John salutes before heading into the co-ed locker rooms to change. He's not happy about the outfit at all, he'd rather have a good, old fashioned t-shirt. There's just no help for it, however, and the loose pants and tight undershirt as slipped into before he joins the others out on the floor.
By now, there's been enough talk of him that everyone is looking. There are men and women here, all younger and all taller than he is. He doesn't mind, Harry'd been taller too. He just feels it in his age, now, seeing how young the recruits are. How hungry they are. If the PPDC isn't manufacturing new Jaeger, their only hope at becoming pilots is to wait for another to die or wash out. And if they die...well, then they have to hope to god that the machine wasn't Oblivion material.
John goes through his warm ups with the rest, the heavy scarring on each side of his shoulder absolutely visible during the moves. He finds himself pretty limber after all and by the time the sparring starts, John is excited for it.
No one here will be drift compatible with him. If their brain waves match his, fine. But Sherlock's wrong. No one here will ever actually be able to drift with him. He knows it. He can feel it. It's just something an experienced pilot knows.
Even so, he goes through the motions. He attacks all of his opponents. None are even given a chance. Even the physically fit men, five plus years his junior and in better shape than he is can not win. John is aggressive. They're not expecting that sort of combat style from him, even if they've likely all studied the way the Vatican Cameo use to move in combat. They think Harry took the lead on the piloting. They couldn't be more wrong. And that's why they all fall. They all expect John to follow in their combat dance.
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Date: 2013-08-05 12:48 am (UTC)By now, there's been enough talk of him that everyone is looking. There are men and women here, all younger and all taller than he is. He doesn't mind, Harry'd been taller too. He just feels it in his age, now, seeing how young the recruits are. How hungry they are. If the PPDC isn't manufacturing new Jaeger, their only hope at becoming pilots is to wait for another to die or wash out. And if they die...well, then they have to hope to god that the machine wasn't Oblivion material.
John goes through his warm ups with the rest, the heavy scarring on each side of his shoulder absolutely visible during the moves. He finds himself pretty limber after all and by the time the sparring starts, John is excited for it.
No one here will be drift compatible with him. If their brain waves match his, fine. But Sherlock's wrong. No one here will ever actually be able to drift with him. He knows it. He can feel it. It's just something an experienced pilot knows.
Even so, he goes through the motions. He attacks all of his opponents. None are even given a chance. Even the physically fit men, five plus years his junior and in better shape than he is can not win. John is aggressive. They're not expecting that sort of combat style from him, even if they've likely all studied the way the Vatican Cameo use to move in combat. They think Harry took the lead on the piloting. They couldn't be more wrong. And that's why they all fall. They all expect John to follow in their combat dance.