The Lord of Powers presents 'Chronicle of the Children' addition 6.
By A.Womack with additions by N.Clamppit
Fate.
That which is destined to be, destiny, karma and the unavoidable.
How can the true nature of fate be described? In order to grip what is truly possible I think demonstration would serve best. Imagine if you will a glass ball filled with water, in the water are small bits of plastic that are neutrally buoyant. Imagine the glass ball is geometrically perfect; the water inside is spinning around and around taking the little bits with them. Were it possible to observe and record the paths without altering them, the balls inside the water would move in predictable fashion, and so long as nothing from outside this 'system' can enter the prediction will be perfect. Now imagine nothing else exist but the glass ball, it is now the whole of creation itself. The principles of fate are roughly the same. So now what can possibly throw it off?. Alteration of the shape of the glass. Crazy as it sounds a full technical explanation of gravetometric-matrix transform manipulation is beyond the scope of this text. The long and short of it is you can change the value of a single axis (as you would the path of a plastic piece), but the excess will be spread out over an infinite number of axies. The mean difference to the whole of creation is zero (it can be nothing else).
How can anything truly alter fate when nothing can come from outside it? The altering force must use part of that glass shell, not what's inside it (nor from within it). The sciences of many worlds and full realms are aware of this awesome potential. What is infinitely rarer is the knowledge and ability to use it.
Rei Ayanami was walking home. There was nothing so odd about this, as she always walked home. What was odd was her inner turmoil. How? How could someone with no A.T Field exist at all? Time and again she asked herself. This was a fairly disturbing, if not important discovery. Should she tell the commander about this? Or should she wait until she had a more conclusive report. Telling Doctor Akagi might be beneficial. However in her current state, that coarse of action may find her replaced. She didn't want to be replaced, but she had an idea.
It was a fairly typical night at NERV for Ritsuko. Her perpetual cycle of double and triple shifts had become status quo as far as she was concerned. MAGI checkups, EVA upgrades and synch test made up the majority of her efforts. She hated those damn synch tests even more then the children did! What had they to complain about? It was only a couple hours of their time not days! What she hated more then that however, was being found typing away in her neko-koneko pajamas. It didn't help that Rei had done this twenty-six times in her career (She considered it Rei's sport)
"Good evening Rei" She stammered in embarrassment.
"Goof evening Doctor Akagi, I would like to enquire about the wireless MAGI enabled pocket PC's that were posted on the bulletin board. Are they still available to gamma and better grade employees?"
What does she want with that? "Um yes they are but why the interest? I don't see how it would be of benefit to pilots. "
"Should a situation occur were we not able to come to headquarters and required detailed information, such a means would be invaluable. "
"Oh, all right let me write request down. Shouldn't take more then a day to arrive " I wonder if she's going to look at porn.
"Thank you Doctor Akagi, I will leave now."
I never will understand that girl.
So guys how did the date go?
Both children stammered as milk gushed out of their noses.
Asuka (as always) was quick to retort. "It wasn't like that Misato! Why cant you just accept I wanted a decent breakfast huh?!!"
Misato smiled past her beer lazily glancing from one charge to the other.
"You sure you guys aren't forgetting to tell me something?
The Bazooka could take no more and exploded. Shinji red faced though silent leaned back and pitied his guardian for being targeted. He wouldn't wish that fate on an angel, his father perhaps. (The image suddenly popped into his head. Father the Commander of NERV hiding under his desk trembling.)
"Just what is so funny third child??!"
Shinji returned to the present, taking stock of the situation.
Ohh no..
Elsewhere, on a point distant beyond all measure, along a path no map could follow, Wolfgang Allen Supreme Lord and Technetium of the Mobius Shipyards of Valerath was delighted to see his friend. The tall, now gray haired man was draped in the oversized coveralls that marked his order (which he had founded.)
"Valthalion you little fiend! How are you? Where have you been? What brings you and what have you brought me?" He beamed at the boy he had not seen in two thousand years.
"Old Wolfgang! Is it just me, or is your blue eye going red?" Said Val motioning to the prothstedic eyepiece Wolfgang had required since birth.
"Old? Me old? Coming from you? Ha! Your childish looks never fooled me Eternal! Come we have much to discus and the fast to break."
