Beware uncharted lands, for there be spoilers afoot!
This may seem like it's overdue, but based on a comment I recently received elsewhere, apparently the fact that there will be spoilers to both the Neon Genesis Evangelion anime and the events of various games in the Persona Series (including but not limited to Persona 3, Persona 3 Portable, Persona 4, and Persona 5) wasn't made clear just by how the plot has unveiled.

So I'm placing a sticky post for this message: if you have not watched the original Evangelion anime, or if you have not played the Persona games — especially P3, P4, P5, and their updated re-releases — then take note that this story contains spoilers to all of them. Read at your own risk.

/that should do it
//right?
///right??
 
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9/8 - Evening
/KiKi Ichibanya, Outskirts of Hakone Academy/

As the sun dipped below the horizon, and night fell across Tokyo-3, Shinji was enjoying dinner with friends, sitting at a circular table with Mayumi, Hikari, Kensuke, Toji, and Kaworu, in that order. It wasn't long before Shinji began to feel a strange yet familiar sensation, akin to sonar pinging off of an approaching beast of the deep blue sea. This bore fruit in short order: right as their orders came back, Rei and Asuka walked in, looking somewhat tired...albeit in a triumphant sort of way, at least as far as the Second Child went.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e41kuRsXKuw

Shinji, unfortunately, opened up with the worst possible question. "Back before school, huh?"

Asuka's expression morphed into an irritated glare in an instant. "Willst du das wiederholen?"

Why did I say that, he briefly thought with a grimace.

Fortunately, his proverbial bros came to the rescue before he could apologize. "Sounds like she made a bet about how long it would take to do her mission," joked Kensuke, adjusting his glasses in a jokingly ominous way.

"Sounds like she shouldn't cash checks her mouth can't write," snarked Toji, audibly slurping his curry noodles into his mouth.

"It's 'write checks her mouth can't cash'," impulsively corrected Hikari.

Toji blustered, "You get what I mean!"

"...y'all can bite me," groused Asuka, pulling up a chair to plop herself down between Mayumi and Hikari. "Where's Mana?"

"She's working late with Katsuragi, apparently," answered Mayumi.

"Hmm." As Rei took a seat between Shinji and Mayumi, Asuka's eyes glared at Kaworu, nestled between Toji and Shinji. "Why is he here?"

"Am I not allowed to partake in outings with my roommates, Asuka-chan?" remarked Kaworu with a genuine grin.

Asuka's retort was instinctive. "Don't call me 'chan', you pervert."

"People always call me that, yet they always seem to sputter with disbelief when I ask them for proof of my alleged depravity," he nonchalantly said.

"That's because most students can't believe you can say that with a straight face," said Hikari with a tired expression. "Just ignore him, Sohryu-san. You'll become inured to his wordplay eventually..."

Kaworu sniffed, as one honestly offended. "Are you accusing me of being a playboy, Hikari-chan? I'm nothing but unfailingly honest with my intentions~"

Asuka looked utterly bewildered and repulsed. "You disgust me."

"He's heard worse," chorused Kensuke and Toji.

Huffing, Asuka grabbed her menu and looked it over. "I want something with a lot of meat."

Shinji instinctively covered Kaworu's mouth with his hand before the boy could talk. Is it sad that I'm able to predict that...? Without warning, something slimy brushed against his palm; he yelped with disbelief, yanking his hand away. "Did...did you just lick me?!"

"You shouldn't put your hand on someone else's mouth, Shinji-kun," casually remarked Kaworu. "Some might accuse you of being rude."

(Mayumi and Hikari both hung their heads in utter disbelief at his audacity.)

"Says the guy who literally just licked his hand," grumbled Toji.

"I do not 'lick', Toji-kun," huffed Kaworu, sounding offended by the thought.

"Spare us whatever perverted word you happen to prefer," growled Asuka, looking one more innuendo away from throttling him.

(Rei finally pinched the bridge of her nose, betraying just a hint of frustration. Even her legendary stoicism had limits.)

Kaworu smiled, shifting his gaze back towards Asuka. "You seem to be quite the hothead, Asuka-chan; a passionate sort, eager for an outlet to relieve your stress..."

