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Advice and Trust [NGE]

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Fuyutsuki: "Who the fuck gave the Pilot Corps classic literature? The last goddamn chance we had of wrangling Soryu in was to keep her occupied with brain-dead video games and technical manuals. Does anyone understand the shitstorm that is about to ensue now she's flexing her creative muscles?"
Gendo: "I'm not even gonna shoot her to force Instrumentality, she keeps setting other middle schoolers on me to reenact Caesar's death scene."
 
MoroseMobius said:
Rei: "The thousand injuries of Asuka I had borne as I best could, but when she ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge."
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Had to continue this notion. Enjoy?

Omake: A Kuudere's Revenge is Naturally Served Cold​
The thousand insults of Asuka I had borne without complaint, but when she ventured upon injury, I vowed revenge. As a colleague and comrade I had offered her advice upon a professional difficulty, and for my charity I had been struck out of sheer spite.
No more.
My planning was careful. Meticulous. None would know what I had done. Not even him. Him, for whose sake I also did this. He, who showed her kindness, and who was repaid only in scorn. He, who nonetheless, had eyes only for her.
Only for her. Not for me...
It did not matter. Today, her siren song would be silenced. Today he would be free... free to notice the one who actually looked upon him fondly.
It took place on a weekend. Her guardian was away on business, and he had been invited away to spend the day with his friends. She was alone. Even though she was watched -- as we were all watched -- my knowledge of our observers' patterns allowed me to arrive at her residence in secret. I knocked on the door.
"Who is... oh, it's you. What are you even doing here, doll?!"
"May I come in?"
"Fine. Make this quick, Wondergirl, whatever it is."
I stepped inside, closed the door, and bowed. "I wish to apologize."
"You? For what?"
"I was out of line, before... it was not my place to presume to tell you how to perform your duties. Especially not you, our top Eva pilot."
"You got that right, freak."
"There is more. Looking back I realize... I was rude to you from the beginning. When we first met, you offered friendship. I spurned that offer, and cruelly. It was wrong. More than wrong; it was an insult." I bowed deeply. "Can the great Asuka Langley Soryu find it in herself to forgive this lowly fool?"
I had calculated correctly. In her present emotional state, seeing her former rival all but groveling before her was a stroke to her ego she could hardly refuse.
"If you put it that way, I suppose I could consider it. But I hope you can do better than that."
"I brought an offering." I opened my school bag. "Major Katsuragi would hardly expect me of all people to have slipped this from her stash," I said, proffering the bottle of sake I had secreted away some nights before, at dinner. I gave my best attempt at a conspiratorial smile. "Would you like to break a few rules together?"
Asuka had no way of knowing that my... 'atypical' constitution suffered almost no effects from alcohol. For her, however... merely being of German stock would not be enough to save her.
"What?! You can't just take something like that. And we're underage!"
"The Major drinks so much she will never realize she did not already drink it herself and throw away the bottle. We are alone together, and she will not return for quite some time -- more than long enough to sober up and hide the evidence."
"Even so..."
"Are you afraid?"
That did it. "Grr... Never! Open it up!"
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We finished the bottle together, along with a handful of cans of Yebisu. I carefully arranged the remaining cans to hide their absence. I suffered through the taste, for the sake of my plan. Soon enough, Asuka's disposition had improved. And suspicion was the farthest thing from her mind.
"Yer not sho bad, Wondergrrl. Never knew ya had it in you." Asuka giggled.
"I can be full of surprises. And speaking of which... would you like to see something interesting?"
"Oh? What ish it?"
"That, is a secret. It is deep under NERV. Classified. Revealing more would spoil the fun."
"How d'ya eshpeckt to get to it if it's clashified?"
"You recall the day of the blackout, and the weeping spider angel?"
"Oh, yesh. The tunnelsh."
"Indeed. We can slip in without being seen or monitored. It can be our little adventure."
"Shure, letsh go!"
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Once again, I was able to skillfully navigate around Section 2's watchful eyes, both organic and electric. Soon we had entered the familiar access tunnels that led into to the Geofront, and lower still.
"Yer shure yer not losht?"
"I am sure."
"Of course! I should have known. You're Wondergirl, and you never get losht!"
"We are almost there."
We emerged from the access shaft into the hallways of Terminal Dogma. Little light illuminated the identical corridors of that catacomb of science, whose construction had been subject to no known rational arrangement. We crept through the jumble of old, abandoned laboratory spaces. Discarded equipment and even leftover construction supplies lined the walls.