Walking onto the transport that would take them thru the neigh endless multi-dimensional catacombs of the greatest factory ever conceived, The Lord of Powers was awestruck. The nameless suns and countless planetoids connected by paths of light strewn like tinsel and bulbs from a lit Christmas tree. Scaffolds glittering like lanterns, roads leading here and there and in-between the base realities and virtual co-ordinates that made the imaginative mesh that was the ship works. It didn't seem real that he had been apart of its genesis; it had grown so much. He had been gone far too long and Wolfe had done so well.
Into the chamber they walked, the chamber of Pallar, heart and cornerstone of the works. The Anchoring point of multiple axises of reality bound together using a fragment of his very being, a wound that would never heal in of itself. Even now he could hear it calling after him, calling like a child after its mother. The chamber was also home to one of only three permanent gateways to the realm of the Central, an impossible place enshrouding the focal point of every axis within creation. From the Central every other point could be observed and accessed with ease. While not even Val who had discovered it, made it his fortress, could explain how it could be; only that it was. Into the chamber he walked, Wolfgang beside him and motioned a table into being.
"So tell me, Val. Have you found what you sought for these past ages?" Wolfgang summoned a bowl of fruit, gently sitting down, reached for an apple.
"I'm close Wolfe, I know I am. I must be... I must believe I am." He stared into the bowel searching for an answer; an answer a hundred thousand years of wandering had not given him.
"Arimas cannot be bound Val, your strength is his. Nothing has ever been able to counteract that. You may not slay him, nor he you. Nor may any other for that matter. The awesome nature of gravetometric force; to call on it without also empowering him means to producing the power by other means, if it can be called that. What short of perpetual motion could do that effectively? An infinite in the infinite?"
"I shall find it."
"."
"Look at this place, you and me everything else around us! It tells me that impossible is the illusion of the weak; weak minds and weaker hearts. I need only continue my search and I WILL find it. Whether a hundred thousand or a hundred million years, I have eternity and I'm perfectly willing to use it."
Valthalion stared across the table at his companion; the battle of wills raging ensued. Two minds set in stone ages before, far too old and immature to concede their opponents argument.
"What did you come here for then, old friend?" Asked Wolfe after a time.
"I require some fabrications, or shall I should say."
At the mention of building the atmosphere lightened immensely.
"Goodness! What is it! What can I get for you?" Wolfgang took out an archaic marking instrument and paper notepad out of his many pockets.
"Evangelion parts and components. As well as defense systems for a sizable fortress."
The pencil stopped.
"Eva what? That isn't in the archives (he wrote them), the defenses we can handle easily but I'll need more to go on then that."
And that is were I shall come in.
Both startled, Val and Wolfgang turned to the gate. Another old friend had arrived, this warranted a party!
"Tennyson!"
Six in the morning Tokyo-3 time, a wonderful time to be in bed for which I am not. Damn. You wouldn't think that would be such a big deal it is. Our chosen apartment was cheap and reasonably furnished, but still required the inordinately difficult to import materials from the Works and Central. I had hopped to avoid placing residence here but Tennyson insisted (he had never enjoyed the process of dimensional travel) we hardly got the bedding in place by sunrise. Its times like this I wax nostalgic about the old days, oh well.
I set out for school while B.T took the rail down to the Geofront. The plan we had cooked up could be summarized like this. Tennyson was to be my guardian (should an explanation be required) he represented our rather secretive firm that had a long-standing relationship with NERV and EVA development. The truth of the later was achieved by some creative continuum shifting. Now Tennyson (B.T or Ten) was a fair hand at negotiating, I rather hoped he succeeded in getting me some kind of guest- observer pass to NERV. First and foremost though his task was to 'acquire' detailed EVA schematics and information by any means possible, without detection that is. I figure even odds he pulls this off him swapping jokes with his cell guards in an hour's time.
I should have bought a map. I should have brought lunch (or breakfast for that matter). I should have told Val to shove it when he said I had a meeting in 45 minuets. I need food, I need sleep and I need directions! Isn't that worth a few worlds? But I digress my desire is misplaced. It would have been telling the wrong person to where to put it.
Anyhow this odd suit is strangely comfortable, and Val insisted that I do something with my hair. While Wolfgang's weapon found its home in the archaic hidden holster. The train should be here soon (if I read this pamphlet right) but I still feel edgy. It had been a long, long time since I had bothered with the affairs of men and their worlds. If what he told me is true, then I have never experienced one quite like this one. Honestly I don't know what Val intends to accomplish with matters as they are, its just not practical to expect anything.
