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Destiny: Gospel of a New Genesis [Evangelion/Destiny]

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Tentatively watching.

If nothing else than Mari & Cayde's antics, plus the lack of Ikora.

No seriously, after the new Taken version of the Venus Nexus Mind Strike came out I flat out growl at the screen whenever she talks. Outside of the first time through, I don't think I've once not muttered for her to STFU(B) when she smarts off at Cayde at the end. Unlike her, he actually had useful advice.
 
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2.4, in which Cayde is still best Vanguard, and we meet the Speaker.
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    • Well, at least the food looks familiar. He calmly chewed the marinated pork off a kebab, purchased by Cayde-6 from a vendor that worked at the base of the Tower. The two were now at the edge of the terrace, leaning against the rail that overlooked the City. The meat was cooked well, and decently seasoned. Although he didn't feel hungry, eating was something normal. It was...expected. It made things more easy to deal with.

    "So. I'm not much for one to talk about memories, pasts...stuff like that." Cayde-6 began speaking, his gaze affixed on the Traveler. "Not exactly in the best position to say anything, myself."

    "...what...do you remember?"

    "That's the tricky thing. Talk to any Guardian, and they'll give different answers. Sometimes in the same day. Our connection to who we used to be is...sketchy. Sketchy's a good word."

    Shinji numbly ate at the pork, idly looking down over the rail. It would make for a long fall.

    (He tried to ignore the memory of a claw piercing his not-eye, of cold demands that he fight. He looked over the cliff, and wondered if anyone would miss him.)​

    A very long fall. "How...how can I trust that I'm me, then?"

    Cayde made a thoughtful hum. "Can't exactly know what's in your head. Osiris would probably reference one of the oldest surviving texts we have from before the Collapse, mentioning the mighty war machine called 'Evangelion', one of many that faced the deceitful dragons. A testament to the potential of what could have been a Golden Age, before the Collapse. He'd also sound really excited when talking about it. Inappropriately excited."

    "..."

    "Point is, scant historical records don't do much to describe a person. I've got some ideas about you, but not much, given that we've only been talking for...ten minutes? Maybe fifteen?"

    "...what...what do you think?" He briefly gulped, distinctly wondering if he was setting himself up. Compared to Asuka-2, to all these other Guardians, what worth could he possibly have?

    (Without Eva...would anyone care about him?)​

    "Well, to start with, you strike me as a loner in need of a friend. Shot in the dark, I know, but trust me, fireteams are an absolute necessity. Might be the difference between successfully bringing down a Bardielus without a scratch, and bringing down a Bardielus in...rather uncomfortable ways."

    "..."

    "Long story, remind me to tell you sometime."

    Shinji didn't quite know what to make of Cayde's 'encouragement'.

    'I think it was helpful! It's good tactical information.'

    ...okay. He never imagined a scenario where he would even want to face a Bardielus, much less get near one. "...why me?" His right hand slowly clenched, open and shut. "Of all people...why me?"

    'Because your Light spoke to me.'

    "You'll soon come to realize that Guardians aren't all cut from the same cloth. Because they're people, they're all unique. Hunter, Titan, Warlock...doesn't matter. No one's the same. But every Guardian has something deep down, a solid core for something...spectacular. Kinda like the atoms in an old-fashioned nuclear bomb. But less explosive. Maybe."

    "...and...you think I have it?"

    Cayde looked meaningfully at him. "You're here right now, aren't you?"

    (I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away!)​

    "...I guess."

    "Tell you what Shinji," said Cayde, patting him on the back. "Go and meet the Speaker. Sure, he's a little cryptic and...well, a little creepy, but what can you expect for someone who Osiris calls a teacher?"

    "Who...who is the Speaker?"

    SHYOOM.

    "He's the Voice of the Traveler," explained his Ghost. "His knowledge is vast, and he's a source of stability for all of us here at the Tower. If you have questions, he can answer them!"

    "What she said," agreed Cayde. "Trust me, you'll find your place before long. And in the meantime...I've got to get back to work. As usual. Like...always..." With a despondent sigh, Cayde-6 left, returning towards the Vanguard Headquarters.

    And then Shinji was alone with his Ghost.

    "Well, shall we?"

    "...okay." It's not like he had anything better to do. And so Shinji followed his Ghost through more halls, emerging at a veranda that connected to a large observatory. Looking further down the veranda, he saw a gathering of individuals, clad in familiar colors; he saw the banner bearing a single red leaf, and promptly walked even faster.

