Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Oh joy, now my own laughter is going to keep me awake tonight...
Mobile Fighter Evangelion [NGE/AU/Not a Gundam crossover]
- Thread starter Ultra Sonic 007
- Start date
Oh joy, now my own laughter is going to keep me awake tonight...
31.26, in which Tokita makes a rather indirect confession.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
The Burning Gundam ascended into the air, Mana's haughty chuckle emanating from the external speakers. "All right, who's next?!"
"Sister, we're only at two percent power-!"
Suddenly, MP-06 was right in front of them. It hadn't shifted or teleported as Unit-01 was doing…it had simply appeared from nowhere.
And its fist was about five meters away.
"SHIELD!" screamed Mayumi.
The fearsome hook smashed into the golden Gundam, sending it crashing into the side of the main pyramid complex.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
Shiro Tokita's grin fell. "…well. Shit."
Hikari Kirishima stormed over towards Misato Katsuragi, demanding, "what level did they land on, and how can I get there?" Before the Lieutenant Colonel could even answer, Kirishima added, "and don't you dare tell me not to go because of 'security'. Those are my daughters."
"Wasn't going to." The Operations Director looked over at her Communications and Logistics Officer. "Hyuga, help her out."
"Yes ma'am!"
BOOM!
A sudden blast rocked the lower levels of the command center; through the smoke came gunshots and UN soldiers bearing armored riot shields. Although a few focused on the hapless technicians and support personnel on the lower level, the majority aimed their rifles up at the upper levels where the command staff was.
Before any bullets arrived, they slammed into a translucent field of overlapping hexagons, conjured by one Toji Suzuhara. "Focus…focus…focus…!" he repeated to himself, almost like a mantra.
"Damn it," growled Shiori Aoba, pressing several keys at her terminal. "We still have a few tricks up our sleeves!"
There were several open spots on the walls where no flatscreen monitors hung, and for good reason; they slid open, and out emerged minigun turrets – modeled after the Heavy's dear Sasha – which turned towards the UN forces and opened fire.
The sheer storm of bullets was enough for them to retreat back into the corridor, but not before the armor-piercing shells eviscerated several of the invaders.
"Not gonna throw up," murmured Toji, pointedly trying not to look at the bloody bodies below. "Not gonna throw up…!"
Misato grimaced. "To think they've already made it this far. Aoba, start redirecting any free units to reinforce our position!" Glancing over at Ritsuko, she said, "Ritsky. Any particular ideas in that brain of yours about how we can stall them?"
"Oh, I have PLENTY of ideas!" Blowing out a puff of cigarette smoke, she nonchalantly continued, "but the most feasible one would be to just flood certain sections with bakelite."
Misato nodded. "Aoba, do it. Focus on the ones with the greatest enemy concentration."
"On it!"
And through this sudden onslaught of havoc, Makoto Hyuga finally finished his brief task. "Okay. Follow this route," he jabbed at his monitor, which showed a schematic of the entire base; a red arrow winded upward, bending several times before arriving at the outer edge of the main pyramid, "and you should be where the Jet Alone crashed. This route should be free of enemy activity, but I can't make any guarantees." The bespectacled man reached under his terminal, pulling out a Steyr MPi 69 submachine gun. "Consider it insurance."
"Thank you," said Hikari Kirishima, grateful for the extra firepower. Her pistol was good, but she doubted it would be sufficient if she ran into any unsavory types. She started walking towards the exit door, and she felt more than heard Tokita walking beside her. "And what are you doing?"
"Backing you up."
"You are not a soldier. You'll only get in the way."
"Backup is still backup, isn't it? Besides: the Jet Alone is my baby, so to speak. And since your girls have worked so long with it, they're kind of mine, in a strange sort of way. And it doesn't feel right just standing here, now that they're no longer in battle."
Hikari Kirishima didn't really hear anything beyond 'they're kind of mine.' "Wait, could you repeat what you said-?"
"And besides!" hastily interrupted Tokita, pulling a familiar metal rod out of his jacket, "I managed to swipe my prototype back from Ikari. How can you say no to a beam saber?!"
"…just…stay behind me, and try not to get yourself killed."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
The Burning Gundam ascended into the air, Mana's haughty chuckle emanating from the external speakers. "All right, who's next?!"
"Sister, we're only at two percent power-!"
Suddenly, MP-06 was right in front of them. It hadn't shifted or teleported as Unit-01 was doing…it had simply appeared from nowhere.
And its fist was about five meters away.
"SHIELD!" screamed Mayumi.
The fearsome hook smashed into the golden Gundam, sending it crashing into the side of the main pyramid complex.
xxxx
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
Shiro Tokita's grin fell. "…well. Shit."
Hikari Kirishima stormed over towards Misato Katsuragi, demanding, "what level did they land on, and how can I get there?" Before the Lieutenant Colonel could even answer, Kirishima added, "and don't you dare tell me not to go because of 'security'. Those are my daughters."
"Wasn't going to." The Operations Director looked over at her Communications and Logistics Officer. "Hyuga, help her out."
"Yes ma'am!"
BOOM!
A sudden blast rocked the lower levels of the command center; through the smoke came gunshots and UN soldiers bearing armored riot shields. Although a few focused on the hapless technicians and support personnel on the lower level, the majority aimed their rifles up at the upper levels where the command staff was.
Before any bullets arrived, they slammed into a translucent field of overlapping hexagons, conjured by one Toji Suzuhara. "Focus…focus…focus…!" he repeated to himself, almost like a mantra.
"Damn it," growled Shiori Aoba, pressing several keys at her terminal. "We still have a few tricks up our sleeves!"
There were several open spots on the walls where no flatscreen monitors hung, and for good reason; they slid open, and out emerged minigun turrets – modeled after the Heavy's dear Sasha – which turned towards the UN forces and opened fire.
The sheer storm of bullets was enough for them to retreat back into the corridor, but not before the armor-piercing shells eviscerated several of the invaders.
"Not gonna throw up," murmured Toji, pointedly trying not to look at the bloody bodies below. "Not gonna throw up…!"
Misato grimaced. "To think they've already made it this far. Aoba, start redirecting any free units to reinforce our position!" Glancing over at Ritsuko, she said, "Ritsky. Any particular ideas in that brain of yours about how we can stall them?"
"Oh, I have PLENTY of ideas!" Blowing out a puff of cigarette smoke, she nonchalantly continued, "but the most feasible one would be to just flood certain sections with bakelite."
Misato nodded. "Aoba, do it. Focus on the ones with the greatest enemy concentration."
"On it!"
And through this sudden onslaught of havoc, Makoto Hyuga finally finished his brief task. "Okay. Follow this route," he jabbed at his monitor, which showed a schematic of the entire base; a red arrow winded upward, bending several times before arriving at the outer edge of the main pyramid, "and you should be where the Jet Alone crashed. This route should be free of enemy activity, but I can't make any guarantees." The bespectacled man reached under his terminal, pulling out a Steyr MPi 69 submachine gun. "Consider it insurance."
"Thank you," said Hikari Kirishima, grateful for the extra firepower. Her pistol was good, but she doubted it would be sufficient if she ran into any unsavory types. She started walking towards the exit door, and she felt more than heard Tokita walking beside her. "And what are you doing?"
"Backing you up."
"You are not a soldier. You'll only get in the way."
"Backup is still backup, isn't it? Besides: the Jet Alone is my baby, so to speak. And since your girls have worked so long with it, they're kind of mine, in a strange sort of way. And it doesn't feel right just standing here, now that they're no longer in battle."
Hikari Kirishima didn't really hear anything beyond 'they're kind of mine.' "Wait, could you repeat what you said-?"
"And besides!" hastily interrupted Tokita, pulling a familiar metal rod out of his jacket, "I managed to swipe my prototype back from Ikari. How can you say no to a beam saber?!"
