Commencing facepalm in 3, 2, 1. [Canon is Pacific Rim]

[gipsypilot]

You sure do have a type when it comes to the characters you decide to pick up, don't you? Is five lines of dialogue or less a requirement with you or something? I mean, you could have at least waited until you got your hands on the comic before shoving me into a journal. Patience is a virtue sometimes. And yes, I know that I am starting to sound like Pentecost, but you seem to inspire that kind of thing.

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[gipsypilot]

[...yeah, that is about as effective as that one spider from that one video trying to hide in sand that is too shallow for it to bury itself in. Yancy quirks one brow and eases into a slightly less battle ready stance. What is this thing even doing?]

[donteatthat]

[Did it go away?

It sits still for a while, scrunched up behind the oil drum as best it can, before peeking out to check if the angry hunter-creature is still around.]

[gipsypilot]

[Yep, still here. Still staring at you. Still instinctively ready to kill you. Still wary but the tiniest bit curious about you because seriously what are you doing and why aren't you trying to eat him?]

[donteatthat]

[Uh. Shoot. Where are the nice self-creatures? This is an emergency!

Well... maybe plan A will work anyway? The kaiju ever-so-carefully brings its tail claw around and taps on the drum, the little flourish it learned from Aleksis a while back.

Yay?]

[gipsypilot]

[Yancy tenses again when the kaiju raises its tail, only to have his expression turn more bewildered when it starts...drumming?]

A drumming kaiju. Now I have seen everything...

[donteatthat]

[Encouraged, it keeps up the unholy racket, adding a happy little trill to it because drumming is good and clearly the path to world peace or something.]