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Jul. 30th, 2013 10:36 amdanger_proneIt wasn't the quiet of the last time he'd managed to visit her. Instead of the slow lull of a midnight crew on standby it was the full fledged action of jaeger crews in full prep. Instead of being in his own loose casual clothes Raleigh was in full drive suit. And this time he wasn't going to hear Gipsy Danger's soft beeps and whirs. This time he was going to hear her voice.
He pulled in a deep breath as they plugged him in and shut his eyes. It had been along time. Five years. He found he was a strange mixture of eager and nervous. An exhale through his teeth and he nodded. No more running away. It was time.
Mako was due to join them in their link this time. Trail run, a prep for her, first time. He remembered the nerves and the excitement and gave her an encouraging smile, last minute words of advice. He was going in first though. These weren't three linked consciouses familiar with the feel of each other. It was two. He and Gipsy. First their link - and then they'd guide Mako in once they were stable. He was glad for it. There were things he wanted to share with just Gipsy right now. Mako could have those parts of him later as well but first - first he wanted Gispy all to himself. He wanted time for just them. Mako would join them soon enough.
So he shut his eyes again and his chin dipped just the smallest bit, the habitual way it always did just before he took the Drift. The countdown was a steady reassuring sound in his ear and he has the insanest urge to smooth down the hair inside his helmet, like a boy coming home after he'd ignored his mother's calls or a nervous guy on his first date. The crooked smile, quick, touched his lips just as the familiar hole in the center of his forehead seemed to open and he found himself sucked in and pulled under.
Welcome to the Drift.
He pulled in a deep breath as they plugged him in and shut his eyes. It had been along time. Five years. He found he was a strange mixture of eager and nervous. An exhale through his teeth and he nodded. No more running away. It was time.
Mako was due to join them in their link this time. Trail run, a prep for her, first time. He remembered the nerves and the excitement and gave her an encouraging smile, last minute words of advice. He was going in first though. These weren't three linked consciouses familiar with the feel of each other. It was two. He and Gipsy. First their link - and then they'd guide Mako in once they were stable. He was glad for it. There were things he wanted to share with just Gipsy right now. Mako could have those parts of him later as well but first - first he wanted Gispy all to himself. He wanted time for just them. Mako would join them soon enough.
So he shut his eyes again and his chin dipped just the smallest bit, the habitual way it always did just before he took the Drift. The countdown was a steady reassuring sound in his ear and he has the insanest urge to smooth down the hair inside his helmet, like a boy coming home after he'd ignored his mother's calls or a nervous guy on his first date. The crooked smile, quick, touched his lips just as the familiar hole in the center of his forehead seemed to open and he found himself sucked in and pulled under.
Welcome to the Drift.
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Date: 2013-07-30 03:47 pm (UTC)Five years of waiting, wondering, and soul crushing loneliness. Doubt, pain, and bitterness had tried to consume her (they’d been constant companions during this time of her ‘life’), but she was resolute.
Eventually -- someday -- the prodigal son would return to her.
Raleigh had needed to heal, and Gipsy understood. She needed to do the same, though admittedly it would have been an immeasurably lighter burden to bear had he actually been around. The feeling of Yancy’s death through her own receptors and coping mechanisms had been one of the most horrible things that she’d ever undergone – she could understand Raleigh’s need for solace, for peace. Grief was something the jaegers could – and did – experience, though it was in different ways than humans. What taught the jaegers to truly feel and know and experience (and appreciate human life more fully than just what they were programmed to do) was the neural connection to their pilots. That’s part of how the jaeger AIs had slowly started to evolve, after all.
Experiencing Yancy’s fear and panic had been a double whammy she hadn’t anticipated – and as far as she knew, no one had ever experienced such a thing. Most pilots that went down went down together, and the jaeger with it. She knew of one other unit that had been through something similar, an old Mark I, but even old Tango couldn’t boast the price that Gipsy had paid.
It wasn’t just Raleigh and Yancy’s arrogance that had gotten him killed – it had been hers, too. She knew better than to turn her back on an unconfirmed kill. She should have made a suggestion, nudged her pilots during their celebration, anything.
Any little thing could have saved Yancy, but she’d done nothing.
