Face The Monsters...

Yu HaMin | 25 | PPDC Marshal

[bubbletea-hun]

kris is either the most embarrassing person alive or a sex god there is no between

[charlesmhunnam]

it’s about compatibility

[notjanine]

[drxfthamin]

Talking about movie monsters in the car yesterday

Dom: I just wanna drop a gremlin in the middle of the ocean. Just to see what happens.

Ella: That's how Kaiju are made, Dominic.

[msaddams]

[hamin-yu]

[drxfthamin]

the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand

[drxftzelo]

Junhong tries not to stare. Really, he does, but he can’t seem to help himself. So he quickly averts his eyes, locks them on the metal post of his bed, and doesn’t dare look back at the marshal.

"I don’t think I’d mind helping you get it off," he says, and he knows that the line he’s walking right now is a very, very thin one, comprised of two letters. He wants to laugh. He doesn’t stop it when the quiet laugh actually comes out.

"I know a couple of people that enjoy looking like faeries, covered in glitter forever. They’re a little more…flamboyant, though."

[drxfthamin]

"I have to admit, some people can pull that off unbelievably well." He lifts his head and looks to the blonde youth whom is sitting on the desk adjacent to his bed. At one moment, he's considering what the younger would look like painted up and decorated to perfection.The next moment, he's regretting giving any thought to the subject at all because damn... he would look perfect. 

The marshal accidentally lets a bit of his amazement slip from his lips without realizing it and drags his tongue slowly across his teeth, letting the tip of it just barely graze his own bottom lip. "Damn..." 

Suddenly the room is very hot, and HaMin realizes that, even though his shirt is already half open, it is not going to be enough to keep him from burning up. He quickly adjusts himself so that he can easily unbutton his shirt the rest of the way and completes his task just as fast. The elder male realizes that his response to Junhong's is completely accurate. "I don't believe that I'd mind that either."

He's a little bit more than nervous now and his palms are just as wet as the rest of his skin, which has started to glisten in the red light of the sunset. HaMin lifts his arm and lays it over his eyes and takes in a shaking breath, because there is no acceptable reason that a PPDC Marshal should be thinking in this way about one of his rangers, and especially not his co-pilot.

The elder male quickly calms himself, since he is more than aware of how bad things could get were he to drive himself into another extreme fit of panic. He brings his hand down to rest on his chest after he steadies his breathing, then lets out a chuckle. He sweeps his hair back slightly and moves himself back and leans against the cool wall, which helps to calm the heat overtaking his body. "I remember making cards and crafts in class when Seungjun and I were little. Every time we would use the glitter, we would end up covered in more of it than the actual crafts." 

HaMin smiled at the fond memory and shook his head. "It was fun though."

[drxfttao-blog]

"Ah? Sorry then. I’ll try to be more relaxed Mar-" He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Hamin. Please forgive me it I continue to call you Marshall. This may take some getting used to." 

He shifted uncomfortably, from foot to foot, then looked down. “I hope you do not mind if I go and use the shower first, si-H-Hamin.” He bowed formally again. “Excuse me.” 

He grabbed a bag on his things and started to shuffle to the shower. He was sweaty and smelly from fighting and sparring all day, his tank still a bit wet with the condensation from his skin. 

[drxfthamin]

"I promise not to reprimand you for calling me Marshal." The elder laughed softly again and took a seat in one of the chairs next to the window. This was one of the little bonuses of being the head of the Busan Shatterdome, more furniture and space. He briefly gazed out the window at the setting sun before directing his attention back to Zitao. "You can continue to call me by my formal title if you wish. The last thing I want is for my copilot to be uncomfortable. Call me anything you like really."

HaMin licked his lips as he considered taking a shower after the younger male. He had taken one earlier in the day, and he hadn't really been involved in any strenuous activity. Though a shower wasn't exactly needed, it would be highly enjoyable. The elder male shook himself from his thoughts and smiled, "Of course I don't mind. Do whatever you like." 

[lesbianrustcohle]

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[drxftzelo]

drxfttao:

[drxfthamin]

Oh, so he was really the only one who didn’t know anything. Long time ago, he would have gotten mad and thrown a fit. Beat up some kids, then get kicked out of school. But he’s an adult now. He’s mature. So instead he folds his arms and pouts slightly. “Are you sure that the other pilot and I will be compatible? I am just wondering.” He unfolds his arms and finds them tempted and controlled by something out of his range of understanding. One hand finds itself on the boy next to him’s hip. It was just the place it seemed to go. Putting it to his side seemed too stiff. He looked at the folders presented to him and gulped. He would learn more about the both of them through these. He licked his lips, finding them suddenly very dry and chapped. A tilt of his head upon hearing the third pilot’s data was limited. He wanted to know more though. He couldn’t understand why that would be that he wouldn’t get to know everything now. They would be combining their minds so why not? Regardless of the internal conflict, Zitao took the folders with both hands, bowing to him once he received them, then standing up straight again to look at the yellowish color of the folders, tempted to just take a peek inside now, to know who it is. But he resisted that temptation and listened intently to his superior officer. “The first drift.” Zitao mouthed, then gulped. He hadn’t actually drifted before, but the look on the Marshall’s face made it seem that maybe it was just as scary as people had said it was. He held to the folders tighter, paper crinkling under the pressure of his fingers. Zitao clinked his heels and bowed, a formal ninety degrees, calling out a ‘yes sir’ and standing once again, holding the papers to his chest looking more like a child then a Jaeger pilot. His eyes were wide and the smile just barely tickled his lips and his thumbs rubbed over the paper in his hands.  "Are we dismissed sir?" He asked, licking his lips again. 

