bad end/war/cult of kaiju mass open post.

[apocalyptical]

 

 

 

 Lᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜᴄɪғʏ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀʟsᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛs, 

ᴍᴀɴ-ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ.

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏᴜʀɢᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Wᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴀᴡᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴡᴀsʜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɪǫᴜɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴇᴡ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ.

-kaiju prayer

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Scott Hansen | Pacific Rim

[derro]

[Let's go with kidnapped by Kaiju cultists.]

Chuck

[suicidemission]

[ basically -- any of the below I am a-okay with (plus whatever else you can think of to toss my way)

-Bad end AU (post-apocalypse kind of thing)
-Any kind of war AU (opposing sides, maybe)
-Kaiju RETURN AU (this could fall in line with any of the above)
-zombies 8)
-kidnapping or savings)

ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF ]

[luckystriker]

[Herc nearly lost his son once - like hell he's going to lose him to a group of cultist whackjobs. It's just as well Chuck wasn't taken to some central church of the fanatics and was instead kept in some dingy basement, the location easily stormed by the angered Aussie and his team of armed soldiers. Obviously Stacker had words to say about a Ranger and former RAAF pilot going in on what was more of a SWAT mission but Herc had given him a Look and some of their ghosting must have remained over the years because the Marshall had just sighed and given his consent to the operation.

Which is how Chuck's going to find the basement door kicked down and one pissed off dad marching in, gun up and ready to fire if he's met with resistance.]

[suicidemission]

[ Chuck's a hot fuckin' mess. He's a hot mess, all beat up and slapped around and bloody and he's pissed off and not just a little busted up.

Not broken, though. No matter what they did, what they tried -- Chuck refused to break. He didn't care that they thought of him, what they said to him or what they tried to do to him. He didn't listen, tuned it out like he'd been trained to do and only lashed out physically when he had a good shot and could get a few good blows in before they beat him back down into submission.

Herc busts in and Chuck looks up from his position on the floor, blood flaking off his skin like ice chips and he smiles real wide, teeth stained red because he knows - he knows his daddy's about to put bullets in skulls. ]

[luckystriker]

[Or at least the butt of his gun into skulls as he quickly knocks two of Chuck's captors unconscious. When one of the maniacs tries to shoot Chuck in the head, well. Herc doesn't kill him but his shot is bang on the guy's kneecap, sending him rolling back screaming in pain. The soldiers following Herc are quick to aim at the remaining psychos. The pissed off lieutenant dad reaches his son and kicks aside the gun the one guard had attempting using, snarling out:] Get 'em out of my sight.

[As the cultists slowly file out with their hands on their heads, the injured ones dragged like sacks of potatoes, Herc gets to Chuck's side, insistently rolling his son over to check for damage, expression growing stormier by the second.] Anything broken?

[suicidemission]

[ Chuck groans when Herc rolls him over, muscle and bone and everything just aching with every movement. ]

Christ, old man - can't y'be a little gentler?

[ Nothing is broken, no -- except maybe his nose. They hadn't quite gotten to the point of bone breakage, but his face is bruised purple and black and blue and there's dried blood on nearly every inch of his shirt. ]

[luckystriker]

Don't call me that. [Though maybe his hands are a bit gentle as he pokes and prods at Chuck. He grunts with satisfaction when he sees there aren't any broken bones.] They sure did a number on you. [Gestures for the med evac team to come in, helping them get Chuck on the stretcher.]

[suicidemission]

Aw, c'mon--

[ NO he is not letting them put him on a stretcher. He shoos them away, though he might be using Herc's shoulder to push himself into more of a sitting position. ]

It's fine. Seen worse.

[luckystriker]

[Herc huffs and shoves Chuck right back down onto the stretcher.] Just lie down and try not to be a brat.

[suicidemission]

Fuck--

[ OW THAT HURTS DONT BE SO RUDE. He goes back down after that, glaring at his father because what the fuck is wrong with you ]

[luckystriker]

[Gives him a glare right back and straps him down onto the stretcher. Yeah you little shit, wriggle out of that. He then stands and lets the med team lift the stretcher, injured Hansen and all and walks right next to Chuck as they get out of the place.] How did they grab you anyway?

[suicidemission]

[ Godammit. This is humiliating and he wants to die .]

Hit me over back of the head.

[luckystriker]

[Sighs and walks in silence for a moment.] Figures. Never trained you lads in the Jaeger program about how to defend yourselves outside of a machine. [Runs a hand over his face.] Guess we'll have to tweak a few things, given how many of these cultists are popping up everywhere.