Soon we arrived at the door. On the opposite side was something I knew would catch her attention. I swiped my badge through the reader, and the doors unsealed. Beyond, in the darkness, a vertical glass tube could be dimly seen, crowned with a foreboding collection of pipes resembling a great, disembodied human brain.
"We are here. Please, lead on."
She crept through the door. I had won.
Responding to motion, the lights in the room activated.
"Huh. Sho whatsh thish shupposed to... Was zur Hölle?"
Once, this room had housed the cores of the Dummy System. Now, useless and ignored after the destruction of its contents, it resembled nothing so much as an abattoir. Glass tanks, now illuminated, held drifting, decaying remains in filthy red water.
Familiar decaying remains.
"Gott in Himmel! Rei, are these things you? Rei? Rei, where are you?"
I had never entered the room. Instead, I had remained outside, and locked the door while she stared at the walls.
Muffled beeping from the other side attested to futile attempts to unlock the door. A pounding soon began, her fists pointlessly striking against the metal. I did not let it distract me.
Earlier, I had stashed a mask, smock, and welding torch behind the abandoned debris. I quickly donned the protective gear -- after all, I could hardly have others inquiring about burns on my skin -- and began sealing the door.
"Rei, what the Hell is this? What are you doing?"
In contrast to the Second Child, I continued in silence.
It was only a matter of time before I had fused both sides of the door together, and to the door frame. It would never open again. A moment's further work disconnected the lock panel from main power. Its dim light vanished, and the chime ceased.
I was not finished.
It had taken some time to find just the right leftover panel abandoned in Terminal Dogma, but patience and persistence were always my allies.
I dragged the panel to the Dummy Plant's entryway. The screeching metal echoed loudly, but there was no one to hear but the two of us. Soon the panel covered the gap in the wall perfectly. No one could tell that anything lay behind it.
I began to weld it into place.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
On the other side of the door, Asuka screamed.
Alone, in the depths of NERV, I chose to indulge myself. I screamed back, mocking her cries with my own. For long minutes we exchanged incoherent shouts, before she fell silent, and I continued my work.
I was nearly finished when I heard laughter from the other side, behind the panel and the door. Broken, sobbing laughter.
"This was a good one, Rei. This is a prank, right? Right?"
"A prank."
"Rei, you got me. I want to go home."
I paused. "You will not be going home, Asuka."
"Rei?"
"Do not worry. I will... comfort him regarding your disappearance."
"Rei, what are you talking about?"
"In time, I will help him forget all about you... the selfish, spiteful girl who could not see what was in front of her. Everyone will forget."
Her pounding resumed, with manic frenzy. "Let me out! Rei, please, let me out! I don't want to die! I don't want to stare at this creepy room until I die down here!"
Never let it be said that I am not merciful. I would not let her stare at the remains of my clones until she died.
I went to a nearby wall panel, and cut power to the room.
"NO! That's not what I meant! Rei, let me out! For the love of God, Rei, LET ME OUT!"
"For the love of God..." I mused.
The welding torch completed its seal around the perimeter of the panel. It was airtight. The noise ceased.
I placed my ear against the wall. Only the faintest beating could be heard from the other side.
I casually arrayed some of the nearby debris against the wall. No one would suspect that a door had ever been here. To my knowledge, she remains there still. In pace requiescat.
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The audience in the school auditorium stared in stunned silence.
Cheers and applause followed.
Asuka emerged from behind the "sealed door," and bowed with Rei to the crowd, hand-in-hand.
"Thank you, thank you! And thanks also to Shinji Ikari, Kaworu Nagisa, Kensuke Aida, Kyoko Sakura, Sayaka Miki, Touji Suzuhara, Hikari Horaki, and, of course, Edgar Allen Poe, for helping us put on this little production!" Asuka gushed.
"If you wish to purchase a video recording, please speak to Kensuke Aida of Class 2-A," Rei added.
"Thank you all, and please enjoy the rest of the Tokyo-3 Junior High Cultural Festival!"
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"You can be pretty twisted, Rei."
Rei smiled softly. "Thank you, Asuka."
"No, seriously; that was a chilling delivery; you really sold it there."
"Your performance, too, was quite effective."
"Well, I was able to draw on plenty of real fears for that whole 'screaming panic' scene. I'm just glad now that things never actually got that hostile between us. Remind me never to piss you off."
"Indeed. I, too, am glad."
"See you tomorrow!"
"And you as well."
 