"…just…stay behind me, and try not to get yourself killed."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
As long as you don't fuck up, Tokita, she might not punch you in the throat. Progress! 
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
As long as you don't fuck up, Tokita, she might not punch you in the throat. Progress!
To be fair, Hikari Kirishima seems to operate by the Anchorman rules of combat: No touching of the hair or face!
/anchorman rules are always decent as a start
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31.27, in which Shinji empathizes with everyone who's ever taken Probability in college.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Geofront, Tokyo-3/
Shinji Ikari didn't know how long he could keep up this pace.
you must
Unit-01's every step was desperately planned; the entire world that he now saw was a maelstrom of death incarnate, where the wrong move would get him killed.
(Stabbing MP-03 in the torso: ninety-seven percent chance of death.)
The vision of his Eva saw beyond the physical, beyond the visible, and into probability itself.
(Ducking and diving to the side: one-hundred percent chance of death.)
Swiftly, impossibly, the mind of Unit-01 synced with his own, and he saw predictions, possibilities...maybe even certainties.
(Shift thirty meters backwards, swing Replica Lance in a two-hundred degree arc: thirty-three percent chance of death.)
Unit-01 shifted backwards, lashing out with his stolen gunmetal bident; the arc of energy that erupted from it forced the three oncoming MP-Evas to evade.
This dizzying progression to battle continued on; mere moments seemed to stretch into minutes, minutes into hours, a strenuous test where the only choices were varying degrees of death, and the constant shelling and the endless bombs composed a discordant symphony and it was too much.
you can do this
(Enhanced punch at the ground, sending a wave of rock and soil: sixty-four percent chance of death.)
It's too much.
(Expand AT-Field like a dome, pushing the enemy back: seventy-one percent chance of death.)
i believe in you
It's too much!
(Kick MP-07 in the face, and throw it at the others: eighty-two percent chance of death.)
His options were beginning to narrow down. The combined force of MP-03, 05, 07, 09, and 12 was simply too overwhelming.
IT'S TOO MUCH!
Howling with frustration, Shinji willed Unit-01 to shift backwards by half a kilometer, if only just to get some breathing room. "This is…insane…" gasped the Third Child. This had, by far, been his longest engagement and his most stressful.
The five Evangelions seemed to leer at him.
Then, with a flick of their wrists, their Replica Swords shifted into Replica Lances.
What…?
rei!
They turned…
…no…
…and lunged towards Unit-00, who was still preoccupied with her four opponents.
…NO!
Snarling, MP-12 threw its bident at Unit-00.
Unit-01 shifted-
"AGH!!!" shrieked Rei, the bident piercing her left shoulder and tearing the whole limb away.
-and then Unit-01 was right beside its blue counterpart, eyes blazing with an unearthly glow. "BACK OFF!!!" roared Shinji, AT-Field expanding in a massive, concussive wave. The nine Evas simply raised their own AT-Fields, warding off the force even as it pressed them back. "REI-CHAN! Are you okay?!"
"I'll…live…" growled the First Child. "I can regenerate…the arm…" Slowly, new flesh began to bud from the left shoulder, but not quickly enough, it wasn't quick enough!
"…I don't know if they'll give us enough time," muttered Shinji, looking warily at the nine MP-Evas. Their chuckles sounded cruel.
And as another wave of artillery from the UN careened into the Geofront, the nine Evas continued their attack.
In the back of his mind, Shinji couldn't help but wonder where the others had gone. Weren't there twelve…?
xxxx
/Main Shaft, Central Dogma, NERV-1/
MP-11 had, of course, been destroyed by the Jet Alone.
MP-01 and MP-06, however, were slowly descending deeper into the bowels of NERV, their AT-Fields nullifying all knowledge of their existence…so to speak. Invisible, undetectable by all of the MAGI's sensors …they just weren't there. Even their AT-Fields were masked by the massive metaphysical fluctuations occurring on the surface.
Borrowing a trick from the Devil himself, they had convinced the world that they didn't exist.
Just as planned, thought Keel Lorenz. While his compatriots occupied everyone on the surface of the Geofront, he and Katsuhito Ikari would interface with ADAM and LILITH…and initiate Instrumentality. Soon, it will all be over.
And so MP-01 and MP-06 – the latter armed with MP-11's Replica Lance, taken to serve as insurance – continued their descent towards Terminal Dogma.
Shinji Ikari didn't know how long he could keep up this pace.
you must
Unit-01's every step was desperately planned; the entire world that he now saw was a maelstrom of death incarnate, where the wrong move would get him killed.
(Stabbing MP-03 in the torso: ninety-seven percent chance of death.)
The vision of his Eva saw beyond the physical, beyond the visible, and into probability itself.
(Ducking and diving to the side: one-hundred percent chance of death.)
Swiftly, impossibly, the mind of Unit-01 synced with his own, and he saw predictions, possibilities...maybe even certainties.
(Shift thirty meters backwards, swing Replica Lance in a two-hundred degree arc: thirty-three percent chance of death.)
Unit-01 shifted backwards, lashing out with his stolen gunmetal bident; the arc of energy that erupted from it forced the three oncoming MP-Evas to evade.
This dizzying progression to battle continued on; mere moments seemed to stretch into minutes, minutes into hours, a strenuous test where the only choices were varying degrees of death, and the constant shelling and the endless bombs composed a discordant symphony and it was too much.
you can do this
(Enhanced punch at the ground, sending a wave of rock and soil: sixty-four percent chance of death.)
It's too much.
(Expand AT-Field like a dome, pushing the enemy back: seventy-one percent chance of death.)
i believe in you
It's too much!
(Kick MP-07 in the face, and throw it at the others: eighty-two percent chance of death.)
His options were beginning to narrow down. The combined force of MP-03, 05, 07, 09, and 12 was simply too overwhelming.
IT'S TOO MUCH!
Howling with frustration, Shinji willed Unit-01 to shift backwards by half a kilometer, if only just to get some breathing room. "This is…insane…" gasped the Third Child. This had, by far, been his longest engagement and his most stressful.
The five Evangelions seemed to leer at him.
Then, with a flick of their wrists, their Replica Swords shifted into Replica Lances.
What…?
rei!
They turned…
…no…
…and lunged towards Unit-00, who was still preoccupied with her four opponents.
…NO!
Snarling, MP-12 threw its bident at Unit-00.
Unit-01 shifted-
"AGH!!!" shrieked Rei, the bident piercing her left shoulder and tearing the whole limb away.
-and then Unit-01 was right beside its blue counterpart, eyes blazing with an unearthly glow. "BACK OFF!!!" roared Shinji, AT-Field expanding in a massive, concussive wave. The nine Evas simply raised their own AT-Fields, warding off the force even as it pressed them back. "REI-CHAN! Are you okay?!"
"I'll…live…" growled the First Child. "I can regenerate…the arm…" Slowly, new flesh began to bud from the left shoulder, but not quickly enough, it wasn't quick enough!
"…I don't know if they'll give us enough time," muttered Shinji, looking warily at the nine MP-Evas. Their chuckles sounded cruel.
And as another wave of artillery from the UN careened into the Geofront, the nine Evas continued their attack.
In the back of his mind, Shinji couldn't help but wonder where the others had gone. Weren't there twelve…?
xxxx
/Main Shaft, Central Dogma, NERV-1/
MP-11 had, of course, been destroyed by the Jet Alone.
MP-01 and MP-06, however, were slowly descending deeper into the bowels of NERV, their AT-Fields nullifying all knowledge of their existence…so to speak. Invisible, undetectable by all of the MAGI's sensors …they just weren't there. Even their AT-Fields were masked by the massive metaphysical fluctuations occurring on the surface.