"Is this seat taken? "
Fuyutski Kozou , Vice commander of NERV and frequent rider of the morning commuter rail, looked up from his newspaper with a note of surprise.
"Um, no... No it isn't."
The suited man who sat down next to him looked in his early thirties and well groomed. He also had a city map, which he furiously looking over.
"New to Tokyo-3?"
This time it was the young mans turn to look up.
"Hmm? Oh yes, I just got into town this morning and afraid I look it. "
The NERV man decided he liked this one.
"Fuyutski Kozou" He said extending his hand.
"Russell Tennyson" Replied the young man while shaking his hand.
"So what brings you to our fair city Mr. Tennyson?"
"Business, I have some details to work out with some new clientele."
".Oh? Just what is it you do?" This was picking the professors interest. But Tennyson returned the question with the grin and.
"I could tell you but then I would have to kill you."
".NERV?"
Tennyson frowned, wondering if he hadn't spend enough time planet-side of late.
"Am I that obvious? Perhaps they sent the wrong person to negotiate."
"Well, there aren't too many businesses that would require such measures in town. well, this town anyway."
"Indeed." The young man seemed almost relieved. "You wouldn't happen to know the route, would you? These maps seem almost intentionally confusing."
"I assure you, that was the intent. However, I do know the route."
"Ahh! I'd appreciate it if you could show me the way." The young man smiled brightly.
"I suppose I could do that," Fuyutsuki acquiesced. After a week of meetings with the staid city council, this would be almost a pleasure. "By the way, you speak excellent Japanese. Almost accentless."
"Thank you. I never could quite lose the accent."
"Northwest North America?"
"Portland born and raised."
Elsewhere above the fortress of mankind, the First Child was preparing for school. Her school items usually amounted to a few books and items. Except for a new, rather out of place addition today, a nine-millimeter pistol weighing her bag down.
The day past as all in turn do, faster or slower, dependent on what the world's individuals didn't want. School past, business was conducted, angels counted one less day to their doom. The Second Child berated the Third, Ryoji Kaji hit on Misato, Maya blushed. In the end however, is where variation begins.
Students and teachers alike all but ran the halls on their journey home, and the First Child alone walked a normal pace, alone except for the person she was following. Out of the school, down the street and on a rail car she followed him. If he was aware of her presence he made no sign or pause. Neither made sound or seemed to blink, or be aware of their surroundings. At length, as they passed through a secluded alley Rei drew the gun from her bag, cocked and un-safed it, and pointed it at the subject at hand "Stop where you are."
Startled, the white gold-haired boy turned and faced his accuser.
"Yo.you. What is the meaning of this?"
Rei took this as confirmation of his undivided attention.
"I am going to ask questions. I require answers. Failure to do so will result in your death."
"Shoot."
That was not the answer she had expected.
"I mean. what are your questions?"
Oh, right. She knew that.
"Who are you."
"I am called Valthalion Pallar."
"That is not what I asked."
"And that is all the answer I have."
A crack of thunder reverberated down the alley, followed by the sound of an empty casing hitting the ground. Looking down the boy saw a hole thru the outside cuff of his shirt arm. Yikes.
"The next shot will not miss."
He looked up at her again; a serious yet out of place expression marked his glare.
"I don't doubt it, now tell me why the hell are you bothering me First Child!?"
The moment the words passed his lips he knew he had made a mistake. The blue haired girl seemed to grimace without altering her face as she walked within 5 paces of him, her pistol held at arms length pointed at his chest.
"You are not human Mr. Pallar. You are a threat. As such you are not entitled to that information or to legal protections."
Fist horror then shock soured Valthalions face, finally leading to rage.
"And you ARE? Miss Rei Ayanami?!"
An instant of disbelief, a small motion downwards, depression of the trigger. A brass shell twinkling in the fading light, and the sound of knees meeting cement. Crimson on white.
"Goodbye, Mr. Pallar."
Rei gave him a last look, turned around, and walked away.
Sorry for my eternally short chapters. Perhaps I should put all of what I have in one re-edited volume. Well now that now we are finally getting to some fun stuff! We met some characters and places very much not belonging to the EVAverse and allusions to much more. How much they will factor into this story I haven't decided. Actually I haven't decided if this story will even be cannon to those stories as well (some of the things I got planed would mess with them.) Now to explain some things the EVA history we all know and love has already happened from Val's non-linear viewpoint. He knows what did happen but not what will happen now that he has entered this world (It's a Heisenburg thing {hope I spelled that right}) Val's reputation and history seems to show him in a much grander light then current but that has a reason. Tennyson is a fellow wanderer like Val and the two have quite a history together, though Ten is 'immortal' not 'eternal'. Now is this to say Val is invincible? Not hardly as we shall see in the next chapter. Meat is meat and flesh is flesh. So what is he? What of the A.T Field? Why does he say, "I am called" in reference to his name rather then 'I am'? Who or what is Arimas?
