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“Today there is not a man nor woman in here that shall stand alone. Not today. Today we face the monsters that are at our door, and bring the fight to them. Today, we are cancelling the apocalypse!”

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what happened to your real mother? your true father. was the khan their benefactor too? how do you serve the monster who slew your brethren and call him father?

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“Listen--- do not worry about it. I am not upset,” it was just a cup of tea, and not very good one, that. Had it been warmer, perhaps his reaction would have been otherwise. He could not afford any damage to his self. Not now. That is why he smiles, shaking his head as his eyes meet the ceiling instead of his companion. “Really.”

It is a jab he hopes makes her feel the slightest relieved. Relaxed. The tension that she holds the papers with, he swears she’s going to squeeze the folder until it bursts again. But it does not surprise him. Little does he know about her, and he swears he can foresee her every reaction, every little slip. So, Dimas shrugs, and finally turns to her. 

“Dimas. A ranger. I would offer you my hand, but,” a single glance at the folder is enough to complete the rest of the sentence.  

“So, geologist?” He knows what she means, but frankly, had not heard of any geologist with them so far--- granted, K-Science is a division he keeps away from ( not entirely on purpose ) and the only contact with it falls solely on his annoying bunkmate. The boy speaks enough of the Kaiju for him to be well-versed on them, even if he pretends not to listen most of the time.

“Hope you don’t mind me asking. Tell me to shut up if you want to.”

She makes sure to hold the papers close to her chest, arms wrapping around herself like a straitjacket ( just as tightly as one too ). She was definitely not going to take anymore chances with them. She shakes her head when he answers her question, and a brief laugh escapes her lips.

“ Geez, of course it’s opposite of Hong Kong, because how could it not be? ” she says, her tone thick with sarcasm before she continues, “ It’s just a force of habit for me to go the other way from LOCCENT, and I’ve been walking in circles. ” She knew full well she was making this out to be a sore first impression, building herself up to be a clumsy, babbling idiot in the span of five minutes. It’s probably a new record.

She feels even worse when she remembers the styrofoam cup of tea he mentions, and she so clearly ruined that. She’s nonetheless relieved that she was apparently not far from her destination, and the fact that she gets at least a few more minutes to alter his probable negative view on her. For a few moments she walks in silence next to him before she sputters out her inarticulate apology.

“ I’m really sorry about that. About the tea I mean. Like, really really sorry. ” she contemplates adding another ‘really’ in there, but three seemed like a sufficient number. “ I’m Scotia, by the way, ” because now seemed as good a time as any to actually introduce herself, even if her path in the future would likely not converge with his again. Well, if this continues in a pathetic direction for her she wants to bank on that being the case. “ I’m a geologist for K-Science. ”

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Dimas couldn’t help it, as a quiet laugh suddenly bubbled up his throat, then he rolled his eyes. Ridiculous. And she was making it even better. “Trust me, it is not only my interest in the knife thing. Anyone who would have seen what you did would be pretty fascinated or concerned.” Or, the obvious, scared. “I mean, do you think it is a normal sight, what you did?”

She does not need to answer or think long about it, or so he hopes. “But--- if you are that wary of needles, then it is understandable.” Hard to deal with, probably; medical examinations are a constant when you are a potential Jaeger pilot. The hell she must be going through. Only a small pang of sympathy flares in Dimas, and it is gone as soon as it appears, almost as a reflex. 

“If I was you though, I’d probably be careful. You don’t want getting in trouble. You know how strict and silly people might get around here.”

“Oh” she looked down at herself, as if checking to make sure she was alright “I’m alright it’s just…”

She suddenly looked up at him with an annoyed expression, putting her hands on her hips. She wanted to be mad, but in reality it was just a little embarrassing to admit.

“I… I don’t like needles” she mumbled, looking down nervously. Go cliff diving? Sure, Needles though… it just wasn’t her thing. “But other than that I assure you I’m 100% okay and working, if that makes sense?” She brought her hands up and actually gave him two thumbs up while clicking her heels together.

Hearing him talk about his mother though was actually nice and had lifted her spirits a little. It sounded like a beautiful life to be living and as far as Gigi was concerned, any life was better than hiding in fear all the time.