Borrowing a trick from the Devil himself, they had convinced the world that they didn't exist.
Just as planned, thought Keel Lorenz. While his compatriots occupied everyone on the surface of the Geofront, he and Katsuhito Ikari would interface with ADAM and LILITH…and initiate Instrumentality. Soon, it will all be over.
And so MP-01 and MP-06 – the latter armed with MP-11's Replica Lance, taken to serve as insurance – continued their descent towards Terminal Dogma.
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31.28, in which the UST between Shiro Tokita and Hikari Kirishima finally gets resolved.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Sub-Floor 20, Secondary Supply Access Junction/
The sound of distant gunfire was…somewhat unnerving to hear.
Shiro Tokita gulped as he quickly followed Hikari Kirishima through the halls; never had NERV-1 felt so empty. "How eerie…"
"Keep quiet, I'm trying to think." Looking at a nearby wall, Kirishima focused on some directional symbols. "Okay, so we turn left here…and we should run into a service elevator in about seventy meters. It'll lead us right into the main complex."
"Then let's go."
The duo turned left, and were soon running over a suspended bridge. Various lifts could be seen suspended to the walls, serving as a means for supplies and parcels to be transferred from floor to floor within the sublevels. They neared the end-
BATABATABATABATABATABATA!!!
They cringed at the sound of ricocheting bullets, coming from somewhere further above. "Damn it!" Kirishima impulsively took aim with her submachine gun-
"KEEP GOING!" yelled Tokita, forcefully pushing her forward as more gunfire rained down on their position.
Entering another corridor, Kirishima looked over her shoulder, yelling, "I had a clear shot-"
BOOM.
A sudden explosion rocked the mouth of the corridor, whereupon it quickly collapsed behind them. "…I…saw a…grenade launcher," groaned Tokita.
"…good eye," admitted Kirishima. "But the two on the level above only had rifles-"
"It was…two from below our level. I…barely saw them before they took aim." Tokita grimaced. "To think so many have made it this far already…this makes the February invasion look like a picnic…"
"Well in any case, we should hurry up before they break through the debris. They're not going to leave any survivors." Hustling over to the trio of service elevators, Kirishima pounded on the button. "Hurry up, we need to keep going!"
Shiro Tokita looked at her – lithe figure, hair wrapped in a loose ponytail, still wearing her JSSDF-issue fatigues – and burned the image into his mind. It's the last one I'll get, after all. "Unfortunately…this is my stop."
Kirishima arched an eyebrow, lips curling with disbelief. "Please don't tell me you have some cockamamie plan, because this is NOT the time to-!" Her objection died when Tokita turned around: there were two pockmarks on his lower back, and the red stain on his uniform was expanding. "…I told you that you'd only get in the way…"
Tokita chuckled bitterly. "Then that means I took a bullet for you. I call that being successful backup."
"This isn't funny!"
"And I'm being deadly serious."
"Did…did you just make a pun about dying?!"
"…maybe."
The middle elevator made a little ping sound as its doors opened. "Come on, we have to get you to a first aid station-" The woman blinked as Tokita shoved a metal hilt into her hands. "What-?"
"Consider the beam saber additional insurance: you still need to get to the girls. Me…I'm just the guy who helped to create their Gundam. You? You're their mother…they still need you."
Kirishima snarled, "this self-sacrificial bee-ess is wasting time-!"
Tokita leaned forward, pecking her on the cheek with his lips.
Just like that, her whole objection ceased. Her entire body froze, for that matter. And that gave Tokita more than enough opportunity to shove her into the elevator, reach for the button labelled '18', and step away as the doors began to slide shut. Bearing a cocky grin, Tokita said, "give em' hell!"
The Head of the JET ALONE Project stepped away from the elevator doors, chuckling grimly at the sound of fists pounding metal, slowly fading away as the elevator ascended upward. "Heh…it's always the feisty ones…" The man suddenly lurched over, groaning at the sudden spike of pain around his torso. "Why is it always the feisty ones…?"
BOOM.
The man smiled darkly as the debris blocking the corridor was blown away. "…oh well…" He raised his handgun, aiming at the cloud of smoke and dust and firing with abandon. "Still worth it!"
He would never learn if he had ever hit anyone, because the last thing he saw was another grenade flying at his face.
BOOM.
xxxx
Hikari Kirishima pounded furiously at the elevator doors, cursing and swearing quite vociferously. "YOU STUPID BASTARD!" howled the woman. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!"
The seconds ticked by, and her frustration bled away, leaving only a deep, gnawing pit in her stomach. "You idiot…"
Furiously wiping at her eyes, the woman huffed, pocketing the beam saber hilt and raising the submachine gun. "This wasn't the time…this wasn't the time…!"
The doors slid open, and Kirishima continued on, purposely ignoring the ache that had settled in her chest.
xxxx
/for a given value of 'resolved'
The sound of distant gunfire was…somewhat unnerving to hear.
Shiro Tokita gulped as he quickly followed Hikari Kirishima through the halls; never had NERV-1 felt so empty. "How eerie…"
"Keep quiet, I'm trying to think." Looking at a nearby wall, Kirishima focused on some directional symbols. "Okay, so we turn left here…and we should run into a service elevator in about seventy meters. It'll lead us right into the main complex."
"Then let's go."
The duo turned left, and were soon running over a suspended bridge. Various lifts could be seen suspended to the walls, serving as a means for supplies and parcels to be transferred from floor to floor within the sublevels. They neared the end-
BATABATABATABATABATABATA!!!
They cringed at the sound of ricocheting bullets, coming from somewhere further above. "Damn it!" Kirishima impulsively took aim with her submachine gun-
"KEEP GOING!" yelled Tokita, forcefully pushing her forward as more gunfire rained down on their position.
Entering another corridor, Kirishima looked over her shoulder, yelling, "I had a clear shot-"
BOOM.
A sudden explosion rocked the mouth of the corridor, whereupon it quickly collapsed behind them. "…I…saw a…grenade launcher," groaned Tokita.
"…good eye," admitted Kirishima. "But the two on the level above only had rifles-"
"It was…two from below our level. I…barely saw them before they took aim." Tokita grimaced. "To think so many have made it this far already…this makes the February invasion look like a picnic…"
"Well in any case, we should hurry up before they break through the debris. They're not going to leave any survivors." Hustling over to the trio of service elevators, Kirishima pounded on the button. "Hurry up, we need to keep going!"
Shiro Tokita looked at her – lithe figure, hair wrapped in a loose ponytail, still wearing her JSSDF-issue fatigues – and burned the image into his mind. It's the last one I'll get, after all. "Unfortunately…this is my stop."
Kirishima arched an eyebrow, lips curling with disbelief. "Please don't tell me you have some cockamamie plan, because this is NOT the time to-!" Her objection died when Tokita turned around: there were two pockmarks on his lower back, and the red stain on his uniform was expanding. "…I told you that you'd only get in the way…"
Tokita chuckled bitterly. "Then that means I took a bullet for you. I call that being successful backup."
"This isn't funny!"
"And I'm being deadly serious."
"Did…did you just make a pun about dying?!"
"…maybe."
The middle elevator made a little ping sound as its doors opened. "Come on, we have to get you to a first aid station-" The woman blinked as Tokita shoved a metal hilt into her hands. "What-?"
"Consider the beam saber additional insurance: you still need to get to the girls. Me…I'm just the guy who helped to create their Gundam. You? You're their mother…they still need you."
Kirishima snarled, "this self-sacrificial bee-ess is wasting time-!"
Tokita leaned forward, pecking her on the cheek with his lips.
Just like that, her whole objection ceased. Her entire body froze, for that matter. And that gave Tokita more than enough opportunity to shove her into the elevator, reach for the button labelled '18', and step away as the doors began to slide shut. Bearing a cocky grin, Tokita said, "give em' hell!"