Feeling Yancy’s pain through Raleigh and in turn, Raleigh’s own pain – physical and mental - had been nearly unbearable. It had been so great it had been nearly tangible, something that could be physically touched as opposed to simply felt.
The moment she and Raleigh had mutually realized they were ashore and safe – so to speak – he’d disconnected, and everything had gone black.
That had been the last she had seen or heard of Raleigh Becket, until the night that he had returned to her, seeking her forgiveness – forgiveness she gave immediately, because he is her pilot, and he is hers.
Now, amidst the hustle and bustle of the active jaeger crew, Gipsy is still and quiet though internally she is a bundle of anxious nerves, eager to receive her pilot but apprehensive about the new addition. He’s in the area, she can feel him, and when the connection initiates and her consciousness is sucked into the drift, she can also feel that smile on his face, so broad, so crooked - so familiar.
The handshake is strong and firm; Gipsy Danger is welcoming her pilot home with open arms.
Her voice – not the lilting, unnerving tones of the LOCCENT AI, but something much, much different and far more dulcet in its range – greets him, accompanied by a flood of affection that seems to surround his consciousness.
Hello, Raleigh Becket. Welcome back to Gipsy Danger.
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Date: 2013-07-31 07:50 pm (UTC)Her voice is more familiar than his own, more familiar than his own mother's. It's the feeling of home and welcome and belonging and he never knows if he really told her that before but he lets what the sound of her voice does to him, the wounds it heals, the old scars it soothes, the pure need and answer, wash out of him and into the Drift with her, for her.
He's the Raleigh she remembers - and he's more than that. He's not the cocky, undefeated, easy youth he was the last time they were together... and he's not the torn, hollow, confused and utterly broken husk he was before their last disconnect either. Those echoes are still there, on the edge of himself as he comes to her, deep whirlpools inside of him but he's changed since then. The eagerness has been tempered, the cockiness beaten into something different. He comes back to her a warrior, not a fighter the way he once was and he comes back to her with a quiet, patient strength that was only hints and untested when they were last together. When his smile washes through their connection it's older and wiser and somehow sweeter because of the pain. There's sorry and guilt and an understanding of her forgiveness as well as a new, endless determination to do better and a bottomless joy when he says:
I missed you
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Date: 2013-07-31 08:04 pm (UTC)He’s home. He’s home, he’s here – and he’s hers again.
I have missed you too, Raleigh Becket.
Her voice is a gentle caress; lilting and light and dark and heavy all at the same time.
She’s curious about the changes to him; he’s still Raleigh, but he’s right – he’s different. Fuller, more…put together, perhaps. Older, certainly. Wiser…
Yes, that too.
Gipsy’s consciousness presses against him, little ‘feeds’ of emotion and fondness and worry and concern flooding through and wrapping around him as she noses around a little, always respectful but ever so curious.
Others would probably call it nosiness.
Further inspection on his part – should he choose to do so, Gipsy is an open book for him - would tell him that she’s different too – a little more weary but never, ever beaten. More resolute, too – determined to finish what has been started all while keeping her pilots safe and alive. He would come back from this – even if it was the last thing that she did.
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Date: 2013-07-31 08:17 pm (UTC)He also opens himself to her as sure as if he's opened his arms. She's Gipsy. There's nothing he wouldn't share with her, no matter how painful or embarrassing. Her little pokes and prods get a smile from him and another wash of affection. In his mind, he all but turns in a circle for her, hands on his head, teasing her inspection... but knowing what she's doing and there's the second wash of understanding and sorrow and grateful acceptance. His own mind slips over hers as well, searching for the wounds he's left, the time she spent alone. She's his too, just as much as he's hers and that means he'll take care of her. It's a different sensation this time. One that's known what failing means and the core determination to never do so again.
I'm here. It's a softly spoken promise and apology. I'm here, Gipsy
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Date: 2013-07-31 08:42 pm (UTC)If a twenty-five story fighting war-machine could sigh, that’s what Gipsy Danger would be doing at the moment. Despite all of the time that they had been apart – five long, stressful, empty and voided years, years she’d spent in raw, vulnerable pain but also reveling in the hope he would come back – she still has not forgotten what it is like to cradle Raleigh’s consciousness in her metaphorical hands. She’s gentle with it, realizing the trust that he places within her, and nearly vibrates with amusement at his mental display, invisible ‘hands’ skirting over him, making sure he is, in fact, whole and complete.
