forget your lust for the rich man's gold

[ruinously]

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester ruinously, Raleigh Becket unbreachable, and YOU
LOCATION: All over the station
DATE: Post mission
CONTENT: Catchall stuff for April!
WARNINGS: Mentions of hell, PTSD, radiation sickness, cancer, death. Will notify in subject lines@



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raleigh becket | pacific rim

[unbreachable]

𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕦𝕡, 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜

[ Upon arrival back at the station, Raleigh is quiet, reserved, thinking hard about the things they’ve seen and done, how the mission went in comparison to the last. Better than he’d anticipated, but maybe that’s a bit of quiet pessimism shining through. It’s not as if any of the damn missions have gone all that well.

Still, it leaves him on edge, as does the return of his pain, the nerves firing on all pistons once more, keeping him from sleep. The slow creep of radiation towards vital organs, twisting a once healthy body slowly, methodically into something different, something full of rot and decay. He needs medical attention, he knows. Sooner rather than later. The missions tend to be filled to the brim with action and problems, and Raleigh has been too distracted to have anything properly taken care of. Temporary fixes are all well and good, but he needs more. Much more.

But not tonight.

Tonight, with the stars in the far, far distance, Raleigh is on a training mat with the blade he’d borrowed from Itachi, working with it, pulling up the skills he’d gleaned from Mako, the sharpness of Tokyo’s daughter forever embedded in his brain. Slow, practiced movements. Not advanced, but not beginner. Her father had been a swordmaker, and one cannot master such an art without understanding the weapon itself.

He can also be found with a hanbō, and that he is far more practiced with, going through routines like clockwork, almost a performance. Barefeet, bare chest; clad only in sweats, Raleigh dances alone with the staff, illuminated only by the one or two lights he bothered to turn on. ]

𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖

[ It isn’t often Raleigh gets a full nights sleep. He’s a notorious insomniac, know for taking catnaps in strange places back at the Hong Kong Shatterdome. In the few short weeks he’d been there, he’d endeared himself to half the crew, and could often be found snoozing against Gipsy’s foot, ankles crossed, hard metal of the jaeger behind him. Sometimes, he would be found up on the roof, dozing like a cat, skin warmed by the sun.

Mostly though, he was awake, especially at night. It doesn’t seem to have changed here aboard the station, and Raleigh often prowls the halls in the midnight hours, when the only light comes from under other fellow insomniacs' doors.

He frequents the kitchens, looking for candies and treats, itching to fulfill his sweet tooth cravings. Sometimes he’s looking for liquor, and can be found at a table in the mess with a bottle and a glass, staring listlessly into nothing. Other times, he can be found seated by a window, staring out into space and contemplating his smallness, his insignificance when compared to the vastness of the beyond.

𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥

[ When Raleigh is actually in his room, the door tends to be open these days, closed only when he feels the crushing need for privacy, to be alone with his thoughts. He’s spent so long being alone, though, that there is a need for intimacy of the verbal sort, of friendship and open doors, of being welcomed into his space even if it’s a little uncomfortable sometimes.

He’s often on his bed, ankles crossed, leaning against what passes for a headboard, reading whatever books he can get his hands on, things he’s asked for, bought on missions, whathaveyou.

Pictures have been taped along the wall over his tiny nightstand, and the ones that didn’t fit or he ran out of tape for are in a packet wound by a rubber band, propped up against the wall.

There is a glass of whiskey a safe distance from his treasured photos, the bottle proper settled on the floor.

𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥, 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕣

(( wildcard option! Prompts don’t suit your fancy? Lets try something else! ))

𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕦𝕡, 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟

[spacedisaster]

[ After coming back, Peter spends the first two days mostly resting. He wasn't fully recovered from what happened in Scorpion's Bend when he got dragged to a literal hell city, and that wasn't very good for his health either. Nor was the following. Having wings had been cool, but one of them getting hit brought a kind of searing pain he's never experienced before. It will be hard to forget, but it's not as if Peter isn't used to it.

Eventually, he's got enough energy back that he no longer sleeps easily, both because of the nightmares and because he's always been sort of nocturnal. He needs more practice with Gamora's sword, it came in handy during the last mission, but Peter only has proper experience with firearms of all kinds, and that's how he ends up in the training room. He catches Raleigh when he's doing a routine with the hanbō and Peter is instantly mesmerized, not wanting to interrupt but curious about it. He doesn't say anything at first either, just in case he distracts the other man, but he's also not trying to hide his presence. ]

[unbreachable]

[ Raleigh's got enough awareness to know when there's someone else in the room, but there's no move to stop him, so he will finish out the routine that he's started, spinning to a stop, the butt of the staff hitting the ground with a soft thunk. He's sweaty, leaning on the staff, when he looks up and flashes a little smile. ]

Hey.

[spacedisaster]

Ey man, hi. Nice moves you've got there.  

[ It's always a delight to watch Raleigh fight or train, actually. Peter has the feeling that if Drax were around the ship, he would enjoy sparring with the man as well. ]

Trouble sleeping?

[unbreachable]

Thanks, man.

[ He's still out of breath, leaning a little on the staff before pushing off. Been a while since he's actually focused on training. These mission take up a lot of energy - in every possible way. ]

Yeah, kind of an insomniac. Figured I'd try to wear myself out.

[spacedisaster]

Ah, I know how that is. The last mission has been rough as well. [ Between the mess that was Scorpion's Bend a few months ago and later the worry that Finn, Daisy, and the others would get executed before they had the chance to be rescued, Peter has been on edge. He's always been better at focusing on other people's problems than his own, so he offers. ] If you feel like talking about it...

[ He is here to listen. And if Raleigh doesn't want to share his thoughts at all, that is fine by him too. Peter looks at the wooden stick he's holding, not familiar with what the hanbō is as a training weapon but curious. ]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to teach a fellow orber who also can't sleep? I usually use my blasters, but hand-to-hand hand-combat is more useful to burn out the extra energy.  You move really elegantly with that thing.

[unbreachable]

It really was.

[ The whole...jailbreak thing, staying behind and helping people, it had been a lot.

Plus the whole heaven and hell thing, then showing back up here and feeling like shit again. Not great. ]

Yeah man, of course. I'd be happy to. [ He gestures - there's a second one leaning against the wall - he'd been hoping that someone would show up. ]