“I don’t have a problem with the doctors, I have a problem being poked at when nothing is wrong with me” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning up against the wall “It’s not like I was throwing the blade at you, why so interested?”

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It takes every ounce of self control not to smile as he follows, a silent guard keeping up with a bundle of awkward looks and steps through empty hallways; because of course he notices. But says nothing. Dimas is no longer a boy with no filter to his mouth, he does have some manners, contrary to popular belief. At least the papers are there to provide a distraction, as small as it may be. 

He does not spare them a glance, however. Instead, as he waits for her outside the bathroom, his thoughts derail into familiar chaos--- at least until her voice disrupts his peace. 

Once the folder is in her smaller hands ( safe for now hopefully, but he wouldn’t count a victory just yet ), he places his hands behind his back and allows his lips to curve into a light grin. “Well. As far as I know, K-Science is exactly in the direction where you came from. I wouldn’t say you were entirely lost, then,” but yes, she is definitely wandering aimlessly, and quite away from her division. Not that he needs to say that anymore. 

“You’re not that far though. I was heading there myself. As soon as I finished my tea, but... the tea is gone.”

Without a further word, he begins walking. 

“ Yeah, I mean, we’re getting somewhere with it. We definitely know more than we did before, ” and she’s going to leave it at that. Well, she’s going to try her darnedest to. To say she was merely objective with her profession was such an understatement. She absolutely loves what she does. It took a few years to dawn on her that her work in the labs was just as helpful toward the war efforts as the Rangers strapping into Jaegers and delivering blows to every Kaiju emerging from the Breach.

She’s definitely surprised when this guys courtesy extends even farther into their supposedly fleeting encounter. Doe-eyed, she offers a curt nod of affirmation while she struggles to locate a simple verbal one.

“ I, um — yeah, thank you… again, ” Scotia hands him the folder and pivots on her heel to swing herself in the opposite direction, countenance descending into a cringe to end all cringes. If she wasn’t so unbelievably awkward at every waking moment ( who is she kidding, it’s an unshakable curse that’ll haunt her forever ). She’s thankful that her gait is steady while it takes her to one of the clearly marked bathrooms. Yeah, sure, they label those of course.

She tugs her shirt sleeve down to reveal what is possibly the worst paper cut she’s ever inflicted upon herself when she approaches the sinks. She turns on the tap with her other hand and winces when she runs the injured one under the warm water. God, it stings like a bitch. Hopefully there was still some polysporin and band-aids in the first-aid kit in the lab ( if she could ever even find that ). Once the wound is finally clean and gingerly patted dry with a small piece of paper towel, she waltzes back to where her polite stranger still stood.

“ So, you wouldn’t happen to know whether or not I’m on the completely wrong end of the Shatterdome, would you? ” she asks, extending her hands in preparation to take back her mess of papers. At this point there is no shame any more ( not that there was much to begin with ). If she was running into a Ranger, she was most definitely lost. The PPDC preferred to keep the divisions in separate sections of the Shatterdomes, and it was fact that she could not be any farther away from K-Science if she had indeed wandered her way into Ranger territory.

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2. If he is only a bit peckish, then he’s likely to grab only a bar of granola or a fruit. If he’s just that desperate, then whatever leftovers he can find, or he makes himself a sandwich.

4. Outbursts are never helpful. Dimas oftencalculates every move he makes and most of what he says, unless angered (but he is not easily angered).Besides, he is a ranger, he needs to keep his head cool. 

7. He likes birds. His favorite though is the peregrine falcon, but he’s never had one as a pet, or any other animal for that matter. 

9. He was fifteen when he first had sex. It was with a girl he’d met not long before, and they just thought it would be fun. After that, it was only a matter of weeks before they broke up, but he’d say it wasn’t that bad. Besides, he got a hold on her gold earrings.

14. The dominant color in Dimas’ wardrobe is red. His style would be close to this (it’s blurry, but you get the idea). Casual, but using nice clothes. 

16. His mother is usually rather welcoming and warm, but she might overwhelm Dimas’ partner should he choose to leave them alone with her. She talks a lot, and will eventually speak of his childhood, something he often avoids. Other than that, it shouldn’t be too bad.