And then comes his love – love that Gipsy embraces and holds very near and dear, refusing to let go of the sensation. It lingers at all times, hanging in the cusp of their shared oblivion, almost tangible in it’s presence.
Gipsy loves too and it’s just as deep and rich and color filled as Raleigh’s. While she cannot physically take her pilot into her arms, she makes up for that lack by wrapping him fully in that love, bundling him close as she lets everything come through the Drift. Forgiveness is mingled in there too, because that’s what you do when you love someone. You forgive them and you love them anyway -- wholly, completely, and absolutely.
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Date: 2013-07-31 09:23 pm (UTC)it comes. That feeling of loss. That emptiness where instead of three there are only two. He doesn't mean to interject it - but the thought was already formed and in the drift there's no hiding it. Yancy should be here too.
He's learned though and he catches that wave of irreplaceable. He knows how to ride it now, even if its so much stronger inside the drift and he offers his hand, mentally if not physically to Gipsy. Missing Yancy isn't something he's afraid to feel anymore, for the longest time he was but now there's a sweetness that weaves through the bitter. A love that feels stronger despite the loss. He doesn't shy away from it, letting it come instead and reaching out to Gipsy in their close connection because -
it's all right The pulse of Yancy that comes out of him isn't those last seconds. It's a childhood memory, a Christmas morning, a red bike under the tree, skinned knees and his older brother's pride when he'd finally taught Raleigh to ride it. Intentional he slips it over into the first time the three of them came together and the confusing wonderful mess they'd all made of it. As clear as his voice, soft and sure, he wraps Gipsy in the feel of his healing and his heartache and the fact that
We can be okay now
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Date: 2013-07-31 10:00 pm (UTC)If she could cry, she would - but the tears would be happy though tinged with the faintest hint if bittersweet regret.
She still blames herself, if just partially - at least, up until this moment. Raleigh makes her feel as if its possible to forgive herself, too.
We're alright.
It's said hesitantly, as if she's not completely sure.
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Date: 2013-07-31 10:30 pm (UTC)He repeats it but there's no waiver in his voice. Inside of him it unspools for her. His guilt, after the first horror and disbelief and unbearable sorrow had dissipated enough to be felt. Trying to ignore it, drowning in it, living with it so constant his world had been gray. Wrestling with it, taking dangerous jobs in the hopes of -
coming to the realization that there was nothing he could do, no going back, no changing things. Realizing he would have to live with it. Live with it, not abandon himself to it. Guilt for leaving her wove through it all too but he kept his focus, showing her everything vulnerable and shameful about it because it was him. And... he was hers.
The moment, crystal clear on top of a metal girder when he realized he couldn't run anymore. Not in a bottle, not at the end of the world. And the slow, often mistaken way he'd climbed back. The slow and fragile realization that the best response was to live in a way that it would never happen again. The knowing, deep down, that dying to the guilt would fail Yancy all over again. And the healing, slow and gradual that came with the determination to learn and never go back. Never forget. Not Yancy. Not Raleigh's mistake, imagined or otherwise, that had lost him. Learn, go forward, save others. The scars were there, some wounds too deep to ever heal but - they were a strength now. The steel to his determination to make it right.
Coming back to the program was a kind of redemption for him.
Coming back to Gipsy was coming home and becoming whole.
We're all right
He promised it, cradling her hurt himself and giving her all his surety and determination. They'd lost Yancy - he wouldn't let them lose themselves. And he would give that to Gipsy as long and as often as she needed. He wasn't whole completely until she was too.
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Date: 2013-08-01 03:04 pm (UTC)We are.
She confirms it now, her voice stronger in his mind as she sends wave after wave of emotion in his direction. She tries to hold it back, to keep him from the torrential flood that is Gipsy Danger’s essence, but she cannot. He is here, he is home – they forgive each other, love each other, and it is too much to even think about containing.
I love you, Raleigh Becket. You are always safe here with Gipsy Danger.