The Head of the JET ALONE Project stepped away from the elevator doors, chuckling grimly at the sound of fists pounding metal, slowly fading away as the elevator ascended upward. "Heh…it's always the feisty ones…" The man suddenly lurched over, groaning at the sudden spike of pain around his torso. "Why is it always the feisty ones…?"
BOOM.
The man smiled darkly as the debris blocking the corridor was blown away. "…oh well…" He raised his handgun, aiming at the cloud of smoke and dust and firing with abandon. "Still worth it!"
He would never learn if he had ever hit anyone, because the last thing he saw was another grenade flying at his face.
BOOM.
xxxx
Hikari Kirishima pounded furiously at the elevator doors, cursing and swearing quite vociferously. "YOU STUPID BASTARD!" howled the woman. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!"
The seconds ticked by, and her frustration bled away, leaving only a deep, gnawing pit in her stomach. "You idiot…"
Furiously wiping at her eyes, the woman huffed, pocketing the beam saber hilt and raising the submachine gun. "This wasn't the time…this wasn't the time…!"
The doors slid open, and Kirishima continued on, purposely ignoring the ache that had settled in her chest.
xxxx
/for a given value of 'resolved'
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31.29, in which Kaworu gibs more people and makes a heartfelt plea.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Isolation Chamber THYMUS, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
Hong and Zhao had experienced quite a bit in their relatively short lives: they had put down uprisings in distant Chinese provinces, killed cultists of various stripes, participated in a special Anti-Angel weapons project...and now they were here, in the outer edges of NERV's subterranean base, facing a massive red Evangelion that was bound by thick braces and solidified bakelite. "It seems like a beast restrained," murmured Hong, his rose-colored hair wrapped into a long braid, the traditional queue.
Zhao nodded, his white hair fashioned into a slim crew cut. "I wonder why NERV has yet to deploy it."
The other nephilim tilted his head. "Perhaps they can't control it?"
Zhao glanced at the bare flesh on the Eva's arms, which seemed to twitch every so often. If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear it breathing. "...perhaps." Suddenly, the sound of humming reached his ears. "Someone's coming."
The two nephilim darted to the sides of the large chamber, hiding amidst large pipes and scaffolding. They looked down at the main entryway, which led to a fortified observation center in the middle of the chamber, with a walkway ringing the entire cylindrical room.
Through the doorway came a silver-haired nephilim, clad in a Plug Suit of dark colors. As his red eyes fell upon the restrained Evangelion, his humming ceased. "Unit-02...we meet again." His smile was sad, in a strange way. "It was quite a long walk to get here."
Zhao looked pointedly at his brother across the room, flashing hand signals. -Probable hostile. Engage?-
Hong signaled back. -Hold. Wait for my mark.-
-Acknowledged.-
The Eva Pilot calmly ascended towards the observation chamber, calmly leaping atop the octagonal structure. "This whole series of events seems...quite cruel, to be honest." If Zhao didn't know any better, the boy was actually talking to the Eva. "It is my fault you are in your current state...and yet here I am, tasked with piloting you."
Hong's hand signals were swift. -Attack when he jumps.-
-Acknowledged.- Zhao silently repositioned himself amidst the pipes, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
Sighing, the Eva Pilot bent his legs (Zhao and Hong went tense) and jumped.
Simultaneously, the two nephilim leapt from their hiding places, fists glowing and aimed at the Pilot's face-
A flash of light was all they saw before oblivion took them.
xxxx
Kaworu Nagisa landed atop Unit-02's shoulder, sighing with remorse. "Pointless." He glanced back at the two piles of organic slurry laying on the hardened bakelite below, the only remnants of his two assailants. A brief unfurling of his AT-Field - a harsh flare of the Light of his Soul - had been enough to utterly unmake them. "However...they met their ends in an instant. Is that preferable to a slow, relentless decline...?" He honestly didn't know.
The Fourth Child looked towards the Entry Plug sticking out of Unit-02's back; even now, he could feel the tension radiating from the Evangelion, barely-restrained by all of NERV's measures. "For so long, you fought for them...and yet you still frighten the Lilim." Humanity messed with powers that they could never understand, could never fully grasp. Their entire mentality, their entire approach...it was crazy. Ludicrous. Nigh-suicidal.
It was just another reason why they had always fascinated him.
The nephilim set down within the Entry Plug, his AT-Field activating the mechanisms that triggered the activation sequence. "I am supposed to pilot you, Unit-02. I am supposed to lead you into battle against the forces of SEELE, to prevent Instrumentality." The status quo, horrid though it was, was vastly preferable to what the Chairman and his colleagues would unleash. "And yet...do I even have the right?"
Forcefully taking control and willing Unit-02 to fight would be easy, a simple replication of how Yomiko had willed Unit-05 to move.
But that prospect seemed...rude. And crude.
"I would have to sync with the soul within," murmured Kaworu, the LCL turning translucent. "I would have to sync with Miss Sohryu...and to be honest...the idea frightens me."
There was no response from the bestial Eva.
"Despite all the battles that she endured, all that she accomplished...her current state is my fault. Losing her flesh and blood, her soul becoming bound within you...how could she not despise me, even just a little?"
Silence.
Kaworu sighed. "It's okay. I don't expect much...I don't have the right. Who am I to ask anything of she whose lineage is of the Fruit of Knowledge? I am of the Fruit of Life, as you are, Unit-02...our destinies may be interwoven, but never would they meet...as is proper. As is necessary." Even if it stung with a strangely bitter loneliness, and a grim trepidation that made his heart pound with anguish. "I wonder...if this is the emotion that you Lilim would call fear..."
Lub-dup.
There was a distant heartbeat.
"I wonder...can you hear me, Miss Sohryu?"
Lub-dup.
"I hesitate to even ask this much of you, given what I've done..."
Lub-dup.
"...but I will not force Unit-02 to move without you, to suppress your soul even further. It would be...another grave injustice."
Lub-dup.
"...so I will only ask one thing of you...even if you can't forgive me..."
Lub-dup.
"...can you fight by my side, just this once?"
The heartbeat ceased.
Kaworu paused, straining his Light to try and witness the reaction of the soul within Unit-02. Precious seconds passed...and there was no response. "...I see." It hurt. But he was not surprised. "I understand." He closed his eyes, accepting the futility of it all. "It's...okay."
Then, there was a blooming fire, one that consumed him utterly.
what are you, STUPID?!
Hong and Zhao had experienced quite a bit in their relatively short lives: they had put down uprisings in distant Chinese provinces, killed cultists of various stripes, participated in a special Anti-Angel weapons project...and now they were here, in the outer edges of NERV's subterranean base, facing a massive red Evangelion that was bound by thick braces and solidified bakelite. "It seems like a beast restrained," murmured Hong, his rose-colored hair wrapped into a long braid, the traditional queue.
Zhao nodded, his white hair fashioned into a slim crew cut. "I wonder why NERV has yet to deploy it."
The other nephilim tilted his head. "Perhaps they can't control it?"
Zhao glanced at the bare flesh on the Eva's arms, which seemed to twitch every so often. If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear it breathing. "...perhaps." Suddenly, the sound of humming reached his ears. "Someone's coming."
The two nephilim darted to the sides of the large chamber, hiding amidst large pipes and scaffolding. They looked down at the main entryway, which led to a fortified observation center in the middle of the chamber, with a walkway ringing the entire cylindrical room.
Through the doorway came a silver-haired nephilim, clad in a Plug Suit of dark colors. As his red eyes fell upon the restrained Evangelion, his humming ceased. "Unit-02...we meet again." His smile was sad, in a strange way. "It was quite a long walk to get here."
