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[gipsy_danger]

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True to her word, Gipsy waits.

Of course, she can't do much other than that -- she's fairly constrained by previous injuries, and though her arm has been reattached and repaired she still can't quite walk on her own. This, Gipsy makes abundantly clear in beeps and grumbles, but it's mostly ignored because there's nothing they can do about it quite yet. Progress is being made, but it's not nearly fast enough for her satisfaction.

It's why she's grumpy as hell when he comes the next day; beeps decidedly irritated and far too loud for someone that had been drifting solo with a jaeger the previous day.

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[gipsy_danger]

That he's happy brings Gipsy great joy. That was part of why she had extended such effort for him, as well as why she is doing it now while she is hurt and barely functioning. Seeing him pleased has become a high priority for her.

Thank you. I am glad that it is acceptable. She could make changes if she wanted, but Gipsy herself is very pleased with the outcome of her labors.

[striker_eureka]

You look beautiful.

She completes her turn and he pulls her in for a hug, kissing her forehead because he's a dad and that's a habit he's picked up.

I'm glad you're okay, Gipsy. He pulls back a little and ducks his head so he can look at her. But hey, if this is too tiring for you, you can let it go. I don't want you to drain your systems because I like talking to you.

[gipsy_danger]

The open display of affection startles her, but floods her with appreciation and affection for him all the same, as does the compliment. She carefully returns the embrace, interested in the experience.

I am afraid that I am going to have to shut down entirely for a time. She sounds truly regretful, but she's draining her 'batteries' quite a bit by doing this. Would you like to see this again? The avatar gestures to itself and peers up at him, smiles resting on her lips.

[striker_eureka]

Take as long as you need, love.

He's still half-holding her in a hug, which is why he skims his hands up and down her upper arms. Whether or not he's aware of what he's doing is up for debate. You've had a very bad day. I think you deserve a little rest.

Reaching in, he tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear so it's not dangling in front of her eyes. I'll be here whenever you decide you want to try this again. Because yes, I'd quite like to see you again.

'You,' not 'this.' Whatever she feels comfortable doing.

[gipsy_danger]

Gipsy is not entirely sure what she should be doing with her hands right now. She settles for letting them rest at his hips (that's...good, right? She doesn't know -- he's touching her, so it must be fine to return the gesture), and nods up at him.

Thank you for coming to check on me. I had hoped we would have more time, but I am very tired.

The image flickers, but she keeps it solid in his mind for now, at least until he disconnects. He really is a remarkable man, and Gipsy finds that he's worth the effort to continue the avatar for him. He appears to appreciate it quite a bit and that he so easily refers to it as 'you' and 'beautiful' floods her with more happiness than she knows how to deal with.

You rest, too. It has been a long day for both of us.

[striker_eureka]

Oh, I plan to. I feel like I could sleep for a year.

Her happiness is as plain as day to him and it makes him feel good too, that he can cheer her up so much when she was feeling so despondent earlier. He strokes his hand over his arm again, squeezing her a little, feeling very comfortable with this embrace thing they've got going on.

(Hercules is a tactile man. Always has been. It's mostly the military training that's knocked it out of him, but even with that, he's still likely to bump shoulders with you or clap you on the arm or something. This is just an extension of that.)

Goodnight, Gipsy. I'll come see you when you're feeling better.

[gipsy_danger]

Gipsy smiles, then reaches to cup his face and pull him down so that she can drop a kiss on his forehead, like he had done for her. It's a repeat of the gesture -- if it means anything, she doesn't realize it.

She knows she likes it, though.

Goodnight, Hercules.

The image will fade from within his arms as Gipsy powers down, gently booting him from the Drift.

[striker_eureka]

He's a little surprised that she mimicked his gesture like that, but also rather touched. It's sweet. And maybe part of Gipsy's affection for him is sort of Stockholm Syndrome, but it seems pretty clear to him that she doesn't have any 'friends' as such. He's glad he can provide that kind of structure for her.

He likes it too, really, if the smile on his face is any indication.

He can feel her booting him out of the Drift and doesn't fight it, just lets himself surface. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to take a nap; he really needs one after tonight.

[gipsy_danger]

...you would think that, Herc.

Gipsy 'sleeps' for some time. Hours and hours, while the repairs are done. The crew works long into the night and the next day, frantically trying to get the Jaeger battle ready once more. With Gipsy out of commission and her normal pilot nowhere to be seen, they are a little more vulnerable than they'd like. Having her at least functional and able to be piloted is a plus -- four jaegers is not enough and when one is out of commission, knocking it to three...

Not good.

