Post Battle Exhaustion

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

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[Mad's lying down in the arboretum, trying to nap. Key phrase being TRYING. That mission she went on went wrong in so many ways and had far too many eyeballs for this hero to even get the chance to drift off... and HOW the HELL did those invaders turn themselves into FREAKING PUPPIES?!]

Argh... shit's messed up...

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[Mad's looking through the part of the Hangar where several of the weapons are kept. She's pondering... Maria needed more firepower. A lot more. But what to pick out?]

Man... times like this I wish I actually learned more about these things than their fucking controls...

[Because at this rate... if Mad did this by herself she'd probably end up smashing her own things.]

Where's that Lowe guy when you need 'em?

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[mecha_eihwaz]

[Voice from above.]

What's messed up?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Ugh.. great... its you...

[Mad covers his eyes with his forearm.]

You wanna know... fine. Seeing tiny puppies explode into invaders. That's what's fucked up.

[mecha_eihwaz]

I never really fought Invaders before. Well, normal invaders yes, but not Invaders with capital I. But I experienced something similar to this, so I know how bad seeing such things will make you feel...

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

...

[Mad doesn't say anything for a short while...but.. in the end though...]

What'd you see?

[mecha_eihwaz]

When we were fighting an enemy who was unstoppable at my point, my own pets rushed at her, to keep her occupied while everyone else got away to safety.

They didn't make it.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

... They must've loved you a hell of a lot to do that.

[mecha_eihwaz]

Yes. I always had the luck of having many who care about me.

Seeing innocent creatures die like that... It's not something anyone should have to witness.

[paradigmstop.livejournal.com]

Roger's jacket was being cleaned, so he wore his white shirt with the top button open and the tie loose. Being as he'd still not been properly acquainted with the whole of this place, this was one place with which he was unfamiliar and therefore trying to remedy just that. He walked slowly, his hands in his pockets, looking here and there, when he stumbled upon that boy who piloted the "Dom" unit, one of the few units the name of which he'd managed to remember.

He looked like he was trying to sleep. Roger'd have to thank him for the support during that fight later. Trying not to disturb the boy, he continued walking along, slowly, observant.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

[Mad let out a frustrated noise before he just sat up and rested both arm and head on a knee.]

Fucking Puppies. Fucking invaders. Fucking Evil Telephone company...

[paradigmstop.livejournal.com]

snortchuckle
He covered his mouth, perhaps to try to save his dignity and perhaps out of reflex. "All of those things you said, and more," he replied, turning profile and looking over toward the boy.

"But more eloquently, at least, on my part. Are you all right? No injuries, I hope?"

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Heh.. it'll take a lot more than a fucking swarm of invaders and some jumped up phone company to take me down!

[Mad.... didn't sound as confident as he usually did when he boasted.]

I got checked out at the docs

[He sounded disgusted by it really...]

I'm clean... you look like you could use another trip...

[paradigmstop.livejournal.com]

Roger put his index finger to his forehead and smirked. "That was... a lot of them. From what I am told, there will be more, way more, at the Shin Dragon Getter thing in a week. They were no slouches, either..." he said, and gave a sort of sigh.

"The doctors tell me I'm also uninfected, but they told me that I, like everyone else who went out, should take it easy for a bit. I see you are taking their advice to heart?" He sat down on a little ledge, rotated his shoulder a bit.

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[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, there's Roads, looking over the spare weapons as well.]

Hm....

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Hey.. hey, you a mechanic?

[Mad was looking over at Roads... okay maybe his luck was changing a little.]

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

Hm? Ah, yes. I've been mostly wrapped up in my own work, recently...

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Heh... figures... pegged you for an egghead when I saw you....

[Mad snorts and goes back to looking at the weapons.... but...]

Just... what were you working on?

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

Getting a good regulator together for the Zweilicht. If I pull it off, I'll have a mobile suit that can cast spells like the TSAB's Intelligent Devices. And maybe hop dimensions, but that's a lower priority.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

So you're trying to turn your MS into a wizard?

[Mad sounded gobsmacked... then looked genuinely impressed, unable to suppress the girlish looking grin on her face.]

That's fucking awesome man!... You just said you needed a regulator or something?

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

Yep. 'Course, nobody's ever done anything quite like that before, so it's taking a while.

What's up with you?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Eh me? Just trying to figure out how many more guns I can make Maria over there carry.

[He jerks a thumb to the Dom in question.]

Don't get me wrong, the Flash gun, Bazooka and machine gun are pretty good... but... I just think I need a little more than that...

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

Hm...Dom Tropen, right?

Probably a lot. Though you'd have to take care not to overload the fan pants...

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

...When you say a lot...

[Mad trails off and looks at the sheer smorgasbord of weaponry across the hangar.]

I need to make a list...

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

Well, don't get too crazy with your wishlist.

Are you shooting for more artillery, or direct fire weapons? A support role or a front-line attacker?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

The last on both of those. Maria's pretty damn fast, and I wanna be able to take advantage of that.

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[can_not_fly]

Hey, so you got a new machine, in the end? How did it do on the field?

[And here's that eager kid with the wings and the toga, waving at Mad]

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Not too bad... But damn if I don't need more practice... I almost got blown up... or torn to shreds... or eaten... or died in magma.. or all those at once.

[Mad shudders violently.]

[can_not_fly]

Ouch. Magma is always hurty business. [Pit is rather sympathetic, here]
Is this about that time I took you too close to a magma river? don't be a baby, you were fine, it's not like it was a huge emergency.
My feathers almost started burning! I think that counts as emergency!

[In any case, he pats Mad on the back a bit]

Anyway, you want to practice... I was going to do some maneuvering practice with Cherubot. Want to join?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Maybe later angelcakes...

[Mad lets out a tired sigh and does a half-facepalm.]

I just feel like I could use a bowl of ice cream and sleep a week.

[can_not_fly]

Wow. That bad?
Maybe not a week, but you could definitely rest a bit, then. Whatever you were doing with the mechs can probably wait.
Or I can take care of it while you rest!

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Nah... it's fine. I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry that halo of yours off about it.

[Mad puts a hand onto Pit's shoulder and gives him a small grin.]

[can_not_fly]

Are you sure? It's no problem, seriously! I was mostly going for practice because I'm really bored!
Humans wish to stand on their own two feet. It's a meritorious thing. Leave it be, Pit.
Alright, alright. See you later, then, Mad!

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[emorangerpink]

...You were on that mission in New York.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Yeah... yeah I was...

[Her fault for believing it wouldn't have been that difficult... now every time she closes her eyes she sees thousands of eyes and claws reaching for her before a tidal wave of magma sweeps everything away.]

[emorangerpink]

I've seen what those fights do to people. Are you all right?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

'Course I'm alright! Why wouldn't I be....

[Mad... sounded very unsure of herself here... it was VERY CLEARLY not an honest answer.. heck even Mad could hear how bad it sounded...]

fuck.

[emorangerpink]

The medics should be able to give you something. To help you sleep without dreaming. It... helps to get some distance from it, to not have it there every time you close your eyes.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

...I..

[Mad was VERY hesitant about seeing any sort of medical practitioner. She really was.]

I'll... think about it... thanks...

[emorangerpink]

You're welcome. I'd offer to talk about it, but talking or dwelling on it is the last thing you probably need.

How are you liking the Dom?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Maria.

[Mad corrected Laura with a deadpan tone.]

She's doing great...I.. hell... for a mook... she's actually helping me out a bit more than the Gear ever did...

[emorangerpink]

Those machines fought a war. She may not have a lot of frills, but she'll teach you where your skills as a pilot lie, and that's important.