Wise words.
Ignis Aurum Probat [Neon Genesis Evangelion]
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AN: ...This♥is♥going♥to♥be♥fun♥.[/QUOTE]
Why when I hear this I think of this guy?
Why when I hear this I think of this guy?
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
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- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
Because he talks in ascii hearts that are really difficult to casually type into dialogue.AN: ...This♥is♥going♥to♥be♥fun♥.
Why when I hear this I think of this guy?
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- Pronouns
- she/her
Predict: the therapist will either die or be otherwise unable to communicate with Shinji. The therapist is the lynchpin of adult Shinji's mental stability, remove them from the equation and he'll probably implode as the stress starts building.
Predict: The therapist is Kaworu.
Predict: The therapist is Kaworu.
Chapter Twelve: "Ex glande quercus."
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twelve: "Ex glande quercus."
Shinji rang the bell, and then awkwardly stood in wait. He did not know why he was being nervous, and a quick look at his cellphone told him he had come a bit early too. Early was good, wasn't it? He had asked Rei's phone number from Misato, and then awkwardly typed out a message on it. It had been something very simple.
Good evening,
I'm Shinji, your fellow pilot. Misato gave me your number. She said it would be great if we went to the prime minister's party together. I apologize if this message finds you at an inopportune moment. Please, answer as soon as possible.
It had been, in his opinion, a flawless message.
Nine-Thirty. Ask Misato where I live.
And it had, in turn, worked flawlessly.
His psychiatric had been honestly surprised, but also pleasantly impressed by his progress. Asking out a woman at twenty-six for the first time might have been a bit jarring to think about, but it was progress from simply clamping up. He was professional with his students, which meant he didn't act any different if his students were males or females, but with a stranger of the fairer sex and close to his age? Clamping up was his favorite tactic.
So there he was. He fidgeted with the collar of his suit, felt the silk of his tie, and tried his hardest to settle his expression in something that should have oozed confidence, and instead was perhaps best described as the face of a rabbit scared to a stiff halt in front of a rattlesnake.
On the plus side, when Rei opened the door she wasn't wearing anything that would make him gape like a fish out of water. She actually had a somber black suit on, as if she was just ready for a funeral rather than the prime minister's party.
"We can go," Rei said with a monotone tone, resolutely marching out of her apartment without an added word. Shinji blinked once, realizing that Rei hadn't waited for him to start walking towards the lift of her apartment complex, and as he hurried behind her, he really didn't know what to say.
"Uhm...nice...suit?" he tried as the elevator's doors closed with a 'ding', the silence threatening to choke all forms of inner cheer from Shinji's soul. Rei glanced at him, and then returned to stare at the elevator doors in front of her. Her hands fidgeted slightly, and then she sighed and moved them to fix Shinji's tie.
"At least, appear presentable," she said in a murmur, before returning to stare at the elevator's doors a second later. The fists were now clenched, her expression hardened as if she had eaten a sour lemon.
"So...have you...ever met the prime minister before?" Shinji asked, as the numbers atop the elevator's door kept descending towards the one. Rei gave a curt nod, and the oppressive pressure of silence settled once more firmly. "I-Ah...ah...well, this is awkward," he scratched the back of his head. "I guess...Maybe you would have...preferred someone else to go with?"
"No," Rei said. "It is acceptable," she added as the elevator doors opened. "I merely dislike being in the same room as the witch-doctor." She glanced back at him. "You shaved?"
"Ah...yes," Shinji said awkwardly as he stepped outside with Rei, "I just...didn't like the stubble anymore."
"Didn't want to look like your father?" Rei asked, a small smirk on her face. Her gaze softened up in a sort of bitter replica of a motherly expression, if such a thing was even possible. "I can relate to that."
Shinji's eyebrows both rose, "You...you don't like your father either?"
"My...mother," Rei said, "My appearance is...similar, but not identical. I do not wish to be considered her, but...it's hard when the looks are there."
"I'm sorry," Shinji said, looking away at the neatly lined up cars in the parking lot, the limousine just slightly ahead of them. "I shouldn't have asked."
"You are not to blame, I started the conversation," Rei said with a tiny smile. "Let us...enjoy the night, I guess."
Shinji nodded with a smile, and as his mood lifted up, he eagerly skipped a step to open the door of the limousine for Rei just like a proper gentleman would.
The Prime Minister was an old looking man in his late eighties, his pristine snow-white hair and tired eyes gave him the appearance of Santa Claus having just returned from Christmas night. He cheerfully clasped hands and in front of the cameras held bright and broad smiles, pearly white teeth that had with all due probability been white-washed the hour prior.
