." It was the truth. Sometimes she could read people like a book. But other times, it's like they were a granite slate completely devoid of any outward hints to who they are or what they do. Though with a nickname like Optimus you'd think they were a huge robot lover.

[belluaartifex]

precisionengineer 

jotrenson 

    Being a heavy engineer meant the heavy lifting certainly kept you fit at times, but the lack of work had started to show, the training room Mahaut's next place to keep her skill in check. She'd come down late, after finding she couldn't get to sleep after some disturbing rumours she'd caught wind of. Finally she'd gone to the trouble of finding an English paper and reading up on current happenings and it certainly wasn't pretty.

    She threw trained punches at the punching bag she'd found, sweat forming on her the more she worked at it. It wasn't like she was doing it for the first time, she'd trained. Before she became an engineer there was her other dream, which needed strength and agility. She'd worked diligently just to be knocked back because she wasn't compatible with anyone.

                                 Bullshit.

   She threw and extra hard punch, making the bag swing back. She caught it between her hands when it came back at her and steadying it, hearing footsteps enter the training room.

           "It's a bit late to be lurking, don't you think?"

[belluaartifex]

widerthansky

tendofuckingchoi

aedificatormonstrum

    The German hadn't had much excitement really, only a few jobs here and there, meeting a few pilots and even talking to the ever so famous Chuck Hansen, but it seemed normal to her. The Jaeger Fly attitude was fading the more she wandered the halls and actually got to know more people.

    She stood on the shatterdome roof, leaning on the railing with a trench coat over her shoulders and watching the sea below. The sky had cleared up and only a few clouds dotted the horizon luckily, making it easy to see the stars. She was picking out the constellations, finding all the ones she was taught as a little girl.

      Though the footsteps behind her made her stop to look over her shoulder, not expecting many to be around at this time of night. Though you just never knew in this sort of place.

            "Nice night for it."

[takethexshot]

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      “It takes a lotta’ concentration ta’ stare off in the distance and listen to Black Sabbath.” He’s joking— or trying. There’s a pause and then Chuck shrugs and removes his ear piece to let it hang over his shoulder, blue eyes sticking to the woman. He’s tired; didn’t get much sleep but, at this point, he wasn’t surprised. He might as well get bags tattooed under his eyes at this point.       “His name is Max, ya’ can pet him.”     A shrug, a whistle and he jerks his head towards her. Instantly, Max is up and waddling over to her with an excited wag of the tail before sitting at her feet. 

[belluaartifex]

    "Oh yes, I wouldn't want to distract you from the rock." She couldn't help but throw a little sarcasm in there. It was just her nature to be cheeky, though the recollection that Chuck was a pilot made her regret it.

     Though she couldn't help but notice he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Weeks even, though that may have exagerrated it a little. Either way, he looked wrecked. She knelt down to pet Max, rubbing behind his ears before her curiosity got the best of her.

        "You look tired... Have you been having a bad few weeks?"

[solitaryranger]

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           The easiest way to ruin whatever good mood Enver had found himself was to tell him there was no food. Ugh. All that way for nothing. Of course, that wouldn’t exactly stop him from searching, at least for a little while. Sometimes, a man just had to listen to his gut— less instinct, more I’m fucking hungry. He didn’t offer much by way of response to the woman who had spoken, at least not until he’d found something to eat. 

           It wasn’t much, but bread was bread and it would fill at least a tiny portion of the hole in his gut.

           "Found something!" he told her, sounding just a little self-satisfied. He only hesitated briefly before deciding he should at least try and be social, and then wandered on over as though she had something interesting going on. Nobody ever did but, then again, he’d listened to a certain somebody talk on and on for hours about things he didn’t care for. His new co-pilot wasn’t much better either.

           "Guess I’m just a lucky bastard, aren’t I?" he snorted, taking another bite of bread. Wasn’t the nicest in the world, but it’d do. "Name’s Enver," he said through a mouthful. Ah, at least he was working on those people skills. "I can fuck off if you’re busy, but—" He shrugged. "Company’s not so bad."

[belluaartifex]

         "That is good. Though I do not think it would be fresh."

     She chuckled, looking at Enver with an eyebrow raised, tapping her pen on her book. At least there was something here, though how fresh it would be is something of debate. Anything left behind is usually deadly, in a metaphorical way. Though the bread man certainly wasn't a face she'd seen before around the 'Dome. But it was easy to miss a face.

                          Now she'd know another.

       "You may not be so lucky when you have your head in a toilet, spilling your guts." It was obvious on Enver's face that he wasn't enjoying his new-found meal. "My name is Mahaut. It is a pleasure to meet you Enver."

    The sudden strong language surprised her a little but no one could be judged harshly after they'd only just introduced themselves. She smiled warmly and swung her legs off of the seat to straddle it, making room for him, sitting her log book and pen aside.

         "I agree. Company is a welcomed thing. I have not seen your face before, though it might be because I am an engineer. What do you do around here?"

[belluaartifex]

misdrift

silverbulletstare

southerncomforted

solitaryranger 

    The cafeteria was quiet as the German engineer sat against a wall with her feet up on the chair, working on her log book and getting it up to date. It wasn't exactly hard considering all she'd done since the Breach closed was maintenance and repairing the clean-up Jaegers. Her father had even gone to the trouble of going on holidays rather than sulk around the Shatterdome until something exciting happened.

      Though rumours spread quickly when you were around the gossip. According to some there was a second Breach opening, though she'd heard nothing about it. It worried her, but it certainly meant more work and no loss of employment.

       The echoing footsteps of someone entering the Cafeteria made her look up, twirling her pen around her thumb, seeing who'd be around at this hour. Not many people wandered around here when there was no food to be served.

            "Bit late for food."

    She called out, smiling slightly as she looked back down at her log book, still twirling the pen around her thumb.

            "All of good food is gone. Good luck finding some."