"If you say anything like what I think you're about to say-"

Asuka's threatening snarl was swiftly interrupted. "Are you aware of the Boxing Club? I'm a member."

Shinji blanched. He's not suggesting...?

Asuka, far from bewildered, looked intrigued. "You saying I'd be able to slug you in the face...and nobody would get mad at me?"

"If you can~" slyly taunted Kaworu.

Before anyone else could stop this potential trainwreck, Asuka gleefully directed the proverbial tracks to her person. "Then sign me up!"

(Rei briefly looked at Kaworu with alarm, her face quickly settling into a stony mask.)

"It'll have to be next week," remarked Kaworu, uncaring for how the others were looking at him with disbelief. "All of the after-school clubs don't start back up until after the next New Moon."

"As if a measly Angel would stop me from giving you your comeuppance!"

Asuka's boisterousness simply made Kaworu chuckle. "I look forward to it." Sipping at the last of the broth from his bowl of stew, Kaworu rose from the table. "I'll be right back," he said, heading for the restrooms.

In the brief lull of conversation, Hikari cleared her throat. "So...that was...something..."

"Should I sell tickets?" joked Toji.

"SUZUHARA," hissed Hikari.

"Come on, Class Rep! With Nagisa's reputation, a lot of people would line up to see him get knocked in the kisser," griped Toji.

Asuka snorted, finally putting in her order. "I should've figured something was up after nobody reacted when I slapped him the other day. Means I'll have even less of a guilty conscience."

"You don't sound like you would feel guilty at all," observed Kensuke.

"Exactly." Asuka finally looked in Shinji's direction, only to frown. "What, you afraid for the pervert's life? I'll just bruise him."

"...it's not that," murmured Shinji, recalling a particular incident that was all too infamous as far as his own reputation was concerned. However, the bit that had gone unreported — whether it be from duplicitous editing or something else — was what had happened after his infamous 'Yakuza Fight Club' incident. "Nagisa-kun...shouldn't be taken lightly."

Asuka audibly scoffed; although Hikari and Mayumi seemed confused, both Kensuke and Toji seemed to realize his implication. "Oh yeah...you said that Nagisa's the one who sprung you from that fight club," murmured Suzuhara with trepidation.

When Asuka looked back at him with confusion, Shinji elaborated, "It wasn't publicly made known...but after the footage ended of my fight with Sho Minazuki-"

"Oh yeah, I remember watching that," said Asuka in an offhand manner. "He made you look like a punkass weakling."

"...as I was saying," continued Shinji, briefly inhaling to get himself back on track, "What most don't know is that I was saved by Nagisa-kun."

Mayumi blinked, finally recalling the various conversations that had been had following the fallout from the Olympics disaster in early August; Hikari, meanwhile, blanched with shock. "I know you said he was the reason you were even at that fight club to begin with...but he managed to defeat someone you couldn't? How?"

"You think he might be an A.T. Adept of some kind?" wondered Kensuke.

Shinji shrugged. "Maybe? I can't really remember the details." After Sho had put him through the ringer during their first encounter, recalling exactly what Kaworu had done to the redheaded berserker was difficult. "All I remember is that...well, he made it look effortless."

"...wonder if anyone ever talked to him about that after the fact," grumbled Toji. "Seems like he'd be a handy trump card if he could pull that off."

"I'm not sure," admitted Shinji. "He was on the bus back to Tokyo-3 with his club before anyone could talk to him about it...then right after the Olympics, there was the incident with the Kuchisake-onna..."

("The coochy-what now?" wondered Asuka under her breath.)

"...then immediately after that was the Angel battle with Armisael...and then a lot of other things..." As Shinji trailed off, Kensuke, Toji, and Mayumi all winced in sympathy. "...August was a busy month."

Hikari looked at them with a somewhat haunted expression; Asuka, meanwhile, seemed to be rather pleased by this turn of events. "Well, if he's as tough as you make him out to be, I won't have to worry about knocking his block off."

"Such a violent girl," murmured Kensuke.

"A real gorilla girl," agreed Toji.

"I can hear you," griped Asuka.

"Then maybe I should call you a 'red devil' then?" taunted Toji.

Asuka theatrically pointed her chopsticks in Suzuhara's direction, holding them like daggers. "I can find out where you sleep, you know."