Junhong takes both folders in one hand, mentally reminding himself to read them later. To be honest, he prefers talking to reading, when it comes to things like this. He can openly discuss which rabbits to avoid following when they’re drifting, instead of just assuming things based on profiles.

But he nods curtly at their marshal and uses the folders in his hand to salute before it falls back to his side, while his other hand remains attached to Zitao via a finger through a belt loop, as if he’s afraid the other will scurry away without him. And, though it’s just a little, he is.

"Yes, Sir," he’s not as loud as his co-pilot, and his bow is very slight, just enough to show a small semblance of respect, but he’s not exactly concerned with being formal, "Understood."

He lets his copilot finish before he springs a question of his own. It’s now or never, since HaMin seems intent on getting back to whatever he had been doing before the sparring matches.

"And when are we moving our stuff? We’re supposed to bunk together, right?"

He’s not sure how it’ll work, three rangers in a room. He’s only ever had one roommate, and the housing in the Shatterdome isn’t very spacious. Perhaps, since they’re a special case, their room will be bigger. But he isn’t banking on it. Why would their superiors be so considerate? Then again, since their third member is a little more important than they are… He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he does imagine actually having room to move around. It excites him. Maybe he’ll be able to let Sunja out of her tank.

Vaguely, he wonders if maybe he should mention that he has a pet. He’s not entirely sure it’s on his profile, since he didn’t go through his superiors to get her. Nah - they’ll find out eventually.

After nodding slightly to show that he had acknowledged their responses, HaMin turned slightly to the side and held a hand out in the direction of the corridor he had been standing in front of earlier. "Yes, that is correct. You will be bunking together. You have two hours and thirty minutes to move your belongings from you current quarters to room MQ001, which is through that corridor and all the way down at the left end of the hall. A short time after you are completely settled in, you will meet your third co-pilot. You will have a few minutes to look over your folders before he arrives. If you like, I can meet you here and show you to your room." 

The marshal trusted that the younger male's would be able to find their way to the room, but he figured that he would offer his help just in case it was needed. 

Finally, the elder male registered Zitao's voice and replied. "Yes. It is rather simple really. It's similar to the Law of Detachment in mathematics, which states that if A equals B, and B equals C, then A equals C. So, if you are compatible with Junhong, and Junhong is compatible with the third pilot, then you are thereby drift compatible with the third pilot. I have no doubt that you will be compatible." HaMin used his hands to visually demonstrate his explanation, a habit he had kept since he was younger. He had always liked talking with his hands as he spoke.

"And in response to your second question..." HaMin spoke as he straightened himself and looked back at both of them. "You are dismissed." With a smooth turn on his heel, the elder started up the small set of gray stone stairs that led up into the corridor. He turned his head back and glanced at them once more. "Remember! Two hours and thirty minutes! Do not be late!" This was his last command as he turned to the left and proceeded back to his (and soon to be theirs as well) quarters.

[drxfttao-blog]

"No, I am sure as well. We’re drift compatible." Zitao says, smiling. He was hoping the other would call out on him. He faced the Marshall, trying to hold back the smile that he wanted to make. He stood relaxed under the boy’s grip. Drift compatible. It kept ringing in his ears. He never really thought about a drift compatible partner before. He folded his hands in front of him, glancing over at the other’s smile before breaking into his own. He couldn’t help it. He looked over his shoulder as he watched the other personal slip out of the room and back off to their duties. He almost turned to go when the Marshall addressed his again. Zitao stood at attention, hands folding in front of his as he squared his knees. "Third-" He sputtered blinking. He didn’t know that. He didn’t even know they needed a third pilot. He stood, stunned in silence for a few minutes. "The third pilot." He was too stunned by the fact that he may have to see if he the third pilot was compatible as well. He blinked a few times, his mouth hanging open. He could learn who the third was now, see what their fighting style was. Everything he needed to know… But he found that, he almost didn’t want to. But curiosity was driving him as well. He looked to the boy, his co pilot he noted with enthusiasm, for guidance. "What do you say, co-pilot?" He laughed breathily. 

[drxftzelo]

Junhong isn’t usually one for skinship. He isn’t the one to instigate it, more like, because he usually finds himself folding under the touch of someone else. Hugs, pats, just touching in general, he’s usually a little averse to. But he lets people do these things because that’s what normal people do.

Right now, though, he finds himself hanging on to Zitao without thinking. And instinct tells him to move forward and cling to HaMin, too, but he doesn’t. HaMin is the marshal and Junhong is not technically ranked high enough to be that friendly, no matter what the circumstance.