Zhao looked pointedly at his brother across the room, flashing hand signals. -Probable hostile. Engage?-
Hong signaled back. -Hold. Wait for my mark.-
-Acknowledged.-
The Eva Pilot calmly ascended towards the observation chamber, calmly leaping atop the octagonal structure. "This whole series of events seems...quite cruel, to be honest." If Zhao didn't know any better, the boy was actually talking to the Eva. "It is my fault you are in your current state...and yet here I am, tasked with piloting you."
Hong's hand signals were swift. -Attack when he jumps.-
-Acknowledged.- Zhao silently repositioned himself amidst the pipes, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
Sighing, the Eva Pilot bent his legs (Zhao and Hong went tense) and jumped.
Simultaneously, the two nephilim leapt from their hiding places, fists glowing and aimed at the Pilot's face-
A flash of light was all they saw before oblivion took them.
xxxx
Kaworu Nagisa landed atop Unit-02's shoulder, sighing with remorse. "Pointless." He glanced back at the two piles of organic slurry laying on the hardened bakelite below, the only remnants of his two assailants. A brief unfurling of his AT-Field - a harsh flare of the Light of his Soul - had been enough to utterly unmake them. "However...they met their ends in an instant. Is that preferable to a slow, relentless decline...?" He honestly didn't know.
The Fourth Child looked towards the Entry Plug sticking out of Unit-02's back; even now, he could feel the tension radiating from the Evangelion, barely-restrained by all of NERV's measures. "For so long, you fought for them...and yet you still frighten the Lilim." Humanity messed with powers that they could never understand, could never fully grasp. Their entire mentality, their entire approach...it was crazy. Ludicrous. Nigh-suicidal.
It was just another reason why they had always fascinated him.
The nephilim set down within the Entry Plug, his AT-Field activating the mechanisms that triggered the activation sequence. "I am supposed to pilot you, Unit-02. I am supposed to lead you into battle against the forces of SEELE, to prevent Instrumentality." The status quo, horrid though it was, was vastly preferable to what the Chairman and his colleagues would unleash. "And yet...do I even have the right?"
Forcefully taking control and willing Unit-02 to fight would be easy, a simple replication of how Yomiko had willed Unit-05 to move.
But that prospect seemed...rude. And crude.
"I would have to sync with the soul within," murmured Kaworu, the LCL turning translucent. "I would have to sync with Miss Sohryu...and to be honest...the idea frightens me."
There was no response from the bestial Eva.
"Despite all the battles that she endured, all that she accomplished...her current state is my fault. Losing her flesh and blood, her soul becoming bound within you...how could she not despise me, even just a little?"
Silence.
Kaworu sighed. "It's okay. I don't expect much...I don't have the right. Who am I to ask anything of she whose lineage is of the Fruit of Knowledge? I am of the Fruit of Life, as you are, Unit-02...our destinies may be interwoven, but never would they meet...as is proper. As is necessary." Even if it stung with a strangely bitter loneliness, and a grim trepidation that made his heart pound with anguish. "I wonder...if this is the emotion that you Lilim would call fear..."
Lub-dup.
There was a distant heartbeat.
"I wonder...can you hear me, Miss Sohryu?"
Lub-dup.
"I hesitate to even ask this much of you, given what I've done..."
Lub-dup.
"...but I will not force Unit-02 to move without you, to suppress your soul even further. It would be...another grave injustice."
Lub-dup.
"...so I will only ask one thing of you...even if you can't forgive me..."
Lub-dup.
"...can you fight by my side, just this once?"
The heartbeat ceased.
Kaworu paused, straining his Light to try and witness the reaction of the soul within Unit-02. Precious seconds passed...and there was no response. "...I see." It hurt. But he was not surprised. "I understand." He closed his eyes, accepting the futility of it all. "It's...okay."
Then, there was a blooming fire, one that consumed him utterly.
what are you, STUPID?!
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yesssssssssssss Asuka kicking more ass!
low-key fear that she's going to be eaten aside
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Yes.
Give me your anger.
It only nourishes me and makes me STRONGER.
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
...she hasn't been inside Unit 02 for too long. They can still get her out right?
RIGHT?
RIGHT?
31.30, in which the AsukaXKaworu ship blazes to even greater heights!
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
what are you, STUPID?!
Kaworu's eyes widened; he was no longer in the Entry Plug, but standing upon the waters of an infinite shore, tinted orange by the setting sun. He whirled around, red eyes widening at the sight of strawberry blonde hair, passionate blue eyes, and a yellow sundress. "Miss...Sohryu...?" She stepped forward, raising her hand. "Wait-!"
"I can't BELIEVE you still think so little of yourself!" shouted the redhead, relentlessly noogying him. "For a guy as smart as you are, you sure can be unbelievably dense!"
"Ow, ow, that hurts-!"
"It BETTER!" Asuka finally relented, stepping away from Kaworu's ethereal form. "...did you really think I wouldn't forgive you?"
"But it's my fault that you're in this state! Trapped within Unit-02, bereft of your original body-!" Asuka raised her hand, prompting Kaworu to shut up.
The redhead sighed, shaking her head. "I knew what I was getting into when I removed Unit-02's armor. I knew what would happen when I deactivated the limiters; it was the only chance I had of stopping you. And I would do it again."
"But-!" A dainty finger pressed against his lips, shutting him up a second time.
"It is what it is, Kaworu. Stop beating yourself up over it." When he didn't respond, the soul of the Second Child gazed at the sea, an odd little smile on her face. "It is weird, don't get me wrong...Mama's gotten quieter, since I've taken her place as the primary soul. She's...farther away, now." The air echoed with an impossibly deep whisper, rumbling from the depths of the ocean. The exact words couldn't be made out. "I can sense so much now...but it's muted. Like I've gained the ability to see colors beyond the visible, at the cost of being blind all the time...if that makes sense. Does it make sense?"
"...more than you know."
"Is this what life always felt like, to you?"
"...no." Kaworu looked away from her, intentionally focusing on the waves. The repetition of the tide helped him focus. "To use your analogy, I've always been able to see these colors, and I've never been blind...but so many of the colors lacked names, or context as to why they were used. Such were the ways of humanity to me."
"...huh. No wonder you were always such a dork."
Kaworu chuckled. It was amazing, how such a casual insult - lacking any real heat, brimming with a friendly affection - could cheer him up. "...even if the circumstances are less than ideal...it is good to see you again."
"Likewise." The girl stretched, working the kinks out of her limbs (which were technically nonexistent...was this just how her soul naturally was, in his eyes? Always moving, ever energetic?). "So, I take it there's a problem?"
"Yes. Shinji and Rei are facing multiple Evangelions, controlled by SEELE."
"...what's SEELE?" Kaworu's eyes glowed, and Asuka suddenly keeled over. "Oof...okay, shadow organization dedicated to ending the world. Got it."
"My apologies if I caused you any discomfort."
"No, I'm fine...really neat trick though." Puffing herself up, the Second Child said, "okay then, let's get down to it!"
"...are you sure?"
"Why not? Do you honestly think I would ever have an issue synchronizing with you?"
"...you, with me? Probably not...but I, with you...I am not so sure."
"Why?" Asuka stepped forward, pausing as Kaworu impulsively backed away. "Are you...are you afraid of me?"
"...no. Not of you. Perhaps...afraid for you would be a better way to put it." The soul of Kaworu Nagisa - nay, of Tabris - sighed with remorse. "I am an Angel, from the line of the Fruit of Life. Even in my reduced state, my soul is...fundamentally different from yours. And I don't know if synchronizing with your soul...will leave you intact."
Asuka rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"It's no laughing matter!" protested Kaworu, a panicked look settling in his eyes. "The memories I bear of ADAM and LILITH, of what they lost...how could I visit that doom upon you?! Why would-" His protests suddenly ceased.
