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god, he called for rain

[ the shatterdome is too loud, smells of seawater and sweat, and half the time k-science won't even let him stay in the lab, one of the few quiet places in the entire base. but it's home, in some ways, because heine has lived here for more than half of his life.

and that reason is also the reason why he's doing the introductions for the new pilot arriving today. she's not new new, but new to this shatterdome. heine has read her file.

now he's in his fatigues, arms crossed as he waits on the tarmac for her to arrive. there's a lot to go through before her jaeger even arrives. ]

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Don't know. Those are the usually the pilots that die.

[ having passed on that cheerful message, heine reaches the trays and picks one up. he's not hungry, but walking along without picking out something to eat would make it seem too much like he was just there for fuyumine, which would be... awkward. ]

You're less annoying than most of them so far, though.

[ that might be a compliment? ]

[It's an unfortunate reality in their line of work. For all the fame and star treatment, they are soldiers who risk their lives every time they step into that machine. Her sister would say they were human sacrifices given metal spears to give them a fighting chance, and in some cases she wasn't wrong.

She picked up a tray as well, trying hard not to wrinkle her nose at some of the stranger looking food, sticking to what she knew.

The second statement made her glance over at the other pilot, not sure how to take that.]

You're not what I expected, either.

[Their personality sections were usually just lists of mental disorders, and Rammsteiner's had stood out even amongst those. But being at this for so long, and since such a young age, Naoto supposed it was to be expected.]

I was warned you might bite.

[It's said dryly, like a joke.]

[ everything heine picks are largely chosen at random. he isn't planning on eating much of it anyway. the shatterdome tries to cater to all tastes, and usually ends up only half-succeeding.

he raises his eyebrows slightly. he's read his own psych eval and profile, and he finds them mildly insulting, but he also knows how fucked up he is anyway. ]

Only when provoked.

[ he might snap his teeth, but he's a little more well-behaved than that. ]

[Once she's picked out a few things that don't look too revolting, Naoto looked around for a place to sit. It didn't seem like Rammsteiner had a particular table since he didn't head out right away, and most of them seemed to be full of small clusters of pilots, engineers, science, and tech.

It might be a bit rude, but Naoto typically steered clear of science, lest she get caught up in an hour long enthusiastic lecture about the genetic make up of kaiju, so she headed over to the quietest and most open table available.

Setting her tray down gently, she sat down almost demurely, poking at the food.]

What counts as provocation?

[The question is wary, a bit wry. So far Rammsteiner had not seemed like a bad person, as far as pilots went.]

Are there others here I should be on guard with?

[There were always a few bad apples after all, and Naoto didn't want to start off here badly. Especially not if it risked grounding her.]

[ with somewhat of a clatter, heine sits down opposite her with a fork caught between his teeth. ]

Provocation? I don't know. Being an idiot, I guess.

[ he mumbles most of that, barely taking the utensil out of his mouth before talking and resting his chin on his hand. he's the worst at being a good dinner partner. ]

I guess so. There's some real weirdos around here.

[ heine avoids most of them, himself. ]

There's another guy with a last name like yours.

[ it be exactly like hers, actually. ]

[It doesn't sound like that will be a problem, so Naoto doesn't bother to comment, instead sampling some of the dishes she picked out. It seemed like the cooking was better here in some of them than she was used to. She ate those a bit quicker, surprised at her hunger. The food on the way here had been peanuts at best.

She paused when Rammsteiner mentioned Magato, her utensil stilling. In some ways, he had more sense than her, to leave their shatterdome to strike out on his own. In others, however, he was completely insane.]

Do you know him?

[She couldn't say they were close or that they had parted on the best of terms, but he was still a relation. Naoto had wondered how he was, and if he was doing well here.]

Not really.

[ he knows the name, and some of the rumors, but he doesn't pay too much attention to those. ]

Do you?

[ wait. heine stops picking at his food. ] Are you two related?

[There is the almost instinctive urge to deny knowing or even being related to Magato, but really there's no point. As soon as he found her, and he would because it was an annoying talent of his, there'd be no doubt that they knew each other. Her expression ran the gambit somewhere between resigned, pained, and annoyed.]

Yes.

[Unfortunately was the loud implication of that one syllable. Hopefully he had learned some restraint or, considering that was highly impossible, she wouldn't be judged too harshly due to his actions.]

But I haven't seen him in years.

[At least she'd already carved her way out of his shadow, and the only threat he was to her was the toll his presence took on her sanity.]

You'll probably see a lot of him around.

[ heine doesn't like him much, but then again, he doesn't like anyone much. and he hasn't even interacted with magato much yet. ]

What's wrong with him?

[Of that she has no doubt, and her disgruntled expression says clearly what she thinks about meeting him again. She has the distinct feeling it's going to take place sooner rather than later.

And while she might not be very fond or close with him, it feels a bit rude to talk ill of Magato.

She puts her utensil down, stacking up her plates and bowls neatly.]

He is very... [How can she describe it?] forceful and unpredictable. He also has many annoying habits.

[Still, she might be biased, so she forces her shoulders to relax.]

If there's nothing else I should know, I can find my way back to my room to unpack.

[ heine listens, head resting on one hand. this magato sounds like kind of an asshole, but he... really doesn't have much room to talk. regardless, he finishes up the limited amount of food he got for himself and cleans up as well. ]

Nothing I can think of.

[ he gets up, giving her a short nod in lieu of any actual words. big as the shatterdome is, they'll be frequenting the same places—the training room, canteen, and jaegar hangar. ]

[Naoto inclined her head gratefully, not making a move just yet to get up.]

I appreciate that you showed me around.

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WELP missing an entire word in that last tag, sorry

no worries. o/ i've probably had a lot of typos too D:

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