No matter his life battles, his struggles and his fears, she will be here for him, if she can.
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Date: 2013-08-02 04:48 am (UTC)I love you too, Gipsy Danger
And he doesn't say it to simply repeat it back to her or because she said it first. He says it because there's no way not to, because he's loved hugely and there's no way not to respond to that. He can rest in the haven of her.
I'm not going anywhere.
No more running away. Come what may, he's here for good this time. He lets that promise - and the feeling of homecoming thread into their connection. It's good. It's right.
After a minute, he finally says
I found us a drift partner, Gipsy
caught me right as i was going to bed |D
Date: 2013-08-02 04:59 am (UTC)Thank you.
For everything. For his unconditional love, for his return, for simply being him.
Who?
She had known this was coming; the moment he had stepped into her conn-pod the other day, Gipsy had known. She, like he had told her, had mixed feelings -- but this wasn't replacing Yancy. She understood that now.
She understood a lot now.
And so, she waits for his answer, tendrils of affection still sweeping over his consciousness, prodding at his memories, nosing through the stream.
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:47 am (UTC)Her nosy curiosity has him smiling and before he answers with words he answers with emotions and caught memories. Feelings of someone soft - and sharp edged hard, someone awkward and alone and willing to give with all their heart when they believed. Spark and fire and polite manners. A vulnerable soft warmth and the steel to take orders against her grain and still see them done. And, his humor leaks in, a quiet persistent nudging after what they want with a silent bull dog determination. Savage fire carefully contained. He feels protective - and yet relaxed.
Mako Mori
It's our job to protect her until she's got her feet under her
You'll like her, Gipsy. I like her too
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Date: 2013-08-02 02:08 pm (UTC)I like how she makes you feel.
Gipsy doesn’t make this decision lightly. She knows that overall, she doesn’t have a lot of sway in who pilots her – the greater good comes first, and all that – but she likes to think she has some influence, at least a little. She’s never outright rejected a pilot – no Jaeger has.
I can help with this, Raleigh Becket. She is welcome here with us.
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Date: 2013-08-04 05:47 am (UTC)The smile's a little bit crooked but - yes. Yes, Mako Mori makes him feel good. Makes him feel like that long exhale after you've been holding your breath in tension too long. Mako just - fits. Fits him but - he wants her for Gipsy too. He wants them together, the two of them, because the thought of that makes him feel good too. His quiet happiness over Gipsy's response flows through what they share. Mako feels special to him and he can't think of anyone he'd trust with her more than Gipsy.
She'll fit. I know you can take care of her.
It will feel good to have three again...
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Date: 2013-08-04 11:42 pm (UTC)Gipsy nudges him a little along in that direction, find what you're looking for, what you need, how you feel, and she's patient while he sorts that out in his own mind.
You are always safe with Gipsy Danger, Raleigh Becket -- as is she. I will not fail you in this. Another small nudge to his consciousness; the pale yellow and peach tones of Gipsy's affection flooding through the Drift.
Yes, it will.
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Date: 2013-08-05 05:58 am (UTC)Gipsy... he caught that and his hand moves to touch her outside of the Drift his response is so strong. She's never failed him as far as he's concerned. He's failed her - but it was never reciprocal. I know. We'll take care of each other. His confidence is clear. Come what may, he believes in her and in what the three of them can become together.
It feels good to be fighting for something worthwhile again.
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Date: 2013-08-05 06:10 am (UTC)Whole. Complete. That's how she will walk away from this meeting with him, how she will walk away from the experience as a whole.
Gipsy 'sighs' -- a quiet exhale of thoughts that sends the hurt and pain and stress out and away from the two of them. She'll protect them. She'll keep them safe, as much as she's able. She is resolute in this -- in this feeling, this protectiveness.
Are you ready?
end?
Date: 2013-08-05 06:40 am (UTC)Ready.
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Date: 2013-08-07 04:46 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, there’s only so much that Gipsy can do if one gets knocked out of sequence. Raleigh goes first, the flash of memory leaving her startled and shaken and then it’s Mako, Mako who’s lost in her thoughts and her past and the fear that accompanies it.