    If he never saw Nerv again, it would be too soon. He wouldn't be able to elaborate on his animosity, if asked...

    (The blue cyclops advanced in his place, holding a large canister. Ramming it down the gullet of a massive wyrm, the two vanished in nuclear fire. And thus did he scream.)​

    ...but it would have been no less real.

    Entering the Speaker's Observatory, he briefly marveled at the arcane scanner that dominated the expanse, a revolving system of golden pylons and metallic rings. A green, holographic mesh hovered amidst the machine, apparently representing the Traveler. Beyond the massive opening in the dome, the white sphere loomed large. Even this far away, the mysterious being was...

    "It's awe-inspiring, isn't it?"

    Shinji turned; a curved stairway extended up another level, connecting to a personal study of sorts. A man clad in dark blue robes slowly descended, his form shrouded by the loose clothing. "A great presence, who offered us many gifts." His head was adorned by a black headdress, and his face was hidden from view by a white mask with curved lines etched into it; a thick orange stripe arched across the mask, covering where the eyes would be. "A great presence, hunted by an ancient enemy." Breaking up the monotony of his robes were intricate lines weaved in gold, and a wide red stripe that stretched from the neck to the bottom hem. "A presence that has gone silent." His voice lacked the subtle twang of an Exo's. "A presence whose Light still shines through the Ghosts." At the edge of his white gloves, he saw human skin, not bearing the colors of an Awoken. "And here you are, standing; another example of the Light that it bestowed upon the people of Earth." The voice was muffled by the mask, yet there was no disguising the self-confident sense of absolute authority. "So tell me...why do you believe you are here?"

    xxxx

    /now I wonder
    //why does this color scheme seem so familiar?
    ///...oh. right.
     
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    • Bahn said:
    I-is...Gendo the Speaker!?! :o
    Everyone abandon the Last City!

    Oh man, but seriously though, if Gendo really is the Speaker here, I can see why Osiris hasn't been exiled for being a 'radical' in this AU.
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    I wonder where is Yui, if that's the case. Did she get resurrected as a Guardian?
     
    2.5, in which there is no punching of anything (except your brains. Maybe).
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    • Shinji Ikari blinked, suddenly intimidated by the Speaker. "Um..." His hand began to unconsciously clench. "...I was...hoping...you could tell me."

    The Speaker nodded, as though he expected this answer. "You wouldn't be the first Guardian to ask me that question. Seeking answers as to why they were chosen, why they were brought back. After all, this world is...unpleasant. And frightening, in many ways."

    Shinji nodded; he certainly identified with that viewpoint. "...why is the world like this?" The young Hunter gestured around him. "And Osiris...he talked like he knew who I was."

    "Ah. Osiris. A very...motivated individual. Driven by curiosity, by the desire to understand."

    "Just...do you know what happened? Asuka, Cayde...to hear them describe you...you're important!"

    "Only by virtue of the office." He tapped the side of his mask. "Everything that I was...my past, my name...all of it was given up, upon attaining this position. It is a duty that I don't take lightly."

    "..."

    "But to answer your question?" The Speaker turned, slowly walking towards the deck that encircled his Observatory. Shinji slowly followed, listening to the Speaker as he began to weave a tale. "Many of our records were lost, and few exist who had any personal experience with our world before the Collapse. Speculation on what happened is outpaced only by speculation on the nature of the Traveler, or the nature of the Darkness." The Speaker's Ghost slowly floated besides him, its front bearing very pronounced ridges, and its shell painted a a very bloody shade of orange.

    (It was his first time in the Entry Plug, and the orange fluid enveloped him. It tasted like blood; they said it was breathable; henceforth, he thought of it as breathing blood, and it was always a macabre thought.)
    ​
    "We've only been able to piece together a faint picture of the Cataclysm, using the few items that seem constant." The Speaker's Ghost emitted a blue stream of light, manifesting a hazy holographic image of the Earth. "The Traveler had been among us for a short time, before different groups sought to use its Light for their own purposes. That lack of unity, and the immense ambition of those involved...it awoke something within our world."

    "The Ahamkara," said Shinji, out of subconscious reflex.

