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- Gladstone, OR
Conviction was all Ikari Gendo needed. The willingness to do anything and everything in pursuit of a goal. If the scenario had collapsed, the only thing he required was a new one.
Fuyutsuki cradled his shotgun in the crook of his arms. Reflected in the polished elevator door, Gendo could see the old man's hand choked up on the barrel, twisting fitfully. "You are contemplating a bold move, Ikari."
"With the situation as it stands, alternatives are vanishing quickly." Gendo peeled off his white gloves, flexing the scarred skin on his palms. They couldn't sweat anymore.
"Or spending themselves before you can." The old man grinned faintly.
Gendo for his part needed no reminder. The boy had changed, resolute, defiant and now beyond a mere threat. The Third had become unto a force of nature, a storm where only a select few were sheltered in the eye. A luxury Gendo lacked. Mere words had subverted his authority, damning his attempts to secure the future. He was not one to disregard power rhetoric, however. Potent words in the correct ears had taken him so far, after all.
Perhaps now they needed to listen, to the tones of dead gods dreaming.
The elevator descended while compressors and great engines churned in the distance, equalizing air and pressure. The car plunged past alien strata and layers of armor, until it broke open into the vast cavern more than a kilometer beneath Central Dogma. Sliding open with a whisper, the doors opened and that palpable impact of decaying blood and rust filled their noses. Far, far below, nailed to her cross was the Second Angel, pallid white and bleeding without end.
On the gantry, the two men jogged forward, crew shoes beating a gentle rhythm against the metal platforms as they approached the secure archives. Gendo swiped the card and leaned to the side, letting Fuyutsuki sweep his weapon across the open door.
The old man nodded once. "All clear."
Inside, Gendo ignored the old reports and recordings of the Dead Sea Scrolls- they had long since been rendered useless, and his memory of Red persisted. None of the invaders or their strange powers evoked that color in any meaningful sense. The most notable faction were themed around grey and white flames, and the rest were simply an incomprehensible mass of individuals and entourages.
At the far end of the room, a simple, tall cabinet waited, and Gendo tugged it open. Fuyutsuki readied his weapon, not quite aiming it at Gendo's back. "With caution, Ikari."
"It's our last blind look at the Dead Sea Scrolls. If the answer is not here, then we are truly in trouble" Gendo intoned softly, puling out a manilla envelope and easing the flap open.
Two photographs slipped out, marked with translations. Picking the first up, Gendo read it aloud. "'What makes a man-'"
He flipped to the other. "'More than a man?'"
The Commander of NERV frowned, turning to face the armored vault door embeded in the wall and the dusty keypad nearby. "A good suit."
He punched in the code without a word, and Fuyutsuki sucked in a harsh, unsteady breath. Locks churned, clanking faintly behind thick hardened steel as the door swung open on oiled hinges. Past the vaulted door, a light snapped on inside a glass case, and pinned to a wire frame was a pair of slacks, a silk shirt, jacket and tie. Cuff links inset with rubies gleamed bloody crimson in the spotlight.
"It has been a long time since I have laid eyes on such a thing..." Fuyutsuki exhaled and lowered his shotgun; they both knew it would be of no further use here. "Ritsuzen."
Gendo's reply was to tug loose his tie with a fingertip, stepping out of his clothes in the time it took to blink. The pants and undershirt slipped on without a sound, and the virgin-new shoes cradled his feet like Atlas shouldering the world. An old blues guitar riff echoed out in his mind as he adjusted the collar and brushed some imagined dust from his shoulder. The cuff links fit together with a muted click, and Gendo stood attired.
He only just finished with his black tie when the vault exploded.
All four walls and the floor fell away with a roar. both men dropped, airborne and ill-equipped for the experience. Beneath them, churning and writhing through the pools of fetid LCL and underbelly of NERV were monsters, horrors of gaping maws and snapping tentacles. Knights in full plate riding flying horses readied lances of ivory ringed with razored emeralds. Fuyutsuki moved with a speed that defied his age, grabbing his shotgun and blasting the nearest one twice in the face before stealing the mount.