It’s entirely out of Gipsy’s control, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t trying to fight for it. And oh, she certainly tries, but Mako’s memory is strong and her fear stronger, and all she can do is quietly panic and hope that Raleigh can help her regain control before a hole is blown in the side of the Shatterdome.
Later, when all is said and done and the threat is gone, Gipsy sits in her bay, conn-pod still attached, reliving Mako’s fear all by herself.
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Date: 2013-08-07 06:02 pm (UTC)It doesn't mean he doesn't consider Mako his partner and that he's not going to fight for her spot there whether she will or not.
He knows Gipsy though and so he does his best to push that anger (and frustration) to the side as he steps into her pod. His hand lifts to brush along the structure as he walks over to Yancy's side... his side. They didn't have time to talk after Mako and - he's worried. Gipsy had promised to take care of them and he doesn't want her feeling guilty for something neither of them could stop. Sometimes things just happened and you had to accept that. He's learned.
"Hey, Gipsy," his voice is soft and gentle and he strokes one of the control pads as he shifts over to take his spot to hook them in together. It's much faster these days. This Shatterdome doesn't have the manpower or money for all the extras of five years ago. He doesn't give the signal he's ready to plug in just yet though. Sometimes - it seems best to talk first. Reaching up he touches the back brace that links them.
"How're you doing?"
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Date: 2013-08-08 02:21 pm (UTC)Gipsy knows that technically, it’s not anyone’s fault but she cannot help but feel partially responsible for it. Gipsy hates that she has such a lack of control sometimes; she’s essentially helpless without her pilots to control her, and that is frustrating when one or both is in trouble. She only has her mind, and even then, sometimes there’s nothing that she can do.
She gives a soft, sad little chirp when he asks her how she’s doing. She’s…okay, not pleased with herself – but okay.
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Date: 2013-08-10 04:42 am (UTC)"Me too, Gipsy. Me too."
He's getting better at accepting when things are out of his control. His natural tendency is to try to fix everything, to put his all behind something... He's learned to chose his battles and then, when he's sure, to throw himself completely into them. What happened in the Drift today wasn't their fault. It wasn't even Mako's fault. Sometimes things just happened. Part of trying to fix everything was the guilt when you couldn't. Raleigh had learned about guilt though and what it could do to someone. To him. He wasn't going to take that path ever again. Gipsy knows... but she's straight forward with her emotions. They're pure. Raleigh wants to do everything in his power to make sure they're safe to stay that way.
Which is why he gives her something else to think about - outside of his own Drift emotions.
"Stacker's taken her off the program."
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Date: 2013-08-12 01:28 pm (UTC)Gipsy is good at accepting things that aren’t in her control – she has to be. Nearly everything about her existence remains in the hands of someone else – Gipsy Danger has very, very limited control over everything about herself. It can be infuriating at times – like now, when she cannot speak outside of the Drift – but she simply accepts it, because otherwise, what else is she to do?
She makes a startled noise – a whirr, a groan, an annoyed click – of the program? But that’s not fair. It isn’t right. She needs another chance, it was her first Drift, and those are rarely smooth.
so very sorry for the wait. Don't ever let your vagus nerve get pinched. I'll be slow for a while
Date: 2013-08-21 05:17 pm (UTC)And now I am back in the country! I hope you are feeling better :c
Date: 2013-08-27 04:50 pm (UTC)Over the years, Gipsy Danger has been privy to Yancy and Raleigh Becket’s innermost thoughts, desires, memories, hopes and dreams. She knows them better than she knows herself and along the way, she’s picked up traits from each, personality quirks, catch phrases and the like.
It shouldn’t be surprising that the first thing she says is;
This is bullshit.
welcome back! hope you had fun (ps - I'll get to Chuck soon :D0
Date: 2013-08-31 08:40 am (UTC)He's not about to argue that point.
Mako is theirs. She belongs with him and Gipsy. The handshake was strong, Mako made the third part of their triad and they were whole. It's something to fight for - but
she won't.
And it shakes him because it puts him directly against the idea that his own ideals aren't hers. That... his might not be right no matter how strong they feel or how sure he is that they are. But Mako... and Stacker...
Everything in him says 'fight'.
It is.
