HANGAR LOG [open]

[raynos]

WHO: robots and YOU
WHAT: catchall sort of thing for robot pilots, robot enjoyers, and perhaps even robot haters.
WHERE: the hangar
WHEN: mumble mumble september
WARNINGS: discussions of Canon-Typical Violence, probably


LILITH's hangar is a wonderland of mechanical delights, if you're some kind of robot nerd. Beyond the base's personnel transport, fleet of camper vans and a bevy of personal vehicles, there are GIANT ROBOTS. Or...they were giant robots. Now they're considerably smaller. But still cool!!

With robots come pilots, tending to their mechs or checking out everyone else's, or maybe just chillaxing in here if they need a moment's peace. Of course, being that the hangar is open, pilots aren't the only Outsiders in here; anyone can just waltz on in and ogle whatever is here. (Tampering with the robots is ill-advised, however.)

[OOC: standard mingle log rules apply: toplevel with your characters, tag out, enjoy. mecha-canon characters and non-mecha peeps alike are more than welcome!]

Comments

[30storieshigh]

Zoid. Interesting. That is the species then?

[ Godzilla turns to face Jamie fully. He's not impolite, you should always talk looking another person in the eye. ]

I know not what humans call them in my world, I am incapable of conversing with them. Hostile ones created a metal version of myself, I term it faker, the word fits. [ A shrug. ] Usage of it has become habit. No offense is meant by this.

[raynos]

Species...? Not really, that's. Just what they are. This one's called a Raynos, it's a pteranodon-type.

[Jamie is now supremely confused; he hasn't connected that this reasonably chill person is the unhinged giant lizard that destroyed part of the Redemption barracks not too long ago.] ...no offense taken, I guess I'd call 'em fakers too if I didn't know better. But uh. Why would someone make a metal version of you?

[Whatever the reason, there's gotta be some kind of fascinating story here.]

[30storieshigh]

[ A shrug. ]

To have a weapon, like most things your kind create. Perhaps the humans behind it thought they could capture some of my power in copying my image. It failed, of course, the faker broke free of their control shortly before its easy destruction.

[ No it was not destroyed easily. It kicked his ass halfway across Hong Kong before it was stopped. Goji may not be a complete liar but he's slightly revisionist with his own battles. ]

Your "Raynos" here was built with similar intent, yes? Is the sentience a result of intent or incidental?

[raynos]

[Jamie's starting to piece things together and he doesn't particularly like the picture that's forming. Still! - maybe the guy's just a humanoid alien with sick-ass powers or something that the people of his world wanted to replicate. That could be a thing, right?

His gaze flicks from Totally Not Godzilla to his Raynos as he carefully shrugs off the backpack carrier holding his kaijuu egg. The question has him thinking a bit, as it's somewhat of a chicken-or-egg situation, so to speak.] Zoids were on Zi way before humans got there and we just...adapted 'em for our use. They could already think and all that stuff, and I guess that's part of why we use them, but it's also because they're just...there. It's convenient.

[30storieshigh]

[ Catching sight of the kaiju egg Jamie is looking after has Godzilla shifting his position just a bit, a subtle step back and to the side. Accidentally touching one of the eggs has already lead to unfortunate consequences (Sorry Ishmael, didn't mean to catch you in the splash zone...) so he'd rather avoid any further issues. This way he's positioned in such a way that if fate does rear its ugly head he won't, say, accidentally bump into the Raynos and start an entirely avoidable fight.

Of course that's not the only problem. Jamie's explanation pokes at something in the big guy's head, something that overrides his baseline distrust of fakers with a distaste for the less likable aspects of humankind. ]

You arrived upon their world and turned them to your use.

[ He Does Not Like That. The humans of his world were attempting the same with some of the titans. Said humans are dead now. While Earth may be Godzilla's territory and concern the idea of another world's balance being interrupted still rankles him. It's taking all his self control not to growl! Instead he glances at the Raynos and addresses it directly. ]

And your kind do not find this objectionable?

[raynos]

[Jamie, already on edge, picks up on the edge in Godzilla's tone and reflexively shrinks back, apprehension beginning a slow lazy loop in his stomach. The egg sling is still clutched in his hands, mostly because he's focusing all his attention on the individual in front of him.]

People have been taming animals and stuff f-forever. Even back on Earth. It's not any different from - whatever we did with dogs or cats or...

[The Raynos chirrs amiably at Godzilla's question, but as before doesn't understand what's being said to it; all the beast knows is that the other human is once again focusing on it, so it lowers its nose again for another pat. Jamie shifts uneasily from foot to foot.]

It...doesn't understand you. Zoids can't talk.

[30storieshigh]

[ The little wheel inside his head is being spun up as he absently reaches down to pat at the Raynos's snout once more. The human is scared of him, this is...

Oh he's doing that thing again isn't he? That thing where he's heavily aggressive, scaring someone smaller than him, and likely setting himself on the path to burning down another room and further punishment. He should really, really take a moment and think this through. Thankfully Jamie's explanation makes sense even to the dinosaur. ]

Ah! Sentient, yet not sapient then? Mechanical however found that way by your kind rather than created. Unusual.

[ The big guy gives a nod and a thumbs up to Jamie. ]

Peace then. I have no intent to quarrel with you nor your companion.

[raynos]

[Panicky and easily-damaged as he is, Jamie is internally debating his options - flee, stand his ground, or try to climb the Raynos and use it to kick Godzilla before the lizard in disguise can murder him - when the big guy finally speaks. Even then, though his words are a welcome relief, Jamie remains tense - stiff-shouldered, leaning noticeably away from Godzilla, and gawking at him wide-eyed.

The Raynos, meanwhile, leans into the pat, thrumming contentedly and unaware of its pilot's apprehension.]

Um...good? I, uh, don't want to...quarrel with you either.

[He pauses and carefully returns the thumbs-up, clinging to the egg sling with his free hand. Best to communicate in whatever way Godzilla seems familiar with, lest any doubt remain about Jamie's absolute lack of interest in picking a fight.]