Gendo Ikari was present in a suit unfortunately, for Shinji, eerily similar to his. Doctor Ritsuko was, of course, his 'date'. Somehow, Rei seemed to be holding on to a vindictive smile as she circled her arm around Shinji's own, her eyes firmly giving a sort of quiet challenge to the Doctor, who merely smiled back with an air of sufficiency.
There was a kind of strange tension in the air, unspoken words, and definitely a set of silent hurled insults that were never properly vocalized.
Shinji was pretty sure his psychiatrist would have a field day trying to fix everyone's issues.
"Mister Ikari! Mister Ikari! Is it true the Evangelion's pilot choice was dictated by nepotism?" a perky looking paparazzi asked, one amidst the many hundreds that were held at bay by the lines of trustworthy bodyguards just outside the Prime Minister's mansion. "Why have your son pilot if you haven't talked to one another in years!?" another yelled.
"Why wasn't he brought into the fray earlier!? Would the disaster of the third angel have been averted if he'd been present!?" there were hundreds of questions just like that, and yet they soon died out since no reply was forthcoming.
Once the screams of the paparazzi died out, the doors of the prime minister's mansion closing behind them, opulence and luxury greeted Shinji's eyes. Waiters and waitresses served many important-looking characters, ranging from star-striped generals to their dates, either old matronly women or young enthusiastic models that were 'definitely' in love with men twice the age of their fathers and not the champagne or the caviar.
Perhaps he was being uncharacteristically passive-aggressive in his thoughts, but it wasn't as if they could read his mind. He was glad Rei hadn't come wearing any frilly looking balcony-showing dresses.
It gave her an air of seriousness, as if she wasn't there to be eye-candy, but because she had purpose, reason, to be there.
Maybe that was the point of it all.
"Do you think, as a professor, that only oaks can be born from acorns?" Rei asked as she reluctantly looked in his father's direction, where he was apparently speaking with the prime minister with all the calm and dignified expression he could muster.
"Biology says 'yes'," Shinji replied, "but technically speaking, countless generations can undergo mutation depending on conditions set up in their surroundings to allow a tiny leeway on just what type of characteristics an 'oak' might have."
Rei glanced at him, and then stifled a giggle, slowly shaking her head. "Nerd."
He took a small breath. "I am a professor. That makes me a Nerd by definition."
"I think I'll call you 'Nerd'," Rei added. "Professor is a mouthful, and Doctor is out," she spoke plainly. "Nerd-Shinji sounds good."
Shinji sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "So...what should I call you? Rei-chan?"
"Try that and I will show you the meaning of true simulated pain during our next training session," Rei replied flatly.
"I've been wondering...where's the Major?" Shinji asked, his eyes scanning around and failing to see the woman in question. Was she late? Had she not found a date and had decided not to come? Did she have an accident and was thus indisposed?
"She's taking point on a nearby tree, racking up the bets on which couples will earn the most 'Doki' points," Rei muttered under her breath. "It's a bad habit of hers. I am told she developed it after being assigned to take care of a whole school's worth of children, and finding it 'cute' to form couples up. It is her...hobby."
She quieted down for a brief second. "Nobody seems to care about it."
"If it's harmless-" Shinji hazarded, only for Rei to roll her eyes.
"I have been...'shipped' with everyone in Nerv, outside of Nerv, in Japan, outside of Japan. The Major even went as far as 'ship' me with my plugsuit. I feel like she is trying to help, but if that is the case, she is miserably failing." She took a deep breath, grabbing a passing flute of champagne just as Shinji did the same, "At the very least, she has not 'shipped' me with her penguin. I might decide to stuff that thing and send it back filled with straw."
Shinji nervously laughed at that. Rei gave him a look that clearly said she wasn't joking.
Somehow, he couldn't help but hope the night would end soon.
A brilliant flash of white light made the night day for a single, brief instant, and then the silence, unnatural as it was, shattered as a massive air pressure destroyed the windows, the doors, broke the tables and cracked the walls.
In the far off distance, an enormous floating octahedron stood over the horizon. It suddenly opened up, its form changing as a beam of pure crimson light formed within itself. Then, it opened fire within the silence. The beam made no sound as it pierced through the air, slamming straight into the unprepared city and vaporizing most of it, not merely toppling buildings, but outright erasing them from existence together with whoever had been inside said buildings.