Gendo fell, unconcerned. The silk surrounding him thrummed with improbable potential, and for the first time in a decade, he felt the faintest stirrings of an other against his own sense of self. Guided by instinct, he reached for the cuff link even as he plunged towards the sprawling pool of LCL and clawed tentacles below.
His heartbeat was a power chord. "AT-Field- OSTRACIZE!"
Blood wicked out from the hole punched in his wrist, soaking into the silk sleeve and denaturing to LCL in the space of a breath. Alien muscles and energies clamped down on his body, locking him into a moment of agonizing, exhilarating pain before blooming into a rightness that defied all reason. He twisted rapturously in the embrace of the many strands binding his naked form, back and stomach rippling as it manifested into a newer and more powerful shape around him. Though his arms had been wrenched over his head, the unexpected surge in strength still uplifted him, building in uncontrollable tenor.
It thrummed all around him as a drumming pulsebeat through his veins, and then as his own vital signs, growing in magnitude until it rose up and consumed the man named Ikari Gendo utterly. He could feel it in every cupping, clinging surface that rode tightly up his body with punctuated elastic snaps. At a mighty flex of his limbs, simple bindings shattered into a cascade of tinkling silver motes, throwing flickers of light across his sweat-slicked muscles, the creeping anxiety which had driven him to the vault already forgotten. The air pulsed under the pressure of his release and his hair wove with it, blown wild and untamed by his transformation.
Hovering in the air above the slavering beasts, Gendo stopped. He stared down at himself. He posed.
The suit had changed, painting his limbs in sensual blacks. From his neck down past his hip bones, every glorious, chiseled and hirsute inch of his torso was on display. His pectorals were unto slabs of sculpted tungsten, proof against myriad arrows and slurs.
"So..." Gendo took in a deep, cleansing breath, contemplating the domineering pouch. "This is true power."
A booming burst of flame heralded the arrival of his first opponent- a figure of hot metal, dribbling oil down sizzling planes of rough-hewn anatomy. Gendo nodded, even as Fuyutsuki cheered from the background. The figure towered over Gendo, twenty feet high and proportioned to match, yet the elder Ikari was yet still more potent. Lunging forward across the air, the burning warrior tackled the Commander and pulled him into a tumbling grapple, sending them past the LCL lake and into the Evangelion graveyard.
They scrambled, wrestling and twisting around even as more hot oil drizzled down from red-hot chinks in the enemy's armor. Eyes burned with tongues of flame and Gendo reared back, slamming his head into the thing's golden teeth. Twisting, the pair tumbled around, palming and thrusting for dominance. Gendo wrenched his arms around, folding his foe's limbs up double in a bow, before executing a folding swan and concluding their duel.
Having vanquished his foe, Gendo leaped back to the center of the chamber, vaulting hundreds of yards with a single bound. He stopped again in mid-air, hovering above the roiling mass of tentacles. His second opponent rose out of that undulating mass, casting the limbs aside like the petals of an obscene flower. Milky green skin showed lush curves of a woman that merged into tendrils, vines and roots from knees down into the floor. Her hair was leaves, and her hands ended in wicked claws of gnarled bark. Sap dripped from her lips and she hissed, rising high on a column of pollen and pheromones.
Behind his glasses, Gendo quirked an eyebrow high. There was a Freudian unfurling, and he raised his prowess without lifting a finger. Still slathered in oil, he allowed no equal to his aching skill, and his opponent vanquished herself upon his weapon with a cry that shook the whole Geofront.
Conquest vigorously completed, Gendo turned lazily, wondering what his next challenge would be. It came in the form of a Angel, heralded by a rush of magma and extruded into real space from the skein and weave of its own soul.
He cocked his head to the side. "Ah. Sandalphon. I thought we skipped you."
Gendo proceeded to then axe-kick the Angel into ground, killing it instantly. The recoil and counter-force sent him rocketing skyward into the ceiling. He punched through sediment, dimensional disturbance and supertech armor, all shredding against the indestructible frames of his glasses and ground to powder against the dense masculinity represented by his beard. His chin cracked Tokyo-3 in half, and he pierced the six-legged castle monster from the bottom to the top, which then burst into a miles-wide spray of liquid architecture across the hills.