"..."

"That's what I thought." Asuka sighed, sinking back into her chair. "Geez, First, I have no idea how you put up with all of this..." When she didn't get an answer, Asuka looked to her right, only to blink. "Where'd she go?"

It was only then that Shinji and Mayumi realized, with startled expressions, that the blunette who had been sitting between them was gone. "Uh..."

"Man, she can be quiet when she wants to be," observed Kensuke, punctuating his words with another bite into his curry kebab.

xx


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRxM9_CcD30

In the hallway leading to the restrooms, Rei Ayanami waited patiently. When Kaworu Nagisa stepped out of the men's restroom, she wasted no time. "What are you planning?"

"Planning?" echoed Kaworu with a strange expression: not quite a smile, but not quite apathetic either. "Planning is how things go wrong," he quipped.

"...I've kept a distance out of respect for our prior struggles," she said diplomatically. "But I won't allow you to endanger things."

Kaworu chuckled. It was a strangely ominous sound. "Ayanami-san...the Second Child has no need to fear me. What purpose would there be in unduly harming her? If anything, she's in more danger from whoever will rise to face her during the New Moon. This whole little escapade of ours will be a mere sideshow."

"Then why pursue it?"

"Why indeed? Only time will tell if it'll bear fruit. Will it be at cross purposes with your work, or the work of our erstwhile allies? Who is to say..." Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he added, "I'll tell them you threatened me with vigorous bodily harm. I might as well ensure your reputation remains unsullied, after all..."

Rei watched him depart, unsure what to make of his behavior or actions. As sad as it was to admit, she lacked the time to worry about him, compared to other threats. Kaworu Nagisa...what is your ultimate endgame? Only mutual respect born from countless timelines' worth of shared suffering kept her from prying further. I hope that you know what you're doing...

xxxx

END OF 9/8/2015

xxxx

I get the feeling when Asuka learns that Kaworu is in the boxing club, she will use him as a punching bag I mean sparring partner.

/oh hey look who saw it coming
 
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Can I call it or what? I get the feeling that if it goes south for Asuka, she will resort to fighting dirty to beat Kaworu.
 
Can I call it or what? I get the feeling that if it goes south for Asuka, she will resort to fighting dirty to beat Kaworu.

I'm just worried she's gonna bust out the eva

And dare risk the wrath of Shinjiro Aragaki, the Boxing Club's Health Advisor?

Shinjiro: No Evas.

Asuka: But-

Shinjiro: *glares*


Shinjiro: No. Evas.

Asuka: ...*glances at Shinji* How come you can't glare like that?

Shinji: I'm not sure I'd like who I'd be if I could pull that look off without thinking...
 
(Rei finally pinched the bridge of her nose, betraying just a hint of frustration. Even her legendary stoicism had limits.)

Rei pushed beyond her limits.
Now everyone can feel solidarity with her.

Asuka, far from bewildered, looked intrigued. "You saying I'd be able to slug you in the face...and nobody would get mad at me?"

"If you can~" slyly taunted Kaworu.

In a way that was too seductive to resist.

It was only then that Shinji and Mayumi realized, with startled expressions, that the blunette who had been sitting between them was gone. "Uh..."

"Man, she can be quiet when she wants to be," observed Kensuke

Rei the Ninja-Girl.
Wonder if there ever was a world set in a medieval Japan, with Rei walking the path of a Shinobi?
 
Rei the Ninja-Girl.
Wonder if there ever was a world set in a medieval Japan, with Rei walking the path of a Shinobi?

First of all, merchandising beat you to it:



Secondly, there was a somewhat more medieval world in a prior timeline (I think it was the one with the Ramiel crystal pox and Bardiel's blue plague), so there's a nonzero chance of that being one such example.
 
9/9 - Early Morning
Sokila frowned as she strummed her little ukulele.

"That was an interesting feeling, wasn't it?"


Twang, twang, went the little strings.

"Your last...'So-shell' Link..."

She grimaced, feeling as though she had pronounced it wrong.

"I wonder how everything will go? I don't know..."

With a sudden grimace, she played a bit harder.

"That meanie with the silver hair better not hurt her...or else...I don't know, something bad!"

