( because genderbent pacific rim is a thing )

[antrobus]

[ She laughs and leans idly against the nearest wall. ]

Kid, let's be real here. You didn't even try to resist.

Besides. This could totally be fun.

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[withaz]

Or it could be totally terrible. [Hi, little sister is suddenly way more jealous, fight her]

[antrobus]

[ Jaz, why you gotta be like that. Come to Mama Bear. ]

Or it could totally be all the win. Come on, sis. Let's go out on the town. I'll wing for you.

[withaz]

[no you like raleigh better >|]

By wing, do you mean make out with everyone in sight?

[antrobus]

[ Not true. :|

Also, ow Jaz. Low blow. ]

...No, I meant we hang out and make fun of boys being stupid. And then you tell me what cutie you like and I'll give you tips.

Come on. It'll be fun. [ It's her downtime, she wants to catch up. You're the one who didn't want to be a ranger. ]

[withaz]

[You still picked Raleigh over her, try and deny it]

I don't feel like going out tonight, Yancy.

[antrobus]

[ It's not like she expected them to pass the program. It was a dare and they drove up and gave it a go ( training was brutal, btw ) and somehow they had what it took to be jaeger pilots.

What do you want her to say? You said 'no thanks, go to hell,' and since she wasn't Mom, could never be Mom, she let you go.

It's not something that's ever made her happy. What was she supposed to do? Tie you up and drag you along? ]

Not tonight or just not with me?

[withaz]

[Obviously you should have she was sixteen you assholes. Who leaves a sixteen year old on her own?]

Both?

[antrobus]

[ You don't think Yancy's thought of that? There are so many what-ifs that she's had to wrestle with, but while she may have been five years older than you, she was only twenty-one, so full of anger against their dad for up and leaving like they were that easy to leave behind.

She'd wanted to run away, Jaz. You wanted to stay and Raleigh had made it easy to just go.

She knows it makes her a crappy older sister. ]

Fine then.

[withaz]

[So the moral of this story is that it's all Raleigh's fault.]

You get why.

[cockpits]

I'm supposed to tell you that "it's not my fault" but hell, I'm not some messenger boy.

[antrobus]

[ Heh. Heheh. ]

Too bad. You'd be pretty cute as one. [ there is an audible Oh my God PLS from the back ] Nice hat, Hansen.

[cockpits]

Shut it, Becket.

[ glare glare glare and facepalming from the mun ]

[antrobus]

You're not the boss of me, junior.

[ Anybody tell you that your temper just makes you cuter? No? Well, Yancy won't either but that's not going to keep her from appreciating that scowl of yours. ]

[cockpits]

[ no one has ever told him that. he'd probably deck anyone who did, too, so that's a good thing.

seriously though, what are you looking at? ]

Don't call me that.

[swordmaker]

Resistance isn't their strongpoint.

[ Case in point: himself. ]

[antrobus]

It rarely ever is.

But hey, I'm all for things if they're fun.

[swordmaker]

[ He looks at her briefly with an odd expression, like he's not sure if he means to be bemused or just flat-out confused. Fun isn't exactly something he's had a lot of experience with. Maybe once when he was still a kid, but now— ]

And if they're not?

[antrobus]

[ She shrugs a little. ]

Then you either figure out how to make it fun or you say 'thanks for the shot,' and maybe walk away. [ Slight wince. ] That kind of thinking isn't for everyone, obviously.

But it keeps things simple and straightforward.

[swordmaker]

[ More concepts he's not familiar with. (Walking away will never be an option.) Makoto blinks at her for a moment and then looks away, his eyes canting to one side as he shakes his head. ] Not for everyone. [ "Straightfoward" for him is defeat is not an option. (Which, as it turns out, is a lot more complicated when you get down to it.)

Stealing a glance upward again, he manages a: ] I hope it works out for you.

[compatibles]

It'll be great. [ He means it, sincerely. Because this may not be Yancy like Raleigh knows Yancy, but it is, nonetheless. His sister. Someone he still dreams about, whose memory he's had to learn to let flow through him, not to make him hurt but to honor. ]

[ambidexter]

By fun you mean scarring for life, right?