forum Atlantic Rim // One-on-One // Closed

Started May 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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((Bruh that's hella depressing. And yet, I'm always down for angst))

She managed to kick her boots off without getting up, nudging them onto the floor. "Good ol' beds. What would we do without them."

"Sleep on the floor."
Duncan seemed to hesitate for a moment after slipping his boot off, but ultimately decided to pick up his tablet. He pressed the On button. His fingers tapped slowly on the screen as he chewed on his bottom lip, eventually pulling up a video of some kind. He curled his legs up onto the bed and set the tablet in his lap. And, by the sound of it, it was a Jaeger fight.

Cassie had gone quiet, almost drifting off. The familiar sounds of a fight drew her out of her sleepy haze, and she focused her attention on the noise.

His face was contorted with emotion. Whether it was anger or sadness it was hard to tell, but his eyes never left the tablet's screen.

She rolled onto her side to watch him, worry etched into her face. After a moment, she stood, hesitantly making her way over to crouch next to his bed.

"They didn't send the camera drones out until we called mayday," he said softy. On the screen was two Kaiju, one short and stocky, like a gorilla if a gorilla also had bee wings and a stinger, and a long, serpent-like shape snaking in the water. A single Jaeger fought them off, a ball and chain flying through the air with deadly intention. Just as the Jaeger had knocked down the gorilla-bee, the serpent reared its head up and shot a glowing liquid all over the Jaeger. Duncan's face scrunched up in a cringe, like he felt the acid on his skin as it ate through the robot's iron skin.

Though her eyes flickered to the screen, that wasn't where Cassie's focus was. Her eyes were mostly on Duncan, as she desperately wished there was more she could do to comfort him. Acid had to be worse than punches, cuts, and broken bones, that was for sure.

The Jaeger whipped around to face the serpent, and that's when the other smashed a fist into the head of Hardhat, crushing half of the cockpit in. Duncan winced heavily, his hands gripping the side of the tablet so hard his knuckles turned white.
"We got too zoned in," he growled. "It could've been avoided."

(Boopies)

Cassie flinched as the Jaeger's cockpit was mostly destroyed, eyes focusing on the screen. "It could have been." She agreed quietly, fists clenched tightly.

The robot continued fighting, but it was clear something was wrong. The movements were no longer fluid and graceful as it once was. No, every punch, every swing, and every swipe was now sudden and herky-jerky.
"It was difficult to keep fighting," he admitted. "It was more for her than me. At that moment, I wouldn't have cared if I would've died or not."

Extremely gently, she reached out, turning the tablet off. Something told her it wasn't the first time he'd watched that video. "O lisoús, Duncan." She breathed, biting her lip as she looked up at him.

"Seems like to the whole world it was just another fight," he said bitterly, setting the tablet aside. "Just another name on the list of casualties. But now I can't get her fucking face outta my head. It's been three years, and I still can't get over it."

(Oh, god, I feel no shame in this)

((NO. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE))

"Duncan, you-you shouldn't have to." She said softly, wanting to reach out and take his hand, to try and offer some form of comfort. "You were close, you can't just…get over that."

"Yet every other person I blinked away without a single tear. I don't even remember half of their names." He let his head hang, his breathing becoming heavier by the second.

She stood, perching on the edge of his bed to reach out a hand, placing it on his shoulder. "Because you weren't just a match, cap. You two were closer than that."