Staring
up at the floating crimson orb, they pull their views back and make
out the shape a little better. It is almost as bit as an Evangelion-
as in, an Evangelion could almost fit inside it, and definitely could
if it curled into a ball. It is a perfect sphere, crimson with hints
of gold, the many layers of its skin oscillating and shifting as it
floats, revealing the cat slit eye the size of a small house at the
center that is staring at them.
Past
that, it has seven white, silver feathered wings are equidistant
points around its body, each one fluttering slightly as it rotates,
watching with idle curiosity and they hastily throw on their clothes
and run out of the onsen, Misato screaming for Kaji to haul ass.
Which
is also when the Zonda drives up to them, doors popping open and the
egg rolling around the back seat.
“Jesus
Christ it's an angel,”
Go-kun shouts, “Get
in the car!”
Needing
no more prompt, Misato and Kaji climb in, the clutch shifting to
drive and the car speeding down the road. Kaji stares at the stereo,
which now has a screen with a single vibrating red line at its
center, as Misato yanks out her phone and taps in a number.
“Yui!
It's Katsuragi! So, the good news is, Kaji and I have figured out
why that town wasn't affected by the dream! The bad news is that
it's fucking right behind us!”
-
-
Chapter
78:
Burning
Fist of Love
-
-
Jaws
hang in Central Dogma as they watch the red, winged ball plow into
and through the top of a mountain, in steady pursuit of Katsuragi's
car. Save for Gendo, who sits at the desk at the top of Dogma, hands
steepled in front of him.
“Blue
Pattern confirmed,” Maya announces, “Readings are different from
a normal Angel or Cherubim, though.”
A
hum, and the projector behind the three bridge bunnies comes to life,
Yui taking a step back as Junior's image appears.
If
I may interject, Lieutenant Ibuki, that is because this is a
different type of Angel. Her name is Anael. And she is a Grigori.
Yui
cocks an eyebrow, folding her arms as Kyoko enters Dogma.
“A
Grigori?” she asks, “I'm not sure I understand.”
Grigori
are impossibly ancient creatures. They were created by Father not as
warriors or destroyers, but as observers and scouts. While
Archangels are created by the Pain of Father, and Cherubim are
created by the Rage of Father, Grigori are created by His Curiosity.
Yui
nods, cocking her head towards Kyoko as she walks up next to her.
“Status?”
“The
Evangelions are still outside Tokyo-3 on a live exercise,” Sohryu
responds, shaking her head, “We don't have time to remove the
backup pilots, switch to the single seat plugs, and still intercept
the Angel before it reaches Tokyo-3. I figure this is as good a
chance as any to observe the dual synching in action.”
Yui
nods.
“Okay,”
she says, “Pilots! Let's see if we can capture this one! Prepare
to intercept!”
up at the floating crimson orb, they pull their views back and make
out the shape a little better. It is almost as bit as an Evangelion-
as in, an Evangelion could almost fit inside it, and definitely could
if it curled into a ball. It is a perfect sphere, crimson with hints
of gold, the many layers of its skin oscillating and shifting as it
floats, revealing the cat slit eye the size of a small house at the
center that is staring at them.
Past
that, it has seven white, silver feathered wings are equidistant
points around its body, each one fluttering slightly as it rotates,
watching with idle curiosity and they hastily throw on their clothes
and run out of the onsen, Misato screaming for Kaji to haul ass.
Which
is also when the Zonda drives up to them, doors popping open and the
egg rolling around the back seat.
“Jesus
Christ it's an angel,”
Go-kun shouts, “Get
in the car!”
Needing
no more prompt, Misato and Kaji climb in, the clutch shifting to
drive and the car speeding down the road. Kaji stares at the stereo,
which now has a screen with a single vibrating red line at its
center, as Misato yanks out her phone and taps in a number.
“Yui!
It's Katsuragi! So, the good news is, Kaji and I have figured out
why that town wasn't affected by the dream! The bad news is that
it's fucking right behind us!”
-
-
Chapter
78:
Burning
Fist of Love
-
-
Jaws
hang in Central Dogma as they watch the red, winged ball plow into
and through the top of a mountain, in steady pursuit of Katsuragi's
car. Save for Gendo, who sits at the desk at the top of Dogma, hands
steepled in front of him.
“Blue
Pattern confirmed,” Maya announces, “Readings are different from
a normal Angel or Cherubim, though.”
A
hum, and the projector behind the three bridge bunnies comes to life,
Yui taking a step back as Junior's image appears.
If
I may interject, Lieutenant Ibuki, that is because this is a
different type of Angel. Her name is Anael. And she is a Grigori.
Yui
cocks an eyebrow, folding her arms as Kyoko enters Dogma.
“A
Grigori?” she asks, “I'm not sure I understand.”
Grigori
are impossibly ancient creatures. They were created by Father not as
warriors or destroyers, but as observers and scouts. While
Archangels are created by the Pain of Father, and Cherubim are
created by the Rage of Father, Grigori are created by His Curiosity.
Yui
nods, cocking her head towards Kyoko as she walks up next to her.
“Status?”
“The
Evangelions are still outside Tokyo-3 on a live exercise,” Sohryu
responds, shaking her head, “We don't have time to remove the
backup pilots, switch to the single seat plugs, and still intercept
the Angel before it reaches Tokyo-3. I figure this is as good a
chance as any to observe the dual synching in action.”
Yui
nods.
“Okay,”
she says, “Pilots! Let's see if we can capture this one! Prepare
to intercept!”