The school bell rings, and the
doors of the Tokyo-3 Municipal Middle/High school open to release
their charges for the day. First to exit are the children of Class
0A. Their classroom on the first floor, they are the youngest
students of the massive school- twelve years old, some thirteen, all
of them still children and yet beginning to blossom.
And today was the first day for
the newest of their number, a young girl with black pig tails, clad
in the green skirt and vest, and white blouse that the middle
schoolers wear.
Ichi Ikari, child of Yui Ikari,
Gendo Ikari, and Lilith, skips at the front of the crowd of new kids
she's just met. The noise in her joints is barely audible, a full
week of being coached in how to move now that she's a pubescent
teenage girl making her blend in, she completes her tradition and,
with a swing of her right foot, launches her shoe.
There is a snap and a crack.
The sneaker, propelled by hydraulics instead of muscle, warps the air
as it exceeds the speed of sound, leaving a trail of smoke from
literal burning rubber before it punches through the side of the
garbage truck, launching skyward and impacting a green and silver
pigeon that passes by.
The Israbird is dead before it
hits the ground. As the garbage falls onto the street, the stench
wafts through the air. Monkey like, green and silver, some orange
and silver, the Israfim come out of the bushes, raiding the piles of
fresh refuse...and then they freeze. They turn, their mask like
faces centering on Ichi.
The girl, her foot still in mid
swing, freezes as the remnants of the Angel focus their attention on
her. They sense her- that she is, in fact, the Enemy. That she is
somehow the same as the greater body the Lilim use to destroy the
Angels. The one they fear. The one that defeated Father.
“Um...hi?”
Claws out, the Israfim advance,
lining up in a pyramid formation in front of the students, arms up
over their head. The other boys and girls in her class, barely out
of childhood, scream. Ichi, on the other hand, grins. Grabbing her
backpack, she swings it off her back, wrapping the strap around her
hand, she releases the locks on the shoulder harness and wraps the
straps around each other into a strong, knotted rope.
With a swing, the 10 pound
backpack, filled with books, knowledge, and a lunch box, swings into
the lead Israfim's face hard enough to take the head clean off,
sending its body flailing as it breaks down into LCL.
“Oh, yeah!” Ichi
yells, one hand grabbing the middle of the makeshift flail rope,
directing the weapon-of-learning as the Israfim cautiously try to
surround her, “This is the best first day ever!”
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Chapter 92: Flurgen
doors of the Tokyo-3 Municipal Middle/High school open to release
their charges for the day. First to exit are the children of Class
0A. Their classroom on the first floor, they are the youngest
students of the massive school- twelve years old, some thirteen, all
of them still children and yet beginning to blossom.
And today was the first day for
the newest of their number, a young girl with black pig tails, clad
in the green skirt and vest, and white blouse that the middle
schoolers wear.
Ichi Ikari, child of Yui Ikari,
Gendo Ikari, and Lilith, skips at the front of the crowd of new kids
she's just met. The noise in her joints is barely audible, a full
week of being coached in how to move now that she's a pubescent
teenage girl making her blend in, she completes her tradition and,
with a swing of her right foot, launches her shoe.
There is a snap and a crack.
The sneaker, propelled by hydraulics instead of muscle, warps the air
as it exceeds the speed of sound, leaving a trail of smoke from
literal burning rubber before it punches through the side of the
garbage truck, launching skyward and impacting a green and silver
pigeon that passes by.
The Israbird is dead before it
hits the ground. As the garbage falls onto the street, the stench
wafts through the air. Monkey like, green and silver, some orange
and silver, the Israfim come out of the bushes, raiding the piles of
fresh refuse...and then they freeze. They turn, their mask like
faces centering on Ichi.
The girl, her foot still in mid
swing, freezes as the remnants of the Angel focus their attention on
her. They sense her- that she is, in fact, the Enemy. That she is
somehow the same as the greater body the Lilim use to destroy the
Angels. The one they fear. The one that defeated Father.
“Um...hi?”
Claws out, the Israfim advance,
lining up in a pyramid formation in front of the students, arms up
over their head. The other boys and girls in her class, barely out
of childhood, scream. Ichi, on the other hand, grins. Grabbing her
backpack, she swings it off her back, wrapping the strap around her
hand, she releases the locks on the shoulder harness and wraps the
straps around each other into a strong, knotted rope.
With a swing, the 10 pound
backpack, filled with books, knowledge, and a lunch box, swings into
the lead Israfim's face hard enough to take the head clean off,
sending its body flailing as it breaks down into LCL.
“Oh, yeah!” Ichi
yells, one hand grabbing the middle of the makeshift flail rope,
directing the weapon-of-learning as the Israfim cautiously try to
surround her, “This is the best first day ever!”
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Chapter 92: Flurgen