"I am a figment of mine own imagination."
Stay tuned to find out more =]
Please review! By A.Womack with additions by N.Clamppit
By A.Womack with additions by N.Clamppit
Fate.
That which is destined to be, destiny, karma and the unavoidable.
How can the true nature of fate be described? In order to grip what is truly possible I think demonstration would serve best. Imagine if you will a glass ball filled with water, in the water are small bits of plastic that are neutrally buoyant. Imagine the glass ball is geometrically perfect; the water inside is spinning around and around taking the little bits with them. Were it possible to observe and record the paths without altering them, the balls inside the water would move in predictable fashion, and so long as nothing from outside this 'system' can enter the prediction will be perfect. Now imagine nothing else exist but the glass ball, it is now the whole of creation itself. The principles of fate are roughly the same. So now what can possibly throw it off?. Alteration of the shape of the glass. Crazy as it sounds a full technical explanation of gravetometric-matrix transform manipulation is beyond the scope of this text. The long and short of it is you can change the value of a single axis (as you would the path of a plastic piece), but the excess will be spread out over an infinite number of axies. The mean difference to the whole of creation is zero (it can be nothing else).
How can anything truly alter fate when nothing can come from outside it? The altering force must use part of that glass shell, not what's inside it (nor from within it). The sciences of many worlds and full realms are aware of this awesome potential. What is infinitely rarer is the knowledge and ability to use it.
Rei Ayanami was walking home. There was nothing so odd about this, as she always walked home. What was odd was her inner turmoil. How? How could someone with no A.T Field exist at all? Time and again she asked herself. This was a fairly disturbing, if not important discovery. Should she tell the commander about this? Or should she wait until she had a more conclusive report. Telling Doctor Akagi might be beneficial. However in her current state, that coarse of action may find her replaced. She didn't want to be replaced, but she had an idea.
It was a fairly typical night at NERV for Ritsuko. Her perpetual cycle of double and triple shifts had become status quo as far as she was concerned. MAGI checkups, EVA upgrades and synch test made up the majority of her efforts. She hated those damn synch tests even more then the children did! What had they to complain about? It was only a couple hours of their time not days! What she hated more then that however, was being found typing away in her neko-koneko pajamas. It didn't help that Rei had done this twenty-six times in her career (She considered it Rei's sport)
"Good evening Rei" She stammered in embarrassment.
"Goof evening Doctor Akagi, I would like to enquire about the wireless MAGI enabled pocket PC's that were posted on the bulletin board. Are they still available to gamma and better grade employees?"
What does she want with that? "Um yes they are but why the interest? I don't see how it would be of benefit to pilots. "
"Should a situation occur were we not able to come to headquarters and required detailed information, such a means would be invaluable. "
"Oh, all right let me write request down. Shouldn't take more then a day to arrive " I wonder if she's going to look at porn.
"Thank you Doctor Akagi, I will leave now."
I never will understand that girl.
So guys how did the date go?
Both children stammered as milk gushed out of their noses.
Asuka (as always) was quick to retort. "It wasn't like that Misato! Why cant you just accept I wanted a decent breakfast huh?!!"
Misato smiled past her beer lazily glancing from one charge to the other.
"You sure you guys aren't forgetting to tell me something?
The Bazooka could take no more and exploded. Shinji red faced though silent leaned back and pitied his guardian for being targeted. He wouldn't wish that fate on an angel, his father perhaps. (The image suddenly popped into his head. Father the Commander of NERV hiding under his desk trembling.)
"Just what is so funny third child??!"
Shinji returned to the present, taking stock of the situation.
Ohh no..
Elsewhere, on a point distant beyond all measure, along a path no map could follow, Wolfgang Allen Supreme Lord and Technetium of the Mobius Shipyards of Valerath was delighted to see his friend. The tall, now gray haired man was draped in the oversized coveralls that marked his order (which he had founded.)
"Valthalion you little fiend! How are you? Where have you been? What brings you and what have you brought me?" He beamed at the boy he had not seen in two thousand years.