    (The wyrms emerged, granting wishes of power and intrigue. Those they deceived became mere thralls, avatars of destruction.)
    ​
    "Many fled our world, following the Traveler. Many more remained behind, to fight the dragons. But by the time the Hunt came to an end, and the last of the Ahamkara were extinguished..." The image of Earth was suddenly shrouded, as though gripped by tendrils of emptiness. "...the Darkness had come. The exact nature of the Darkness, when it stormed through the Solar System...we can only make educated guesses as to its form. All we know is that, in the midst of performing a great action with paracausal effects, the Traveler was crippled, and rendered silent. And yet its work was completed: the Darkness relented, and was pushed back. And from that event, the Ghosts were born." With a wink of static, the holographic image faded, and the Speaker's Ghost turned about, quietly observing Shinji. "In the centuries that have elapsed since then, more and more Guardians have emerged, and we have all struggled together, to survive. Remnants of those who serve the Darkness have consistently tried to snuff us out...and it has always been a concern that it would return in its fullness to finish what it began."

    Shinji was quiet. Mulling it over, he tried to find the words. "...so...what now? What am I supposed to do?"

    "There are many ways to serve, Guardian. Be it as protector, or killer; provider, or destroyer...it depends on what you want. Only so long as you serve. Otherwise...it would be a waste of a Ghost, and a waste of a second life."

    (The distant figure shrugged off his cries of protest, callous and unfeeling. "If you're going to pilot, do it now. If not, then leave.")​

    Shinji gulped. "Um..."

    "You don't have to worry, Speaker!" interjected Shinji's Ghost. "I know I made the right choice. We'll definitely do our part for the City!"

    "...I have every confidence that you will," said the Speaker.

    "But, how? Where would I even start?"

    "Trust in your Ghost, Guardian," answered the Speaker. "It has access to all of the Tower's public records. Seek the advice of your fellow Guardians. And, most of all...find a reason to fight."

    "...okay..." Another heavy burden. Another unwanted responsibility. "...I think...my Ghost would have been better off with someone else. To stay dead...it would've been more peaceful."

    His Ghost looked alarmed. "Shinji!"

    The Speaker did not reassure him, nor did he contradict him. Rather...he chuckled. It was an unpleasant sound. "You will come to understand the death is not the refuge it once was." He gestured all around him, with a grandiose sweep of the arm. "Old concepts and old groups, resurrected to serve the purposes of the present day, as you have no doubt seen with Seele, Wille, and Nerv. Humans, Exos, and Awoken, resurrected to fight in a cosmic war. And those who remain silent, and still, asleep forevermore...they may yet find themselves plucked away by an uncaring force, fed to the belly of beasts from across the stars."

    ...what?!

    His Ghost, despite being physically present, spoke directly to his mind. 'Sounds like the Hive. Very unpleasant. I'll...I'll tell you later.'

    "But I have a distinct feeling that you will somehow find a way, Guardian." The Speaker turned away, slowly ascending the stairs. "The Vanguard Quartermaster will direct you to your lodgings. As for what you do from there? Well, as I said....that's all up to you."

    Shinji watched the Speaker's retreating back, and felt a distinct sense of anguish, gnawing away at his gut. He didn't know why. But he knew that the conversation was over, and so he turned away.

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    The Speaker briefly looked over his shoulder, watching the young boy depart. The new Guardian's Ghost looked meaningfully at him before turning to follow her new charge.

    'I had forgotten that he had been so young.'

    The Speaker smirked underneath his mask. It took her long enough to find him.

    'It was never a guarantee.'

    Given the nature of Eva, it was bound to happen eventually, even if she was beginning to lose hope.

    'Are we going to proceed?'

    Once Eris Morn returns from scouting Old Japan? Of course. When she inevitably discovers the remnants of Hakone, her desire for vengeance will not allow her to leave it alone.

    His Ghost turned, staring at him. '...what if the boy decides to do his own research? To try and determine who you were? Even I could tell that he was subconsciously remembering you.'

    His Ghost's words prompted the Speaker to chuckle. And that is the beauty of it, Fuyutsuki; all he would find are old references to a clean-shaven Warlock named Rokubungi: a desperate man with too much time on his hands.

    At long last, after much revisions and alterations...the Scenario would continue.

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    Hours later, in a small room within the Tower, Shinji Ikari stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. The Vanguard offered free room and board to Guardians, always willing to provide a place to rest for the weary and the wounded. However, the multitude of rooms were almost never occupied on a full-time basis; Guardians moved in and out, never staying still for long. It gave the lodgings an aura of busy loneliness.

