Turning Points - Tale 3: Rei Ayanami
a NGE/Mage - The Ascension/Ars Magica - Crossover
Legal Boilerplate:
Princess Maker, NGE and the Charakters are property of GAINAX, etc.pp.
Mage is property of White Wolf.
Ars Magica is property of Atlas Games.
Wolf Larsen and Winter diArgio is mine, as are all mistakes.
Note: I am german and this story is a translation from german to english, so it wouldn´t
surprise me if it is full of all kinds of mistakes.
It´s the third FF I wrote, and while all my FFs are stories with a beginning and an end
of their own, I write them all under the Turning Point label.
Introduction:
Bubbles, countless bubbles, large and small ones.
Each bubble represents a reality, a possibility, one version of truth.
This is the secret of the Turning Points...
About 80% of these bubbles are moving toward a common point, a lot of them are already
moving together, forming a larger bubble about to explode. Within these realities the
Third Impact took place, within these worlds only Shinji Ikari and Asuka Langley are left
at the shores of a blood-red sea. - Well, there is one reality where Touji Sozuhara was
chosen by Rei-Lilith to create the future, but this is not of further importance.
In about further 10% of these possible realities earth is empty, completly devoit of
human life, by one way or the other humanity managed to destroy itself before the year
2000 or the angels managed to reach Lilith or Adam, maybe there even never existed
humanity - within a handful of these possibilities dinosaurs became the dominating species,
or apes rule.
Within 5% more there never was a Second Impact.
Within 2% earth was conquered by aliens.
The final 3% on the other hand are those where Gendo Ikari´s szenario failed, where
the Third Impact was prevented. And within one of these realities still exists a kind of
magic...
Prolog:
NERV, Gendo Ikari´s bureau:
"I guess that Shinji will stay with you, Commander?"
"No, Captain Katsuragi. I am not used to the company of other people and he isn´t, too."
"But he´s your son..."
"Primary he is the pilot of unit one. This is the better way."
"Then... then I ask for permission to have him move in with me."
Ikari looked at her questionly.
"You want to care for him?"
"He is new to Tokio-3, he knows no one else here."
"Hm... Your idea has some advantages, so you can keep an eye on him."
"Commander, I..."
"I accept. You can take him with you when he leaves the medical ward."
"Yes."
Sie hesitated.
"Anything else, Captain?"
"What about Rei? I could..."
"Rei is not your business. You can go now, Captain Katsuragi."
"Yes, Sir."
***
Beyond the borders of reality, there where truth and dream became one on the other side
of the mirror, the Tempest was roaring, as it was roaring for more than fourteen years,
since the fateful day when the antarctis was destroyed within an ocean of fire.
Since the year 2000 the mighty Tempest hadn´t ceased in it´s strenght, ripping apart
everything coming within the reach of it´s stormy claws, seperating the mundane realm
from the spirit realms.
The man stood on the top on an artificial cliff raising out of the eternal darkness high
above the maelstorm, looking into the abyss with eyes the colour of fresh grey ice.
Only one step seperated him from oblivion, just a step...
Just one step to leave behind his failture, which had lead to the death of friends and
brothers in arms, the failture which had marked the end of the ascension war and had
given victory to the enemy, which had shattered the combined forces of the Traditions...
Just a step and he would never be cold again, would finish the state he was in since more
than eighthundred years, since he had become one with the Umbrood, one of the creatures
from beyond...
For more than ten years he found himself at this place again and again, unable to do the
final step. Something always stopped him, called him back...
Within the zone of absolutly silence above the Tempest the slight breath of air hit him
like a fist, when a portal was opened in his back.
He turned the head a bit.
"What do thou want, Cassandra?"
The newcomer looked at him with blind eyes butt seeing non the less.
"Thou are needed, Magus diArgio."
He supprested the laugh which formed in his throat.
"It must be important or thou wouldn´t have come personally." he whispered.
"The whole future is at stake."
He turned around fully, leaving the Tempest behind, closing his heart to the calling,
ignoring the wailing.
"What did thou see, prophetess?"
"The end..."
He smiled thinly, thinking about the irony of the situation. He should have been prepared,
shoud have awaited to be needed again as soon as he was able for the final step. It wasn´t
the first time he was called back from oblivion´s gate...
And it was a special irony that it was always him they called...
In his whole lifetime he had only failed three times, once as a husband, leading to the
death of his wife and her mortal lover, as a teacher, leading to the birth of one of the
worst dark mages wandering the realms, and as leader of the Tradition´s combined forces.
His last fault would normally have been enough to send him into exile behind the veil. But
the Order needed him, because of him being the last of the masters of had stayed on this
side of the Tempest, because of him not having fled from the forces of the Technocracy into
the depth of the umbral spirit realms.
