GreggHL Wrote:“When'd you hit 400%? Well, you hit 400% with me, but that wasBWAAA-HAA-HAAA!
scary for me since you were all angry and then I retreated into my
Core for a couple of weeks. That doesn't mean we had sex, did we?
Because if we did, then a) that's disgusting, and b) I'm going to rub
that into Zyuu's face.”
“NO!” Shinji says, and bites his lip, finding a spot on the
ceiling to stare at, “I mean, no. What we did was not sex. I'm
not even sure what the Hell we did, but I'm pretty sure it
wasn't sex. Sex usually doesn't end up with me a Nephilim and you
aging up six years. I think.”
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NGE: Nobody Dies 2: The Reevival
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Next, Rei found Nana. In particular, she found Nana sitting in a
cafe a half mile from the apartment she shares with all her sisters, with her hands forming a bridge in front of her face as she stares at the cup of hot chocolate in front of her. According to the barrista, she has been like this for the past half hour, staring at the sugary concoction, as they were under strict orders from NERV to not give her anything caffeinated, since she ordered it. Taking a seat across from her, Rei folds her hands pursing her lips. “Sooooo...” “Bored now,” Nana says. And then the cup glows as the porcelain, through an ingenious device Nana had created and fitted onto the handle when no one was looking. Combining with the liquid, contained by Nana's AT Field, the cup lifts off the plate and achieves a solid state fusion, illuminating the cafe with a roar of sound that is only overshadowed by the girlish squeal coming from the lilithian nephilim staring straight into the heart of the briefly flickering sun. As the light clears and the patrons begin to look up from their tables, Nana looks over to the barrista, raising a triumphant fist into the air. “I'll have another!” Which is just when the Section 2 agents reveal themselves from behind the fixtures, raining tranquilizer darts upon the patrons, barrista, and Nana, before picking up the excitable girl. “Yeah, we're gonna have to talk to Ikari about her,” one agent sighs, “That's the second cafe she's turned into a lab this week. Get the memory drugs, inject everyone.” He turns over to Rei, shrugging. “Sorry about that, Miss Ayanami.” With that, they and the unconscious Nana exit. “Yeah,” Rei sighs, “Iiiiii~ii'm gonna need a new plan.”
(O_o) Good grief. Chocolate powered micro-fusion?
But Rei's reaction is priceless. 
The Spark Force is strong with this one. *lol*
Also, seeing Rei out-weirded by one of her sisters for once is charmingly adorable. --- "Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay waste."
I have to say, I liked seeing what the Ree were doing as individuals. It really makes it easier to keep track of which one is which. Up until now, I sort of looked at it as there being Rei, Kei, and the rest of the Ree, who were pretty much interchangeable to one degree or another. It's nice that that's no longer the case.
----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
"Yeah, this didn't work," Tres sighs, "Great plan, Una."
"Shaddup, Tres." HAH! Nice finish. (^_^)
I'm laughing entirely too much at the fact that Iti has started talking like Mordin. :lol:
Also, this was just perfect. Quote:"And stuff!" Ivy adds, "Cause we had a great plan to get you together and besides which you're having sex all the time!"--- "Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay waste."
