canon ; pacific rim | because y'all need your grumpy englishman.

[integer]

I suppose this is meant to be a form of flattery.

[ as he leans on his cane and scowls. ]

And what makes you so certain that we are - I believe the term is - drift compatible? [ yeah that's totally the same thing. he rolls the r on 'drift.' ] Is that the intention? Get inside my head? Share my thoughts?

It's funny. Really. It could be of some benefit to you, as I can tell already you don't know the difference between cosines and tangents, at the most basic level - any uses for algorithms or any appreciate for cold, hard data -

[ no. ]

Unfortunately for you, I'm not going to be here to clean up your potential messes.

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i'm dying.

[integer]

[ what.

and there goes hermann, somewhat shaky, and frowning. ]

One would think whatever agency you work for would, in fact, provide protective equipment.

:D

[doctorweevil]

That would just ruin all the fun of being a badass secret organisation, wouldn't it?

[But, really, Owen agrees with him. Or he does after being shot like...three times, but who's counting? (He is definitely counting.)]

I'd say it's hard to figure out what sort of protective gear you require for aliens, but strangely, every time I've been shot, it's been by humans, and with perfectly ordinary bullets.

[integer]

Aliens. [ hermann can't help but scoff. come on, his twin's just supposed to take creatures like that down with completely ordinary means? nothing special? okay. ]

Might I suggest bulletproof vests as an investment?

[doctorweevil]

Aliens are one of the many occupational hazards of working on top of a rift in space and time.

[Look, Hermann, it's Torchwood, you can't apply things like logic. Where would they be if they couldn't kill off all their main characters willy-nilly whenever they felt like it?]

Seems like that would be the logical choice, yeah. Not one I particularly have to worry about these days, though.