She's back up and running by the following night though, and thankfully the war clock still runs from the last attack. Nothing on the radar yet so for now, Gipsy is content to sit through repairs and diagnostic testing as she waits for someone to come inside.

Preferably Hercules.

[striker_eureka]

Likewise, Hercules spends far longer sleeping than he normally does, trying to let his body repair his aches and pains as best as it can while he loses himself in dreaming of pleasanter times. Or in completely fabricated pleasant times, which have less to do with painful memories and more to do with infuriating chess matches and short black hair. Gipsy has clearly made an impression on him with her little rendering, there.

Eventually he crawls out from his bunk and rejoins the land of the living and functional, which is when he gets briefed on the status of all the Jaegers, Gipsy included.

He's relived that she's salvageable, but he wishes it would be a little less slap-dash. He understands why they're rushing, though. The frequency of Kaiju attacks is increasing, and that's more than enough to make anyone nervous about being short a powerhouse like Gipsy Danger.

The next day, Tendo casually mentions that they've got her back online, which of course, means that Herc is climbing up her support frame to go visit.

[gipsy_danger]

She's there and waiting for him in all of her enormous mechanical glory. The repairs are mostly' complete', or as complete as they're going to get. She's online and humming softly, waiting for him to appear.

She knew he would, really. It had just been a question of when it was going to happen. Seemed like that time was now, and when he directly links in with her, her avatar is standing there and waiting.

[striker_eureka]

As soon as he recovers from the neural handshake, he smiles at her and spreads his arms. C'mon, come a little closer, it's time for hugs.

Hello, love.

[gipsy_danger]

Oh, alright. With that gesture she's in his arms immediately, wrapping hers around him and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

Hello, Hercules. How are you feeling?

[striker_eureka]

He squeezes her tight, tucking his head down against hers as he smooths one hand down her spine reassuringly.

Much better. How are you, though?

[gipsy_danger]

He's very affectionate today, and Gipsy has no complaints.

Same as you, I should think. Much better.

She probes a little into his mind, always testing the validity of it, and comes up with nothing save his honesty. His familiar aches are there and as always she wonders about them, but he hasn't lied. 'Better' does not mean 'perfectly fine'.

You are always so much more concerned about me. I am a jaeger. Harder to hurt, sort of. You are human. Why do you worry so?

[striker_eureka]

Well. He blinks a little, not quite sure how to word this properly.

We rely on you to do so much; you have to go face to face with monsters that threaten the whole world. And I know you're built for that, but even so. Someone should worry about you.

She deserves having someone worry about her. And he worries more about her than the others because she's more human to him; her AI is so well-developed that she's become his friend. Even Striker, with whom he Drifts regularly, doesn't elicit this kind of response from him.

And you're my friend, so.

[gipsy_danger]

We are built to protect. And to die, in a way. Jaegers fell frequently before the program was decommissioned. Gipsy doesn't mind dying for the cause, though it's something she'd like to avoid.

Especially lately.

And you are mine. The grip around him tightens protectively, fingers skirting up and down his back. I will protect you.

[striker_eureka]

He chuckles quietly, patting her shoulders as she squeezes him tightly.

I think I'm pretty safe in here, don't you?

Because he'd rather not think about fighting right now, about going back out there and battling more monsters, about potentially losing more people he cares about.

[gipsy_danger]

This is the safest place in the world for you, Hercules Hansen.

She loosens her hold on him because -- what is appropriate? -- and smiles. It's a warm smile, one that's genuine and visibly shows him the affection that she's always allowed him to feel.

[striker_eureka]

Then I guess I have a good reason to stay, don't I?

The answer is yes, clearly. He always has a good reason to stay in Gipsy's head; Gipsy herself is here. So. There you have it.

So what shall we do today?

[gipsy_danger]

She likes that mentality, and it's an easy thing to let him know. It's written both on her face and sent into his consciousness, her affection obvious.

I had questions for you, if you will answer them.

[striker_eureka]

He settles 'down' comfortably, smiling at her and spreading his hands a little.

Ask away, my dear. I am quite literally an open book.

[gipsy_danger]

She takes his hands, examining them curiously.

Why do you always hurt so much? No matter the rest you achieve, you still ache in the back of your mind. I know. I feel it. I want to stop it.

[striker_eureka]

He has to admit; that was not a question he was anticipating.

Well... I'm forty-three. And the past twenty-five years of my life have been in the military. I'm getting old, and my body can't quite handle the same stress it used to. I mean, I keep in shape, I eat as well as I can, but even so. We aren't built for this kind of thing, not for such a prolonged period of time.

[gipsy_danger]

Her brow is furrowed and she squeezes his hands, feeling helpless.

I don't understand. Repair yourself. It isn't difficult.