The faint haze of blue began to brighten-

xxxx

/Wednesday: September 9, 2015/

/Room 23, 2nd Floor, Izanagi Dorms, Hakone Academy/


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ju6glM9vjPU

It was incredibly early in the morning of the Ninth — barely past midnight — when Shinji got an alert message on his phone. It was with blurry eyes that he realized it was a message from the MAGI. Huh...new Pattern Blue in Mie Prefecture, near Ise. His thoughts impulsively wandered to Rei, and then Asuka; they had already fought Acolytes mere hours ago. Well...I guess I have the first 'night shift'...

(It was so tempting to just roll over and go back to sleep.)

(But you're too determined to do that, aren't you?)

Sighing quietly, he slowly sat up, planting his feet on the floor. Almost as an afterthought, he texted Rei. That reminds me...I need to get Sohryu-san's number...

S. Ikari: I'll take care of this Pattern Blue, Ayanami-san.
S. Ikari: you and Asska get some sleep


Shinji froze at the sight of his very unfortunate typo. She must never find out. (On the bright side, the spike of adrenaline served well enough to rouse him to wakefulness.)

R. Ayanami: Very well. Be vigilant.

Small mercies, that Rei was the type to not harp on such silly things.

S. Ikari: I will.

He only took the time to put on some socks and shoes — not even bothering to change out of his sleeping shorts and shirt — before phasing away into static; the other three boys in his dorm room slept soundly, unperturbed by his departure.

xxxx

/Room 1, 2nd Floor, Izanami Dorms, Hakone Academy/

Rei glanced away from her phone, watching a figure quietly try to move about in the dark. "Ikari-san will handle it, Sohryu-san."

Asuka, in the midst of putting on a pair of sweatpants, faltered. With one pant leg flopping about, she silently crashed to the floor. "Scheiße," she quietly hissed.

Mayumi simply snorted, turning over on her top bunk; Hikari, meanwhile, sat up with a jolt. "Wha-?"

"Sohryu-san was simply trying to leave quietly for a mission; however, our comrade has already volunteered to take it," elaborated Rei. "You can go back to sleep, Horaki-san."

"...oh...right..." The Class Rep sleepily yawned, rolling back over to face the wall.

Asuka quietly knelt down beside Rei's bed; even in the dark, her silhouette was still visible. The light of her phone reflected off of the Second Child's eyes, illuminating her pensive expression. "So, Third told you?" she whispered.

"Yes," she calmly remarked, angling her phone.

Asuka briefly read the text log, only to freeze. Her brows immediately narrowed with irritation. "So. Asska, huh?"

"It is obviously a typo-"

"I'm sure." With a snort, she added, "Text me his number. I'll give him a piece of my mind in the morning...or if he needs one of us to bail him out, in which case I'll get onto him for being a slacker." Without another word, she quietly climbed back onto her top bunk to get some sleep.

Not that you would have asked for Ikari-kun to give you his number, idly thought Rei. That is not your way. Either way, she had given Asuka the means to contact Shinji in private. That would have to be enough.

xxxx

/Outskirts of Ise, Mie Prefecture/

It was atop the Uji-bashi Bridge — an ancient bridge of cypress wood, customarily rebuilt and destroyed every two decades — that Shinji Ikari emerged back into reality. Skimming the threshold of the cognitive realm had enabled him to sense at least two A.T. Agents fighting a corrupted Shadow; thus, he defaulted to the physical world, setting foot down upon the wooden bridge. At each end, a few monks and maidens from the nearest shrines had gathered, serving as a proverbial wall; though their A.T. Fields were not quite visible, the metaphysical presence at each end of the bridge solidified that they had Adepts among their ranks. As it stood, it was only because of interference in the Metaverse that the berserk human stumbled about like a drunk, rather than charge with all their might.

Judging by how the poor man's bloodshot eyes narrowed upon Shinji's form, that wouldn't last much longer.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYQREZmi_3w

"I'm sorry for this," murmured Shinji, quietly pulling the blue fire from his forehead; his bodysuit phased into being, as Shogoki's solidly spectral form loomed over his shoulder. With a thought, the silhouette of Sobek overshadowed his Evangelion, giving Unit-01 a bit of a hunched figure and a nigh-reptilian aura. "Rest in peace."

