[ open ] Welcome to Chile, Cadets.

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Characters: ALL.
Location: Valparaíso Shatterdome, Chile.
Date/Time: February 15th-28th.
Summary: The first shipment of recruits into the new Jaeger Academy program arrive. Some are staggered throughout the month, but they all have the same basic greeting. Here you are, there's where you sleep, here's what you wear, get going.
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The Shatterdome didn't look futuristic, swatches of metal and concrete transforming a portion of the harbor into five enormous bays. Nevermind that only two were currently in use. The stark greys stand out against the colorful face of the city, a hulking monolith that's been carved into the face of the city that had once upon a century been termed the Jewel of the Pacific.

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horrifically late

[counterattacked]

"Sir," don't encourage him, Yancy, he'll only get worse. But it's inevitable, really, though he does look encouraged by the hint of approval. If Eren has anything, it's willpower. He's not really good at much of anything else, unless getting himself into trouble counts. So maybe he's not good enough to pilot yet. But he'll make himself good if he has to. He'll pay out in his own blood until it's enough.

(And then he'll pay out in theirs until this is over.)

So yeah, there's something very serious about him when he answers. If anything, it's new to him to be surrounded by (some) like minded people.

"We don't have any other choice. The kaiju aren't going away, We can't just sit back and do nothing."

Wow hdu. (No it's cool no worries)

[inurhead]

Attaboy. Yancy holds back another amused snort and gives the kid a nod, playing along. This is clearly very serious to Jaeger, and he's not gonna be the jerk that tells him to chill. He shakes the spices liberally over his tray -one handed, look how skilled he is!- and drops them back into place at the cadet table. Literally drops them, and they land perfectly, cough up tiny spice geysers and then those swirl back inside like tiny hour glass sands that popped out to stretch their legs and then quickly got back to work.

"Thanks for the salt, Cadets." Yancy says, throwing them another grin and wandering off to find his brother or one of the staff members that wouldn't automatically put him to sleep on his tray.