"Well, he certainly isn't trying very hard is he?"
"Give him time, infiltration isn't his forte."
"."
The Lord of Powers presents 'Chronicle of the Children' addition 5.
Tokyo 3.
Nestled precariously between mountains, but very much on a hill. The third city of Tokyo was a fortress, a military installation of unsurpassed grandeur and scale. Home to the personal that manned it, and begrudging a semblance of normalcy also included such things as churches, groceries and schools. School Being chiefly on the minds of those not yet fortunate (or old enough) to be employed there. Riding, biking or running. One and all they headed for their dread dungeons of academia. All accept one, who did not take a single step but arrived forthwith and unnoticed.
Shini was pleased. Yes Shinji was pleasantly pleased and that made him rather uncomfortable. The morning adventure with his roommate had been surprisingly fun, and the inevitable race to school more harrowing then some angel encounters. Yes he was.happy. A bad sign, a horrible sign dreadful. Nothing good ever came of it. It could only precede disaster of biblical proportions. And then on cue, Shinji's laptop beeped at him.
/MSG /FRM/2NDCHILD/ I'M BORED.
He felt the floodgates opening to consume him. Trying to control the sleight tremble of his hands he typed his reply.
/MSG/TO/2NDCHILD/ LUNCH IS ONLY 30 MIN AWAY.
He prayed for absolution.
/MSG/FRM/2NDCHILD/ NOT GOOD ENOUGH BORED TALK TO ME..
He received none.
A chat invitation appeared on his screen.He accepted.
2ndChildTook you long enough!
Ikari.S Sorry.
2ndChild __ grrr...
And so the children in who was placed the earth's fate ignored everything outside their small world. Now understand this would have made little difference in their failing to notice the multitude watching them, for this host was for the most part unseen and unfelt. Except for the one, who sat in a curiously dark corner seemingly neither noticed or noticing anything. His name was uncalled this morning, yet was marked on the roll. No one had ever seen his face before, yet no one asked his name or spoke to him. His appearance was unremarkable, his frame disarming, his smile rolled of the eyes, his name a legend no one had heard.
He sat and did nothing at all.
The day past, slowly then faster the slower again, ebbing and flowing with the minds that perceived it. Finally the bell tolled, and fate (being a wholly jealous fiend) sought one last trick before surrendering this place forever.
YO SHINJI!
He looked up and saw his fellow stooges standing over him. Discovering time flew surprisingly fast talking to Asuka had thrown him off his game.
"What do you say we hit up the arcade?" Asked his be speckled friend Kensuke. Toji reached out for Shinji's shoulder.
"Ya, I hear they got Time Killers Forever down there!"
HEY!!!
Three heads turned to a red headed goddess march over to them.
"He's cooking tonight so he is not going ANYWHERE but home with me.right Shinji?"
Now normally Asuka's tirade would have made him quiver, but she had said that last part well so. so sweetly. He experienced stark terror, far too much to speak. He nodded his head.
"Pffft, looks like bazooka's got dips on him" conceded the Osaka-jin.
With a whip cracking motion of their hands they left for the arcade.
Across the room Rei Ayanami raised her head for the first time since she sat down. Her overly red, bleary eyes bespoke her wooden pillow; while her stomach bespoke its emptiness. Rei Ayanami, the first child, was having a bad hair day. Turning her head she caught a glimpse of her fellow pilots heading out the classroom door. She was alone in the room. Resolving herself she gathered her few things and began walking down the hall. It was here that fate (nasty little gremlin) made his last stand. Normally she was highly aware of her surroundings and all that occupied them, today was an exception.
"Ngh.kyAA!"
She tripped and fell.
When she opened he eyes she found herself sprawled on a student, quite the reverse of a previous experience. Looking him over her gaze shifted to his eyes, which were gray specked with gold.
And then it hit her.
She had no bond with this man. She had always had an innate connection with every soul and being born of this earth. She felt nothing, knew nothing; NO AT FIELD. This boy was not lillim.
She screamed in his face. Panic, waves of pure horror washed over her, battering her stoic 'personality" and shattering it whole. Jumping off of him she landed on her rump and continued to kick herself back from him till he back hit the wall.
To his credit, he was every bit as unsettled as she. He looked at her, jumped then ran down the hall and around the corner.
Rei sat frozen for half a minute to regain self-control. Thinking and pondering with lightning speed the countless meaning and possibilities the encounter could mean. Then, as quickly as it had begun, she was once again herself, and she needed answers.
What could it possibly mean?
Lorenzo Kihl stood in the most secure vault on earth, the resting place of the Dead Sea Scrolls. The ancient texts before him were kept placed in single sheets suspended by super conductive ferrite sprinkled on their backs. The air inside the acrylic casing was inert while the lighting was polarized. The scrolls on which so much of mankind's fate rested on stood protected and guarded against any conceivable threat, and they were also burning. Soon nothing would be left but ash. It was entirely impossible, and seemingly unstoppable. Silhouetted by the burning sheets, Kihl saw nothing his mind a maelstrom. For something had happened beyond the scope of prophecy, fate was no longer in play.
What had happened?
Having finished her homework, Hikari Horaki, class president of class 2-A was going over the daily papers her position generated. When something in the stack caught her eye. The days roll sheet, it was one name too long. Chewing on the end of a number two pencil she pondered over the strange anomaly.
"How odd" she said aloud to herself. Never seen one like it, couldn't place its ethic origin in the slightest. She was the first person in the world to speak it.