"The Magi-" Rei's voice came out as a shocked whisper. "Why didn't they warn-"
There wasn't an answer that Shinji could give.
Especially not when a sport car that oozed money outright flew inside the ballroom from the cracked window, with Misato at the steering wheel.
"PILOTS, ASSEMBLE!" she yelled, giving gas to the engine. "COME ON! WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"
Shinji's eyes were wide in disbelief.
Rei, thankfully, had more practice than him.
Thus, she pulled him along grabbing his wrist, and after bodily throwing him on the passenger seat, she sat atop him, tying them both to the car with the seat belt.
"Go," she said to Misato.
Somehow, Shinji didn't know of what to be more scared of, the sudden angel attack that was terrifying or Misato trying to murder them by making a sport's car reach over four hundred kilometers per hour.
He just wanted his mother.
For the first time in a long, long time, as he hugged Rei tightly from outright fear of crashing, he just wanted his mother to save him from the crazy Major.
...
Why did it feel as if his wish had been granted, however?
Shinji rang the bell, and then awkwardly stood in wait. He did not know why he was being nervous, and a quick look at his cellphone told him he had come a bit early too. Early was good, wasn't it? He had asked Rei's phone number from Misato, and then awkwardly typed out a message on it. It had been something very simple.
Good evening,
I'm Shinji, your fellow pilot. Misato gave me your number. She said it would be great if we went to the prime minister's party together. I apologize if this message finds you at an inopportune moment. Please, answer as soon as possible.
It had been, in his opinion, a flawless message.
Nine-Thirty. Ask Misato where I live.
And it had, in turn, worked flawlessly.
His psychiatric had been honestly surprised, but also pleasantly impressed by his progress. Asking out a woman at twenty-six for the first time might have been a bit jarring to think about, but it was progress from simply clamping up. He was professional with his students, which meant he didn't act any different if his students were males or females, but with a stranger of the fairer sex and close to his age? Clamping up was his favorite tactic.
So there he was. He fidgeted with the collar of his suit, felt the silk of his tie, and tried his hardest to settle his expression in something that should have oozed confidence, and instead was perhaps best described as the face of a rabbit scared to a stiff halt in front of a rattlesnake.
On the plus side, when Rei opened the door she wasn't wearing anything that would make him gape like a fish out of water. She actually had a somber black suit on, as if she was just ready for a funeral rather than the prime minister's party.
"We can go," Rei said with a monotone tone, resolutely marching out of her apartment without an added word. Shinji blinked once, realizing that Rei hadn't waited for him to start walking towards the lift of her apartment complex, and as he hurried behind her, he really didn't know what to say.
"Uhm...nice...suit?" he tried as the elevator's doors closed with a 'ding', the silence threatening to choke all forms of inner cheer from Shinji's soul. Rei glanced at him, and then returned to stare at the elevator doors in front of her. Her hands fidgeted slightly, and then she sighed and moved them to fix Shinji's tie.
"At least, appear presentable," she said in a murmur, before returning to stare at the elevator's doors a second later. The fists were now clenched, her expression hardened as if she had eaten a sour lemon.
"So...have you...ever met the prime minister before?" Shinji asked, as the numbers atop the elevator's door kept descending towards the one. Rei gave a curt nod, and the oppressive pressure of silence settled once more firmly. "I-Ah...ah...well, this is awkward," he scratched the back of his head. "I guess...Maybe you would have...preferred someone else to go with?"
"No," Rei said. "It is acceptable," she added as the elevator doors opened. "I merely dislike being in the same room as the witch-doctor." She glanced back at him. "You shaved?"
"Ah...yes," Shinji said awkwardly as he stepped outside with Rei, "I just...didn't like the stubble anymore."
"Didn't want to look like your father?" Rei asked, a small smirk on her face. Her gaze softened up in a sort of bitter replica of a motherly expression, if such a thing was even possible. "I can relate to that."
Shinji's eyebrows both rose, "You...you don't like your father either?"
"My...mother," Rei said, "My appearance is...similar, but not identical. I do not wish to be considered her, but...it's hard when the looks are there."
"I'm sorry," Shinji said, looking away at the neatly lined up cars in the parking lot, the limousine just slightly ahead of them. "I shouldn't have asked."
"You are not to blame, I started the conversation," Rei said with a tiny smile. "Let us...enjoy the night, I guess."
Shinji nodded with a smile, and as his mood lifted up, he eagerly skipped a step to open the door of the limousine for Rei just like a proper gentleman would.