For Asuka had stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him, and embracing him tightly. "...can you feel that? That warmth?"
Their souls were intermingling. There was...a nervous energy in the air. Kaworu quite liked it. "...yes."
"Whenever I piloted Unit-02...it would be like this for me and my Mama. Connecting with each other, in such a deep way...I loved it."
"...I can see why."
"You're more than just the Angel Tabris, you know? You're also Kaworu Nagisa...and you don't give yourself enough credit. Or me, for that matter." She leaned back, looking straight into his eyes (and oh, those blue eyes were outright challenging him, demanding that he be BETTER). "Did you really think I wouldn't help you out if you needed it?"
"...no...that's not who you are." This connection...was this...was this what Sandalphon had talked about? Was this...was this the dream of ADAM...?
"Then stop being a baka. Okay?"
"...okay." The nephilim let his head droop, his forehead touching hers. The sense of sheer, unadulterated contentment...it was almost intoxicating. "Thank you..."
"Don't mention it, Dummkopf."
The shoreline faded away, and their souls began to shine in unison.
xxxx
At that exact moment, Unit-02's four eyes suddenly blazed.
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-1/
The tip of a Replica Sword barely nicked Unit-01 in the side.
It was still enough to drive a spike of searing pain through Shinji's torso, his breath hitching in his throat. Impulsively, he grabbed Unit-00 by the shoulder and shifted away, by another hundred meters-
dive!
The two Evas split apart, rolling to the side as a wave of energy boiled away at the ground where they had once been.
"They...are...persistent..." panted Rei, Unit-00 gingerly holding the Replica Sword.
"...how are we going to do this?" Both of their Evas bore multiple nicks and scratches, while the MP-Evas were able to cover each other well enough that their wounds were able to heal. "There's just too many of them...!"
Sneering, the nine Evangelions began to advance again...and then they paused.
oh goodness
A strange feeling roiled through the air. "Rei-chan...what is that...?"
"...I do not know."
It was at the moment, at the far end of the Geofront, that the large lake began to rumble and shimmer.
Then a massive cross of vibrant pink energy burst through its surface.
Kaworu's eyes widened; he was no longer in the Entry Plug, but standing upon the waters of an infinite shore, tinted orange by the setting sun. He whirled around, red eyes widening at the sight of strawberry blonde hair, passionate blue eyes, and a yellow sundress. "Miss...Sohryu...?" She stepped forward, raising her hand. "Wait-!"
"I can't BELIEVE you still think so little of yourself!" shouted the redhead, relentlessly noogying him. "For a guy as smart as you are, you sure can be unbelievably dense!"
"Ow, ow, that hurts-!"
"It BETTER!" Asuka finally relented, stepping away from Kaworu's ethereal form. "...did you really think I wouldn't forgive you?"
"But it's my fault that you're in this state! Trapped within Unit-02, bereft of your original body-!" Asuka raised her hand, prompting Kaworu to shut up.
The redhead sighed, shaking her head. "I knew what I was getting into when I removed Unit-02's armor. I knew what would happen when I deactivated the limiters; it was the only chance I had of stopping you. And I would do it again."
"But-!" A dainty finger pressed against his lips, shutting him up a second time.
"It is what it is, Kaworu. Stop beating yourself up over it." When he didn't respond, the soul of the Second Child gazed at the sea, an odd little smile on her face. "It is weird, don't get me wrong...Mama's gotten quieter, since I've taken her place as the primary soul. She's...farther away, now." The air echoed with an impossibly deep whisper, rumbling from the depths of the ocean. The exact words couldn't be made out. "I can sense so much now...but it's muted. Like I've gained the ability to see colors beyond the visible, at the cost of being blind all the time...if that makes sense. Does it make sense?"
"...more than you know."
"Is this what life always felt like, to you?"
"...no." Kaworu looked away from her, intentionally focusing on the waves. The repetition of the tide helped him focus. "To use your analogy, I've always been able to see these colors, and I've never been blind...but so many of the colors lacked names, or context as to why they were used. Such were the ways of humanity to me."
"...huh. No wonder you were always such a dork."
Kaworu chuckled. It was amazing, how such a casual insult - lacking any real heat, brimming with a friendly affection - could cheer him up. "...even if the circumstances are less than ideal...it is good to see you again."
"Likewise." The girl stretched, working the kinks out of her limbs (which were technically nonexistent...was this just how her soul naturally was, in his eyes? Always moving, ever energetic?). "So, I take it there's a problem?"
"Yes. Shinji and Rei are facing multiple Evangelions, controlled by SEELE."
"...what's SEELE?" Kaworu's eyes glowed, and Asuka suddenly keeled over. "Oof...okay, shadow organization dedicated to ending the world. Got it."
"My apologies if I caused you any discomfort."
"No, I'm fine...really neat trick though." Puffing herself up, the Second Child said, "okay then, let's get down to it!"
"...are you sure?"
"Why not? Do you honestly think I would ever have an issue synchronizing with you?"
"...you, with me? Probably not...but I, with you...I am not so sure."
"Why?" Asuka stepped forward, pausing as Kaworu impulsively backed away. "Are you...are you afraid of me?"
"...no. Not of you. Perhaps...afraid for you would be a better way to put it." The soul of Kaworu Nagisa - nay, of Tabris - sighed with remorse. "I am an Angel, from the line of the Fruit of Life. Even in my reduced state, my soul is...fundamentally different from yours. And I don't know if synchronizing with your soul...will leave you intact."
Asuka rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"It's no laughing matter!" protested Kaworu, a panicked look settling in his eyes. "The memories I bear of ADAM and LILITH, of what they lost...how could I visit that doom upon you?! Why would-" His protests suddenly ceased.
For Asuka had stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him, and embracing him tightly. "...can you feel that? That warmth?"
Their souls were intermingling. There was...a nervous energy in the air. Kaworu quite liked it. "...yes."
"Whenever I piloted Unit-02...it would be like this for me and my Mama. Connecting with each other, in such a deep way...I loved it."
"...I can see why."
"You're more than just the Angel Tabris, you know? You're also Kaworu Nagisa...and you don't give yourself enough credit. Or me, for that matter." She leaned back, looking straight into his eyes (and oh, those blue eyes were outright challenging him, demanding that he be BETTER). "Did you really think I wouldn't help you out if you needed it?"
"...no...that's not who you are." This connection...was this...was this what Sandalphon had talked about? Was this...was this the dream of ADAM...?
"Then stop being a baka. Okay?"
"...okay." The nephilim let his head droop, his forehead touching hers. The sense of sheer, unadulterated contentment...it was almost intoxicating. "Thank you..."
"Don't mention it, Dummkopf."
The shoreline faded away, and their souls began to shine in unison.
xxxx
At that exact moment, Unit-02's four eyes suddenly blazed.
xxxx
/Geofront, Tokyo-1/
The tip of a Replica Sword barely nicked Unit-01 in the side.
It was still enough to drive a spike of searing pain through Shinji's torso, his breath hitching in his throat. Impulsively, he grabbed Unit-00 by the shoulder and shifted away, by another hundred meters-
dive!
The two Evas split apart, rolling to the side as a wave of energy boiled away at the ground where they had once been.
"They...are...persistent..." panted Rei, Unit-00 gingerly holding the Replica Sword.
"...how are we going to do this?" Both of their Evas bore multiple nicks and scratches, while the MP-Evas were able to cover each other well enough that their wounds were able to heal. "There's just too many of them...!"
Sneering, the nine Evangelions began to advance again...and then they paused.
oh goodness
A strange feeling roiled through the air. "Rei-chan...what is that...?"
"...I do not know."
It was at the moment, at the far end of the Geofront, that the large lake began to rumble and shimmer.
