OpMegs Wrote:Sure. I'm trying to cut down the number of snippets, but if you want'em, I'll post'em.GreggHL Wrote:My apologies if it takes me a while to respond. I'm actually working as a teacher in Korea, so I've got a 14 hour time difference with the east coast of the US. Hence, I'm asleep when many people are up and visa versa.Dude, the fact you manage to respond on....three forums I know of now? (Spacebattles, which should count as two entire ones of its own, RPG.net, and here) makes any delays worth it. Most authors don't bother to communicate to the level you do.
Quote:Oddly enough, though, the Multiverse arc was essential for Kyoko's character growth. She had to see how bad things could have been. She had to see that she was still in the best case scenario, even as bad as things were with Asuka. I felt the best way to do it would be to see the canon scenario, where things hinted to her doing all this on purpose, so Asuka would be so broken she could Synchronize.Which is why it worked for me. I think the main point was that certain universe jumps made less sense than others. The canon one had all of the plot, while Rei's separate jumps were sort of just....Rei, basically, though her and Go-kun rampaging through the EoE Earth along with ADAM was appropriately awesome. I still like the off-hand way you described Japan simply shattering when ADAM got pissed enough.
Anyway, on a random aside, is there any chance of seeing the pre-chapter teasers and such here like on Spacebattles? I'd....try to keep up with that thread, but I don't think it's quite possible...
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The slight whirring in her gears is the main thing that gives away
her nature. Sitting on the couch, legs curled up under her, the
black haired, blue eyed girl flips through the book. She can simply
download the information contained within, but she revels in the
feeling of paper against the neural sensors in her fingertips. It's
the sensation, not the act, which gets her attention.
The door to the bedroom opens, and Ichi Ikari looks up from her book
to see Shinji stumble out, still in his sweat pants and t shirt.
“Hey,” he says, “When'd you get here?”
“Mom cleared me this morning,” Ichi explains, “They're at
NERV, by the way. So we've got the day off, and I can practice for
Dad.”
He squints, looking at the book.
“Nerve clusters?”
“Dad's idea,” she says, “You know. Soft targets. Eyes, nose,
knees, elbows. Work on my ass kicking, and when I get old enough to
drink we can go start a bar brawl.”
“Uh huh.”
“Rei and the Ree are there, to,” Ichi responds, “And Rei said
she was real sorry about the whole you know, getting attacked by a
chunk of an Angel thing. Said she restrained it and put it back in
her closet.”
“Uh huh.”
“Since you passed out and wet yourself. Then Zyuu helped change
you. Looked like you had a fun morning.”
He grumbles, walking past her and into the kitchen. Opening the
fridge, he takes out a tupperware container filled with food, opening
it to put it in the microwave. Which is when he feels the gazes on
him, and looks down to see four sets of red eyes staring at him. The
Reego, in their labeled Lil'Rei avatar bodies, smile as he looks
down.
“Uncle
Shinji Uncle Shinji!”
they squeal.
He blinks.
“Play
with us!”
He blinks again. He turns to Ichi, still engrossed in her book, and
back to his synthetic nieces.
“Oh...kay. What game do you want to play?”
“Wolf
Pack! We count to twenty and you hide! And then we chase you!”
He scratches his head, and shrugs.
“Okay. So...I hide, you seek?”
They nod.
“Okay,” he says, and grins, “Sounds fun. I'll hide. Start
counting!”
“One...”
He runs out, hiding in the bathroom as the Reego count.
“Eight...”
Ichi raises an eyebrow as one of the closets open. Eight more
Lil'Rei avatar bodies walk out, eyes lighting up as the Reego take
control of them.
“Fifteen...”
Ichi shakes her head, turning back to her back as the girls hit
twenty, listening to Shinji as he jokingly states that the girls will
never find him in the bathroom. Which is when they girls find him in
the bathroom. And then all twelve Lil'Rei Avatars jump him and begin
biting, dragging him down like a deer.
“Yeah, six is a bad age for developing empathy,” Ichi says, “You
poor bastard.”
Silence, as the girls release their hold on Shinji's limbs. There
is a scraping sound in the bathroom, as Shinji regenerates and tries
to persuade his nieces that this is not a good game. His reply comes
in twelve digital voices.
“One...”
Ichi looks up as Shinji runs out, acrossing the living room,
throwing on his sneakers and running out the door. Twenty seconds
later, twelve chibi reis run out in pursuit.