19. A Brazilian dish, definitely. Nothing too fancy, and nothing too big. 

24. He is not spiritual, but he has deep respect for his parent’s beliefs. It’s rare to see him praying, and mostly out of habit at this point— at least it helps in the mornings.

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As if it couldn’t get worse for her, he looks up just as paper slices her skin, a small wound yet he knows the pain behind it. Nevertheless he listens as her voice breaks the silence, once again, his hands dragging as many papers over the floor and into his hand. 

“ I suppose you’ve found anything good, ” it is more of a question than an affirmation. Him and science, they never really got along. That sort of thing was never meant for him, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand, or try to understand at the very least. Something about Kaiju blue catches his eyes, but he only spares it a quick glance before it joins the rest of the scattered papers now tucked into a small, messy pile.

So much for a warm cup of tea. He picks up the cup, wrinkling his nose as more content drips from it. 

“ Listen. Why don’t I take that, ” Dimas’ eyes dart to the folder in her hand, a stain already covering a good part of it, “ and you go wash your hand. If you do not mind, of course. ”

She’s thankful for his forthright expression of kindness, otherwise she would have merely categorized him as some asshole to be explicitly conscious of evading. He’s definitely a Ranger, though ( only Rangers are built like he is ).

“ Oh, uh — thanks, ” she feigns a smile in an honest attempt to procure a real one, but allows it to fade rather quickly as she proceeds to pick up as many pieces as her petite hands can manage, continuously reminding herself she can place them back in order later. While the rustling of paper fills the silence, she finally knows the type of day this is: one of those days. The extensive paper-cut she receives on her right palm further clarifies that. She curses under her breath and yanks her shirt sleeve over it. She’s not going to bother giving it a once over until being devoid of company, even if that meant getting a minimal stain on her favourite shirt.

Then she hears a question she was unable to resist the urge of answering. Even though she’s aware that it was hardly intended to be heard in the first place. She discovers one of the ( now empty ) folders under the disarray of paper in her hand and stuffs them inside.

“ They’re Breach readings, ” she really should just shut her trap now and make it easier for everyone. “ Well, seismic readings actually. ”

“ A comparison of data from the Japan Trench, and where the previous Breach existed in the Mariana’s Trench. ” There are also some results of tests done on continental and oceanic samples determining the level of Kaiju Blue contamination along various coastal cities in the Pacific lingering somewhere in the mess; but she’s confident that leaving that out will hardly cause a problem.

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“ Merda--- ”

There are papers flying everywhere, warm tea dripping from the styrofoam cup on his hand and onto his sleeve, on the floor too. Initial surprise and anger is immediately replaced by slight amusement, but only until she kneels and starts apologizing.

Flicking his wrist and watching as droplets of tea fly away, he crouches next to her, and begins gathering as much of the disaster as he can. K-Science? Figures, ( are all of them this clumsy? ) And although most of the text is meaningless to him, his curiosity spikes up. 

“ It’s okay. It’s just papers,” some of the fault fell on him too, should’ve looked where he was walking, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. “ Let me help you. It will be easier that way, no? ”

To himself, he whispers “ what is this anyway, ” but they are close enough so she can listen. Ah, well. 

Scotia hates this. Likely more than she was leading on too, and she voices her complaints tirelessly whenever possible to whoever ends up being present. Every Shatterdome is built to be relatively similar, akin to franchise stores; alas, also with the technicality of distinct tweaks and differences in designs. She found the lab earlier, so she’s still banking on the concept of retracing her steps ( if that was even possible ) to get her back there. If there was even a soul roaming these same corridors, she surely would have flagged them down to gather her bearings by now.

Part of the issue lies much in the fact of her attention is focusing elsewhere, eyes downcast at the papers containing the information that requires being input into the system, and definitely should have been entered twenty minutes ago if she was able to escape her aimless and unintentional wandering. Her gaze hovers up and over to the walls, brows furrowing in exasperation when they lack signs and arrows. She was aware this Shatterdome was new, but it was hardly that new.