As the Acolyte charged, Unit-01's clawed hand latched around his throat, with a snarling yet somehow gleeful roar, the Evangelion leapt over the side of the bridge, slamming the Acolyte into the shallow waters of the Isuzu River.

...so it's not just Ghosts, thought Shinji; as most of his will focused on wearing away the incredible metaphysical defenses of the Acolyte, he observed the conflict with an almost detached air. Even Acolytes are getting tougher...but if that's the case, why haven't we been overrun, yet? Was it possible that the victims of Angel Syndrome — Ghost and Acolyte — responded with a power proportionate to their opponents? (He didn't like the implications of such an idea.)

Even so, before ten minutes were out, the Acolyte had been neutralized, courtesy of a piledriver into the ground. Shinji looked away from the grisly scene, feeling for wherever the nearest disturbance was...there: to the north, by about two kilometers. "Let's go," he murmured to himself, not even waiting to receive gratitude and well-wishes from those who had witnessed the battle. As Unit-01 grew to a height of over a dozen meters, Shinji jumped off of the bridge, landing lightly upon the shoulders of his Other Self made manifest.

Huffing, Unit-01's feet splashed through the river, making waves as it went for the next battle.

(As the darkness of early morning ticked by, Shinji would face twenty-six more Acolytes, occasionally shifting into the Metaverse to fight their hulking Shadows due to tactical advantages available in the moment.)

(To fight despite your tiredness, to fulfill your duty even though you ache...you cannot call such determination merely dogged...!)

xx

It wasn't until after 5:00 AM that the Pattern Blue finally faded, and Shinji made his way back to Tokyo-3. Shifting back into reality within his dormitory's bathroom, he washed his face before tiredly emerging, dragging his feet back to his bed. Without another word, he all but crashed into the mattress. So tired...ugh...

Bzzt.

...oh, come on.
He resisted the urge to groan aloud, bringing his phone back up. To his surprise, a number of actions had recently taken place without him realizing it: he had received a Contact invitation from an unrecognized number, followed by his phone — or a MAGI algorithm, more likely — automatically registering the number under the Second Child's name. Asuka...? He clicked the message.

A.L. Sohryu: So.
A.L. Sohryu: Asska, hm?


Shinji's face curdled from a combination of disbelief and disappointment. Did Ayanami-san actually tell her...??

The texts didn't stop.

A.L. Sohryu: I can see the read receipts, Third. I *know* you're looking at these.
A.L. Sohryu: Respond, damn it!
A.L. Sohryu: If you ignore me, there will be hell to pay later!!


...nope. Shinji promptly put his phone into sleep mode and turned over to try and get some semblance of sleep...

xxxx

/Determination is now at Rank 4
//growing from Dogged
///to Ironclad
////his last rank-up in this Social Stat was on August the 6th, so it's also been a while
 
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Asuka briefly read the text log, only to freeze. Her brows immediately narrowed with irritation. "So. Asska, huh?"

She does have a nice Ass.
And now Asuka will think all night about Shinji.

A.L. Sohryu: I can see the read receipts, Third. I *know* you're looking at these.
A.L. Sohryu: Respond, damn it!
A.L. Sohryu: If you ignore me, there will be hell to pay later!!


...nope. Shinji promptly put his phone into sleep mode and turned over to try and get some semblance of sleep...

S.Ikari: Too tried. Going slep. Night.
Ah, the next day will be a pain in Shinji's ass.
 
Omake: Adventures in English-Japanese Translation
why is shinji texting rei in english

(i am being a pedantic bastard here because that specific typo doesn't make sense in japanese and the joke doesn't work without it)

We've had all the various jokes at Shinji and Mana's expense about their texting typos up to this point, and it's Asska that finally gets you to be pedantic? :V

Imagine, then, if you will: in the original (and highly hypothetical) Japanese release of SPE, instead of texting "アスカ" (or "Asuka"), he tiredly flubs his response and types "アしカ" (or "A shi ka", which translates to "sea lion").

Asuka, being a paranoid and touchy sort, immediately leaps to the worst possible conclusion.