In
scientific thought, there is a term called Occam's Razor. It is a principle that generally recommends selecting the competing hypothesis that makes the fewest new assumptions, when the two hypotheses are equal in other respects. In the third hour of the drive, Asuka has found a flaw in her previous belief that the many, many oddities of the Ree were all inherent behavior derived from their link to Lilith. She has previously been ignoring the role of the genetic template from which they were cloned, and its place, through nature and nurture, in leading eight nephilim murder machines into becoming the eight balls of energy, neuroses, and insanity that they are now. To put it bluntly, before now, she was making the assumption that Dr Yui Ikari, head of Project Eva, was a sane, well-balanced human being. It's not an assumption she's making any more.. "Mother fucker!" Yui yells, slamming her palm against the horn, her free hand flipping her middle finger in what she hopes is full view of the car that cut them off, "I have half a mind to have Section 2 have him taken out and sh...oh right I'd never do that of course. Dipshit. Fucking half-assed driver probably got his license out of a cereal box!" Popping open the can of Red Bull, she sips from it as she puts both hands back on the wheel. "So, I figured now's a good time to chat," she says, "You know, girl time. Girl talk. We haven't had nearly enough chances to talk lately, and I'm figuring Alicia's going to want to kill me when we get to the house, so might as well make the most of it. How's things with Shinji?" "F-fine," Asuka squeaks, holding onto the door handle, toes curled inside her sneakers. "'Kay. If it helps, I'm sorry about blowing up at you two about...well, you know," Yui responds, "There's teenage hormones, then there's spending time face to face with Lilith. The fact that you two haven't...well...since then does speak volumes about how serious the two of you are." Asuka cocks an eyebrow, shakily turning from view of approaching death that is an Ikari driver and turning to the driver herself. "I'm serious," Yui says, "You're young, your guardians are working enough that you can do whatever you want, and according to the tests you've run you're free of the main consequence. That you're keeping things under control speaks volumes of your commitment, Asuka. I'm actually proud of you two." "Th-thank you." Yui smiles, sipping her energy drink. "So, assuming that we fix the whole 'baby-making' problem, I'm partial to the name 'Ariel,' myself for my first organic granddaughter..."
Ah, Yui drives like me! and Misato.
And freaking Dale Earnhardt. "No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
It stands to reason, as it has been hinted that Yui was a bit of a Bad Girl herself, getting into barfights with Gendo and all...
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/91/NGE_Nobody_Dies]Chapter 91.
Discus. Or frisbee, depending on your preference. -- Bob --------- Then the horns kicked in... ...and my shoes began to squeak.
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!” - - Chapter 92: Flurgen
“Wh-why do you have a N-NERV
grade holographic communicator?” Annette pauses. The six year old girl, who nonetheless sounds like a mixture of Zeruel and ADAM, wisely pauses in her own discussion, sensing that this is a conversation for grown-ups, so she instead turns her attention to the free-floating MP-Eva plushie. Pulling the pen out of her mouth, Annette inspects it for a moment before tucking it behind her ear. “I have connections.” The room is not normal. That is the main conclusion Asuka has come to. In addition to the pad at the middle of the room, and the wires connecting it to the plastic, crescent shaped desk upon which three monitors and three glowing blue CPUs are mounted on, there are wires covering the entire, bright pink wall. The walls are still pink. The bed is big and soft, with way too many pillows, the night stand holding a sealed, closed, unused diary. Everything says this is a girl's room. But then there is the massive computer display, the work stations, the equipment more set up for professional hackers than sixteen year old girls. “S-so,” Asuka says, pointedly ignoring the computer set up that costs more than Misato's old apartment, “U-Uri hasn't been talking, but I think he's...um...worried about you.” Annette nods, rising with the sound of popping joints, running her hands through her hair and walking over to her night stand. Taking out a black book from the draw, she sits on her bed, flipping through it. “Um...well, I wanted to see how you were,” Asuka says, “We've n-never gotten to really talk...” “No, we never have,” Annette says with a sigh, flopping onto the bed, “I'm your boyfriend's cousin, you're my 