"Old Wolfgang! Is it just me, or is your blue eye going red?" Said Val motioning to the prothstedic eyepiece Wolfgang had required since birth.
"Old? Me old? Coming from you? Ha! Your childish looks never fooled me Eternal! Come we have much to discus and the fast to break."
Walking onto the transport that would take them thru the neigh endless multi-dimensional catacombs of the greatest factory ever conceived, The Lord of Powers was awestruck. The nameless suns and countless planetoids connected by paths of light strewn like tinsel and bulbs from a lit Christmas tree. Scaffolds glittering like lanterns, roads leading here and there and in-between the base realities and virtual co-ordinates that made the imaginative mesh that was the ship works. It didn't seem real that he had been apart of its genesis; it had grown so much. He had been gone far too long and Wolfe had done so well.
Into the chamber they walked, the chamber of Pallar, heart and cornerstone of the works. The Anchoring point of multiple axises of reality bound together using a fragment of his very being, a wound that would never heal in of itself. Even now he could hear it calling after him, calling like a child after its mother. The chamber was also home to one of only three permanent gateways to the realm of the Central, an impossible place enshrouding the focal point of every axis within creation. From the Central every other point could be observed and accessed with ease. While not even Val who had discovered it, made it his fortress, could explain how it could be; only that it was. Into the chamber he walked, Wolfgang beside him and motioned a table into being.
"So tell me, Val. Have you found what you sought for these past ages?" Wolfgang summoned a bowl of fruit, gently sitting down, reached for an apple.
"I'm close Wolfe, I know I am. I must be... I must believe I am." He stared into the bowel searching for an answer; an answer a hundred thousand years of wandering had not given him.
"Arimas cannot be bound Val, your strength is his. Nothing has ever been able to counteract that. You may not slay him, nor he you. Nor may any other for that matter. The awesome nature of gravetometric force; to call on it without also empowering him means to producing the power by other means, if it can be called that. What short of perpetual motion could do that effectively? An infinite in the infinite?"
"I shall find it."
"."
"Look at this place, you and me everything else around us! It tells me that impossible is the illusion of the weak; weak minds and weaker hearts. I need only continue my search and I WILL find it. Whether a hundred thousand or a hundred million years, I have eternity and I'm perfectly willing to use it."
Valthalion stared across the table at his companion; the battle of wills raging ensued. Two minds set in stone ages before, far too old and immature to concede their opponents argument.
"What did you come here for then, old friend?" Asked Wolfe after a time.
"I require some fabrications, or shall I should say."
At the mention of building the atmosphere lightened immensely.
"Goodness! What is it! What can I get for you?" Wolfgang took out an archaic marking instrument and paper notepad out of his many pockets.
"Evangelion parts and components. As well as defense systems for a sizable fortress."
The pencil stopped.
"Eva what? That isn't in the archives (he wrote them), the defenses we can handle easily but I'll need more to go on then that."
And that is were I shall come in.
Both startled, Val and Wolfgang turned to the gate. Another old friend had arrived, this warranted a party!
"Tennyson!"
Six in the morning Tokyo-3 time, a wonderful time to be in bed for which I am not. Damn. You wouldn't think that would be such a big deal it is. Our chosen apartment was cheap and reasonably furnished, but still required the inordinately difficult to import materials from the Works and Central. I had hopped to avoid placing residence here but Tennyson insisted (he had never enjoyed the process of dimensional travel) we hardly got the bedding in place by sunrise. Its times like this I wax nostalgic about the old days, oh well.
I set out for school while B.T took the rail down to the Geofront. The plan we had cooked up could be summarized like this. Tennyson was to be my guardian (should an explanation be required) he represented our rather secretive firm that had a long-standing relationship with NERV and EVA development. The truth of the later was achieved by some creative continuum shifting. Now Tennyson (B.T or Ten) was a fair hand at negotiating, I rather hoped he succeeded in getting me some kind of guest- observer pass to NERV. First and foremost though his task was to 'acquire' detailed EVA schematics and information by any means possible, without detection that is. I figure even odds he pulls this off him swapping jokes with his cell guards in an hour's time.
I should have bought a map. I should have brought lunch (or breakfast for that matter). I should have told Val to shove it when he said I had a meeting in 45 minuets. I need food, I need sleep and I need directions! Isn't that worth a few worlds? But I digress my desire is misplaced. It would have been telling the wrong person to where to put it.