A.L. Sohryu: Sea lion?!
A.L. Sohryu: Is that a
World War 2 crack?!
A.L. Sohryu: Just 'cause Makinami's half-British and annoys me a lot doesn't mean you can joke about that sort of thing!
A.L. Sohryu: And to think you were hiding that spine of yours in such a sly and underhanded way!


Shinji, being too tired and too addled to wonder what in the world she's talking about, simply 'nopes' out and puts his phone away before going to sleep.

Naturally, a joke wherein Shinji's typo unintentionally makes a Nazi comparison with the half-Germanic Asuka wouldn't fly in the overseas release of SPE, so the English dub instead went for a much easier joke based on a typo of Asuka's romanized spelling instead.

(It does, however, come at the cost of not continuing the grand Evangelion tradition of Asuka making poor assumptions about Shinji's knowledge base, a la the infamous "Wall of Jericho" scene. :p )

/now granted, I'm sure native Japanese writers
//would have a legion of more appropriate puns/wordplay involving Asuka's name that wouldn't involve touching on World War 2
///but it's late, and this was the first one I found after about twenty minutes of searching that was even halfway clever
////because if I wanted to be lazy, I would have gone for a typo of two characters instead of just one
/////such as instead of "アスカ" (or "Asuka"), Shinji typed "アしり", or ("Ashiri")
//////now, "shiri" (しり), according to this dictionary, is a word whose most popular meaning is "buttocks, behind, rump, bottom, hips"
///////so he'd be calling her "a butt"
////////is that pedantic enough for you? :D
 
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why is shinji texting rei in english

(i am being a pedantic bastard here because that specific typo doesn't make sense in japanese and the joke doesn't work without it)

We've had all the various jokes at Shinji and Mana's expense about their texting typos up to this point, and it's Asska that finally gets you to be pedantic? :V

Imagine, then, if you will: in the original (and highly hypothetical) Japanese release of SPE, instead of texting "アスカ" (or "Asuka"), he tiredly flubs his response and types "アしカ" (or "A shi ka", which translates to "sea lion").

Asuka, being a paranoid and touchy sort, immediately leaps to the worst possible conclusion.

A.L. Sohryu: Sea lion?!
A.L. Sohryu: Is that a
World War 2 crack?!
A.L. Sohryu: Just 'cause Makinami's half-British and annoys me a lot doesn't mean you can joke about that sort of thing!
A.L. Sohryu: And to think you were hiding that spine of yours in such a sly and underhanded way!


Shinji, being too tired and too addled to wonder what in the world she's talking about, simply 'nopes' out and puts his phone away before going to sleep.

Naturally, a joke wherein Shinji's typo unintentionally makes a Nazi comparison with the half-Germanic Asuka wouldn't fly in the overseas release of SPE, so the English dub instead went for a much easier joke based on a typo of Asuka's romanized spelling instead.

(It does, however, come at the cost of not continuing the grand Evangelion tradition of Asuka making poor assumptions about Shinji's knowledge base, a la the infamous "Wall of Jericho" scene. :p )

/now granted, I'm sure native Japanese writers
//would have a legion of more appropriate puns/wordplay involving Asuka's name that wouldn't involve touching on World War 2
///but it's late, and this was the first one I found after about twenty minutes of searching that was even halfway clever
////because if I wanted to be lazy, I would have gone for a typo of two characters instead of just one
/////such as instead of "アスカ" (or "Asuka"), Shinji typed "アしり", or ("Ashiri")
//////now, "shiri" (しり), according to this dictionary, is a word whose most popular meaning is "buttocks, behind, rump, bottom, hips"
///////so he'd be calling her "a butt"
////////is that pedantic enough for you? :D
Also interesting that he already calls her "Asuka" after they just had that conversation about naming conventions. :evil2: Not that Rei would care or Asuka would think about it, especially given the distracting typo situation. :V
 
I get the feeling that Asuka will pull a more nasty than normal prank on Shinji as a result of that.

Example: Setting up Shinji to be interviewed by a drunk Ohya.
 