He stared down at the ruined city, spotting a flash of purple and green. "Shinji. I am proud of you, son."
Evangelion Unit-01 ran to the ragged edge cut through the ground, looking up at the shining star in the sky that was Ikari Gendo. The Eva's head swung forward and the plug shot out, gushing LCL as Shinji ripped free. Gendo descended slowly, until they were only a few meters apart.
The boy looked up at his father, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "Really, father?"
"No." And then Gendo kicked Shinji in the Valor.
Bold RED kanji dominated the sky, punctuating the blow and exulting the technique as for all to see-
His left pectoral twitched, then his right. Bump- Ba-bump-bump.
Unit-01 shuddered, exploding into a mass of LCL before condensing, drawing inward and shaping itself anew. He held out his arms and was rewarded with one gloriously naked Ikari Yui. She landed on him, arms hooked around his neck and lovestruck. Together, they dropped down to street level, only to watch their son pull himself from the rubble. The golden mark on his brow shined bright, and he stalked towards them, hands at his sides and fists clenched.
When he finally got close enough to speak, Shinji pressed a thumb against the side of his nose and snorted, blowing a wad of blood away. "Celestial Monkey Style- you've been practicing, father."
He dropped into a familiar stance, one that went beyond position of his feet or how he held his arms. "But it is still no match for my Solar Hero Style."
Yui slid down Gendo's front, (still smeared in oil from earlier), cooing happily as she wrapped her (heavenly) naked body against his black-clad thigh. Gendo frowned, and his glasses gleamed in the waning sunlight. At the same time, his nipples seemed to emit their own glorious gleaming illumination...
"Perhaps." He allowed. "But there is something about me that you don't know."
"What's that, father?" Shinji spat, eyes burning hard. Katsuragi, Sorhyu, that civilian girl and the new robot pilot appeared, wielding pom-poms and showing hearts in their eyes.
I-" Gendo ignored them, starring past his glasses and smirking. "- am wasting the entire show budget, here and now."
Shinji cringed as he became unto a storyboard single frame, recoiling and clutching his heart in the next as his voiceover phoned in. "No. No! That's not true! That's impossible!"
The revelation sent the boy reeling, literally and physically picking him up as a slip of paper, with the power and damnable certainty of their genetic lineage. He sailed away, flipping end over end through more of the ruined city before sliding to a halt face-down a hundred yards away. Below, the earth quaked. A pale white hand flailed out from the tear in the Geofront roof, Lilith pulled herself bodily and bloodily free from the underground. Yui stared up at her, and Gendo merely smiled.
The Second Angel looked down at them both with its seven-eyed mask, tilting its misshapen head side to side before seemingly coming to a decision. It bubbled, burbled, exploding into LCL like Unit-01 had before. And like before, it resolved into Yui, who took her rightful place clinging to Gendo's free leg. His two wives ran their hands up and down his thighs, fingers ghosting scandalously high before dancing back down. Striding forward, he moved towards his most important place of power. Linking his fingers together, he leaned forward and planted his elbows on the glossy black surface.
In the ruins of Tokyo-3, Ikari Gendo sat at his desk, with two identical Yui intimately nestled beneath it.
God was in his heaven, and all was right with the world.
Shinji's extended fist disagreed with that. "Heaven. Thunder. Hammer."
The impact tossed Gendo, his wives, and his desk into the air, sending them hurtling across the world until they crashed into what was apparently Katsuragi Misato's apartment. He had never been there, but somehow he knew that it was the only such place worth mentioning in all of Tokyo-3. An alarming amount of time and effort had been expended upon on it. To the detriment of other things, he was sure.
Gendo looked over at the calendar pinned to the wall. "Hmm. April first."
Fuyutsuki cradled his shotgun in the crook of his arms. Reflected in the polished elevator door, Gendo could see the old man's hand choked up on the barrel, twisting fitfully. "You are contemplating a bold move, Ikari."