[suicidemission]

[ someone please drug him and put him out of his misery. ]

Fuck you. I can defend myself just fine. Just didn't see it comin'. Snuck up from the shadows, hit me with a goddamn crowbar.

[luckystriker]

And what were you doing out on your own when these maniacs've been running loose for weeks? [Waits until they've loaded Chuck into the ambulance(yeah, they'd known Chuck would be injured) and climbs in after, sitting next to him and watching like a hawk as the med team start poking things into his son.]

[suicidemission]

Jesus Christ you act like I'm a teenage girl.

[ Chuck isn't dumb enough to jerk away from people with needles, so he lets them poke him, jaw clenching when he feels the rock. ]

[luckystriker]

You say that as if you don't already act like one. Now shut up and sleep.

[Sits back, arms crossed as the sedatives are administered.]

[suicidemission]

I don't fucking act like that--! Jesus Christ, you should've just left me--

[ uuughhshhsj sedatives, he's starting to struggle to stay awake. ]

[luckystriker]

Next time I will.

[When it's obvious Chuck's not going to stay away much longer, he just smooths the brat's hair back and rests his hand on the man's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze until he's passed out.

By the time Chuck comes to, he'll be in a wonderfully clean and blank recovery room, nose and other superficial injuries cleaned and bandaged, Herc dozing in a chair by the bed, Max happily settled on Chuck's feet.]

[suicidemission]

Bullshit.

[ It's bullshit and they both know it, Herc would never leave his kid in the hands of those fucking psychopaths, and that's that. Chuck rolls his eyes anyway, and the swear is the last thing he utters before losing consciousness.

He wakes up slow and groggy and his fuzzy head reminds of why he hates pain medication. He makes a sound of protest, stretches and winces, before glancing over and seeing his father dozing in the chair. ]

[luckystriker]

[Max barks with excitement, jumping up and licking at Chuck's face, which of course then wakes up Herc.] Max, down boy. [The dog sits heavily in Chuck's lap, stumpy tail wagging while he drools everywhere and Herc glances up at his son's face.] How're you feeling?

[suicidemission]

[ Chuck laughs at Max's antics, pressing a palm to the dogs face and pushing him away only for him to bound right back and cover him with slobbery kisses all over again. ]

Come off it, boy--

[ He wraps his arms around the dog though, buries his face into that wrinkly head. ]

I'm fine.

[luckystriker]

Good. Doc says you've gotta stay here a day for observation, in case of concussion. Nothing broken 'cept for your nose but they want to be careful in case you've got a concussion or something.

[He looks tired but very, very relieved. Not that he's going to hug Chuck or anything. The boy would probably just bite his arm off.]

[suicidemission]

Yeah, fine.

[ He hates it, hates medical, hates doctor's -- he'd had enough of them after Pitfall, but he's too fucking tired to argue. Besides, he's got Max and -- well. Yeah, he's got his old man, too and that's a relief, not that he'd ever admit it. ]

[luckystriker]

Want something to drink? [Knows Chuck hates it and really, he hates it too, but it's not as if they can do anything. Besides, it's either this or pacing where they got the psychopaths locked up like a hungry hound waiting to tear into the hens.]

[suicidemission]

Yeah sure. Whatever.

[ Translation: yes dear God, please get me something to drink. ]

[luckystriker]

[No booze though, sorry boy. He gets up to get Chuck a glass of water.] How's your head?

[suicidemission]

[ Rude. ]

It's fine.

[ He just wraps his arms around Max, and sulks a little. ]

[luckystriker]

[Just rolls his eyes and passes the glass to Chuck. Big baby.] At least there's some use for your thick skull.

[suicidemission]

The hell is that supposed to mean?

[ You're getting a dirty look, old man. ]

[luckystriker]

Don't be that thick, c'mon.

[suicidemission]

I don't have time for this.

[ Rolling over, away -- whatever. Hurts to do that, he aches all over, but he does it anyway. ]

[luckystriker]

Oh really? What's takin' up all your time today then? [Chuck, you're so full of shit you little shit.] Stop movin' around so much or you're going to break something more.

[suicidemission]

What do you want?

[ Ugh God, Dad -- why are you such a pain in his ass? ]

Don't you have somewhere to be?

[luckystriker]

I've got the day off to make sure you don't do something stupid. [Dry as the Sahara desert, this one.]

[suicidemission]

So what, you're just gonna sit here and stare at me all day?

[ grump grump grump ]

[luckystriker]

More or less. The only time you're not being stupid is when you're asleep.