    He stared absentmindedly, lying quietly on a single cot. All told...this place was much less welcoming than his old home.

    ("....tadaima," he said nervously. The woman's smile was beautiful, and she replied "Okaerinasai!" He actually thought she might have been sincere.)
    ​
    "...what am I going to do?"

    His Ghost, resting on the pillow by his head, floated into his field of vision. "Well, there's a lot that we can do!"

    "...we?"

    "Of course! I am your Ghost, after all. Where you go, I go."

    "...why?"

    "Because you're my Guardian. Because you're you. Nothing more, and nothing less."

    "...huh." It was...a little bit touching. A stray thought came to mind. "...do you have a name? I know that Asuka called hers Mari."

    "My name is whatever you want it to be."

    "..."

    "Well?"

    "...um...how about, whatever you want it to be? That's my choice."

    "Oh! Well. Hmm..." His Ghost's stars rotated wildly, as though the drone was in deep thought. "...I'm not sure why, but I've always been fond of the name Yui."

    Shinji's eyes widened. "...oh..."

    His Ghost seemed to blink, looking worryingly at him. "Is something wrong?"

    "...n-no. It's...it's just..." He gulped, feeling that old lingering sense of loss. "...I...I think it was my mother's name."

    "Oh!" The drone seemed shocked. "I'm so sorry! I can go with another name!"

    "N-No! You don't have to!" Disappointing the little drone was rapidly becoming a preoccupation of his. It was probably because of how...unflinching her belief in him was. Not in Shinji, the Pilot, or Shinji, the Guardian...but just Shinji. "It's...it's okay. Yui...Yui is a good name."

    The Drone's eye evoked the feeling of a smile. "I'm glad."

    xxxx

    Grimoire: Osiris

    What drives a Warlock?

    Ghosts choose those suited to war and heroism to be reborn, or so it has been said. By nature or circumstance they go to battle against the Darkness, and through this battle they learn how to use the Light. But Warlocks, by their nature, fight a second, internal war. This is the war to understand a universe of secrets— a world that expects Guardians to fight without full knowledge of what they are or what they might hope to achieve. It is a world that moves forward by sheer momentum, and any thought that goes against that grain is mercilessly crushed.

    You were a mighty warrior. I watched you at Six Fronts, and heeded the call of Saint-14 to appoint you Vanguard Commander, even when the Concordat claimed to have records proving you were a Pre-Collapse experiment mis-incarnated as a human by an inept Ghost. Saint-14 assured me you were just a man without much patience for obfuscation. His words, meant to assuage, proved ultimately unnecessary: I knew what quiet desperation looked like.

    I watched as you grew tired of strike missions and the grueling, unproductive sessions with the Cryptarchs. That was when I took you under my wing. I saw potential in you. Your curiosity was voracious— How much of a Guardian's personality and memories were true? How much had been fabricated by their Ghost? Did Guardians share particular personality traits— a willingness to yield to authority, a tendency to do anything anyone asked for the promise of uncertain reward, a blind knight-errant mentality? Had the Traveler manufactured all of us as living weapons?

    I found your questions intriguing, and I voiced these thoughts. You lamented how others feared your ideas, frightened that your pursuits would break our unity when the City's position had grown so tenuous. Why divert attention away from the Traveler, our only hope, or so it has been said?

    I reminded you of the virtue called prudence. Instead of dabbling in thanatonautics, I made sure you experimented with meticulous precision. I shared with you my personal knowledge of the Ahamkara, fully ensuring that you were aware of their intrinsic metaphysical dangers. I revealed to you the truth of the Nine, and why their servant Xur drew such fascination whenever he deigned to visit the City. Your more impertinent requests to seek what lies beyond the Reef were tempered with wisdom. Instead of splitting Guardians among ideological lines to pursue your visions, it was far more practical to use your leverage as the Vanguard Commander. After all, there are many Guardians who are enticed by the prospect of secrets and bounty: if you wish to learn of the legendary Vault of Glass, assign patrol missions to find Pre-Collapse technology on Venus, and let time and effort take care of the rest; if you wish to discover the location of the mythical MAGI, encourage more assaults against the Fallen that surround the City, gaining us more staging grounds for expeditions; if you wish to learn the exact nature of the Darkness, observe its effects on our very Light, in battle or otherwise.

