80.7, in which Eris makes a statement about the character of the Nine.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/The Catacombs, the Dreadnaught/
"Uh, what exactly is Eris up to?!" yelled Fenchurch Everis, uncomfortably noting the encroaching Worm larvae coming over the sides of the arena.
"Something that only a Guardian would think to do," answered Rei Ayanami, standing strong as MP-06 stomped the arena. The shockwave rippled over them all, threatening to knock them into the pit. "For all of her caution...Eris Morn can be just as headstrong." Quietly, secretly, she began to focus her Resolve, ready to manifest it at the proper chance.
"She put up with my rambling for a number of years, even when I accurately questioned her insights and intelligence." Toland calmly prodded the snapping fangs of a dog-sized larva. "She has always been headstrong, much like her fellows."
"That may be the key," remarked Nula Sov, summoning yet more Taken to strike at the seemingly impervious Evangelion. "When you enter the depths, what will you decide to do?"
xxxx
The Core within Number Six was smothered in Darkness: immense and calm and unending.
It is comfortable, honestly thought Eris.
' :O! '
Fear not. I am merely making an observation. "Perhaps this is why you succumbed?" In the face of empirical evidence, she had considered the Taken to be...more final, in a sense. More real, in the sense of their weight upon reality. And yet, in a place where she could see soul-to-soul...the logic of it all was made manifest. "You despised so many things...about our universe, and about yourself. It was so simple to put on a show, so easy to wear a mask...that it almost became real."
"Even though you wielded the Light...you could never stomach its essence. Little wonder that you were unable to succeed, in the end." How many times had a Guardian been able to turn the tide, and survive overwhelming odds? In spite of their threat, and power, and sadism...were the Nine ever truly strong? "For here you are now, purposefully in the Dark..." Now.
The Light within her soul bloomed, pushing back against the Darkness; a humanoid outline cringed, and hissed; the remnant of Katsuhito Ikari's soul could look upon himself, and feel...rage.
"...because under the Light, you can see just how ugly you are, how weak you are...and that infuriates you, doesn't it?"
The soul of Number Six roared.
Eris let the Arc flow, manifesting a staff of lightning-!
xxxx
The torso of MP-06 erupted with a shadowy splash as Eris Morn was expelled.
Chief's eye flickered with intent as he teleported in midair, catching her and warping back down before she went sailing over the arena's edge. "Sitrep?"
"I think I made him angry," muttered Eris, moving somewhat woozily.
Indeed, the black torso of Number Six was open, revealing the unholy starlight that seemed to be part and parcel of the Taken's appearance. The Serenity of Oryx was no longer so, wings flaring wildly to strike with an impetuous rage.
Ayanami's eyes gleamed. "Now."
Blights erupted and Hive portals began to burn into being; Taken Hex and Subverted Hive emerged by the dozens, attacking MP-06 without relent. Directing their actions with horrid shrieks was a Taken Sorcerer, none other than Omnigul, the Resolve of Ayanami. Even Garmurg rejoined the fray, clambering up from the pit far below; the Brutality of Ayanami lived up to her name, landing atop Number Six's shoulders and pulling.
Rei Ayanami's smile could only be described as blissful as the Taken Evangelion toppled. "Good. Crush him. We have little time to waste on such...vermin. We have a King to depose." Those words were said plainly and honestly, without a hint of wrath. Instead, it was spoken with a sense of...expectation, and long-awaited fulfillment.
Not for the first time, Eris wondered what the price of Ayanami's assistance would be.
"Uh, what exactly is Eris up to?!" yelled Fenchurch Everis, uncomfortably noting the encroaching Worm larvae coming over the sides of the arena.
"Something that only a Guardian would think to do," answered Rei Ayanami, standing strong as MP-06 stomped the arena. The shockwave rippled over them all, threatening to knock them into the pit. "For all of her caution...Eris Morn can be just as headstrong." Quietly, secretly, she began to focus her Resolve, ready to manifest it at the proper chance.
"She put up with my rambling for a number of years, even when I accurately questioned her insights and intelligence." Toland calmly prodded the snapping fangs of a dog-sized larva. "She has always been headstrong, much like her fellows."
"That may be the key," remarked Nula Sov, summoning yet more Taken to strike at the seemingly impervious Evangelion. "When you enter the depths, what will you decide to do?"
xxxx
The Core within Number Six was smothered in Darkness: immense and calm and unending.
It is comfortable, honestly thought Eris.
' :O! '
Fear not. I am merely making an observation. "Perhaps this is why you succumbed?" In the face of empirical evidence, she had considered the Taken to be...more final, in a sense. More real, in the sense of their weight upon reality. And yet, in a place where she could see soul-to-soul...the logic of it all was made manifest. "You despised so many things...about our universe, and about yourself. It was so simple to put on a show, so easy to wear a mask...that it almost became real."
(She knew that her presence was...off-putting. She told herself that it didn't matter, so long as she could protect the City from the Hive. The trust of the Speaker, and the few that she could call comrades...that was enough for her, in the years following Toland's demise. That was what she told herself, no matter how much Rose insisted otherwise.)
"Even though you wielded the Light...you could never stomach its essence. Little wonder that you were unable to succeed, in the end." How many times had a Guardian been able to turn the tide, and survive overwhelming odds? In spite of their threat, and power, and sadism...were the Nine ever truly strong? "For here you are now, purposefully in the Dark..." Now.
The Light within her soul bloomed, pushing back against the Darkness; a humanoid outline cringed, and hissed; the remnant of Katsuhito Ikari's soul could look upon himself, and feel...rage.
"...because under the Light, you can see just how ugly you are, how weak you are...and that infuriates you, doesn't it?"
The soul of Number Six roared.
Eris let the Arc flow, manifesting a staff of lightning-!
xxxx
The torso of MP-06 erupted with a shadowy splash as Eris Morn was expelled.
Chief's eye flickered with intent as he teleported in midair, catching her and warping back down before she went sailing over the arena's edge. "Sitrep?"
"I think I made him angry," muttered Eris, moving somewhat woozily.
Indeed, the black torso of Number Six was open, revealing the unholy starlight that seemed to be part and parcel of the Taken's appearance. The Serenity of Oryx was no longer so, wings flaring wildly to strike with an impetuous rage.
Ayanami's eyes gleamed. "Now."
Blights erupted and Hive portals began to burn into being; Taken Hex and Subverted Hive emerged by the dozens, attacking MP-06 without relent. Directing their actions with horrid shrieks was a Taken Sorcerer, none other than Omnigul, the Resolve of Ayanami. Even Garmurg rejoined the fray, clambering up from the pit far below; the Brutality of Ayanami lived up to her name, landing atop Number Six's shoulders and pulling.
Rei Ayanami's smile could only be described as blissful as the Taken Evangelion toppled. "Good. Crush him. We have little time to waste on such...vermin. We have a King to depose." Those words were said plainly and honestly, without a hint of wrath. Instead, it was spoken with a sense of...expectation, and long-awaited fulfillment.
Not for the first time, Eris wondered what the price of Ayanami's assistance would be.