Valthalion Pallar.
"Give him time, infiltration isn't his forte."
"."
The Lord of Powers presents 'Chronicle of the Children' addition 5.
Tokyo 3.
Nestled precariously between mountains, but very much on a hill. The third city of Tokyo was a fortress, a military installation of unsurpassed grandeur and scale. Home to the personal that manned it, and begrudging a semblance of normalcy also included such things as churches, groceries and schools. School Being chiefly on the minds of those not yet fortunate (or old enough) to be employed there. Riding, biking or running. One and all they headed for their dread dungeons of academia. All accept one, who did not take a single step but arrived forthwith and unnoticed.
Shini was pleased. Yes Shinji was pleasantly pleased and that made him rather uncomfortable. The morning adventure with his roommate had been surprisingly fun, and the inevitable race to school more harrowing then some angel encounters. Yes he was.happy. A bad sign, a horrible sign dreadful. Nothing good ever came of it. It could only precede disaster of biblical proportions. And then on cue, Shinji's laptop beeped at him.
/MSG /FRM/2NDCHILD/ I'M BORED.
He felt the floodgates opening to consume him. Trying to control the sleight tremble of his hands he typed his reply.
/MSG/TO/2NDCHILD/ LUNCH IS ONLY 30 MIN AWAY.
He prayed for absolution.
/MSG/FRM/2NDCHILD/ NOT GOOD ENOUGH BORED TALK TO ME..
He received none.
A chat invitation appeared on his screen.He accepted.
2ndChildTook you long enough!
Ikari.S Sorry.
2ndChild __ grrr...
And so the children in who was placed the earth's fate ignored everything outside their small world. Now understand this would have made little difference in their failing to notice the multitude watching them, for this host was for the most part unseen and unfelt. Except for the one, who sat in a curiously dark corner seemingly neither noticed or noticing anything. His name was uncalled this morning, yet was marked on the roll. No one had ever seen his face before, yet no one asked his name or spoke to him. His appearance was unremarkable, his frame disarming, his smile rolled of the eyes, his name a legend no one had heard.
He sat and did nothing at all.
The day past, slowly then faster the slower again, ebbing and flowing with the minds that perceived it. Finally the bell tolled, and fate (being a wholly jealous fiend) sought one last trick before surrendering this place forever.
YO SHINJI!
He looked up and saw his fellow stooges standing over him. Discovering time flew surprisingly fast talking to Asuka had thrown him off his game.
"What do you say we hit up the arcade?" Asked his be speckled friend Kensuke. Toji reached out for Shinji's shoulder.
"Ya, I hear they got Time Killers Forever down there!"
HEY!!!
Three heads turned to a red headed goddess march over to them.
"He's cooking tonight so he is not going ANYWHERE but home with me.right Shinji?"
Now normally Asuka's tirade would have made him quiver, but she had said that last part well so. so sweetly. He experienced stark terror, far too much to speak. He nodded his head.
"Pffft, looks like bazooka's got dips on him" conceded the Osaka-jin.
With a whip cracking motion of their hands they left for the arcade.
Across the room Rei Ayanami raised her head for the first time since she sat down. Her overly red, bleary eyes bespoke her wooden pillow; while her stomach bespoke its emptiness. Rei Ayanami, the first child, was having a bad hair day. Turning her head she caught a glimpse of her fellow pilots heading out the classroom door. She was alone in the room. Resolving herself she gathered her few things and began walking down the hall. It was here that fate (nasty little gremlin) made his last stand. Normally she was highly aware of her surroundings and all that occupied them, today was an exception.
"Ngh.kyAA!"
She tripped and fell.
When she opened he eyes she found herself sprawled on a student, quite the reverse of a previous experience. Looking him over her gaze shifted to his eyes, which were gray specked with gold.
And then it hit her.
She had no bond with this man. She had always had an innate connection with every soul and being born of this earth. She felt nothing, knew nothing; NO AT FIELD. This boy was not lillim.
She screamed in his face. Panic, waves of pure horror washed over her, battering her stoic 'personality" and shattering it whole. Jumping off of him she landed on her rump and continued to kick herself back from him till he back hit the wall.
To his credit, he was every bit as unsettled as she. He looked at her, jumped then ran down the hall and around the corner.
Rei sat frozen for half a minute to regain self-control. Thinking and pondering with lightning speed the countless meaning and possibilities the encounter could mean. Then, as quickly as it had begun, she was once again herself, and she needed answers.
What could it possibly mean?
Lorenzo Kihl stood in the most secure vault on earth, the resting place of the Dead Sea Scrolls. The ancient texts before him were kept placed in single sheets suspended by super conductive ferrite sprinkled on their backs. The air inside the acrylic casing was inert while the lighting was polarized. The scrolls on which so much of mankind's fate rested on stood protected and guarded against any conceivable threat, and they were also burning. Soon nothing would be left but ash. It was entirely impossible, and seemingly unstoppable. Silhouetted by the burning sheets, Kihl saw nothing his mind a maelstrom. For something had happened beyond the scope of prophecy, fate was no longer in play.
What had happened?
Having finished her homework, Hikari Horaki, class president of class 2-A was going over the daily papers her position generated. When something in the stack caught her eye. The days roll sheet, it was one name too long. Chewing on the end of a number two pencil she pondered over the strange anomaly.
"How odd" she said aloud to herself. Never seen one like it, couldn't place its ethic origin in the slightest. She was the first person in the world to speak it.
Valthalion Pallar.