Then a massive cross of vibrant pink energy burst through its surface.
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Speaking as an enthusiastic A/S shipper... I'm digging it.
And once again, Shinji and Rei need saving by our favorite German.
oh and kaworu too I suppose
And once again, Shinji and Rei need saving by our favorite German.
oh and kaworu too I suppose
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
It is somewhat telling that it took going AU for the idea to seem remotely feasible in my head.
/because to be honest
//canon kaworu with canon asuka
///would be kinda weird
////but I bet someone looks at that scenario
/////sniffs loudly
//////and whispers 'challenge ACCEPTED'
31.31, in which Kaworu experiences happiness.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Then a massive cross of vibrant pink energy burst through its surface.
A pair of silhouettes emerged, one dark and one light. As the cross faded, the silhouettes became visible.
Shinji couldn't believe what he was seeing. "That's…Unit-02?!" Unit-02 floated in the air, arms crossed with confidence. Floating behind the Eva was a golden humanoid, faceless and with long flowing hair. However, unlike the battle with Tabris, the overall form was…strikingly familiar. "…Asuka…?"
"Irritating pest!" MP-07 swung its Replica Lance, lashing out with a bolt of spiritual power.
Unit-02 and the golden figure vanished.
The golden girl reappeared behind MP-07, pinning the white Eva in a full nelson. An instant later, Unit-02 reappeared in front of the Eva, hands lashing out with glowing fingers. In the blink of an eye, MP-07 had been stricken over two dozen times.
If it had eyes, the MP-Eva would have blinked. "…what…?" The points that had been struck began to radiate with light. "Wait…" And then the Eva began to bulge. "…NO-!" MP-07's panicked shout cut off as the titan exploded from within, splattering the ground with meat and purple blood.
The eight other MP-Evas backed away with trepidation.
"…Shinji. Rei." Unit-02 glanced over at its bedraggled compatriots, each one bearing slowly-healing lacerations and cracked armor. "It would be best if you focus on the bombardment, for now."
Shinji couldn't believe whose voice he was hearing. "…Kaworu?!"
Unit-00 clenched its Replica Sword tightly. "Why are you in Unit-02?"
"It is by the will of your Supreme Commander and the Sub-Director that I am here." Unit-02 glanced up at the open hole in the Geofront, watching as more missiles began to drop. "At this juncture, you two are best-equipped to deal with the invasion above…I will deal with the Mass Production Series."
"But Kaworu-!"
"It is fine, Shinji Ikari." There was a strange tone to the Fourth Child's voice, one that seemed…unabashedly joyful. It was so odd, hearing such a tenor with Kaworu's voice. "I am not alone."
The golden humanoid, languishing in an almost lazy fashion upon Unit-02's shoulders, made a 'shooing' motion with her hands.
"…very well. We are in no condition to stop you, regardless." Unit-00 gestured upward at the ceiling. "Come, Shinji-kun. We must bring an end to the invasion." Bending down, the blue giant soared into the air with a gigantic leap.
Staring confusedly at Unit-02 and the golden girl – was she waving at him? – Shinji finally followed Rei to the surface, his face bearing a rather dumbfounded expression. I…I'm so confused right now. What in the world is happening?!
roll with it
xxxx
The eight MP-Evas seemed to glare at their blue and purple adversaries, seemingly exiting the battle after the sudden arrival of Unit-02. "Like we'd let you get away!" growled MP-02, wings extending and bringing it airborne-
Unit-02 motioned with its right hand at MP-02, fingers clenching tightly. The golden girl did the same, raising her arm upwards…only to snap her fingers.
KABOOOM!!
The pocket of air above MP-02 – gathered together by the will of Tabris, separated into its base elements – abruptly combusted, the spark provided by the golden girl. The sudden explosion forced the Eva back to the ground, skin singed by the blast. "You cheeky prat."
Kaworu Nagisa smiled serenely within Unit-02's Entry Plug. "I will not let you harm them. And I will not let you take ADAM and LILITH."
MP-10 sneered. "Like you could actually stop us on your own."
"On the contrary," replied Kaworu, briefly glancing to his side. Beside him – ethereal, nonexistent to the world, yet all too real to him – was the specter of Asuka Langley-Sohryu, clad in her red Plug Suit, and bearing a cherubic smile. It was a sign of how deeply linked the two were, of how far their synchronization went, that her spiritual presence was a palpable reality to him. "I am not alone."
That in and of itself was the most fantastic thing he had ever said. I am not alone.
took you long enough
Growling, the eight remaining MP-Evas transformed their weapons into Replica Lances, lashing out with a massive wave of energy.
Unit-02 stomped the ground, and a massive slab of earth and soil rose to cover the red Eva. The golden girl brought her hands together, fingers curling up; the mass of earth consolidated, becoming harder than rock.
The deadly wave smashed against it, cracking it…but not breaking it.
With a swift palm thrust, Unit-02 shot the oversized dirt clod forward, the projectile smashing into MP-03 and knocking it back. The golden girl's form overlapped that of Unit-02, and the entire Eva began to shimmer.
In the blink of an eye, Kaworu had teleported behind the cluster of MP-Evas. As they turned – slowly, as though stuck in molasses – the Fourth Child couldn't help but marvel at what he was experiencing.
Unit-02 still had no limiters; in a sense, it too was an Ascended Evangelion, much like his original body had been. However, his true soul was still intact, bound within the Core locked deep inside NERV-1; thus, he had no fear of the Eva absorbing him as it had with the Second Child.
In fact, he felt no fear at all.
I see now.
Unit-02 punched MP-10 in the face, free hand latching onto the white Eva's wrist and slinging it at MP-04 and MP-05. With a seamless shift – phasing out of physical reality, moving through the realm where spirit was supreme – Unit-02 reappeared behind MP-08, grabbing it by the neck and waist. With a sharp jerk, the crimson Eva brought the MP-Eva down on its knee, a harsh crack and a shrill screech marking the breaking of its spine. Unit-02 swiftly kicked it in the side, sending the MP-Eva crashing into MP-09 and MP-12. Another shift – dancing around the spiritual barriers of the MP-Evas, fixed in time but not in space – brought Unit-02 beside MP-02. A left cross sent the Eva flying, a golden tether connecting Unit-02's fist with the MP-Eva's face. With a swift yank, as with a paddleball, Unit-02 brought MP-02 back to meet a right straight into the sternum. Gagging, the MP-Eva could only scream as Unit-02's mouth let loose a concussive blast of power, knocking it away.
I see now!
Strong though the MP-Evas were, dreadful though their Replicas might be…Kaworu could see their every move. His perspective was now aided by another, one who was not kin…and yet inexplicably linked with him in a way he had never thought possible.
It was absolutely exhilarating.
Sandalphon…I understand now, why you refused to yield. Even if this was a mere shade of a true union between the Fruit of Life and Fruit of Knowledge…it was enough for him to understand why ADAM had long dreamed of it. Together, he and Miss Sohryu…were [amplified/exalted/INDECIPHERABLE]. I understand!
The golden girl reappeared besides Unit-02. Linking hands, the two reared their left arms, thrusting their palms forward; an ethereal palm, over a hundred meters wide, launched at the MP-Evas, smashing them even further away.
This...
Kaworu Nagisa brought his hand to that of the redheaded specter within the Entry Plug, gripping it fondly. The ethereal girl eyed him with brief surprise (how unexpectedly forward of you!) before her fingers clenched back.
…this…
As their adversaries slowly got back up, the Second and Fourth Children faced them with a smile; for they knew joy, and that was enough.
…is Complementation!
And so the duo continued their deadly dance.
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
...waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
...waiting for the other shoe to drop.
MFE!Asuka: Man, you need a dose of optimism! Why are you so glum all the time?