It growls out of him - but even as it does he opens his mind and pulls the memory - all of it - back out for Gipsy. Memories are clearer, easier to remember, more detailed in the Drift, but he doesn't think he was going to forget it too soon anyway. It's the 'stay' command on a hunting dog that can smell the chase. Stacker's wrong.
But how is he supposed to deal with a direct order from the Marshall that he knows he -they- have to obey.
I did! And then I turned around and went to a convention |D I AM BACK FOR GOOD NOW THO
Date: 2013-09-04 03:32 am (UTC)It is strong, with us. Do not lose hope.
Gipsy knows that Stacker is a force to be reckoned with, that he is absolute, and the ultimate say so in what goes and what does not. The respect that Mako has for him is strong and she can understand why the girl does not wish to go against his wishes.
Mako is right. It is not about 'obedience'.
But one doesn't have to be disrespectful in order to get a point across. There is a way -- they just have to find it.
Are you alright?
a con? that's awesome! Was it dragoncon?
Date: 2013-09-10 05:15 am (UTC)Don't know. I'm okay but - it's wrong. They're both wrong. And we don't have time to play around
There's the impatience in him, tamped down by five years of watching from the sidelines - of not being there. But more - this is end game. He can feel it. He thinks everyone can. Life is narrowed down to a matter of days at this point and - Mako worked. She felt right. He doesn't want to start all over again with someone else - especially not when Mako was right. She'd fit the two of them like the missing piece of a puzzle. She belonged with them.
and more... he liked her. He wasn't even going to try to guess what that meant at this point in time but - she felt good, she matched him, kept him on his toes and somehow soothed him too. Made him feel comfortable again... like he belonged. He knew. He belonged with Gipsy but - out there, in the crowds, she made him feel like he was finally home there too.
He didn't want anyone else. Not for him. Not for Gipsy. Because Gipsy deserved the best and they all knew that was Mako. That he could trust Gipsy to Mako's care. Being stumped in that area didn't sit right with him and his first instinct was the fight to set it right.
Except he couldn't. He knew it now. That didn't mean it didn't frustrate him, ticking under his skin.
Who else is Stacker going to try to set us up with this late in the game? He's being too hard on her. He knows she belongs with us.
It's a mental push to stop the anger but he makes it. It's not fair - but he already knows that's the way life is. Either they'll go out together or they won't. There's no time to play around with replacements.
He hopes.
There's a mental sigh and he forces himself to stop chasing things around in his head about it.
You're right. It's - been a long time since I let myself hope for anything. But I know you're right.
yup! It was such a blast |D
Date: 2013-09-11 12:55 am (UTC)For a twenty-five story jaeger, Gipsy Danger can be very selfish and possessive, not unlike a lover or a parent.
But I must, and he will realize this.
It had just...taken Gipsy to run through the memory again, to witness it from Mako's point of view to understand that. Mako's awe of Stacker was unparalleled, and by moving through the rest of Mako's memories that had been in the Drift, Gipsy knew that their relationship was a close one.
He will not set you up with anyone else. Have faith, Raleigh Becket. You just have to make him see.
so awesome. I couldn't go this year so I hope you had enough fun for both of us!
Date: 2013-09-13 06:56 am (UTC)She's always been the voice of reason and he exhales again, shorter and more completely.
He never realized it was hard on her to let him go... but he knows he should have. While he misses her presence when he's outside the Drift and being with her is the only place that really feels like home... he goes out into the world when he leaves her. She's.... left alone. He's sure Tendo and the mechanics are helpful but - in the Drift his hand still automatically lifts to rest on one of her displays for a long minute.
Then he nods.
Couldn't do it without you, Gipsy. You're right.
A soft huff of affectionate amusement.
You're going to be good for her. All right. I'll have faith.
And I'll see if there's a way to make Stacker see that doesn't involve touching him.
oh man I had an amazing time. so many awesome costumes
Date: 2013-09-15 01:47 pm (UTC)It is still like that, when Raleigh is not in the Drift with her.
Of course I am right. Her tone barely betrays what she feels; smugness overlays the bone gnawing apprehension she feels, because it seems as if their conversation is beginning to come to a close.
