pullmeoutalive | RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

If you were anyone else, I would assume that was a pickup line.

Your compliment is noted. Though I sincerely doubt it's possible.

Oh, but I deal in the impossible. I have built machines that will switch peoples' brains, I have traveled back in time, and I have moved the moon.

You, my metal friend, are just another robot.

... Of course you have.

[You're tiny and made of meat, human, that stuff can't happen.]

But, that is where you're impossibly incorrect.

You don't believe me. But then I suppose I haven't really given you a reason to, have I?

[ Raleigh quirks a brow ] Mind telling me what you do around here?

You've given me copious reasons to have a headache, but nothing beyond that, no.

Look around you, robot. [ He waves an arm and the expansive chamber they're in. Everything is chrome and twinkling LED lights. It's packed with monitors and robots of varying sizes- small flying drones, spider-like attack models, and humanoid workers. ] Everything you see, I have built.

[He does glance around a bit. He'd have his eyebrows raised if he actually possessed any.]

And I completely reinvented a system of information storing and gathering, while overhauling the old components and instating a planet-wide network of use.

While researching the effects of detrimental substances on Cybertronian frames and attempting to negate a growing energy shortage.

[He folds his arms again.]

Your work is quite flashy, I'll give it that.

Have you now? That sounds like useful information to have. I wonder what it would take to pull it out of your head.

A lot more high grade, and a considerably more attractive frame.

Oh. I'm a pilot. A... new pilot. Or, uh, I might be.

[ Yeah, okay, that's clearly a lie. ]

[ Raleigh keeps that brow arched, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Uh-huh. Now what are you really here for?

Sometimes, I ask myself the same thing.

[ Man come on, solidarity! He was dragged back into this life too. ]

[ you wanna do some pre-horrible episode fluff?]

[ either that or Kagerou lives!AU fluff ]

[It's night. And it's cold. Cold enough to feel it even through the walls of the police HQ. Snow is likely on the way, which the prototype ninja is looking forward to, honestly. He's never seen it before. But... That isn't why he's up and about right now.]

[He'd gotten the idea from PJ, of all of them. From some smart comment the power shovel had made. Regardless, it seems like a decent enough idea...]

[Except the little cans he's trying to carry are hotter than expected. Juggling them isn't easy. And doing so quietly is even harder. If his partner is still awake, the last thing he wants to do is enter their little room crashing and banging and dropping the surprise.]

[He nudges their door open with a wingtip instead, peeking in to see if he's alone, or if Shadowmaru has beaten him.]

[ Raleigh is exhausted.

Which is why he's wondering why he's staring at the ceiling rather than sleeping. The last few hours- never mind the last few days- have been a whirlwind. Once the helicopters plucked he and Mako out of the ocean it was back to the Shatterdome and straight to the infirmary- as much as people wanted to celebrate and pat their backs or hoist them up on their shoulders or what have you. They'd been through a lot, the least of which was oxygen deprivation. They'd been pretty much ordered to report straight away, just in case.

The infirmary had also been occupied for a time by both Doctors Gottlieb and Geiszler. It had been... quite loud. Raleigh found he didn't really have the patience for their sniping at each other, thanks mostly to exhaustion, but managed to keep his mouth shut.

Now that the scientists and the medics have departed, leaving he and Mako on separate cots in a darkened infirmary to rest and recover, he finds that he cannot, for the life in him, fall asleep.

He rolls over, eyes falling on the outline of Mako on the next bed over. He's not entirely sure if she's sleeping or not, and can't bring himself to risk waking her. She's been through a lot, too. He knows, he understands intimately what it's like to lose family. But sometimes knowing it's coming is worse than not knowing. He'd been in her head when it happened, and he felt everything she felt. She'd lost more than a mentor- she'd lost a father.

There's a part of him that wants to squeeze into that little cot with her, to wrap his arms around her and never let her go, ill-advised as that may be considering what they've recently gone through. She's become nothing short of precious to him in such a short time, and it's a little astounding to think about. She's his co-pilot. His other half. A voice in the cold, lonely silence left by Yancy's death. Before he met Mako, he could have sworn that silence was never going to end. He'd to anything for her, he knows that with absolute certainty.

None of this contemplation is getting him any closer to sleep, however, so he swings his feet off of the cot and pads over to where Mako is resting. His eyes have adjusted enough that he can see a stray lock of hair has drifted over her cheek. He lets out a soft, amused exhalation, a small smile forming on his face. Even if she could probably kick is ass in a hundred different ways, there's something undeniably sweet about the sight of her lying there.

With careful fingers, he tucks her hair behind her ear. He'd been fully prepared to die in that Jaeger, but fate obviously had other plans.

And if it meant having Mako in his life, then he was certainly glad to be alive. ]

[ Mako isn't sleeping either, although she tries.

She's tired enough to, just as much waylaid by sheer exhaustion as Raleigh is, but there's still the mixed emotions flooding relentlessly through her — the elation still thrumming through her veins at finding Raleigh alive, and having been successful at the operation; grief burgeoning in her chest at the loss of Sensei; the undeniable pull of the residual Drift, after it had been terminated so quickly after they'd entered the Breach. She closes her eyes, tries to let sleep overtake her, but it's elusive.

So when she hears him rise from his cot, she's not surprised — she knows he hasn't slept either, she's listened to him tossing and turning over and his irregular breathing for the last couple of hours. She feigns sleep just to see what he does when he draws closer, and when she feels his finger brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, just the ghost of a touch, her lips curve upward in a sleepy smirk.

And then she opens her eyes, rolling her gaze up to his. ]

...I was wondering when we were both going to give up the pretense.

Yeah, well. I think you're a better actor than me, because I almost believed you were sleeping.

[ She can be a consummate actress when she wants. ]

You breathe too loudly.

I've had a broken nose once or twice. It happens.

[ he motions to the edge of her bed, wanting to sit down ]

May I?

[ Mako nods and curls up like a shrimp on her side, tucking her body to the far side of the small cot to make room for him.

Of course he can sit. She's wanted him to be closer, since the Breach — she would have preferred a (larger) single bed, to be honest. ]

Do you think we'll be here for much longer?

Probably want us to stay the whole night.

[ He takes a seat, contemplating the ceiling for another moment, a small smile forming on his face ] But it's not like there's anything keeping us here.

[ Even after all he's been through, there's still a little bit of that rebellious streak in him. ]

[ naughty, Raleigh. ]

We haven't been discharged, yet.

[ But there's a small smile on her features, echoing his. ] Where would we go?

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