'boyfriend's' sister,” she says with airquotes, “And we've never really met.” There is another six year old girl appearing behind OMEGA, tugging her shoulder. “'Meg,” the girl says, her voice a sound like crystals ringing in unison, “C'mon! Almacia's getting in trouble!” “And that is...” Asuka asks. “Delta,” Annette responds, flipping through the book, “I'm pretty good at telling them all apart. So, what's your question?” The girls are gone. In the background of the projector, she can swear she can see a line of six to eight year olds filing past, whispering. “Um...how exactly d-do you know them?” Asuka asks, scratching her head, “What...what exactly...” Annette coughs, leaning back, tenting her fingers in front of her face. “Well, it started some time ago, at Chairman Kihl's funeral,” she explains, “Or as I like to call it,” Epic Pony Saving Prana Two weeks ago. “So, Annette, how have you been?” “Less...talking,” the blonde girl puffed, thanking providence that she wore flats to the funeral, “More...running! How...could...he...?” “How could he set the stables on fire and let loose wolves on them?” Kaworu asks, annoyingly not out of breath despite running at a full, desperate sprint alongside her, “I imagine easily. All he would need would be access to fire and wolves. Annette, this is the...man...who put a Cherubim in Unit-03. He...look, get on my back.” “F-F-Okay!” Her feet leave the ground, and thankfully she grabs Kaworu's shoulders, still mildly annoyed on how he can be running at full sprint without being tired or out of breath. Breathing heavily, the spots in front of her eyes slowly disappear. While maid work involved a lot of running around, it rarely involved frantic sprints. “So, if it isn't rude to ask,” Kaworu says, casually, “How are things with you and Uri? And how have you been adjusting to being back home with your parents? It must be nice to see them...or at least have proper parents-” “Save...save your breath for running!” Of course, that was more from anger at both questions than anything. Uri's been too busy piloting Zwei to pay any attention to her, and her parents are...well, a sensitive matter. It took her a while to accept that the two old people were her parents, whom she hadn't been in the same room with for ten years. And then they turned the corner, and Annette sees it. She sees the mountains in the distance, and the mountains move. In the darkness of night, she sees the massive shapes and hears the flapping of massive, impossible wings, the terrified whinnies of the horses and the howls of the wolves, the beating of wings a chorus over their terrified song. The mountains walk, or stumble, the ragged noise of breath in time with the sounds of destruction. Annette shrieks. Kaworu comes to a steady stop, carefully put her down, and then folds his arms and clears his throat. “Ahem!” he shouts, tapping his foot. The first of the white giants unfolds itself from the no-longer-on-fire stable, turning as the second giant lands, the massive wings blocking out the light pollution from Berlin. It bends down to one knee, and speaks with a booming voice which hammers the minds and senses. “UM,” it starts, “UH. HELLO, DADDY.” “Daddy?” Annette hisses at Kaworu. “I'll explain in a bit. What are you doing here, Meg?” “PONIES! AND DOGGIES!” “...okay, OMEGA, let's try this again,” Kaworu sighs, “What are you and...” He glances at the second MP-Evangelion, “Delta doing out here? You know you aren't allowed out without supervision.” The second MP-Evangelion steps forward, wringing its hands in an action that would be adorable if it weren't sixty meters tall and had a mouth full of blunt teeth and no eyes. “Daddy?” Annette asks, “Mind explaining?” “I'll get around to it,” Kaworu responds with a shrug, “I'm waiting.” “Um,” it starts, the voice having an underlying shriek and hiss to it, “Well...uh...we heard some horses were in trouble, so we came out here to help save them! Yes. That's it.” The boy stared up at the two giants. “Don't lie,” he says, “You were going to kidnap the horses and tell everyone they were eaten by wolves. Which you also took. The horses are Annette's and you have to give them back.” Delta's head sinks down, a sigh like scraping crystals escaping. “Yes, Daddy.” “NO! MINE!” “Meg...” “MINE!” Somehow, the voice of the primordial giant sounded like it was pouting. With a sigh, Annette pulls on Kaworu's shirt sleeve, pulling him aside. “Kaworu,” she says in that warning voice she rarely has to use, “I know you just got a girlfriend but...” She gestures to the two giants. “Really?” The boy blushes, pink spreading on his pale features. “Oh. Um. Well, if it helps they aren't biological children. They're fork-based AIs that are based on Kei's and my neural data,” he explains, “They're