He's blowing it up? He's really blowing it up?
Not actually funny.
He was referring to cyanide. It smells like almonds.I don't put Amaretto in people's drinks unless they say they want it. Besides, I don't think it actually goes with tea.
Burnt almonds, I might add!
His fiancee, as in Misato. Since he (finally) proposed to her during or shortly after Operation Crucifix.
It is indeed German.
I wasn't quite sure what would be the proper plural to use for agents of something like that, since "A couple Section 2s" kinda looked off to me. Though I suppose "A couple Section 2 agents" would work. Either way, I clarified that line.
Fixed Thanks for error checking.
Starting to write the Madoka one, I imagine it'll be of a smaller scale than the ones before it. Also I haven't seen Madoka for ages, so this will be fun for everyone involved.
Excluding Sayaka and Kyoko of course
That reminds me of a greentext I read once, which I will now interpret into an omake.
"So what's the plan?" A gruff man spoke.
Several men crowded around a small table, overlooking their conspiracy.
An albino man of auburn hair spoke. "We've grown tired of NERV and their machinations destroying our homes and livelihoods, so we're gonna give them a taste of their own medi-"
All of a sudden they were sieged, at least 28 armoured agents bursting through the wall of the warehouse in black Ford Raptor trucks. "DON'T MOVE!" They all shouted in unison.
The gruff man simply looked on in exasperation. "What the actual fuck guys, you weren't meant to raid us until next week!"
"And just who the fuck are you?"
"I'm CIA!"
The armoured Section 2 agents simply looked amongst themselves.
"You're CIA?" Another man spoke up, hands still in the air. "I'm PSIA! We planned a raid for the week after!"
"I'm just a prefecture police officer!" Spoke another one. "We weren't even planning a raid yet!"
"I'm a UN officer! I wasn't even 'ere till last Thursdi!"
"I'm JSSDF! I got here three hours ago!"
The frustration on the lead Section 2 agent was evident. "Is fucking anyone here an actual terrorist?"
They all looked to the auburn albino.
Who took off his wig. And glared at the lead Section 2 agent, who recognised him. "I'm NERV. God knows how I didn't know about this."
The crickets were painfully audible as everyone scrambled for their ID.
"...lemme get this straight." The lead Section 2 was practically facepalming. "Everyone here is an agent?"
Nods. Other Section 2 inspected and passed their claim, which was around the time everyone finally put the guns down.
"...How the fuck did this happen?!" The lead Section 2 kicked a loose brick in frustration. "We're smarter than this!"
"Obviously there's been more than a few failures in communication somewhere down the line." The ashen boy deadpanned, moving to fly out the rubble. "How embarrassing."
They just looked on as he broke through the roof and flew away.
"...let us never speak of this again." Section 2 piled back into the black Ford Raptor trucks and pulled out, through unbroken sections of the wall, leaving the five remain officers to ponder how such a clusterfuck could happen in the first place.
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Maybe if it was milk tea; then again, nothing beats a good cappuccino with Amaretto.Not actually funny.
I don't put Amaretto in people's drinks unless they say they want it. Besides, I don't think it actually goes with tea.
Nothing beats a good cappuccino, full stop.Maybe if it was milk tea; then again, nothing beats a good cappuccino with Amaretto.
The outtake of a rogue basketball bouncing off Kiel's head during a rehearsal had left everyone rolling in laughter, especially since Kiel hadn't missed a beat on the scene.
"We are not having sex in the Test Plug set," Touji grumbled. "....again."
"Aren't we supposed to be filming?" Fuyutsuki wondered aloud. He poured himself a fourth shot anyhow.
"Bulllllll-shit!" Gendo rebutted. "It's Friday, we've worked all week, and it's time to smoke allllllll the ganja."
"Damn skippy, it is. I just cleaned out the garage and fixed the pool filter again after working all day," the Director muttered, hoisting his glass. "Pack that bowl and pass it the fuck along, Doctor Ikari."
"Arrr, matey! Ye!" Rei confirmed. She blinked at them. "Aw, come on... booty, ye, pirates? Come on, work with me, gang!"
"Yes, mistress," the other three chorused.
"That's better!"
I'm falling asleep in my chair, but I didn't want Friday to pass without something. But I'm in no shape to write the rest of Ritsuko Vs SEELE right now, so instead, we get an on-the-fly Backstage scene. Let's rock!