    Those who are of the old guard would consider these words heretical, or perhaps blasphemous. Such a ridiculous sentiment to hold in the face of Guardians who wanted a clear idea of why they were fighting, what they faced, and how they would ultimately win. Alas, passions are what they are, which is why it was important to remind you of the necessity of patience.

    Eventually, you asked why I indulged you so, even if it went in the face of everything he thought that the Voice of the Traveler should be.

    When I pulled off my mask, I showed a face that I had not revealed in nearly two hundred years. When I told you my name, you laughed, for now you knew why. But more importantly...you understood.

    What drives a Warlock?

    The same thing that drives everyone, when you get down to the essentials: hunger, insatiable, craving whatever will satisfy them.

    And you hunger for knowledge.    ​

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    /and that concludes Chapter 2
     
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    • Yep, definitely Gendo, what with references to his precious Scenario.
     
    Well if Speaker-Gendo isn't a tunnel-vision maniac, I guess we aren't completely doomed. You did do a good job redeeming Gendo last time, I'm looking forward to seeing what happens with him this time. Also, Fuyutsuki and Yui? I'm beginning to suspect that you are going to give a different meaning to the word "Ghosts" than cannon Destiny.
    Loved the grimoire bit as well. Deliciously fascinating.
    Also, Shinji needs Nakama ASAP. But please don't make Toji and Kensuke his fireteam. It just doesn't feel right to me. Like a waste of potential.
     
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    • Timerider said:
    Well if Speaker-Gendo isn't a tunnel-vision maniac, I guess we aren't completely doomed. You did do a good job redeeming Gendo last time, I'm looking forward to seeing what happens with him this time. Also, Fuyutsuki and Yui? I'm beginning to suspect that you are going to give a different meaning to the word "Ghosts" than cannon Destiny.
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    As it turns out, being an immortal (but not invulnerable) being allows Gendo to be patient. :V

    Also, Shinji needs Nakama ASAP. But please don't make Toji and Kensuke his fireteam. It just doesn't feel right to me. Like a waste of potential.
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    Toji and Kensuke are "Sir Got-Beguiled-By-An-Ahamkara" and "Sir Got-Killed-By-Best-Friend", respectively.

    /that'll be a fun memory for Shinji to remember
    //for a given value of 'fun'
     
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    • So Gendo is still the Chessmaster? And has the unquestioned trust of every Guardian ever?

    Plus he mentioned that "it took her long enough to find him," and mentioned "the Scenario."
    Implications, unpleasant.
     
    Timerider said:
    So Gendo is still the Chessmaster? And has the unquestioned trust of every Guardian ever?
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    Unfortunately for Gendo he's not surrounded by broken chess pieces anymore. Guardians on the whole appear to be quite mentally healthy, and considering his only advantage originally was he possessed a modicum of intelligence whilst surrounded by either slack jawed idiots or people too mentally broken to put "2+2" together, making his job a fair bit harder at the very least.
     
    Timerider said:
    So Gendo is still the Chessmaster? And has the unquestioned trust of every Guardian ever?

    Plus he mentioned that "it took her long enough to find him," and mentioned "the Scenario."
    Implications, unpleasant.
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    Unfortunately for Gendo he's not surrounded by broken chess pieces anymore. Guardians on the whole appear to be quite mentally healthy, and considering his only advantage originally was he possessed a modicum of intelligence whilst surrounded by either slack jawed idiots or people too mentally broken to put "2+2" together, making his job a fair bit harder at the very least.
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    On the downside, he's also found some people who are willing to work with him on things that the canon!Speaker would never even touch.

    After all, Speaker!Gendo has been providing Osiris cover to more thoroughly research the Darkness, per the Grimoire.

    The question is...how thick is the boundary between research...and service?

    /to put it one way
    //look back at the Grimoire
    ///Gendo knows who and what the Nine are
    ////:3
     
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    There is still hope.
    If anyone (aside from our chosen one of course) has the ability to become the ultimate spanner in the works, it's Cayde-6. Aka the robo-clone of this guy:

    And yes I have noticed how many vids I keep posting, but they work so well.
     
    3.0, in which Shinji meets the Factions first-hand.
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    • Timerider said:
    There is still hope.
    If anyone (aside from our chosen one of course) has the ability to become the ultimate spanner in the works, it's Cayde-6.
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    Maybe. But it'll be a while, because Gendo's been playing the long game.