Schpoonman said:
Fuyutsuki: "Who the fuck gave the Pilot Corps classic literature? The last goddamn chance we had of wrangling Soryu in was to keep her occupied with brain-dead video games and technical manuals. Does anyone understand the shitstorm that is about to ensue now she's flexing her creative muscles?"
Gendo: "I'm not even gonna shoot her to force Instrumentality, she keeps setting other middle schoolers on me to reenact Caesar's death scene."
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This is how we end up with a retelling of A Midsummer Night's Dream with Shinji and Kaworu as Helena and Hermia.
 
WC-83 said:
Not really. Funny thing, I decided to finally watch Cowboy Bebop and in one episode with the harmonica kid:
Me: Hey look, Shinji Ikari's on the harmonica tonight.
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HA HA!

In this case, Shinji and Asuka are merely WATCHING the show as a bonding experience!

They're not going to that universe at all, Christ knows how nasty that would be.
 
WC-83 said:
Rei, Kaworu, Asuka, Shinji, and Misato: Caesarmustdie Caesarmustdie Caesarmustdie!
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"Friends, Pilots, Countrymen lend me your ears;
I come to bury Gendo Ikari not to praise him;
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
But this isn't the case here for he was a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality."

"Hey!"

"I didn't mean you or Rei baka, it's just what was in the script."

"Miss Soryu, that last line is from a completely different play."

"It's called artistic license Trout."
 
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1400 word scene done, but I want 1 or 2 more hopefully short ones to go with it. Preview:

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"Shinji, Asuka… may I ask a favor?"

Shinji exchanged a sidelong look with Asuka as he lowered his bow after the end of their latest piece. Playing together had been remarkably easy, like they'd been doing it for weeks. "Of course, Rei. Anything," he replied.

Rei put her viola away before answering. "Could you both… wait in the kitchen for a while? I… wish to discuss something with Nagisa that relates to the… matters we cannot mention to you yet. But Commander Ikari and his watchers believe Nagisa and I to be bitter enemies. I do not want the Commander to realize we are allies and friends now. He would likely take action against both of us. He would notice if we spent time alone together. But as long as you are here, our being together can be passed off as you two acting as moderators," she said, sounding both awkward and nervous. "He and I will withdraw to my room, and speak as briefly as possible. If… you do not mind acting as our cover?"

"Let me get this straight," Asuka said with a growing smirk. "You want us to go as far away as we can without leaving the apartment and not listen, while you and Rainbow Trout here go into your bedroom for a 'private conference'? Have I got that right?"

Rei flushed slightly. "Asuka, you know it is not like that." She hunched her shoulders defensively, managing to look like a child caught in a mildly naughty act. "We are… just friends."

"Of course you are, Rei," Asuka assured her, smirk diminishing not a bit. "We'll just leave you alon-"

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"Uh, Kaworu..."

"Yes, Asuka?"

"Why are you rubbing that box against your face?"

"Boxes are quite wonderful things. The joy they may contain. Um... would you please excuse me. Baseball, baseball, baseball..."
 
I give you all the perfect Rocky Horror Picture Show setup line, and not a single person says "SAY IT! SAY IT!"? Fooey...

I bet you don't even throw toast either.
 
Asuka woke up.

She was in a stadium, in the highest of seats.

The crowds were cheering at the charioteers below.

Right next to her were her loyal companions; Shinjeodora, Misaornian, Reillisaurius, and Genohn the Cappodocian- wait a minute-

"Easy, dear, have some grapes." Shinjeodora said.

"Misaornian, your legal advisor, is apparently sacrificing pigs to pagan death gods. Honestly, you hire the most interesting people to work with you sometimes. Pagans! Why do you pick these people?" Shinjeodora said, mostly with a smile brighter than the sun itself.

Asuka then laid down her commandments; "Yeah, Misaornian's a heathen, but she's an overly competent heathen, so she's staying."

Shinjeodora sighed, before making a reply; "Honey, will this honestly appease the people? You arrest two charioteers for murder, and you calm down the people with... chariot racing and charioteers."

Asuka then replied, in her own queenly voice; "There's nothing more calming than the grand charioteers! Go blue-!"

NIKA!

NIKA!

Those chants worried Asuka. Oh fuck. The blues and the greens are co-operating. When they co-operate, the plague of anarchy spreads through these proud streets-

NIKA!

NIKA!

People were dying. Enough to flood the stadiums with blood. Asuka was looking for a messenger; go get Reillisaurius-

NIKA!

NIKA!

The city was burning. Tens of thousands lay dead upon the streets.

She had to escape-

NIKA!

NIKA!

Crap, the riots are escalating.

GENDO MUST DIE!

GENDO MUST DIE!

Wait, what? He was a monster, yes, but he was at least a competent tax... man....

Asuka was comatose, stuck inside a burning city.

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Asuka woke up.

Then she saw the World Cup match.

Ah.

"Shinji~~~~~!"

"Yeah?"

"... The German national football team won."

"Yeah. That was years ago. 2014."

Then she looked at the book right next to her.

Justinian and Companions.

Of course.

THAT'S WHY SHE DREAMED OF THE NIKA RIOTS!

It wasn't the angels, wasn't the angels-

"Asuka, why do you have-"

"Dreams of the Byzantine empire?"

....

....

....

"... I like Tribonian." She lied.

"But you don't talk about Tribonian. You talk about Justinian. I think I heard you say, "All hail the Empress" without shame."

"As I should."

"Obviously."

"... I'm putting chainswords in the next one."

"But I'm not interested-"

"My dreams. Also, relax, I'm wearing a bikini as well."

"-DREAM AWAY, SWEET EMPRESS!"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Not that good, admittedly.
 
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