The Prime Minister was an old looking man in his late eighties, his pristine snow-white hair and tired eyes gave him the appearance of Santa Claus having just returned from Christmas night. He cheerfully clasped hands and in front of the cameras held bright and broad smiles, pearly white teeth that had with all due probability been white-washed the hour prior.
Gendo Ikari was present in a suit unfortunately, for Shinji, eerily similar to his. Doctor Ritsuko was, of course, his 'date'. Somehow, Rei seemed to be holding on to a vindictive smile as she circled her arm around Shinji's own, her eyes firmly giving a sort of quiet challenge to the Doctor, who merely smiled back with an air of sufficiency.
There was a kind of strange tension in the air, unspoken words, and definitely a set of silent hurled insults that were never properly vocalized.
Shinji was pretty sure his psychiatrist would have a field day trying to fix everyone's issues.
"Mister Ikari! Mister Ikari! Is it true the Evangelion's pilot choice was dictated by nepotism?" a perky looking paparazzi asked, one amidst the many hundreds that were held at bay by the lines of trustworthy bodyguards just outside the Prime Minister's mansion. "Why have your son pilot if you haven't talked to one another in years!?" another yelled.
"Why wasn't he brought into the fray earlier!? Would the disaster of the third angel have been averted if he'd been present!?" there were hundreds of questions just like that, and yet they soon died out since no reply was forthcoming.
Once the screams of the paparazzi died out, the doors of the prime minister's mansion closing behind them, opulence and luxury greeted Shinji's eyes. Waiters and waitresses served many important-looking characters, ranging from star-striped generals to their dates, either old matronly women or young enthusiastic models that were 'definitely' in love with men twice the age of their fathers and not the champagne or the caviar.
Perhaps he was being uncharacteristically passive-aggressive in his thoughts, but it wasn't as if they could read his mind. He was glad Rei hadn't come wearing any frilly looking balcony-showing dresses.
It gave her an air of seriousness, as if she wasn't there to be eye-candy, but because she had purpose, reason, to be there.
Maybe that was the point of it all.
"Do you think, as a professor, that only oaks can be born from acorns?" Rei asked as she reluctantly looked in his father's direction, where he was apparently speaking with the prime minister with all the calm and dignified expression he could muster.
"Biology says 'yes'," Shinji replied, "but technically speaking, countless generations can undergo mutation depending on conditions set up in their surroundings to allow a tiny leeway on just what type of characteristics an 'oak' might have."
Rei glanced at him, and then stifled a giggle, slowly shaking her head. "Nerd."
He took a small breath. "I am a professor. That makes me a Nerd by definition."
"I think I'll call you 'Nerd'," Rei added. "Professor is a mouthful, and Doctor is out," she spoke plainly. "Nerd-Shinji sounds good."
Shinji sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "So...what should I call you? Rei-chan?"
"Try that and I will show you the meaning of true simulated pain during our next training session," Rei replied flatly.
"I've been wondering...where's the Major?" Shinji asked, his eyes scanning around and failing to see the woman in question. Was she late? Had she not found a date and had decided not to come? Did she have an accident and was thus indisposed?
"She's taking point on a nearby tree, racking up the bets on which couples will earn the most 'Doki' points," Rei muttered under her breath. "It's a bad habit of hers. I am told she developed it after being assigned to take care of a whole school's worth of children, and finding it 'cute' to form couples up. It is her...hobby."
She quieted down for a brief second. "Nobody seems to care about it."
"If it's harmless-" Shinji hazarded, only for Rei to roll her eyes.
"I have been...'shipped' with everyone in Nerv, outside of Nerv, in Japan, outside of Japan. The Major even went as far as 'ship' me with my plugsuit. I feel like she is trying to help, but if that is the case, she is miserably failing." She took a deep breath, grabbing a passing flute of champagne just as Shinji did the same, "At the very least, she has not 'shipped' me with her penguin. I might decide to stuff that thing and send it back filled with straw."
Shinji nervously laughed at that. Rei gave him a look that clearly said she wasn't joking.
Somehow, he couldn't help but hope the night would end soon.
A brilliant flash of white light made the night day for a single, brief instant, and then the silence, unnatural as it was, shattered as a massive air pressure destroyed the windows, the doors, broke the tables and cracked the walls.
In the far off distance, an enormous floating octahedron stood over the horizon. It suddenly opened up, its form changing as a beam of pure crimson light formed within itself. Then, it opened fire within the silence. The beam made no sound as it pierced through the air, slamming straight into the unprepared city and vaporizing most of it, not merely toppling buildings, but outright erasing them from existence together with whoever had been inside said buildings.