subjectively six, but were raised in fast-time. In Evangelions.” “I see,” Annette says, not really, “I...well, I thought since you and Kei aren't strictly human, that you...” She unconsciously crosses her legs. “Ow.” “Oh, don't worry about that. We're using protection.” The blonde facepalms. “Kaworu, remember our many chats about things you don't say in public? This is one of them.” “Oops.” “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” The two turn back to the Evangelions, which despite the lack of eyes were staring at them. “BABIES, maybe?” Delta asks, “Cause they were talking about us.” Kaworu blinks, sighs. “Yes, exactly. We were talking about that, but before the diversion. Meg. Those are not your horses.” “MY PONIES!” the MP-Eva insists, the terrified whinnies in her left hand indicating that she did believe possession was nine tenths of the law. “No, Meg, they are not.” “ARE TOO!” “08-EF EVA0, I am your father and I am telling you that you may not steal Annette's horses.” “B-B-BUT I WANNA PET! A REAL ONE! IT'S NOT F-FAIR!” Which is when Kaworu and Annette were privileged to witness the embarrassment of an MP-Evangelion crying at you. Annette sighs, resisting the urge to steeple her fingers, and tugs on Kaworu's sleeve. “Listen,” she called out to the...little girl. They very large little girl. With no eyes, flat teeth in a gaping maw, and flower decorated armor, “Right. What was her name, Omega?” “Yes, OMEGA.” he responds, looking slightly lost. “Right. OMEGA. I'm Annette, and I'm...well, I'm your mother's cousin, and I looked after your father when he was very young.” Delta looks down, her serpentine neck curving to let her stare eyelessly at the two. “Ooh! Really?” she asks, enthusiasm and alienness evident in her voice, “What was he like? Does that mean you're like the F8s for us?” “Ef...eights?” Annette asks, “Fates?” “Their brothers and sisters,” Kaworu explains, “Subjectively older AIs in the Berlin MAGI.” “...right,” Annette sighs. “They aren't the same type of AI according to Kei,” Kaworu continues, “But they are aged in fast time too and-” “Got it,” she says, flapping him quiet, “Maybe. I think. Anyway. Anyway, I guess I am like him, because I looked after him, too.” “Oo! Cool!” Delta squeals, making Annette cover her ears at the scraping crystalline shriek, “That means you must be really smart and cool, just like them!” “NUH UH,” OMEGA pouts, “YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME LIKE HER. BUT THE DOGGIES AND PONIES ARE MINE!” “Well, actually, I don't care about the wolves...” “Really? But they're doggies, and they're cute and fluffy and I licked one and it tasted funny.” “...right,” Annette says, and turns back to OMEGA, “Right. Well, OMEGA, I need to talk to you about the horses. Can you be a...big...girl and talk grown up about them?” “MINE!” “See, that's not very mature,” Annette responds, “Pets are a big responsibility. I remember when your father got his first kitten.” “Don't bring that up,” Kaworu says with a shudder. “KITTY, DADDY?” Kaworu remains silent. “And so I have to be sure. Where do you live?” “DOES THAT MATTER?” “Yes it does,” Annette responds, “You see, a horse has to have a lot of space to be happy. It needs a lot of outdoor time and a lot of grass.” “UM.” “We live in the hangars underneath NERV-Berlin,” Delta says, cheerfully, “And we have lots of space and people to help us take care of the horses! And there's all the stuff we have there, like our lances and our spare armor and we could just have the maintenance people who help brush our teeth plant grass and stuff...” “Okay,” Annette responds, “Okay. So, OMEGA, would you really want your horses to be unhappy?” “BUT...BUT...PONIES...” she says, her primordial voice heartbroken. “But that's why I need you to be a big girl,” Annette says, “Firstly, you have all your new doggies to look after. Have you checked to make sure that they're alright?” “UH HUH. I PRACTICED PICKING THINGS UP AND EVERYTHING SO I WOULDN'T HURT THEM. I WOULDN'T WANT THEM TO EAT THE PONIES.” She presented her right hand, from where the terrified howls could be heard. “THAT WOULD BE MEAN.” “...right. See, that's what I'm looking for. You're a good girl. Isn't she, Kaworu?” A nudge to his ribs to make him agree. “Yes, she is, but-” Another elbow to silence him. “See, you are,” Annette says, “And that's why I need you to be brave and strong for me. You and your sister-” “Well, nine of them in that batch,” Kaworu interrupts, “There are actually several hundred more-” “Sisters,” Annette continues, directing a glare at Kaworu, “Have a new job. You see, OMEGA, I can't easily move the horses back to where I live in Japan, and I certainly don't have the space to properly care for them. So they're going to keep living here with your