You should trust your Jaeger more often. And please, don't ever touch Stacker again. I would like to see you retain all of your limbs.
so envious. I know it's about panel and actors etc but I always go for the costumes. you cosplay?
Date: 2013-09-15 05:09 pm (UTC)I need all my limbs to pilot. The Marshall would probably just hurt me in unimaginable ways that wouldn't cripple me
His hand hasn't left her console and his fingers moves across it now.
wish I could sleep in here. Wonder what dreams would be like in the Drift
i do too XD and yep! i did merida, katniss, rose tyler, and luna lovegood this year
Date: 2013-09-15 05:27 pm (UTC)That is entirely likely. It would not be pleasant.
Strange as it may be, his touch is certainly something that she can feel. She is hyper-aware of her pilots at all times, though when they are connected, when they are in the Drift -- she is even more so.
I wish you could, too. I imagine they would be rather surreal. Or, he would end up with Gipsy's dreams - her own creations, the things that she comes up with to give her something to do, in her spare time. Landscapes pieced together from the memories of Yancy, Raleigh and now Mako -- and things that she has come up with, herself.
I can show you, if you like.
awesome choices. In some perfect land somewhere we'd have to cosplay and con together :)
Date: 2013-09-16 07:24 am (UTC)They're just wasting time now but - since no one else can see into the Drift, it's not like anyone can tell them to wrap it up.
The pleased anticipation is there clear to read from Raleigh.
That would be awesome
i would be down with this no lie 8}
Date: 2013-09-17 06:48 pm (UTC)I will show you what it is like when Jaegers have too much idle time.
Instead of the interior of the conn-pod being in front of him now, there's a flash of white and now he's standing by a lake with water that shimmers with rainbow perfection and a sky so blue that it hurts to look at. The sun is high above and it shines down and sends playful, glittering patterns dancing across the top of the water.
Large rocks - perfect for sitting, really - occasionally dot the surrounding areas of the lake and in front of one stands a raven haired avatar who is skipping rocks across the water.
We take images from countless memories and recreate what we think of as perfection, she says, though some of us take less creative license than others. I would not ask to see Cherno paradise, for example.
It's mostly snow and bright blue kaiju blood. Cherno Alpha is hard as nails in different ways than Gipsy herself.
Not all of us choose to create avatars, but some do. Do you remember Romeo Blue? He had one.
if you ever hit up a Florida con, just say the word XD
Date: 2013-09-21 12:00 pm (UTC)Age old question and Raleigh can't help the smile as it's answered. Not that he doubted. The smile grows as he looks at what she's created around him and there's no small bit of awe in it either. This... this is his Gipsy's paradise. He turns his head, trying to take it all in, soak it into his soul too and only after that does he focus on the woman skipping stones, smile going a bit crooked. It's exactly the first thing he would have done with a lake like that -
He did? and then ...that's you?
I'm actually in Florida so that's pretty likely |D
Date: 2013-09-21 08:08 pm (UTC)In a way.
She urges him forward, presses unseen hands against his back to nudge him towards the woman.
She's part of me, part of you. Part of Yancy, and Mako as well. Pieces and glimpses of faces I have seen in your memories, merged together in something not...tangible, but representable. You, my pilots, make up what I think you would call a soul.
Or at least...some form of conscious being. Without you, I am only a machine.
that's awesome! if you run with the Tampa or Orlando crowd we might have already met!
Date: 2013-09-24 02:06 pm (UTC)You have a soul, Gipsy. One that's all your own. If I helped you find it - I'm honored. The word comes out deep and heart deep. She humbles him sometimes with all that she thinks he is, and all she knows he isn't and loves anyway.
Even without me, you're never just a machine. Love you, Gipsy.
it is entirely possible, though I'm in Jax |D also sorry for my slow wow
Date: 2013-10-06 05:41 am (UTC)She looks at him like he's hung the moon -- her wayward pilot, her prodigal son. He'll have to leave her soon, something she truly regrets, but in the meantime, she wants to show him everything that she has to offer.
The avatar keeps skipping rocks, tosses them in one after another, though as he draws close, she'll pause and turn. She is familiar yet entirely foreign at the same time and a smile pulls at her lips -- she knows him, better than anyone.