"The Magi-" Rei's voice came out as a shocked whisper. "Why didn't they warn-"
There wasn't an answer that Shinji could give.
Especially not when a sport car that oozed money outright flew inside the ballroom from the cracked window, with Misato at the steering wheel.
"PILOTS, ASSEMBLE!" she yelled, giving gas to the engine. "COME ON! WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"
Shinji's eyes were wide in disbelief.
Rei, thankfully, had more practice than him.
Thus, she pulled him along grabbing his wrist, and after bodily throwing him on the passenger seat, she sat atop him, tying them both to the car with the seat belt.
"Go," she said to Misato.
Somehow, Shinji didn't know of what to be more scared of, the sudden angel attack that was terrifying or Misato trying to murder them by making a sport's car reach over four hundred kilometers per hour.
He just wanted his mother.
For the first time in a long, long time, as he hugged Rei tightly from outright fear of crashing, he just wanted his mother to save him from the crazy Major.
...
Why did it feel as if his wish had been granted, however?
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That would be one hell a Nobel worthy feat right there.
Don't tempt fate there, Shinji
Misato PLS STAHP
Japan uses a similar system to North America and the rest of Asia, unlike in most of Europe, the 'ground' floor is 1, not 0:
Zerith
Meltryllis is love, she is life.
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- Earth
I guess so..Rei IS a clone of his mother.
If I am wrong then would it be a full blown, I am your mother,relation?
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Technically Rei is made of the body of Yui and of an 'Angel' material so...she's technically half Yui and half Angel.
So, Shinji's half-sister.
...
Iuvenal
Desperanda tibi salua concordia socru
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- Terrace IV
That's an idea from fanfic. Nowhere in NGE is it stated that Rei is genetically part Angel, though she does have the second angel Lilith's soul (with the caveat that it is implied that Lilith's soul was split and part of it resides in Unit 00 - cf. Rei's poem from episode 14 and the vision Shinji gets during the cross-compatibility experiment). In NGE all the info you get is that Yui Ikari was the "primary donor", and also the fact that Rei's face is basically Yui's with the hair and eye colors changed.
Their is supplemental material based on interviews with Anno in one of the NGE games that states outright that Rei was "copied from Yui's flesh", though that's not really part of the series.
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Uh, well then, even more squicky it is!
Thanks for the info Iuvenal!
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
Actually... There are millions of individual strands of DNA within the human body. Even in the event a genetic clone was made from Yui Ikari, it's entirely possible that although a physical resemblance may take place, other genes that otherwise wouldn't have been present or wouldn't have been active would suddenly take precedence. Take, for example, Rei's albinism. If that is the result of Angel DNA, then her relation to Shinji is halved automatically -- even then, her physical relation to Yui Ikari would be limited both to the strands of DNA used and the strands that had to have been made to complete the form.
In other words, even if Rei was a 100% clone of Yui Ikari, the mere fact that she's an albino proves that there are various genetic differences. Enough such that comparing her to Shinji as "half-siblings" is only about 25% correct. It'd be more accurate to say that Rei is Yui's sister's doner child's daughter... and, again, that's without taking Angel DNA into account.
So, really, they're more like cousins than siblings. Even so, the resemblance is uncanny enough that it's totally feasible and, indeed, inevitable for Shinji to suffer from many, many Oedipus complex jokes.
Hear that, @shadenight123? These two could have actually had a relationship! And it'd be scientifically justifiable! Though, I can imagine it'd be rather disconcerting that the only way to justify a relationship as not being incestuous is to pull out the SCIENCE charts.
Iuvenal
Desperanda tibi salua concordia socru
- Location
- Terrace IV
The albinism could be due to a genetic difference as you mention (though altering a small portion of each of a couple of genes to cause oculocutaneous albinism* while leaving the other twenty thousand or so genes comprising three billion base pairs from Yui untouched wouldn't make Rei anything like Shinji's cousin, genetically**), or it could be due to a difference in gene expression as an artifact of being grown in a vat of LCL and pumped full of drugs and hormones or whatever alchemy was used to make her grow faster, or it could be AT field bullshit due to having Lilith's soul in her. In any case, even if there is any material not from Yui Ikari (which is not stated anywhere), there is no evidence that Rei has any angelic DNA, except inasmuch as Lilim constitute the 18th Angel. If you want to make a case for S/R not being wrong/bad/nefas, ethics and metaphysics are probably better routes than biology, though obviously reasoned argument isn't going to change anybody's squick reflex ("Doing it Right This Time" got around that by making Rei Naoko's clone instead of Yui's, and the SIRP manga made her an actual distant cousin IIRC - probably the best approach, IMO).
