Just for the biggest shits and irony, Human Gojira (multi-muse-mansion)
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
When Gipsy woke up as human, the numbers on her arm confused her. She'd been under the impression that the numbers were a countdown for when you died. But when she'd ask one of the LOCCENT techs about it, they'd laughed - for a good five minutes - before explaining what the numbers really meant.
How odd, that a Jaeger could have a soulmate.
She was always fascinated by the numbers, always watching as they ticked down, second by second, and she was couldn't help looking at every face she passed, trying to figure out if they were the one.
Still such an odd notion. Who would have thought that Jaegers were capable of having a soulmate? Then again, who would've thought that Jaegers would be human?
After a while, with all the work that she was given, it became easier to forget about the numbers - or, at least, to not spend every waking moment staring at them and watching them and waiting, just waiting, waiting and wondering.
She woke up one morning with the countdown at 7 hours, and that day she found herself staring at people more than ever, getting caught up in the countdown.
It just so happened that that was the busiest day LOCCENT had had in a while. There were rumours of a prisoner coming in - the Shatterdome had prisons? - and everyone had something to do. Apart, of course, from Gipsy.
At least, that was what she'd thought.
The countdown was in its final hour when the Marshal pulled her aside and briefed her on the prisoner that was coming in. Life signs were found near the Breach, apparently, washed up on an island in Indonesia. The PPDC had sent personnel down immediately, and now they were bringing it in, and the Marshal hoped that Gipsy would be able to extract whatever information that she could from him because apparently he wasn't talking - apparently, the prisoner was a him.
So giving her directions to the prisons - deep, deep underground, deeper than Gipsy had known existed - he'd sent her down.
(A glance at her wrist showed the numbers ticking down - ten minutes.)
She reached the prisons in time to see the guards bringing him in, and she drew in a sharp breath. (What had they done to him? He was bruised and bloodied all over and it made her sick to her stomach.)
They tossed him into his cell unceremoniously, and she dismissed them. A glance at her wrist as she folded her arms showed the timer reaching 00:00:00, and Gipsy was surprised.
She looked up at the prisoner, then back down at her wrist. What the hell?