His smile doesn’t fade, doesn’t dim. If anything, the utterance of “co-pilot” from the man beside him brightens it.

He wants to laugh again, out loud. He already knows who their third teammate is. He’d had to fight him to get onto the Nox Zero team, after all. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise; Zitao is the only one out of the loop and he’ll tell him later that he’d already known, but for now he’s going to humor the assumption that they’re both in the dark.

So he nods, and looks to their superior.

"Go ahead."

[drxfthamin]

"Yes, you heard that right. This particular Jaegar has three pilots." Seeing the nervousness making itself evident in Zitao's visage, the Marshal decided that it would be best to let him know what the circumstances for the third pilot were. "Don't worry. You won't have to fight him. He's already been proven to be drift compatible with Junhong, therefore, he is compatible with you." 

HaMin plucked two folders from the top of the stack of four and held them out to Zitao. He then held the other two out to Junhong. "These folders contain information on both of you. Zitao, you have Junhong's folder, and Junhong, you have Zitao's. You both have a copy of the information on your third copilot, though... That information is limited, somewhat." The elder was well aware that Junhong already knew the identity of the third pilot, but it pleased him to see that he played along anyway. A copy of the Marshal's own folder was the second folder in both of their hands. 

HaMin had been very selective in which information he wanted to place in the folder that he would share with his co-pilots. The rest of the information would have to be revealed after he knew them both better. He only left in the basics. Everything that he would tell to someone he didn't know very well yet. "In those folders you will find the identity of your third co-pilot, as promised. You will also find information relating to his or her past and life up until this point. This will allow you to be better prepared for the first drift and will decrease the likelihood of getting caught in a past memory, which is more dangerous than it may seem." His words came out in a calm manner, but his countenance and eyes revealed that he had seen terrible things happen before in a similar situation. 

"I want you to know these folders forward and back. Do I make myself clear?" He looked to both of them once again and waited once again for an acknowledgement. 

[drxftzelo]

"Absolutely," Junhong affirms, half-smiling as he picks away a few pieces that had stuck to his hands. He’ll have to get it all off of the floor later, but for now he doesn’t worry about it.

"I was going to use that, actually. You don’t have any idea how hard it is to find it around here, though."

He pouts, just a little, and sits himself down on one of the desks against the wall by the door, despite the fact that there are three perfectly good beds to sit on only a few feet away. He’s thankful that the Busan branch is one of the better-furnished ones.

"I think it’s a special occasion, considering how long it took you."

[drxfthamin]

"I suppose you're right. Glitter isn't exactly Jaegar constructing material. I'm glad you couldn't find it, to be honest. I'd be scraping the sparkles off of me for months to come." HaMin starts to slip each of the golden buttons on his jacket back through the slit that holds them in place and keeps the jacket closed. "No one likes 5 month old glitter on their hands, at least, I don't believe they do."

HaMin quickly pulls off his jacket arm by arm and hangs it up before beginning to unbutton his shirt. He didn't finish unbuttoning his shirt, however, before he sat down on the bed behind him. Half of his shirt hung open off of his chest, while the other half remained tight against his abdomen. "It did take me quite a while I must admit."

[drxftzelo]

drxfthamin started following you

He throws confetti at your face and whistles.

"Finally."

[drxfthamin]

"Is this really such a momentous occasion that we need confetti and whistles in our quarters?" A light chuckle escapes his lips as he sweeps the confetti off of his coat jacket. "I hope you don't have glitter, because that is the most difficult thing to remove from clothing to ever exist."

[drxfttao-blog]

Zitao swallowed and bowed his head, folding his hands behind his head and nodding. “Sorry Marshall. I did not consider your previous commitments. I understand and I apologize for my previously rude behavior.” He clicked his heels together and bowed from his waist, a perfect ninety degree angle. 

[drxfthamin]

The elder patted the other on the back and breathed in an odd way that sounded like a combination of laughter and a sigh. "Rude? Nah. I don't like being serious all of the time. Puts a rather large downer on things." He turned and walked toward the closet and began to unbutton his coat so that he could hang it up. 

"Though it may not seem like it, I do like at least a little bit of friendship and happiness in my life." Even though it's hard to achieve that goal sometimes, HaMin thought to himself. "Oh, and call me HaMin. You're going to hear my real name in my memories when we drift so there's no use in calling me 'Marshal.'" The elder cleared his throat and turned to the other as he shrugged off his coat, smiling. 

[voektaya-deactivated20150221]

🎶Walking fast

[drxfttao-blog]

"Yeah well, you didn’t have to keep we waiting." He pouted, kicking his feet slightly. 

[drxfthamin]

"Well what happens if I have work to do?" The Marshal asks curiously as he pulls off his gloves finger by finger. "Even though I am your co-pilot, I am also the head of the Busan Shatterdome. I have other pilots to match all day, even if they aren't as entertaining as being here." He laughs again and pulls off his other glove, laying them neatly to the side on his bedside table.