* Rei's (and Kaworu's) condition isn't completely consistent with this or any other real-life form of albinism, but that's the closest you could get by poking with the human genome without bringing NGE wackiness into the picture. IMO this inconsistency argues against genetics being the cause of Rei's albinism, though I can see reasonable people disagreeing with that.
** Yes I am aware how much DNA all human beings have in common. Having 24% of your DNA in common with a wine grape doesn't make you a quarter wine grape. Only Misato Katsuragi is a quarter booze
* Rei's (and Kaworu's) condition isn't completely consistent with this or any other real-life form of albinism, but that's the closest you could get by poking with the human genome without bringing NGE wackiness into the picture. IMO this inconsistency argues against genetics being the cause of Rei's albinism, though I can see reasonable people disagreeing with that.
** Yes I am aware how much DNA all human beings have in common. Having 24% of your DNA in common with a wine grape doesn't make you a quarter wine grape. Only Misato Katsuragi is a quarter booze
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
If that's so, you've gotten a very distorted impression of the show. It's one of the best constructed works of fiction I've ever encountered, and well worth a watching. The characters don't act like 'insane idiots'. They all act like people really would if thrust into a typical 'giant robot' anime, which Eva thoroughly deconstructs. It takes all the usual tropes of a giant robot show, and tears them apart, showing why most of them would be true horror in actual practice: child soldiers, massive mental and emotional trauma, reasons for doing things that head straight into madness, everything. Don't let a distorted view from fanfic put you off. There are reasons it's regarded as a classic and milestone in anime, and still current even 20 years later.
Put out. You can't 'turn off' something burning in English.
neatly beheaded Eva Zero-One flows less awkwardly in English.
teenage
- Location
- California
Rooster may not have seen the show but it's still his thought on the show. That's no reason to get all uppity and rise to NGE defense. I personally think of it as mental illness the anime plus pointless religious bullcrap. You think it great that's fine. Let Rooster think what he wants. In end we are all on a forum reading an evangelion fanfic no need to preach
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- Poland
No I get it. When you've seen flame wars erupt over which woman is the best singer in the universe and you should totally worship the ground she stands upon then something like this is nothing.
Iuvenal
Desperanda tibi salua concordia socru
- Location
- Terrace IV
Somebody wrote a Vocaloid story?!
Chapter Thirteen: "Nil volentibus arduum!"
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirteen: "Nil volentibus arduum!"
The Angel's attacks were devastating. Perhaps the word 'Devastation' finally had its definition in how terrifying the attack was. Thin beams of light streaked the sky, lighting it up like day, and proceeded to vaporize everything on their path. The Angel wasn't moving very quickly, but whenever a beam of his hit something, it didn't shatter it in rubble.
Concrete disappeared into dust, glass melted and evaporated in the air. There were holes two to three floors high, and the mild breeze had changed into a scorching infernal wind. Yet this all paled to the chaos in the streets.
"Why weren't we forewarned!?" Rei snarled, holding on to the side of the car and glaring daggers at Misato, who simply spun the wheel to avoid a car rushing in the opposite direction. Shinji was simply keeping up his screaming act, but had long since finished the air in his lungs. The shrill screams had settled down into a voiceless, open-mouthed form of the poor man, who was holding on to Rei's midriff as if his life depended on it.
It probably did.
"The Magi detected the pattern just a few minutes ago!" Misato snapped back. "The Angel appeared out of nowhere! We're heading for the Armory-god damn it get out of the way you fucking morons!" Misato sounded the horn of the sports' car and as a bunch of scared men moved aside, the car pushed through, the engine revving up.
"The Angel's blocking communications," Misato continued, "We're taking a shortcut."
"A shortcut?" Rei mouthed, before her eyes widened. "Major-No! I refuse! Not-"
In front of Shinji's eyes, the guardrail grew terrifyingly closer. The car pushed through as if the metal was made of butter, and as all air left Shinji's lungs, tears streaked out of his eyes. Behind them, a wave of pressurized heat devastated the road, making the concrete bubble for hundred of meters, the paint on the back of the car melting right off and heating the metal to an angry shade of red.