And then of course she bumps shoulders with the only person she’s come across in these lonely ass halls. Unfortunately, a couple folders spill out of her grasp and land ever so gracefully to her feet, each paper cascading about the expanse of the next few feet in front of her. She sighs, deeply, and cranes her neck back briefly to provide the ceiling with a stern look rather than offering it up to her passerby.

“ I am so, so sorry, ” she apologizes, a slight pang of mortification weaselling its way into her tone, but all the same sincere. Without wasting any time, she kneels down to begin gathering the aftermath of the mini paper hurricane that was currently engulfing the area. “ I’m usually not a gigantic klutz. ”

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what pokemon starter did you pick

fire 

fire pokemon are the cute ones what can i say

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“She likes traveling. Now that she does not have to work as much, visiting friends and family is something she is fond of.” And who was him to prevent her from doing so? He sent enough for her to live well, to travel. It was the least he could do.

“But, no.” He didn’t know if she did it on purpose or not, perhaps she misunderstood his inquiry, in which case he gladly accepted he had not been clear enough. Whatever it was, it made Dimas’ brow furrow. ( A part of him is thrilled, however, at having another person from Rio around. ) 

Anyway. He reached for his hair, quickly pulling it up into a simple ponytail, and spoke once again. “I meant, are you feeling well enough, or is your incident still bothering you enough that a doctor doing his job is upseting to you?”

Rio, even the name even brought with a series of emotions as well as nonchalant memories of her easy days their as a child. The base her family had worked at was still pretty much destroyed but the city still stood strong and secured, thanks to all the lives that were sacrificed to protect it. 

“You hope?” she questioned. It wasn’t any of her business but it did make her feel more at ease knowing where her loved ones were exactly. 

She could feel his dark eyes on her and to stop him from seeing her blush, Gigi  took to standing beside him. She never handled well with eyes on her and his wasn’t any better, though she did feel a little secured and relieved to hear him say he hadn’t heard about it. Usually people would either go ‘That was you two?’ or ‘What did you do to him to make him freak out like that?’. She hadn’t blamed anyone for the assumptions because it was only right, her brother had once been a great pilot until the attack and now in his place was his little sister; she had some big shoes to fill. 

“Am I what, from Rio? Yes actually I am, my parents both worked for the Defense Corps so I sort of just grew up around all of this” She moved her arms to motion the whole place, though if anyone asked her she preferred her home base much more since it was more open.

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“My mother should be in Rio,” he spoke, amusement not nearly concealed, “I hope.” He chose to dismiss any talk regarding his father--- it had been long ago. He would not break down in front of her, sorrow no longer as crushing as it had been upon a small boy’s shoulders. It was just him and his mother.

Not that it mattered now. Briefly considering giving up training in favor of leaving her be didn’t sound like a bad idea, but he’d seen the way the Marshal berated a ranger, far too obvious that they had skipped valuable hours of practicing, really. Better not to get on the man’s bad side. 

He moved away, not without raising an eyebrow, dark eyes fixed on her.

“Hadn’t heard that one before,” or more like he’d been too busy to catch up with any rumors. That, and the fact none of it concerned him therefore wasn’t of his interest, and Aman’s distracting little game taking up most of his spare time (it was a terrible mistake to play it every night, still his character was only a hair away from leveling up. Or something. He could feel it). 

“Well. Are you?”

Her hands went to zip up the jacket she wore, pausing momentarily as he spoke about his Father. Everything had been so happening so fast that Gigi hadn’t been able to mourn the loss of her family, or anyone for that matter. Hearing the man talk about his Father only brought Gigi back to the reality she was in.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” she whispered softly, looking up at him after her jacket was adjusted properly “Where’s your mother now?”

It was probably a straight forward question but seeing as how they were all going to be stuck here in the caves all together, she saw no reason to not get to know at least some of the people here. 

“Don’t worry, you may speak English now” She smiled at him, looking in the direction he was pointing before shrugging. He wouldn’t be the first doctor to report her and most likely not the last, considering her Aunt covered her ass half of the time. 

“So the rumors were covered up” she said, looking up with a pained expression “I’m the girl who’s brother freaked out during our drift” She hadn’t seen her brother since then but she had seen and met countless medical personal “He’s just one of the many doctors who comes and run tests on me to make sure I’m still ‘stable’” Her fingers came up and made air quotes near the end.