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Backstage 11 - Role Play
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"Hon, I thought you hated basketball."
Touji grunted slightly as he jumped and shot towards the hoop. His shot sank right in, nothing but net. He caught the ball on the first bounce and held it against his side as he wiped his brow. "I do, my dearest, but I need to stay in practice for the role, since my character is quite the stereotypical jock. Ergo, I must be able to accurately seem so on camera, lest my failure of verisimilitude undermine my scenes, or even the whole project with a disruptive fracture of the suspension of disbelief."
Hikari stared at him for a second. "I... ah, right, gotcha. Big words."
Touji sighed. "Cara mia, I do wish you would study more. Education is edification, you know."
Hikari wiggled her eyebrows at him as she walked closer, sensing his workout was over. "We could go back to my trailer and study anatomy, mmm?"
Touji frowned at her. "I think Miss Ayanami is a bad influence on you."
"Pfft, like I need any help to be a party girl?" Hikari tucked her arm under his and they began to walk off the tiny half-court tucked away behind one of the set walls. Oddly, the other side was the SEELE conference room. The outtake of a rogue basketball bouncing off Kiel's head during a rehearsal had left everyone rolling in laughter, especially since Kiel hadn't missed a beat on the scene.
"Oh, Mister Belpit... your thighs are so swollen!" Ritsuko mumbled indistinctly, walking past them with her head bent over a folded script book.
Hikari and Touji shared a look. "My word, it is quite odd to see that woman actually studying her lines for a change," Touji commented.
"No kidding," Hikari replied, staring after her. "I mean, has she had even one scene this whole project she's nailed on the first take? At all?"
"Not that I know of," Touji said, shaking his head.
"I wish we had some pages to study," Hikari grumbled. "I'm not trying to drag you back to my trailer just because I want to jump your bones, hon. I'm also bored as shit. We haven't had a good scene in weeks."
"I petitioned the Director and Mister Pen Pen for additional sheets, but alas, Kensuke and his ladies had gotten there before I, and I think they had won his slim reserves of spare attention," Touji reported mournfully.
"Dammit," Hikari muttered.
They stopped at the Test Chamber set, still dimly lit by the scene's own standby lights. A few buttons and screens flickered and blinked above them in the control room. The fact most of the scientific-seeming screens were actually screen-savers did not much detract from the general ambiance of bleeding-edge tech. In the quiet, the open and empty Test Plugs looked even more believable than they did fully lit.
Hikari let go of Touji's hand and hopped up to sit on the edge of the 02 Test Plug. "Hey, hon, you want to..." She paused.
"We are not having sex in the Test Plug set," Touji grumbled. "....again."
Hikari let out a snort of laughter. "I... hahahah! Oh, my meaty hunk of man, I actually wasn't thinking that, but still..."
He eyed his fiancé warily. "I apologize for presuming, then. If not, then what did you have in mind, siren of mine?"
Hikari ran a hand over the controls of the Plug, then swung her legs around to slide neatly into the Pilot's seat and settle in. "You want to get in one of the other plugs, or sit in this one with me, and improv some scenes? If the Director has nothing to give us right now, how about we try coming to him with something concrete to offer. Make our scenes, then bring them up. Not just let us twist in the wind and hope for the best, or even just try selling ourselves as yuri-bait fan service like Aida and those two underdressed booty-monsters."
Touji blinked. "You... you want to just... jam, improv some scenes of action with the two of us, and try convincing the Director to insert anything worthy we come up with?"
Hikari looked nervous. "Is... that not alright? Not a good idea?"
Touji leaned over the lip of the Plug and brushed his lips against hers. "Star of my heart's delight, it is a fantastic idea. That you want to just... spontaneously improv some works with me fills me with joys I cannot even properly articulate. We shall make a true thespian of you yet!"
"We already did that last month, at Rei's party, remember? I was only a little buzzed, I swear."
Touji let his head sag and sighed, but then laughed. "My dear, you got me with that 'I swear I didn't know that word!' trick once already. I shall not be fooled twice."
He hopped up on the Plug and eased himself in behind her, his muscular body making for a tight fit in the limited space of the seat. "Now... did you have a scenario in mind to begin with?"