The car landed on the road below as the wheels outright exploded, forcing it to skid across and spark with a thundering screech, yet the car held on. Proudly birthed by Italian industries, the Ferrari held on and roared with its engines, taking a sharp turn away from a thin beam of light that still managed to slice off a rear-mirror, and blast off the glass of the car.
"It's locked on to us!" Misato snarled, glancing up at the massive looming angel that seemed to be flinging from its multi-hued sides of blue a dozen or so of thinner rays. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn iiiitttt!" she spun the steering wheel, taking to an alleyway as the beams of light and plasma seemed capable of altering their trajectory, slicing the spot they had been a second before. "How the hell does it know you're the pilots!?"
Shinji hadn't thankfully eaten or drank anything worthy of notice, or he would have thrown it all out.
"How about you stop the car and ask him!?" Rei snapped, uncomfortably looking green herself as rays of light sliced an inch away from her hair, making Shinji gurgle in shock as he saw the car emerge from the alleyway with its spoilers aflame.
"Nearly there!" Misato yelled, giving all the gas she could give to the car, the road ahead of them leading straight into one of Nerv's massive Eva lifts. A small radio in her left hand, Misato barked an order through it, "OPEN UP LIFT FIVE-A! COMING IN HOT!"
The blazing sound of sirens echoed as the lift's massive armored doors began to slide open. "Major, the lift's coming up-"
"WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!" Misato yelled, heading straight for the opening doors.
"Major-Wait-" the voice on the other side buzzed. "Physics cannot be denied!"
"WITNESS ME, KENSUKE!" Misato snarled, as Shinji screamed and Rei clutched on to him tightly through instincts alone. The blazing car sailed through the air as the wheels spun frantically, no longer having the hard ground beneath them. Time seemed to grind to a halt as the Angel floated behind them, opening up its large sides to unleash another devastating volley.
The car sailed in a downward arc towards the side of the lift, and as Misato screamed something terrifyingly similar to 'Rei!' seconds before the sudden impact, Shinji felt his body snap in half from the brunt of the blow. Yet the seat belt held him firmly on the spot as the front of the car embedded deeply into the wall. Misato's forehead was dripping blood, and Rei's back had shards of metal into it, but they had somehow managed to break through the heavy reinforced metal of the walls, and ended up slowing down considerably without peculiar harm to the car's engine.
The lift below them stopped once the Ferrari's back half touched its surface, and as Misato fumbled with the commands and pushed the car back, she gripped the radio with her other, slightly unresponsive hand. "Kensuke...never tell me what I can or cannot do."
"Major," 'Kensuke' spoke from the other side of the radio. "You're the maddest woman I've ever met."
"Bring the lift down," she said. "Get the pilots in their Evas. I...I think I'll need five minutes."
Shinji caught his breath only then, his eyes wide and frantically looking around for any signs that he had died. Sure, the soft feeling of a pair of breasts on his face was making him think he was in heaven, but considering just how much his body hurt all over, he wasn't sure this was the place one went after they died.
Above them, something started to drip down as the sound of grinding soon filled the massive lift's corridor. "Bakelite," Misato said in the radio suddenly. "Prepare to deploy Bakelite in lift Five-A. We have-we have an unexpected visitor."
"How are we still alive?" Shinji asked suddenly, "Shouldn't the impact have turned us into mush?"
Rei's lips twitched slightly.
"The Italians know how to build their cars," Misato answered.
Rei merely nodded her head.
Perhaps, some things were best left unspoken.
The Angel's attacks were devastating. Perhaps the word 'Devastation' finally had its definition in how terrifying the attack was. Thin beams of light streaked the sky, lighting it up like day, and proceeded to vaporize everything on their path. The Angel wasn't moving very quickly, but whenever a beam of his hit something, it didn't shatter it in rubble.
Concrete disappeared into dust, glass melted and evaporated in the air. There were holes two to three floors high, and the mild breeze had changed into a scorching infernal wind. Yet this all paled to the chaos in the streets.
"Why weren't we forewarned!?" Rei snarled, holding on to the side of the car and glaring daggers at Misato, who simply spun the wheel to avoid a car rushing in the opposite direction. Shinji was simply keeping up his screaming act, but had long since finished the air in his lungs. The shrill screams had settled down into a voiceless, open-mouthed form of the poor man, who was holding on to Rei's midriff as if his life depended on it.
It probably did.
"The Magi detected the pattern just a few minutes ago!" Misato snapped back. "The Angel appeared out of nowhere! We're heading for the Armory-god damn it get out of the way you fucking morons!" Misato sounded the horn of the sports' car and as a bunch of scared men moved aside, the car pushed through, the engine revving up.