Turing Decidable: *points rather vociferously at Episode 26*
MFE!Asuka: ...okay, solid argument.
Turing Decidable: *points to this episode's title, which reads END OF EVANGELION in bold*
MFE!Asuka: ...okay, it seems dire, but that doesn't mean-
Turing Decidable: *plays the original End of Evangelion movie*
MFE!Asuka: D:
Turing Decidable: EXACTLY.
MFE!Asuka: ...well...this isn't canon, though!
Turing Decidable: *points to the Author's Domain, where behind the closed door, high-pitched cackling abounds*
MFE!Asuka: ...aw man.
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm a side character in a Mobile Fighter Evangelion omake!
Awesome!
Awesome!
CalumTraveler
Age Raveler
- Location
- Corner of No and Where.
So I find myself wondering if *this* was the contingency Gendo left to prepare for.... or is there something else yet to come?
Either way- EPIC fight so far. :33
Either way- EPIC fight so far. :33
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
CalumTraveler
Age Raveler
- Location
- Corner of No and Where.
...Oh, whoops. I missed that somehow. XDD
31.32, in which General Sakamura makes a desperate decision.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
/Reserve Command Center, NERV-1, Tokyo-3/
"...why is the Final Angel piloting Unit-02?" asked Misato Katsuragi, eyebrow twitching heavily.
"That would be one of the Supreme Commander's contingencies," explained Kozou Fuyutsuki.
"I figured that much. Why wasn't I told that the Final Angel would be piloting Unit-02?!"
Ritsuko chuckled. "Precisely because of this reaction, probably."
"Does it really matter, Boss?" asked Aoba. "He seems happy kicking the MP-Series' asses."
The Operations Director huffed. "Fine, whatever. Status on our internal defenses?"
"Our defensive lines are withdrawing deeper towards the command center; the sections flooded with bakelite have impeded the UN's progress some, but a lot of them are starting to deploy heavy weaponry to break through."
Misato scowled, looking back down at the lower levels; a row of Section 2 personnel had formed a defensive perimeter around it, waiting for the UN personnel to poke their heads through again. "Our sentries won't hold them back forever," murmured Misato. "We need to hold long enough for the Evas to rebuff the invasion!"
xxxx
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"Sir! We have confirmed visual of Units-00 and 01 emerging from the Geofront!"
"IMPOSSIBLE!" howled General Sakamura. "There were twelve Evangelions!"
"Long-range recon reports only eight of the Mass Production Series remaining inside the Geofront!"
Notwithstanding the fact that apparently four of the MP-Evas had already been destroyed, Sakamura harped on the fact that eight remained standing. "What the hell are they doing then?!"
"They're...being held off by Unit-02, sir!"
"...send the word to the JASDF. Launch all of our N2 payloads. I want Tokyo-3 and the Geofront reduced to a crater!"
"But sir, the potential geologic ramifications-"
"Don't you think I know that?" interrupted Sakamura, his voice deathly cold. "Such concentrated explosive force on the Hakone caldera...I know it might trigger a volcanic reaction. But if only one of their Evas is holding off EIGHT more, the rest of our forces have no prayer against the other two!"
"...but what of those who have already infiltrated the Geofront, sir?"
"We all knew the risks with this operation. We all knew that defeating Gendo Ikari and his fanatical faction might take extreme measures...and I will bear responsibility for every single soldier who has died this day. But this is, quite literally, our last option. If we fail...then our country, our whole world, is doomed." The General loomed over the lower-ranked officer, as if daring him to disagree. "So...send the word."
"...yes sir."
"...why is the Final Angel piloting Unit-02?" asked Misato Katsuragi, eyebrow twitching heavily.
"That would be one of the Supreme Commander's contingencies," explained Kozou Fuyutsuki.
"I figured that much. Why wasn't I told that the Final Angel would be piloting Unit-02?!"
Ritsuko chuckled. "Precisely because of this reaction, probably."
"Does it really matter, Boss?" asked Aoba. "He seems happy kicking the MP-Series' asses."
The Operations Director huffed. "Fine, whatever. Status on our internal defenses?"
"Our defensive lines are withdrawing deeper towards the command center; the sections flooded with bakelite have impeded the UN's progress some, but a lot of them are starting to deploy heavy weaponry to break through."
Misato scowled, looking back down at the lower levels; a row of Section 2 personnel had formed a defensive perimeter around it, waiting for the UN personnel to poke their heads through again. "Our sentries won't hold them back forever," murmured Misato. "We need to hold long enough for the Evas to rebuff the invasion!"
xxxx
/Sakamura's Field Office, Eastern Slopes of Mt. Fuji/
"Sir! We have confirmed visual of Units-00 and 01 emerging from the Geofront!"
"IMPOSSIBLE!" howled General Sakamura. "There were twelve Evangelions!"
"Long-range recon reports only eight of the Mass Production Series remaining inside the Geofront!"
Notwithstanding the fact that apparently four of the MP-Evas had already been destroyed, Sakamura harped on the fact that eight remained standing. "What the hell are they doing then?!"
"They're...being held off by Unit-02, sir!"
"...send the word to the JASDF. Launch all of our N2 payloads. I want Tokyo-3 and the Geofront reduced to a crater!"
"But sir, the potential geologic ramifications-"
"Don't you think I know that?" interrupted Sakamura, his voice deathly cold. "Such concentrated explosive force on the Hakone caldera...I know it might trigger a volcanic reaction. But if only one of their Evas is holding off EIGHT more, the rest of our forces have no prayer against the other two!"
"...but what of those who have already infiltrated the Geofront, sir?"
"We all knew the risks with this operation. We all knew that defeating Gendo Ikari and his fanatical faction might take extreme measures...and I will bear responsibility for every single soldier who has died this day. But this is, quite literally, our last option. If we fail...then our country, our whole world, is doomed." The General loomed over the lower-ranked officer, as if daring him to disagree. "So...send the word."
"...yes sir."
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I hope your death is especially painful.
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
That's sad. Good, loyal men, doing service to their homeland, being used in such a manner...
Oh shit, SEELE better suffer.
Oh shit, SEELE better suffer.
A brief foray into confirmation bias (brought to you by Scott Adams)
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
I hope your death is especially painful.
To be fair, you have (from Sakamura's perspective) merciless god-machines (one of which is apparently holding off eight others) in the service of a man who (aside from his reputation as a crazed madman) has allegedly possessed the cause of Second Impact - ADAM and LILITH - this entire time.
Sakamura definitely has a vendetta against Gendo Ikari, to be sure. But in his eyes, if he doesn't go (non)nuclear, then these god-machines will be free to do Gendo Ikari's nefarious bidding.
That's confirmation bias for you: all of Gendo's actions, up to this point, have cemented in Sakamura's mind the idea that he is an insane megalomaniac who shouldn't be trusted with ANYTHING. Even Gendo's declaration of defiance the night before the invasion could be - without an in-depth look, that is - summed up as a clever psy op to make them second guess themselves, because seriously, who would believe that noted philanthropist Keel Lorenz is completely and utterly evil? 'SEELE'? Please, such delusional nonsense is only further proof that Gendo Ikari is not to be trusted.
Wink.
But yeah. Sakamura's subjective reality is completely and utterly real to him, just as Gendo's subjective reality - that everything he has done was for the sake of stopping SEELE - is completely and utterly real to him.
Alas, there is but one objective reality.
And that reality is Pinkie Pie.
/hey!
//this is the wrong fandom!
///get out of here, you pink pastel equine!
////"But why? She's the one who let me in!"
/////who is 'she'?
//////"Heee~eey."
///////OH SHI-
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The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
Pinkie, get back into your right fandom.
You get cupcakes and brownies if you do~
You get cupcakes and brownies if you do~