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let’s start with your plants

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MEEEESSSSYYYY 

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i had to WIN

    i’ll burn your clothes again i swear

aman you................................ nerd, ,,,

are those bags under your eyes?dimas, you know it’s not a good idea to pull an all nighter player wow. when was the last time you showered, by the way? your hair looks a mess.

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Merely nodding in response was all she would obtain from him, at least as he entered further into the dojo, dark eyes flickering over every corner of it. He’d been there before. Didn’t mean he couldn’t admire it anymore, or make sure all was in order. Aside from the newly made stab wound.

“My father died before he could give me any advice on women, if he had any, although my mother tried,” the smile softened, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Whatever fond memories he could hold on to at any time, they were always those of his mother. He wondered what she was doing at the moment. If she was feeling-- safe.

“Eu sou Dimas. Do Brasil, Gisella. Quem era aquele?” He gestured to the way the doctor had run off; with any luck, he wouldn’t report the incident, but that was just him thinking positively. It didn’t concern him. 

She looked him over again, making sure he wasn’t a back-up they were sending to prick her some more with needles, before relaxing her shoulders and finally her whole body. Maybe it was his smile or the fact he knew a native language that reminded her of home, either way she wasn’t considering him a threat. 

“Você sabe português?” she asked, reverting back to her native tongue. It just rolled off the right way, it just sounded right. But not many people here spoke it and when he went back to English, so did she. 

“Didn’t your parents teach you to watch out for angry spanish women with sharp blades?” she smirked, chuckling a little as she turned her back to him to put on her jacket. Now that no one was going to prick her, she didn’t need to have it off. 

“I’m not trying to convince anyone, I’m trying to keep them away from me” she emphasized the last bit of her sentence while adjusting her collar and sleeves, turning now to face the unknown stranger “I’m Gisella, but you can call me Gigi if it’s easier for you; either way I don’t mind neither name.”

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That was something he didn’t see every day. 

In a way. Not in the Shatterdome at least. He’d been shooed away from places, yes, threatened to have his hands cut if he took anything else, sure! Especially, had things thrown at him ranging from bottles to a boiling pot of water, of course. So it almost made him nostalgic for a while, seeing the sharp blade flying through the air with such precision.

Good thing the Marshall wasn’t around, hell knows what he would’ve done. But, surprisingly, the entire event wasn’t what caught his attention. It was her voice. 

Dimas did not hesitate in stepping closer. Hopefully, he’d walk out of the room unscathed.

“Não deveria fazer isso,” his lips curled into a smile, one that faltered once he realized how unfamiliar it felt. “Throwing blades? Not really a good way to convince someone in here.” 

Before even entering the Cave System, both Gisella and her brother were subjected to extensive medical testing as well as multiple interrogations. While Gisella passed both tests, her brother Nicolas had not, failing during his questioning. Before jumping to conclusions, higher orders came and ordered the two to pilot their Jaeger. Gigi had always felt she would be able to drift with both her brothers, especially Nicolas. But it was because of that very example that Gigi found out what was really wrong with her brother; he didn’t remember her anymore and with his sudden amnesia, it made it impossible to pilot alongside the sister he didn’t know.

It was the main reason why Gigi had come down to the combat room, she had orders to find a co-pilot even if she was still reluctantly holding out to the promise Nicolas would be able to return to her side. Also, because of him, it seemed they always had something to do with her; some blood drawing, some sleep studies, check-ups, it never seemed to end for her and that’s why now she was so pissed.

‘You crazy sword wielding bitch!’ yelled a male voice. A doctor had come stumbling out of one of the rooms, losing his footing and barely missing the flying dagger that had missed him by a few inches.

“Just because my brother has amnesia doesn’t mean I have it too! I’m done with all your bloody tests!” she yelled, coming out and pulling out the dagger that had lodged itself into the wall. “I’ll show you crazy doctor, wanna see?”

He didn’t even reply, jumping up and running in the opposite direction as Gigi stood there, now noticing the other presence in the hall. “Que? You lose something?” she asked the stranger, eyeing them up and down before tucking her blade away.