"The Angel's blocking communications," Misato continued, "We're taking a shortcut."
"A shortcut?" Rei mouthed, before her eyes widened. "Major-No! I refuse! Not-"
In front of Shinji's eyes, the guardrail grew terrifyingly closer. The car pushed through as if the metal was made of butter, and as all air left Shinji's lungs, tears streaked out of his eyes. Behind them, a wave of pressurized heat devastated the road, making the concrete bubble for hundred of meters, the paint on the back of the car melting right off and heating the metal to an angry shade of red.
The car landed on the road below as the wheels outright exploded, forcing it to skid across and spark with a thundering screech, yet the car held on. Proudly birthed by Italian industries, the Ferrari held on and roared with its engines, taking a sharp turn away from a thin beam of light that still managed to slice off a rear-mirror, and blast off the glass of the car.
"It's locked on to us!" Misato snarled, glancing up at the massive looming angel that seemed to be flinging from its multi-hued sides of blue a dozen or so of thinner rays. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn iiiitttt!" she spun the steering wheel, taking to an alleyway as the beams of light and plasma seemed capable of altering their trajectory, slicing the spot they had been a second before. "How the hell does it know you're the pilots!?"
Shinji hadn't thankfully eaten or drank anything worthy of notice, or he would have thrown it all out.
"How about you stop the car and ask him!?" Rei snapped, uncomfortably looking green herself as rays of light sliced an inch away from her hair, making Shinji gurgle in shock as he saw the car emerge from the alleyway with its spoilers aflame.
"Nearly there!" Misato yelled, giving all the gas she could give to the car, the road ahead of them leading straight into one of Nerv's massive Eva lifts. A small radio in her left hand, Misato barked an order through it, "OPEN UP LIFT FIVE-A! COMING IN HOT!"
The blazing sound of sirens echoed as the lift's massive armored doors began to slide open. "Major, the lift's coming up-"
"WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!" Misato yelled, heading straight for the opening doors.
"Major-Wait-" the voice on the other side buzzed. "Physics cannot be denied!"
"WITNESS ME, KENSUKE!" Misato snarled, as Shinji screamed and Rei clutched on to him tightly through instincts alone. The blazing car sailed through the air as the wheels spun frantically, no longer having the hard ground beneath them. Time seemed to grind to a halt as the Angel floated behind them, opening up its large sides to unleash another devastating volley.
The car sailed in a downward arc towards the side of the lift, and as Misato screamed something terrifyingly similar to 'Rei!' seconds before the sudden impact, Shinji felt his body snap in half from the brunt of the blow. Yet the seat belt held him firmly on the spot as the front of the car embedded deeply into the wall. Misato's forehead was dripping blood, and Rei's back had shards of metal into it, but they had somehow managed to break through the heavy reinforced metal of the walls, and ended up slowing down considerably without peculiar harm to the car's engine.
The lift below them stopped once the Ferrari's back half touched its surface, and as Misato fumbled with the commands and pushed the car back, she gripped the radio with her other, slightly unresponsive hand. "Kensuke...never tell me what I can or cannot do."
"Major," 'Kensuke' spoke from the other side of the radio. "You're the maddest woman I've ever met."
"Bring the lift down," she said. "Get the pilots in their Evas. I...I think I'll need five minutes."
Shinji caught his breath only then, his eyes wide and frantically looking around for any signs that he had died. Sure, the soft feeling of a pair of breasts on his face was making him think he was in heaven, but considering just how much his body hurt all over, he wasn't sure this was the place one went after they died.
Above them, something started to drip down as the sound of grinding soon filled the massive lift's corridor. "Bakelite," Misato said in the radio suddenly. "Prepare to deploy Bakelite in lift Five-A. We have-we have an unexpected visitor."
"How are we still alive?" Shinji asked suddenly, "Shouldn't the impact have turned us into mush?"
Rei's lips twitched slightly.
"The Italians know how to build their cars," Misato answered.
Rei merely nodded her head.
Perhaps, some things were best left unspoken.
Great Scott! How horrifying!
Welp guys, Misato went off the deep again.
- Location
- Somewhere on the flat earth
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- Location
- Inside My Thoughts
Mechasaurian
Big Bossu
- Location
- Lost among fields of history
- Pronouns
- They/Them
So...Rei has enough fine control over her own AT fields to protect herself and three others from being turned into strawberry jam by a car collision?
Interesting.
Interesting.