Daddy. But your Daddy is very, very silly and not good with animals, so I'm going to ask you to help look after my horses and make sure they're happy and well cared for. And I will be checking up often, okay?” “R-REALLY?” OMEGA booms, eyes she doesn't have wide. “Yes.” The lips of the behemoth flutter. Then, “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I PR-PROMISE I'LL LOOK AFTER THEM IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY AND BRUSH THEM AND CARE FOR THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY'RE THE HAPPIEST PONIES EVER!” A deep breath, which pushes the trees back, and “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU'RE THE BEST AUNTY EVER AUNTY ANNETTE AND I PROMISE I'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN EVER!” Annette smiles. Yes, the voice was...not...that of a child's but it definitely had a child's enthusiasm. “Okay. So, will you put them down?” “We put our the fire. Else they wouldn't have a place to live.” “KAY.” The giant lowers her hand that does not have wolves, releasing the horses. The horses collapse, terrified and exhausted, but a cursory examination from Annette confirms they are all fine, just relieved. “Okay,” Kaworu adds, “I think it's time for you to head home. If the maintenance staff find you not in your hangars, they could tell your mother, and you don't want her to find out.” “'Kay, Daddy!” Delta says, unfurling her wings, “It was really nice to meet you, Aunty Annette! We promise not to let you down!” “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-” And the two MP-Evangelions take off, Annette holding onto Kaworu to keep the sudden wind from tossing her like a rag doll. And then they are gone, and there are only two people and several terrified horses. “Well,” she says, “I leave for a few weeks and you have a girlfriend and you're already a father.” “I think it was inevitable,” Kaworu responds, “As you would put it, Kei is just as dorky as I am. We connected. She does remind me of you.” “Yes,” Annette says with a shrug, “Well, we are related. And remember how there are things you don't say to people?” “Saying my friend reminds me of my girlfriend is one?” “Yes.” “Whoops.” The two begin walking back, at a more sedate pace. Well, that went well. She made what appeared to be a little girl very happy. She also has apparently won the loyalty of nine Evangelions. Not bad for a night's work. “And Kaworu? I think someone should tell the Second Branch there will be wolves in the hangar.” “...really,” Asuka says, sitting on the bed across from her, “I'm...not sure I needed to know all this. Wolves. And horses. And...um...huh. W-what happened to his cat?” “We don't talk about it.” The door opens after a brief knock, Alicia walking in with her hand clamped around Yui's wrist. “...so I wanted you to talk with her,” Alicia says, “If you want to help, then we all need to talk-” OMEGA, Delta, and another girl in a six year old sized plugsuit crowd at the projector. “GRANDMA!” they shout. Alicia begins to sputter. “Grandma?” she asks, “They're six! And last I checked, Rei and Kei were both six...teen...Yui, what have they been getting up to?” “Relax,” Yui says, shrugging, “They're not biological, they're Fork-based AIs based on the neural patterns of one of my eight clone daughters.” Silence blankets the room. “You're not helping, Aunt Yui,” Annette chimes in. Quote:free-floating MP-Eva plushie. AGH.. ACGHKK. AGHK "No can brain today. Want cheezeburger." From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies 
OHGODTHECUTE.
I'm not sure if I'm talking about Kaworus kids, or Ichi having the best first day ever.
Makes me think of this. (Click for mostly full size, and click that for full size.)
![[Image: canikeepit.th.jpg]](http://img843.imageshack.us/i/canikeepit.jpg/) ----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
I swear, was making the MP-Series this adorable an intentional attempt to help folks forget about the Zwei Buffet in EoE? Because it's working, so very much. :lol:
--- "Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay waste."
Alarms blare, shrill and
through the air. The stairwell doors open and staff are given a moment to get out of the way as Pieter runs out, Ichi and 00-EM on his trail as Pieter activates the speaker functions of his PDA. Speakers throughout the base come to life, Sohryu's voice blaring through them. “This is Sub Director Sohryu to all staff!” he announces, “For those of you who have encountered Zophael, you should now be regaining memories of her! She has infiltrated the base and has kidnapped Pilot Ikari! All hands to battle stations, and seal off the base!” “I repeat: The Cherubim is a Spy! And she's sapping our pilots!” - - Chapter 93: Weaponized Tsundere
“Great plan.”