"With the situation as it stands, alternatives are vanishing quickly." Gendo peeled off his white gloves, flexing the scarred skin on his palms. They couldn't sweat anymore.
"Or spending themselves before you can." The old man grinned faintly.
Gendo for his part needed no reminder. The boy had changed, resolute, defiant and now beyond a mere threat. The Third had become unto a force of nature, a storm where only a select few were sheltered in the eye. A luxury Gendo lacked. Mere words had subverted his authority, damning his attempts to secure the future. He was not one to disregard power rhetoric, however. Potent words in the correct ears had taken him so far, after all.
Perhaps now they needed to listen, to the tones of dead gods dreaming.
The elevator descended while compressors and great engines churned in the distance, equalizing air and pressure. The car plunged past alien strata and layers of armor, until it broke open into the vast cavern more than a kilometer beneath Central Dogma. Sliding open with a whisper, the doors opened and that palpable impact of decaying blood and rust filled their noses. Far, far below, nailed to her cross was the Second Angel, pallid white and bleeding without end.
On the gantry, the two men jogged forward, crew shoes beating a gentle rhythm against the metal platforms as they approached the secure archives. Gendo swiped the card and leaned to the side, letting Fuyutsuki sweep his weapon across the open door.
The old man nodded once. "All clear."
Inside, Gendo ignored the old reports and recordings of the Dead Sea Scrolls- they had long since been rendered useless, and his memory of Red persisted. None of the invaders or their strange powers evoked that color in any meaningful sense. The most notable faction were themed around grey and white flames, and the rest were simply an incomprehensible mass of individuals and entourages.
At the far end of the room, a simple, tall cabinet waited, and Gendo tugged it open. Fuyutsuki readied his weapon, not quite aiming it at Gendo's back. "With caution, Ikari."
"It's our last blind look at the Dead Sea Scrolls. If the answer is not here, then we are truly in trouble" Gendo intoned softly, puling out a manilla envelope and easing the flap open.
Two photographs slipped out, marked with translations. Picking the first up, Gendo read it aloud. "'What makes a man-'"
He flipped to the other. "'More than a man?'"
The Commander of NERV frowned, turning to face the armored vault door embeded in the wall and the dusty keypad nearby. "A good suit."
He punched in the code without a word, and Fuyutsuki sucked in a harsh, unsteady breath. Locks churned, clanking faintly behind thick hardened steel as the door swung open on oiled hinges. Past the vaulted door, a light snapped on inside a glass case, and pinned to a wire frame was a pair of slacks, a silk shirt, jacket and tie. Cuff links inset with rubies gleamed bloody crimson in the spotlight.
"It has been a long time since I have laid eyes on such a thing..." Fuyutsuki exhaled and lowered his shotgun; they both knew it would be of no further use here. "Ritsuzen."
Gendo's reply was to tug loose his tie with a fingertip, stepping out of his clothes in the time it took to blink. The pants and undershirt slipped on without a sound, and the virgin-new shoes cradled his feet like Atlas shouldering the world. An old blues guitar riff echoed out in his mind as he adjusted the collar and brushed some imagined dust from his shoulder. The cuff links fit together with a muted click, and Gendo stood attired.
He only just finished with his black tie when the vault exploded.
All four walls and the floor fell away with a roar. both men dropped, airborne and ill-equipped for the experience. Beneath them, churning and writhing through the pools of fetid LCL and underbelly of NERV were monsters, horrors of gaping maws and snapping tentacles. Knights in full plate riding flying horses readied lances of ivory ringed with razored emeralds. Fuyutsuki moved with a speed that defied his age, grabbing his shotgun and blasting the nearest one twice in the face before stealing the mount.
Gendo fell, unconcerned. The silk surrounding him thrummed with improbable potential, and for the first time in a decade, he felt the faintest stirrings of an other against his own sense of self. Guided by instinct, he reached for the cuff link even as he plunged towards the sprawling pool of LCL and clawed tentacles below.
