One of the girls from the new group peers at him, holding a spanner and wiping grease off her face.
"She doesn't look like a standard gear but if the control circuit is anything like the ones from home maybe I could help replace damaged sensor units and swap out armor panels. Or something. Oh. I'm Maria."
Jamie's vaguely frantic expression faded somewhat, replaced by the briefest flicker of confusion. "...she's not a Gear," he managed, turning to face the girl more fully. "She's a Zoid. I dunno yet how badly damaged she is, I need to run a diagnostic on her.
"'s a Gear the kind of mech they have where you're from? D'you have one here?" She looked as though she'd been working on something, anyway, though maybe she'd just been pitching in to help out with the general mess in the hangar.
Jamie appraised the mech from his vantage point near the Geno Saurer. "'s a long time to have a machine," he noted. "You guys must be pretty close." He wasn't one to question the existence of sentient mecha; rare though they were in his universe, it was entirely possible they were commonplace in others.
sorry if this doubleposts, LJ's being odd again.riseupnchargemJanuary 19 2012, 03:47:08 UTC
It's okay, Zouichi, it was probably inevitable that someone would interrupt a PDA between Jamie and his Zoid.
Looking a little flustered, he shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "'sokay, I was just...thinking out loud." Sort of. "Didn't mean to distract you or anything."
"...oh, yeah. Shore leave." Jamie didn't sound remotely excited, or even interested. "Guess everyone needs something to blow off some steam after - " He paused, then made a fitful gesture at the rest of the hangar and the signs of destruction therein. "...after all that."
Oblivious to Zouichi's bewilderment regarding his Zoid, Jamie turned to face the other, leaning back slightly against the Geno's claw. "What about you? Didn't feel like going down, or are you taking a break from...whatever there is to do down there?"
Talking to mecha wasn't weird. Allenby had often caught herself talking to Nobel Gundam... sometimes she worried about the day where she would expect an answer back. But the murmuring she heard didn't quite sound like the normal routine of someone being chatty during maintenance.
She headed over to the source, hopping over the shattered remains of SHODAN's legions towards the big blue dinosaur, with a boy slumped against it. "Hey there," she said quietly, coming closer. "You all right, kid?"
Jamie slowly straightened, fingertips trailing down the contours of the Geno's claw before falling away, hand dropping to his side. His expression as he gaped at Allenby conveyed a sort of stunned disbelief that went beyond mere surprise at being caught off-guard having a heart-to-heart with his robot.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, reminded suddenly of the time not too long ago when he'd found his dad amidst the throng of people Stacy had awoken from the pods for a single day, and took a halting step toward her. His mind was swarming with thoughts and feelings and questions, none of which he was finding very easy to articulate right now.
"...when did you get here?" he managed finally, in a strange, hushed tone.
Allenby would have expected a moment of embarrassment when the kid realized he'd been caught talking to his mech, or maybe a startled jump if he'd been too zoned out to hear her footsteps approaching. But the look he was giving her now was more like he was seeing someone with five heads.
Well, maybe. Five heads actually wouldn't be too shocking here. But she was pretty sure there was nothing about her that warranted--wait, huh?
"Uh... a few minutes ago?" she said, uncertain. "What are you givin' me that look for?"
"No, I meant - " I meant here on the ship, when did you get on the ship when did Stacy grab you too how long have you been here and why didn't I know -
The astonishment was wearing off, a little, replaced by a sick feeling of dismay deep in the pit of his stomach. This was Allenby, yes, but clearly not the Allenby he'd known, not the one who knew him. This wasn't the kind of joke she'd play; nothing about her behavior matched up - for one thing, when had she ever, ever called him "kid
( ... )
Punchy's no stranger to workaholism, but isn't this awful soon to get back to work after the robot attacks? He hasn't even managed four hours of sleep since, so god knows how much this kid has gotten.
Punchy's also still in his pajamas as he wanders over to where Jamie is. "You look like you oughta be nailing the sandman, dawg."
Jamie's expression flattened a little as he regarded the other teen, whom he recognized as another denizen of the Engineering department. "I'll go to sleep when I'm tired," he assured Punchy with as much tact as he could muster - which wasn't much at this point, but he did manage not to snap at the pajama-clad interloper.
Speaking of which... "You don't exactly look like you're in the right place yourself," he added, indicating Punchy's attire with a nod.
