(Horizon Brave POV)
He can't be serious. He wants them to go to the basement with the weirdos! I can't let that happen. Not in a million years. I-I mean who would even actually want to go in anyone's basement? Especially if it's basement full of amalgamations of us?
(Meanwhile, in Crimson Typhoon's POV)
Man. Dodgeball isn't fun. I may have 3 arms but that doesn't mean I can easily throw things with them. It's like trying to use your left hand, when you're right handed. It works, but not well. Y'know what I mean? Literally everyone thinks having 3 arms is an advantage! But sleeping is uncomfortable. But it's pretty easy to beat my met-
(Gipsy Danger POV)
I was stretching in the living until I realized. How the hell am I stretching if I'm metal? I dismissed the thought and continued stretching, then I got into a running position. I did a mental countdown and sprinted around the house, jumping over tables and vaulting over idiots. I basically just dunked on Striker Eureka. I turned back to look at him, smiling and sticking my tounge out. "Loser!" I yelled out as I continue running. Eventually I ran by the exit of the house, seeing some new Jaegers. But there was one blue skinny looking one that caught my attention. He looked like me. We looked straight into eachothers eyes. I realized I was still running and ran a few other Jaegers. That guy had then said, "Strike." He snickered and kept following the group of the new Jaegers. Striker Eureka eventually came over to me, standing over me. "Who's the idiot now, bowling pin?" He had said with a smirk. I groaned and got up.
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Pacific Rim - Tales of Jaeger Heaven
General FictionThis is heaven for decommissioned/destroyed Jaegers. From Pacific Rim (2013) To Pacific Rim Shatterdome Strike.