His heartbeat was a power chord. "AT-Field- OSTRACIZE!"
Blood wicked out from the hole punched in his wrist, soaking into the silk sleeve and denaturing to LCL in the space of a breath. Alien muscles and energies clamped down on his body, locking him into a moment of agonizing, exhilarating pain before blooming into a rightness that defied all reason. He twisted rapturously in the embrace of the many strands binding his naked form, back and stomach rippling as it manifested into a newer and more powerful shape around him. Though his arms had been wrenched over his head, the unexpected surge in strength still uplifted him, building in uncontrollable tenor.
It thrummed all around him as a drumming pulsebeat through his veins, and then as his own vital signs, growing in magnitude until it rose up and consumed the man named Ikari Gendo utterly. He could feel it in every cupping, clinging surface that rode tightly up his body with punctuated elastic snaps. At a mighty flex of his limbs, simple bindings shattered into a cascade of tinkling silver motes, throwing flickers of light across his sweat-slicked muscles, the creeping anxiety which had driven him to the vault already forgotten. The air pulsed under the pressure of his release and his hair wove with it, blown wild and untamed by his transformation.
Hovering in the air above the slavering beasts, Gendo stopped. He stared down at himself. He posed.
The suit had changed, painting his limbs in sensual blacks. From his neck down past his hip bones, every glorious, chiseled and hirsute inch of his torso was on display. His pectorals were unto slabs of sculpted tungsten, proof against myriad arrows and slurs.
"So..." Gendo took in a deep, cleansing breath, contemplating the domineering pouch. "This is true power."
A booming burst of flame heralded the arrival of his first opponent- a figure of hot metal, dribbling oil down sizzling planes of rough-hewn anatomy. Gendo nodded, even as Fuyutsuki cheered from the background. The figure towered over Gendo, twenty feet high and proportioned to match, yet the elder Ikari was yet still more potent. Lunging forward across the air, the burning warrior tackled the Commander and pulled him into a tumbling grapple, sending them past the LCL lake and into the Evangelion graveyard.
They scrambled, wrestling and twisting around even as more hot oil drizzled down from red-hot chinks in the enemy's armor. Eyes burned with tongues of flame and Gendo reared back, slamming his head into the thing's golden teeth. Twisting, the pair tumbled around, palming and thrusting for dominance. Gendo wrenched his arms around, folding his foe's limbs up double in a bow, before executing a folding swan and concluding their duel.
Having vanquished his foe, Gendo leaped back to the center of the chamber, vaulting hundreds of yards with a single bound. He stopped again in mid-air, hovering above the roiling mass of tentacles. His second opponent rose out of that undulating mass, casting the limbs aside like the petals of an obscene flower. Milky green skin showed lush curves of a woman that merged into tendrils, vines and roots from knees down into the floor. Her hair was leaves, and her hands ended in wicked claws of gnarled bark. Sap dripped from her lips and she hissed, rising high on a column of pollen and pheromones.
Behind his glasses, Gendo quirked an eyebrow high. There was a Freudian unfurling, and he raised his prowess without lifting a finger. Still slathered in oil, he allowed no equal to his aching skill, and his opponent vanquished herself upon his weapon with a cry that shook the whole Geofront.
Conquest vigorously completed, Gendo turned lazily, wondering what his next challenge would be. It came in the form of a Angel, heralded by a rush of magma and extruded into real space from the skein and weave of its own soul.
He cocked his head to the side. "Ah. Sandalphon. I thought we skipped you."
Gendo proceeded to then axe-kick the Angel into ground, killing it instantly. The recoil and counter-force sent him rocketing skyward into the ceiling. He punched through sediment, dimensional disturbance and supertech armor, all shredding against the indestructible frames of his glasses and ground to powder against the dense masculinity represented by his beard. His chin cracked Tokyo-3 in half, and he pierced the six-legged castle monster from the bottom to the top, which then burst into a miles-wide spray of liquid architecture across the hills.
He stared down at the ruined city, spotting a flash of purple and green. "Shinji. I am proud of you, son."