9/9 - Morning
/Misato's Apartment, Tokyo-3/

Mana Kirishima was unused to how quiet the apartment had become. Even if it hadn't been that long, she had gotten accustomed to Yamagishi's little morning routines: alternating turns in the shower; preparing breakfast for whenever Katsuragi inevitably awoke after a late night; idle chatter over whatever various text or manga had caught the bookworm's attention. (To this point, she had yet to provide anything quite as gripping as works from the Featherman series.) Then, whenever Misato awoke, their day would be planned out — a proverbial itinerary, a plan of action — and they would get to it. Then, once the day was done, they would all rendezvous back to have dinner, and to occupy the rest of their evenings with some mind-numbing entertainment: usually in the form of more literature or television. However, the probability had been high that any other member of Team Statherós (usually all of them) would visit, adding more color to...everything.

Even if it hadn't been quite as eventful as the road trip had been (which had been so eye-opening in ways she was still processing), it had been pleasurable in its own way.

Now? It was the third day of the new school term at Hakone Academy.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQDBTGhmh0A

The apartment had become...quiet.

Too quiet.

With Misato throwing herself into her work — reviewing footage from the Himmel facility whenever she wasn't preparing for her upcoming role as Warden of the city's Cognitive Protection Center — Mana had found herself rather...flummoxed.

Things were just fine whenever she was on a mission, whether it be at the CPC or with her comrades...her friends. Situation normal. Yet these past nights...and these past mornings, when it was just her? (That was a lie; she had AIGIS and LABRYS, she always had them...)

She felt wrong. And she couldn't fathom why.

Such thoughts roiled in the back of her mind as she quietly ran a soapy rag over her bodysuit, which was resting in a shallow level of cold water inside the bathtub. It was a sort of maintenance that she was used to, drilled into her head by Shiro Tokita over many years.

(In those early days of July, when NERV was recording her physical, cognitive, and metaphysical baselines: it had only taken some brief scans by the MAGI to realize her bodysuit was not 'normal'. Upon absorbing energy within the Metaverse via AIGIS and LABRYS, her bodysuit — still torn and ripped from her fateful duel with Shinji Ikari at NHCI's JET ALONE facility — slowly began to mend. "Well isn't that convenient," remarked Dr. Akagi with a raised eyebrow.)​

Alas, such fabric could not be duplicated for others to use; not truly. The principle of a Persona-user's self-image — an outfit that was part and parcel of who they were in the cognitive world — had become wedded to her very being by Shiro Tokita's varied experiments, granted a measure of physicality by the complex bond connecting her with the minds and souls of her sisters. So long as she willed it so, the energy of LABRYS and AIGIS could be dedicated to repairing her 'self-image': hence how she could rejuvenate both herself and her proverbial wardrobe.

The bodysuit was not impervious, nor invulnerable; it was designed for functional movement, with leather plates over vital areas for some level of additional protection...but that was it. She needed nothing else, for her axe and shield had been the true threats. She had been their wielder, nothing more.

(But that was no longer the case; she was more than just a mere wielder of LABRYS and AIGIS.)

(Right?)

Frowning, she let the bathtub drain, using another rag to wipe away at any leftover suds. Taking the damp bodysuit, she calmly hung it out to dry from the clothesline over the apartment balcony. With a pensive expression, she returned to her room, looking around at her relatively meager amount of possessions, especially relative to Katsuragi and Yamagishi. Her eyes fell upon LABRYS and AIGIS, resting quietly against the wall. "...sure lucked out of having to go to school," she murmured, echoing her own thoughts from not even two days ago.

(Why, then, did she feel so bothered?)

It all sounds so boring, she thought, quietly pacing back and forth. Learning about stuff that doesn't sound all that useful. (The only things she and her brothers had ever learned under Tokita...had been for the sake of making them more useful. Able to talk. able to write, able to understand tactics, able to use whatever rudimentary math skills were necessary just to function...but no more.) Learning in a cramped classroom, having to do paperwork, having to read boring things...what's the point? They have skills that could be put to better use! They have Personas...and Ikari, Sohryu, and Ayanami also have Evangelions! Why are they wasting time?!

(Why did they have anything resembling a 'normal' life beyond their missions?)

And the way I heard Suzuhara and Aida talk about it, they find school to be a pain! So why do they keep going?!

(Why are you envious of such banality?)