"I was thinking something like 'I convinced Doctor Akagi to let me bring you into the plug to see if there's a synch rate difference due to our relationship, but really because I wanted to introduce you to my mom', and then there's an Angel attack when we're the only ones available or something..."
He nodded. "Mmm, not bad. Shall we take it from the start, or do you-"
"May I assist?"
The young couple both managed to somehow nearly levitate in place as the deep, Oxford-accented baritone broke in over the test chamber's speakers. "AAAAAAH!" they yelped in chorus.
"Oh, do calm down. It's not like I snuck up on you," Pen Pen chided them drolly.
The lights in the Test Chamber snapped on, and a clawed flipper-wing waved at them from the control room. "Good evening, young friends. As I said, is it alright if I offer to play the role of the control crew in your little exercise? I'm hungry for a bit more on screen work myself, indeed."
"Er... I... uh, is that even possible, sir?" Hikari asked in confusion. "I mean... leaving aside that you've already got a part that's rather distinctive, how do you expect anyone to not notice a penguin on a NERV Control Crew?"
"I shall merely be the suave, impeccably dapper voice of control on the radio in this, m'dear," Pen Pen replied cheerily. "It's been too long since I let my voice do the acting. Time to stretch my chops, again."
Hikari looked over her shoulder at Touji, who shrugged.
"Why not?" he said to her questioning look. "The good sir has more years on stage than both of us combined, on top of his degree. Let us not look a gift-horse in the mouth, as the saying goes."
"Gift-penguin," Hikari giggled in reply. Her face smoothed to a cool mask as she visibly let her character's persona take over. "Very well, then! Touji, let's do this! Control, ready when you are!"
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"Aren't we supposed to be filming?" Fuyutsuki wondered aloud. He poured himself a fourth shot anyhow.
"Bulllllll-shit!" Gendo rebutted. "It's Friday, we've worked all week, and it's time to smoke allllllll the ganja."
"Damn skippy, it is. I just cleaned out the garage and fixed the pool filter again after working all day," the Director muttered, hoisting his glass. "Pack that bowl and pass it the fuck along, Doctor Ikari."
In the shadows overhead, Mari smiled a Cheshire grin. It was time to strike!
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"I feel really silly in this," Shinji complained.
"Me too," Asuka nodded in sympathy. "This corset makes my figure look nice, but it's kind of hard to get a good breath, and it's too hot."
"Mine itches," Kaworu put in.
"Silence, slaves!" Rei cracked her whip and sneered at them menacingly. "You lost the bet, and so ye shall be my booty tonight!" She adjusted her eyepatch.
"'Ye'?" Kaworu muttered to his friends. It was easy to do so, since they were all chained up together.
"Arrr, matey! Ye!" Rei confirmed. She blinked at them. "Aw, come on... booty, ye, pirates? Come on, work with me, gang!"
"Yes, mistress," the other three chorused.
"That's better!"
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Misato looked up suspiciously and cocked her head as if listening for something.
Kaji looked up from the book of china patterns. "Something wrong?"
She shook her head. "Just feeling like we're missing something."
"Probably nothing."
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Me sleep now.
squints suspiciouslyTouji sighed. "Cara mia, I do wish you would study more. Education is edification, you know."
Apparently Chinese people are fucking weebs and proud of it. I'm not sure whether I love this country for it or have too much second-hand embarassment to return.
I'm not sure consumerist hypercapitalism is much better, but eh.I'd rather have that than the nationalistic bullcrap I'm forced to deal with on a daily basis, honestly. Seeing silly stuff like that on malls and such other places would brighten my days quite a bit.
I'm not sure consumerist hypercapitalism is much better, but eh.
The outtake of a rogue basketball bouncing off Kiel's head during a rehearsal had left everyone rolling in laughter, especially since Kiel hadn't missed a beat on the scene.
"We are not having sex in the Test Plug set," Touji grumbled. "....again."
Heh. Thespian!Touji and Hikari's interactions were amusing to read.
I'm both anticipating and dreading what Mari's up to. Likely another attempt at more screentime. Looking forward to the resulting shenanigans."Damn skippy, it is. I just cleaned out the garage and fixed the pool filter again after working all day," the Director muttered, hoisting his glass. "Pack that bowl and pass it the fuck along, Doctor Ikari."
In the shadows overhead, Mari smiled a Cheshire grin. It was time to strike!