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[punchedoutdestiny]

Two scenarios here, pick your poison!

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In the Hangar...

Sometime after podpop and the chaos that went with it, Simon found himself down in the hangar. He'd scrounged up a couple of rags, and some soap and water - Gurren and Lagann were here, but they were in good need of a cleaning. Well. More of a dusting and polishing, but if he's gonna go to that much trouble, he may as well go all-out, right? Simon and Boota both are working at it, with the little pigmole taking care of the details and crevices.

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Anywhere, really. More locations, the better.

So, where-ever you are and whatever you're doing outside of a room or building, you spy an odd sight - a metal face with arms and legs, and an open head--with legs sprawled out of them. It's faint, but there's also a snoring sound coming from the thing. Simon's been exploring the ship, and once he got tired, he's parked Lagann somewhere out of the way in whichever area he stopped in and just zonked out in the open cockpit.

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Hangar

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Well, there was a face he'd never seen before. Zouichi made his way over to where Simon was cleaning. On his shoulder, a brightly-feathered parrot eyed both Simon and Boota with interest, but seemed content to remain on his perch for now.

"Hi. Did you come in with the latest batch?"

Re: Hangar

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Simon paused, looking over his shoulder for a moment. "Ah, yeah!" He paused in his work, standing up and offering his dry hand out to Zouichi. "Name's Simon."

Boota paused as well, darting up Simon's side to perch on his shoulder, intrigued by the parrot.

Re: Hangar

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi gave Simon's hand a shake. "Zouichi. And this is Alan. So I suppose this is your robot?"

Alan stared right back at Boota. "Hi," he said in a voice that sounded slightly robotic. "Hi. Hi. Hey."

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Simon nodded. "Yeah, Lagann-" he motioned at the smaller one. "And Gurren," he added, pointing to the larger counterpart.

Boota made a slightly confused noise, then peered at Alan - a talking animal, what is this he doesn't even.

Hangar

[quick_strike]

More humans. Of course this ship was infested with them like a plague of insects but, oh, the things Alendian dealt with. She was visiting the hangar for the sole purpose of seeing the ships in it. A part of her hoped there were Eldar fighting ships just for familiarity's sake but no luck.

She walked by the two gaudy looking machines and, more importantly, the person cleaning them. Yeah, those machines needed a new paint job, she thought has she peered up at the big one.

"...why?"

[punchedoutdestiny]

At the question, Simon looked over at Alendian, blinking confusedly for a few moments. "...uh. Why what?" It was a pretty vague question, after all - and Simon's no mind-reader.

Though to be fair, given Gurren's appearance, that is a valid response.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"...I guess one of them is piloted by your partner?"

Alan took Boota's confusion as a cue to continue. "Do you like space?"

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"Why is it so ugly?" The more she looks at it, the less she's surprised. It's definitely a human creation.

I am lame with locations... but *somewhere* outside of the Hangar

[bymytail.livejournal.com]

Red was also exploring around the ship with his Dahak as well. He wasn't expecting another miniature robot lying around in the ship, though, so he couldn't help but gawk at Lagann before itching closer with his Dahak.

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"I take the small one - usually the bigger one has a pilot, yeah, but if needed I can control them both when they're combined. They work better if there's a second pilot, though." Gonna have to find someone who can do that at some point...

Boota headtilts, making yet another perplexed noise. "Bwoooo?"

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For a moment, Simon stared at Alendian, then back up at Gurren, then looked back at the woman. "...I, uh. Personally think it looks cool, myself. Kinda scary, but for a machine built for fighting, being intimidating is helpful."

Okay!

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon didn't hear the other robot moving, but his leg did twitch a bit, and Red might hear a bit of mumbling coming from the other robot...

[quick_strike]

"That." She points up at it. "That is not scary. Perhaps a young human would be scared but any sensible foe would not find that frightening."

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Simon shrugs a bit. "Guess a lot of the folks we fought weren't sensible, then - but then again, the effect was more in the presentation and display of power that made it a symbol of something to be feared by those that opposed us."

[bymytail.livejournal.com]

Was this guy really sleeping inside his robot? Red's brow twitched as he took a look at the other.

"Hey you. You're gonna catch a cold if you sleep here." He called out.

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There was a snort and a groan before Simon pushed himself up. He shook his head a bit, then looked out blearily until he focused on the red blob that was Red.

"...huh? What?"

[bymytail.livejournal.com]

Was he drunk? He looked so unfocused...

"Why're you sleepin' here??" He asked in a louder voice, not wanting to repeat things.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Aha." The smaller one looked like... well, a head. "And did your partner come with you? Or are you here alone?"

Alan trilled, obviously showing off. "Space. Space. Hey."

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"If that works for you." Then again, humans seemed to run from battle from simple orks so perhaps it would be decent enough for what he did. "I think the faceless anger of a Wraithlord would be far better."

[punchedoutdestiny]

Nah, just not a morning person. Or an easily-awoken person, unless plot calls for it.

Simon adjusted, pulling his legs back into the cockpit, then stretching. He looked around, trying to remember just where he parked. "It seemed out of the way of things at the time."

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That got a scowl out of Simon. "Can't say I -like- faceless machines after the ones I encountered back home, but they are rather intimidating when you're used to mechs having a face."

Hangar

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

At near-deafening volumes, AC/DC's Back In Black streamed out of speakers a little ways away from the the Gunmen. Cowabunga was there, fine-tuning his red ZAKU's hardware. His first had been had been destroyed during Zokez, and while the one he was currently using had performed admirably at Lirath, it still wasn't quite up to his specifications.

"Hey, Humar," the Tauren said to the black lion next to him. "Mind handing me that spanner over there?"

Humar grabbed the tool in his mouth, and plopped it into Cowabunga's waiting hand.

[quick_strike]

"Then my point is made." She smiles but it's an Eldar smile. One reeking of smugness.

[punchedoutdestiny]

That scowl turned back around into a chuckling smirk, however. "They tried a bunch of crazy 'absolute despair' tactics on us, too. We kept turning things back around, though."

Re: Hangar

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon hadn't paid the music much mind - it sounded kinda cool, admittedly. However, at one point when he was looking in the general direction of the ZAKU, he noticed the Tauren. His head tilted for a moment, then he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled over the music - "Hey! If you don't mind me asking, are you a Beastman?"

A humanoid animal piloting a robot, the logic made sense - even if the robot didn't look like a Gunmen.