“Shut up.” “No, really. I honestly couldn't have thought of a better plan.” “Shut up shut up!” “You sure you copied Asuka? Because this is the sort of thought out, well planned escape that I'm sure only my mother could think of.” “Shut it, Ikari! You're lucky you're part of my great escape plan!” “Which somehow involves us going deeper into NERV. Right.” The glowing tsundere Griffon glares at him, landing in the dimly lit corridor, the holes burnt through the many armor layers still glowing gold as she stomps onward, still holding Shinji in her paw. “So, can I offer advice?” he asks, “I mean, since you could probably use a sounding board for escaping.” “No!” Zophael barks, “No you may not! Now, I've got to find a way out of this stupid base while being chased by your stupid sisters and your stupid coworkers! So you stay in this room, which I add has no stupid air vents, until I come for your stupid ass!” Forcing the door to the room open, she shoves Shinji inside, closing it behind her. Standing in the pitch black, dark room, Shinji sighs, scratching his head as he looks at the surface of the door, of what he thinks is probably one of the most secure rooms at NERV. Or at least, until the room glows faint red, and sees the reflection of two blood red, glowing eyes on the mirror polished door. “Ikari-kun.”
Okay, I'm not sure exactly who that is... but I'm pretty sure that, in the short term, this does not bode well for Shinji.
blackaeronaut Wrote:Okay, I'm not sure exactly who that is... but I'm pretty sure that, in the short term, this does not bode well for Shinji.Remember the Little Lilith who went around tanging people in Chapter 75? Zophie just locked Shinji in a room with her.
Shinji is the only part Angel without some form of child at this point, isn't he?
On another note, what happened with those people from NERV Alaska, the ones that escaped the mini-Impact? ----- Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea. "Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia. GreggHL Wrote:... Oh boy. Ohboyohboyohboy...blackaeronaut Wrote:Okay, I'm not sure exactly who that is... but I'm pretty sure that, in the short term, this does not bode well for Shinji.Remember the Little Lilith who went around tanging people in Chapter 75?
The car speeds down the highway.
She pouted for a few minutes after losing the coin toss, but nonetheless went with it because probability cannot be denied, even after going through the rigorous steps of determining the coin was neither weighted, fixed, or otherwise rigged. And hence Yui flips through her emails as Asuka drives. “S-so, Dr. Ikari?” Asuka asks, checking the rear view mirror to confirm that, yes, the Section 2 escort is right behind them, “Can I ask something?” “Sure.” “Wh-what was it like, raising the Ree?” “It was...an experience. The thing about the Ree is that all eight of them are highly intelligent and curious. So, what would normally end up being ways to occupy them would also end up being complex scientific experiments. Like the lever exercise.” “The...what?” “It's a simple experiment,” Yui says with a smile, “There's a lever on a desk. When you pull the lever, you receive a static shock. The experiment is a personality test, because it sees what stimulus a person responds to. I found that the Ree all had a strikingly different reaction to the experiment. But, they all had a similar reaction to me, which was to pull the lever at least a second time to check for the causation and correlation of the static shock.” Asuka pauses. She purses her lips. “W-wouldn't it make more sense to not pull the lever a second time?” Yui pauses, this time. “I'm not sure what you mean, Asuka,” she responds, and sips her coffee. “B-but if you're going to get a shock, why would you pull the lever a s-second time?” “To check for the connection between the lever and the shock, clearly,” Yui responds, “Each of them had a different reaction, which did give some hint of how their personalities would develop. Nana kept pulling the lever even after I disconnected the power cord, and eventually wrenched it out of the socket. We didn't know how she was still getting shocked. May have been an AT Field. Kei started to disassemble the device, and I'm not sure what she was going to make but it's probably a good thing we stopped her.” “Um...” “Kiko figured out a way to use the electricity to stimulate muscles and cause a human body to reflexively embrace something. Iti drew up a chart of the circuit with scribbled in suggestions to increase current. And Zyuu...” She continues talking for a solid hour on variances, stimulus, coordination and repeat experiments. Conditions for the experiment. Repeat experiments. Variants of how many times a lever can be pulled. All the time she is talking, the same sequence of events keeps repeating in Asuka's head, that of Yui, her boss, her role model, repeatedly yanking on a lever which repeatedly, without fail, shocks her. And all her daughters lined up to take their turns with the shock stick. “B-but you're being electrocuted,” Asuka interjects, “Wouldn't it make more sense n-not to pull the lever a second time?” “...lost me again there, Asuka.” And once again, for the second time this trip, Asuka finds her assessment of Yui Ikari's sanity being adjusted downward. |
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