fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Sunday Crack o'Dawn Until Well Into The Afternoon

You got used to certain things, in Jaeger Academy. Like getting up at five sharp and spending the next fourteen hours in the Kwoon, working your arse off. Chuck didn't have any instructors now, or any fellow students to practice against-- didn't matter. He'd been slacking for over a week now, waiting for this new school, and it was time to pick things back up again.

Even if he was nursing a minor hangover. In fact, the hangover helped pick up the right level of aggression - that level that he was unleashing on one of the poor practice dummies right now. Going through the forms, hitting at least half of the major ones. Keep going. Keep working at it.

When he got back to the Academy in summer, he had to be in the same shape as everyone else. It didn't matter he'd be forced to stick to a crazy island boarding school, or that his father seemed to have lost his goddamned mind-- he was gonna keep working for it.

Max sat in the corner of the room, his leash tied to one of the benches. Training or not, there was no way Chuck was letting the pup out of his sight.

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Chuck processed that. "Nothing I'll need a Jaeger for, then," he said, flippantly, because it was better than another round of what'd you just say?!

"A what?"

Yeah, like a Jaeger could even fit in this town.

Chuck let go of an irritated sigh. "Giant," he said, "Robot."

"Oh."

It was starting to sound like Kaiju were considerably bigger than most demons. Alec took a swipe at a second dummy before he noted, "Never fought anything big enough to need one of those yet."

He didn't expect that to be changing anytime soon.

"Two hundred, three hundred, four hundred feet high," Chuck said. He slid back into the right stance, now that the confusion had dissipated. "We adapted."

Okay, probably Shadowhunters alone couldn't take one of those down.

"Our adaptations were on a smaller scale," Alec volunteered. It was always weird to share this, so he wasn't going to go into all the details, but fair was fair, and it wasn't exactly a secret these days. "More like enhancement. Made some people strong enough to be trained warriors against the things attacking us."

Yeah, he was apparently omitting a lot of details. Chuck had a lot to wrap his head around already.

"That's not gonna work with the Kaiju, mate."

Not that Alec didn't know that, but.

"It's the Jaegers for us."

"Well, regardless, I see why you're so frustrated about being here," Alec said after a slight pause. "Not much good you can do against the Kaiju from here. Unless watching card games on TV and attending mindless classes is somehow useful for operating one of those things. Which I doubt."

"I am eight weeks away from graduating as a Jaeger pilot," Chuck ~~bitched~~ complained. "Eight weeks, and suddenly the old man decides I need to learn how to sing my kumbaya's with the rest of the class."

Alec's sympathetic scowl was epic. "How many years do you have to do here?"

Sure, Alec, just refer to it like it was a prison sentence.

It's okay! Chuck agreed!

"One semester, then I get to go back to Anchorage and be done with this."

He hoped.

Oh. Well, that was a lot better than two years, Chuck, damn.

"You'll get through it," Alec said, sounding long-suffering. "It's mostly a waste of time, and it's an effort not to think about what can be happening back at your home while you're learning about the meaning of friendship here, but you'll probably get to fight something, at least."

Or many things. This was Chuck.

If Chuck didn't get in a fight at least once a week, the people of Fandom just weren't trying, damn it.

"At least I won't fall back too far on my training," he grumbled.

"That's the goal."

Alec sighed, swinging his arms.

Then he took the sword to the dummy again. This was turning surprisingly frustrating for him too.

The Salle, Sunday Crack o'Dawn Until Well Into The Afternoon

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