Raleigh

[unbreachable]

[ copy pasta-ing for Rals;

-Bad end AU (post-apocalypse kind of thing)
-Any kind of war AU (opposing sides, maybe)
-Kaiju RETURN AU (this could fall in line with any of the above)
-zombies 8)
-kidnapping or savings)

:D all the happy things ]

Kaiju RETURN (dramatic music)

[terminal_point]

[He's meant to be dead. He's meant to be dead and the world's meant to be saved and all's meant to be good.

Instead he's survived along with the brattier of the Hansens and to add insult to the injury, the kaiju have returned. He's getting too old for this nonsense and his body can't keep up much longer but he'll never complain because he's going to see this damn thing through to the end.

Which is why he's straining to get his body working properly again, gritting his teeth and going through the exercises the far too preppy physical therapist gets him to do, hating how his legs and arms feel weak after nearly two months of being bed-ridden after Operation Pitfall. That being said, whenever the PT asks if he'd like a break, Stacker just gives him a Stare that signifies if he gets any pity or leniency in this, he's going to break the shorter man in half with his bare hands, recovery mode or not.]

[unbreachable]

[ Raleigh feels like he's about ninety years old at this point. They've been through hell and back (literally, he thinks) and for what -- the goddamn kaiju to come back? Raleigh -- is feeling murderous and irrationally betrayed by whatever God there might be because hadn't they given enough? Hadn't they all lost enough?

Apparently not.

Raleigh keeps himself (and Mako, she's never worked so hard in her life, he knows this for a fact) in top shape, and...well. He's gotta say, Stackers doing pretty well, all things considered. The man is a beast and when Raleigh walks in at the end of a session and sees that look he's giving his PT, Raleigh just wants it noted that he's really glad that it's Mr. Smiley over there and not Raleigh that's getting that expression. ]

[terminal_point]

[He notices Raleigh coming in but doesn't comment on it - at the moment if he opens his mouth he might make an angry snarl rather than sensible language, truth be told. Thankfully though his session comes to a close and the PT makes the Marshal take a seat while he pummels his back, still wary of the areas that the skin is pale and pink, barely healed burns that doctors had been concerned for a while would have radiation poisoning.

When he's finally left alone, Stacker sips from his bottle of water and stares at Raleigh, still imperious despite being exhausted and unable to stand from his chair for the moment.] Here for a session, Mr. Becket?

[unbreachable]

[ He hooks his hands behind his back and stays pretty stoic himself, and nodes once, a barely perceptible thing. ]

Yessir.

[terminal_point]

At ease. [Waves his hand with a tired huff, taking the towel from his chair to wipe at the sweat from his face.] Bit early though. Did miss Mori remind you?

[unbreachable]

[ His posture relaxes and he comes in, shoulders hunching a little as he lets his arms dangle by his hands. ]

Yeah. You know me, I'd be late all the time if it wasn't for her.

[terminal_point]

Unless it's a mission. [Huffs with a quiet half-laugh and straightens up in the chair, hiding the wince from the way his muscles strain. Mr. Smiley starts yammering on about what stretches Stacker should do one his own and is effectively silenced by a return of the murderous Look that just says he won't think twice about kicking the man's ass and throwing him off the edge of the Shatterdome.]

[unbreachable]

[ Raleigh is really, really glad that look isnt' turned on him and is instead on Stacker's therapist. Being on the receiving end of that look is never fun. ]

Exactly. Sir.

[Raleigh leans against the wall and patiently waits, and doesn't stare. ]

[terminal_point]

Hm.

[Slowly gets to his feet and gives the PT another unimpressed look before getting the hospital-issue cane.] Enjoy your session, Mr. Becket. [Gives him a curt nod and walks as straight as he can, trying not to hobble and lean on the cane too much.] If you need me, I'll be in my office.

[Against the wishes of his doctors but screw them he's got work to do.]

Stacker

[terminal_point]

[Copy-pasta is delicious.

-Bad end AU (post-apocalypse kind of thing)
-Any kind of war AU (opposing sides, maybe)
-Kaiju RETURN AU (this could fall in line with any of the above)
-zombies 8)
-kidnapping or savings)

And anything else you can think of. 89]

Gipsy Danger

[her_heart]

[ keeping with the copy pasta train...

-Bad end AU (post-apocalypse kind of thing)
-Any kind of war AU (opposing sides, maybe)
-Kaiju RETURN AU (this could fall in line with any of the above)
-zombies 8)
-kidnapping or savings

yep ]