The utter irrationality of it all was such that Mana couldn't even hear the voices of her sisters in her subconscious; even as the gemstones in her axe and shield glimmered in sympathy, her head was increasingly consumed by her own thoughts. It's all part of the Cognitive Service Act, she distantly recalled, defaulting to the trite legalisms that Tokita had judged 'necessary knowledge' for her purpose. They legally have to go...so they're just following orders. Rules. That was reasonable; justifiable, even.

(Her circumstances were not like theirs. She was not bound as they were.)

(Yet such binds seem so very fetching from the outside looking in...)

So why was she so...frustrated? I've been through worse, she growled, looking down at her fist with growing anger. You've survived worse. What would Musashi and Keita think if they could see you now? Her fist seemed to become offensive to even look at. I lived through Tokita's hell for so long...I was able to endure so much...so why is this pissing me off?!

(She had quickly gotten used to her new state in life...)

I'm Mana!

(...and yet that state was inextricably bound to her combat skills, to the weapons only she could use.)

I'm not weak! I'm strong!

(In the end, you'll never escape the truth of what you are...)

I'm supposed to be better than this!!

(...and what you are is a mere weapon, good only so long as your blade remains sharp.)
SO WHY-?!

"Hey."

Mana blinked, pulled out of her trance by a woman's voice. Looking to her left, she blinked at the sight of Misato Katsuragi: still in her sleepwear, but looking seriously severe despite the bedhead. "Katsuragi."

"Pen-Pen was waddling back and forth through the hallway in a tizzy; I had no idea why until I heard the noise." she elaborated, looking tellingly at the wall. "I'm surprised you haven't felt that yet."

Yet? Blinking dumbly, she realized that her right fist was embedded into the drywall and the insulation behind it. Wha...when did I...?

Sighing, Misato slowly walked towards her, raising her left hand in a gentle manner.

When she let her hand fall, performing a gentle headpat...the tension in Mana's body leaked away, like a tightly wound spring beginning to unwind. "...sorry," she murmured, feeling a piercing sensation in her gut that could only be shame.

Misato didn't comment on it. Instead, she gently removed Mana's hand from the wall, focusing on where the skin had split on her knuckles. "Come on; let's get this cleaned up, and then we'll try and make ourselves presentable."

"Presentable?" she numbly echoed, letting Misato lead her along as a mother would a child.

"Your new custodian, the one taking over for Sae Niijima. She should be arriving in about an hour."

"...ah. Right." The thought felt hollow; what was the point of a custodian, in her daily life?

(Were it not for the work of Sae Niijima, she would not have been placed with Misato Katsuragi. She would not have been in a position to become so close with so many people.)

(And yet here you stand, forever cursed: set apart, by virtue of what you are...)
 
Hopefully this new custodian will be able to help Mana assuage her newfound feeling of loneliness, among other things.
 
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The Layout of Misato's Apartment
Since there's been some changes to Misato's 'roommates' compared to canon (Mana instead of Shinji, and now Mayumi instead of Asuka), I thought a handy dandy picture (using anime assets) would be helpful for visualization:



/and yes, this does mean Mayumi intentionally blocked off access to the veranda
//"I can get plenty of sunlight through my window!"
///"And also my parents' apartment didn't have balcony access from my room, so having one is just another reminder of how much has changed, and that makes me sad."
 
As drawn, Mayumi's bedroom appears to be cursed.

(Four tatami meet at a point.)

I changed none of the tatami layouts, so it's actually Asuka's Room that was originally cursed:



...hmm, I wonder if the original show was trying to tell us something...

Did you edit in a window for Mana? I'm quite sure Shinji's later "room" didn't have any.
ed: Indeed. I knew I wasn't crazy. :V

Yes, I did edit in a window for Mana, solely because I recall mentioning a window for prior scenes in Mana's room; internal consistency trumps original assets. :p

/plus, it's another timeline
//that's all the justification I need to add a window! :V
 
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this is your intermittent reminder that evageeks has antihotlinking :)

Which is always a difficult reminder when I can see the image just fine on my desktop. (Not sure how that works. Local browser storage, maybe?)

Anyhow, Jimmy linked to the EvaGeeks page in question:

Did you edit in a window for Mana? I'm quite sure Shinji's later "room" didn't have any.
ed: Indeed. I knew I wasn't crazy. :V
 
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