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    Grimoire: The Factions

    In the City's earliest days, various factions vied for the hearts and minds of the refugee masses. Power struggles threatened to shatter an already tenuous existence. The Iron Lords and the fledgling Titan Orders, consumed by their work to protect the City from all external threats, were ignorant of the growing tension from within. The last straw was when two factions - the New Monarchy and Nerv - were on the verge of open warfare, threatening to draw the others into it.

    Fortunately, the Faction Crisis came to an end before it could bloom into anything bloodier: a single Warlock, boasting insights into the Traveler that none could match, served as a figure for the people to rally around. He espoused a new vision: a government that would provide direction for the Guardians, and security for the civilians. A team of three, representing military command of the Guardians; the three most popular factions, to represent the interests of the civilians; a single individual, to serve as the Traveler's representative, a paragon of knowledge and wisdom.

    The New Monarchy, largest of the belligerent factions, agreed to disband as a peace measure. But they insisted on one condition: that this Warlock ascend to the position of Speaker, and continue to ensure the stability of the Last City.

    And so the City Consensus and the Speaker ruled, while the surviving great factions worked through civil channels to pursue their agendas.

    That order still holds, but as the City reaches out into the frontier, the factions see new opportunities everywhere - and a chance to win over Guardians to their cause.    ​

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    /The Tower/

    Two days had passed since Shinji Ikari had arrived at the Tower. That time had been spent trying to find his way, learning more and more of the City and the state of current affairs from his Ghost. Even as he obtained more knowledge, the sense of being 'stuck' remained; where in the world was he supposed to start?

    It was during this time that he encountered members or representatives of the Factions.

    xx

    The female Exo - fashioned from blue and dark metal, eyes flickering green - stared quizzically at Shinji. "Hmm. You...you look familiar."

    Shinji stared.

    "...hmm. My name is Akagi-78. Would you like to join Nerv?"

    "...no thank you."

    He quickly walked away before the Exo could begin her pitch.

    xx

    Yui's voice echoed through his head. 'To be fair, at least Nerv didn't knock you out.'

    That...that was a fair point.

    xx

    "The Faction I represent truly understands the conflict that we are in!" shouted the silver Titan, her boisterous tone carrying across the main terrace. A small crowd of Guardians had gathered around, some listening, others simply...waiting. "War against the Darkness, clawing back our worlds from their foul poison! Force is the ultimate judge, and Wille embodies that fundamental principle!" Her every movement was wild, on the verge of uncontrollable. "That, my fellow Guardians, is the truest measure of our resolve: a mighty fist, breaking through all obstacles!" Her left arm lashed out, armored knuckles impulsively clenching.

    POW!

    "ACK!"

    The Titan's unintentional punch sent Shinji flying, crashing into a kiosk.

    "Just like that!" boasted the Titan.

    The Guardians who had been waiting turned towards each other, some cursing the name of Wei Ning as bets exchanged hands.

    xx

    And so it was that Shinji now found himself back in the main hangar, waiting for the soreness in his jaw to fade. There was no bruise that he could discern, and yet it still ached. She didn't break my jaw, did she?

    'No. It's just a lingering wound on your Light. It'll heal in a few more minutes.'

    ...is that supposed to make sense?

    'It will!'

    Sighing, Shinji propped himself down on an unused crate, wondering what he was supposed to do next. Maybe...maybe he could go and talk to Amanda Holliday? She had seemed nice-

    "Hello there."

    Shinji looked up; a gray-skinned Awoken looked down at him, bearing dark hair and glowing red eyes. "...yes?"

    "You seem like someone who is in need of direction...a path...a goal."

    "...maybe."

    "Well, I believe it was fated that I speak to you then." The young Awoken briefly bowed, setting Shinji at ease. "I am the representative of Seele here at the Tower; my name is Kaworu Nagisa. And it is a pleasure to meet you, young Guardian."
     
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    • Ultra Sonic 007 said:
    "Well, I believe it was fated that I speak to you then." The young Awoken briefly bowed, setting Shinji at ease. "I am the representative of Seele here at the Tower; my name is Kaworu Nagisa. And it is a pleasure to meet you, young Guardian."
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    I like this turn of events. I am pleased at this revelation. I am 100% on board this train.
     
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