He was Winter diArgio, last archmage of House ex Miscellanea from Jerbiton´s lineage, son
and student of Ambros of Agion´s blood, he was the Dark Savant...
a NGE/Mage - The Ascension/Ars Magica - Crossover
Legal Boilerplate:
Princess Maker, NGE and the Charakters are property of GAINAX, etc.pp.
Mage is property of White Wolf.
Ars Magica is property of Atlas Games.
Wolf Larsen and Winter diArgio is mine, as are all mistakes.
Note: I am german and this story is a translation from german to english, so it wouldn´t
surprise me if it is full of all kinds of mistakes.
It´s the third FF I wrote, and while all my FFs are stories with a beginning and an end
of their own, I write them all under the Turning Point label.
Introduction:
Bubbles, countless bubbles, large and small ones.
Each bubble represents a reality, a possibility, one version of truth.
This is the secret of the Turning Points...
About 80% of these bubbles are moving toward a common point, a lot of them are already
moving together, forming a larger bubble about to explode. Within these realities the
Third Impact took place, within these worlds only Shinji Ikari and Asuka Langley are left
at the shores of a blood-red sea. - Well, there is one reality where Touji Sozuhara was
chosen by Rei-Lilith to create the future, but this is not of further importance.
In about further 10% of these possible realities earth is empty, completly devoit of
human life, by one way or the other humanity managed to destroy itself before the year
2000 or the angels managed to reach Lilith or Adam, maybe there even never existed
humanity - within a handful of these possibilities dinosaurs became the dominating species,
or apes rule.
Within 5% more there never was a Second Impact.
Within 2% earth was conquered by aliens.
The final 3% on the other hand are those where Gendo Ikari´s szenario failed, where
the Third Impact was prevented. And within one of these realities still exists a kind of
magic...
Prolog:
NERV, Gendo Ikari´s bureau:
"I guess that Shinji will stay with you, Commander?"
"No, Captain Katsuragi. I am not used to the company of other people and he isn´t, too."
"But he´s your son..."
"Primary he is the pilot of unit one. This is the better way."
"Then... then I ask for permission to have him move in with me."
Ikari looked at her questionly.
"You want to care for him?"
"He is new to Tokio-3, he knows no one else here."
"Hm... Your idea has some advantages, so you can keep an eye on him."
"Commander, I..."
"I accept. You can take him with you when he leaves the medical ward."
"Yes."
Sie hesitated.
"Anything else, Captain?"
"What about Rei? I could..."
"Rei is not your business. You can go now, Captain Katsuragi."
"Yes, Sir."
***
Beyond the borders of reality, there where truth and dream became one on the other side
of the mirror, the Tempest was roaring, as it was roaring for more than fourteen years,
since the fateful day when the antarctis was destroyed within an ocean of fire.
Since the year 2000 the mighty Tempest hadn´t ceased in it´s strenght, ripping apart
everything coming within the reach of it´s stormy claws, seperating the mundane realm
from the spirit realms.
The man stood on the top on an artificial cliff raising out of the eternal darkness high
above the maelstorm, looking into the abyss with eyes the colour of fresh grey ice.
Only one step seperated him from oblivion, just a step...
Just one step to leave behind his failture, which had lead to the death of friends and
brothers in arms, the failture which had marked the end of the ascension war and had
given victory to the enemy, which had shattered the combined forces of the Traditions...
Just a step and he would never be cold again, would finish the state he was in since more
than eighthundred years, since he had become one with the Umbrood, one of the creatures
from beyond...
For more than ten years he found himself at this place again and again, unable to do the
final step. Something always stopped him, called him back...
Within the zone of absolutly silence above the Tempest the slight breath of air hit him
like a fist, when a portal was opened in his back.
He turned the head a bit.
"What do thou want, Cassandra?"
The newcomer looked at him with blind eyes butt seeing non the less.
"Thou are needed, Magus diArgio."
He supprested the laugh which formed in his throat.
"It must be important or thou wouldn´t have come personally." he whispered.
"The whole future is at stake."
He turned around fully, leaving the Tempest behind, closing his heart to the calling,
ignoring the wailing.
"What did thou see, prophetess?"
"The end..."
He smiled thinly, thinking about the irony of the situation. He should have been prepared,
shoud have awaited to be needed again as soon as he was able for the final step. It wasn´t
the first time he was called back from oblivion´s gate...
And it was a special irony that it was always him they called...
In his whole lifetime he had only failed three times, once as a husband, leading to the
death of his wife and her mortal lover, as a teacher, leading to the birth of one of the
worst dark mages wandering the realms, and as leader of the Tradition´s combined forces.
His last fault would normally have been enough to send him into exile behind the veil. But
the Order needed him, because of him being the last of the masters of had stayed on this
side of the Tempest, because of him not having fled from the forces of the Technocracy into
the depth of the umbral spirit realms.
He was Winter diArgio, last archmage of House ex Miscellanea from Jerbiton´s lineage, son
and student of Ambros of Agion´s blood, he was the Dark Savant...