Evangelion Unit-01 ran to the ragged edge cut through the ground, looking up at the shining star in the sky that was Ikari Gendo. The Eva's head swung forward and the plug shot out, gushing LCL as Shinji ripped free. Gendo descended slowly, until they were only a few meters apart.
The boy looked up at his father, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "Really, father?"
"No." And then Gendo kicked Shinji in the Valor.
Bold RED kanji dominated the sky, punctuating the blow and exulting the technique as for all to see-
FOUR HALO GOLDEN MONKEY PALM
The boy screamed, flying across the city as Unit-01 retracted the plug and deactivated. The Second Child screeched unintelligibly somewhere in the distance, but Gendo paid it no mind. He stared at the test-type Evangelion, scowling.His left pectoral twitched, then his right. Bump- Ba-bump-bump.
Unit-01 shuddered, exploding into a mass of LCL before condensing, drawing inward and shaping itself anew. He held out his arms and was rewarded with one gloriously naked Ikari Yui. She landed on him, arms hooked around his neck and lovestruck. Together, they dropped down to street level, only to watch their son pull himself from the rubble. The golden mark on his brow shined bright, and he stalked towards them, hands at his sides and fists clenched.
When he finally got close enough to speak, Shinji pressed a thumb against the side of his nose and snorted, blowing a wad of blood away. "Celestial Monkey Style- you've been practicing, father."
He dropped into a familiar stance, one that went beyond position of his feet or how he held his arms. "But it is still no match for my Solar Hero Style."
Yui slid down Gendo's front, (still smeared in oil from earlier), cooing happily as she wrapped her (heavenly) naked body against his black-clad thigh. Gendo frowned, and his glasses gleamed in the waning sunlight. At the same time, his nipples seemed to emit their own glorious gleaming illumination...
"Perhaps." He allowed. "But there is something about me that you don't know."
"What's that, father?" Shinji spat, eyes burning hard. Katsuragi, Sorhyu, that civilian girl and the new robot pilot appeared, wielding pom-poms and showing hearts in their eyes.
I-" Gendo ignored them, starring past his glasses and smirking. "- am wasting the entire show budget, here and now."
Shinji cringed as he became unto a storyboard single frame, recoiling and clutching his heart in the next as his voiceover phoned in. "No. No! That's not true! That's impossible!"
The revelation sent the boy reeling, literally and physically picking him up as a slip of paper, with the power and damnable certainty of their genetic lineage. He sailed away, flipping end over end through more of the ruined city before sliding to a halt face-down a hundred yards away. Below, the earth quaked. A pale white hand flailed out from the tear in the Geofront roof, Lilith pulled herself bodily and bloodily free from the underground. Yui stared up at her, and Gendo merely smiled.
The Second Angel looked down at them both with its seven-eyed mask, tilting its misshapen head side to side before seemingly coming to a decision. It bubbled, burbled, exploding into LCL like Unit-01 had before. And like before, it resolved into Yui, who took her rightful place clinging to Gendo's free leg. His two wives ran their hands up and down his thighs, fingers ghosting scandalously high before dancing back down. Striding forward, he moved towards his most important place of power. Linking his fingers together, he leaned forward and planted his elbows on the glossy black surface.
In the ruins of Tokyo-3, Ikari Gendo sat at his desk, with two identical Yui intimately nestled beneath it.
God was in his heaven, and all was right with the world.
Shinji's extended fist disagreed with that. "Heaven. Thunder. Hammer."
The impact tossed Gendo, his wives, and his desk into the air, sending them hurtling across the world until they crashed into what was apparently Katsuragi Misato's apartment. He had never been there, but somehow he knew that it was the only such place worth mentioning in all of Tokyo-3. An alarming amount of time and effort had been expended upon on it. To the detriment of other things, he was sure.
Gendo looked over at the calendar pinned to the wall. "Hmm. April first."
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Yeah, I figure if Gendo was going to wrest the narrative back into his control, he'd need at least something like that setting. No Naked Beach? I am disappoint. 