"You look tired." Being blunt is one of Punchy's many talents! Unfortunately, he has no idea how to turn it off (although since he rarely realizes it's a problem, he probably wouldn't anyway).
Punchy looks down at his outfit as if he's already forgotten what he's wearing, then shrugs. "My usual threads is in the wash. Figured since I got to use my brain anyway, no one cares what I be flossing."
Jamie could handle bluntness. Just not when it was so blatantly untrue. Which was totally the case now because Jamie did not look like he was about to keel over from sleep deprivation, no sir.
"Well, I've been busy. There's a ton of stuff to do and it's not going to get done unless someone does it." This statement absolutely made sense and was not in the least redundant.
"So if you're here to help out, wul. Pick something." He waved at the hangar in general. "'s a ton of damaged robots that need to be inspected for salvage. A lot of our craft sustained damage that needs repair. I was going to check over these Rev Raptors to see what needed to be fixed so we can put them back in storage. If you want to help with that, I can show you how." He was fixing Punchy with the closest thing to a challenging stare he possessed. Check out all that stoic reserve, Punchy. (It only looks like feverish desperation.)
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"She doesn't look like a standard gear but if the control circuit is anything like the ones from home maybe I could help replace damaged sensor units and swap out armor panels. Or something. Oh. I'm Maria."
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"'s a Gear the kind of mech they have where you're from? D'you have one here?" She looked as though she'd been working on something, anyway, though maybe she'd just been pitching in to help out with the general mess in the hangar.
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"That's my Seibzehn, we've been a team since he broke me out of Solaris when I was four."
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He hadn't meant to walk in on the heart-to-heart! Honest!
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Looking a little flustered, he shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "'sokay, I was just...thinking out loud." Sort of. "Didn't mean to distract you or anything."
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Find a what? A robot animal? What was Jamie talking to, anyway?
"Anyone here, I guess. They're mostly down on the planet." And come to think of it, why wasn't Jamie down there, too?
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Oblivious to Zouichi's bewilderment regarding his Zoid, Jamie turned to face the other, leaning back slightly against the Geno's claw. "What about you? Didn't feel like going down, or are you taking a break from...whatever there is to do down there?"
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She headed over to the source, hopping over the shattered remains of SHODAN's legions towards the big blue dinosaur, with a boy slumped against it. "Hey there," she said quietly, coming closer. "You all right, kid?"
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He pinched the bridge of his nose, reminded suddenly of the time not too long ago when he'd found his dad amidst the throng of people Stacy had awoken from the pods for a single day, and took a halting step toward her. His mind was swarming with thoughts and feelings and questions, none of which he was finding very easy to articulate right now.
"...when did you get here?" he managed finally, in a strange, hushed tone.
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Well, maybe. Five heads actually wouldn't be too shocking here. But she was pretty sure there was nothing about her that warranted--wait, huh?
"Uh... a few minutes ago?" she said, uncertain. "What are you givin' me that look for?"
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The astonishment was wearing off, a little, replaced by a sick feeling of dismay deep in the pit of his stomach. This was Allenby, yes, but clearly not the Allenby he'd known, not the one who knew him. This wasn't the kind of joke she'd play; nothing about her behavior matched up - for one thing, when had she ever, ever called him "kid ( ... )
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Punchy's also still in his pajamas as he wanders over to where Jamie is. "You look like you oughta be nailing the sandman, dawg."
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Speaking of which... "You don't exactly look like you're in the right place yourself," he added, indicating Punchy's attire with a nod.
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Punchy looks down at his outfit as if he's already forgotten what he's wearing, then shrugs. "My usual threads is in the wash. Figured since I got to use my brain anyway, no one cares what I be flossing."
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"Well, I've been busy. There's a ton of stuff to do and it's not going to get done unless someone does it." This statement absolutely made sense and was not in the least redundant.
"So if you're here to help out, wul. Pick something." He waved at the hangar in general. "'s a ton of damaged robots that need to be inspected for salvage. A lot of our craft sustained damage that needs repair. I was going to check over these Rev Raptors to see what needed to be fixed so we can put them back in storage. If you want to help with that, I can show you how." He was fixing Punchy with the closest thing to a challenging stare he possessed. Check out all that stoic reserve, Punchy. (It only looks like feverish desperation.)
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