Anyhow this odd suit is strangely comfortable, and Val insisted that I do something with my hair. While Wolfgang's weapon found its home in the archaic hidden holster. The train should be here soon (if I read this pamphlet right) but I still feel edgy. It had been a long, long time since I had bothered with the affairs of men and their worlds. If what he told me is true, then I have never experienced one quite like this one. Honestly I don't know what Val intends to accomplish with matters as they are, its just not practical to expect anything.
"Is this seat taken? "
Fuyutski Kozou , Vice commander of NERV and frequent rider of the morning commuter rail, looked up from his newspaper with a note of surprise.
"Um, no... No it isn't."
The suited man who sat down next to him looked in his early thirties and well groomed. He also had a city map, which he furiously looking over.
"New to Tokyo-3?"
This time it was the young mans turn to look up.
"Hmm? Oh yes, I just got into town this morning and afraid I look it. "
The NERV man decided he liked this one.
"Fuyutski Kozou" He said extending his hand.
"Russell Tennyson" Replied the young man while shaking his hand.
"So what brings you to our fair city Mr. Tennyson?"
"Business, I have some details to work out with some new clientele."
".Oh? Just what is it you do?" This was picking the professors interest. But Tennyson returned the question with the grin and.
"I could tell you but then I would have to kill you."
".NERV?"
Tennyson frowned, wondering if he hadn't spend enough time planet-side of late.
"Am I that obvious? Perhaps they sent the wrong person to negotiate."
"Well, there aren't too many businesses that would require such measures in town. well, this town anyway."
"Indeed." The young man seemed almost relieved. "You wouldn't happen to know the route, would you? These maps seem almost intentionally confusing."
"I assure you, that was the intent. However, I do know the route."
"Ahh! I'd appreciate it if you could show me the way." The young man smiled brightly.
"I suppose I could do that," Fuyutsuki acquiesced. After a week of meetings with the staid city council, this would be almost a pleasure. "By the way, you speak excellent Japanese. Almost accentless."
"Thank you. I never could quite lose the accent."
"Northwest North America?"
"Portland born and raised."
Elsewhere above the fortress of mankind, the First Child was preparing for school. Her school items usually amounted to a few books and items. Except for a new, rather out of place addition today, a nine-millimeter pistol weighing her bag down.
The day past as all in turn do, faster or slower, dependent on what the world's individuals didn't want. School past, business was conducted, angels counted one less day to their doom. The Second Child berated the Third, Ryoji Kaji hit on Misato, Maya blushed. In the end however, is where variation begins.
Students and teachers alike all but ran the halls on their journey home, and the First Child alone walked a normal pace, alone except for the person she was following. Out of the school, down the street and on a rail car she followed him. If he was aware of her presence he made no sign or pause. Neither made sound or seemed to blink, or be aware of their surroundings. At length, as they passed through a secluded alley Rei drew the gun from her bag, cocked and un-safed it, and pointed it at the subject at hand "Stop where you are."
Startled, the white gold-haired boy turned and faced his accuser.
"Yo.you. What is the meaning of this?"
Rei took this as confirmation of his undivided attention.
"I am going to ask questions. I require answers. Failure to do so will result in your death."
"Shoot."
That was not the answer she had expected.
"I mean. what are your questions?"
Oh, right. She knew that.
"Who are you."
"I am called Valthalion Pallar."
"That is not what I asked."
"And that is all the answer I have."
A crack of thunder reverberated down the alley, followed by the sound of an empty casing hitting the ground. Looking down the boy saw a hole thru the outside cuff of his shirt arm. Yikes.
"The next shot will not miss."
He looked up at her again; a serious yet out of place expression marked his glare.
"I don't doubt it, now tell me why the hell are you bothering me First Child!?"
The moment the words passed his lips he knew he had made a mistake. The blue haired girl seemed to grimace without altering her face as she walked within 5 paces of him, her pistol held at arms length pointed at his chest.
"You are not human Mr. Pallar. You are a threat. As such you are not entitled to that information or to legal protections."
Fist horror then shock soured Valthalions face, finally leading to rage.
"And you ARE? Miss Rei Ayanami?!"
An instant of disbelief, a small motion downwards, depression of the trigger. A brass shell twinkling in the fading light, and the sound of knees meeting cement. Crimson on white.
"Goodbye, Mr. Pallar."
Rei gave him a last look, turned around, and walked away.
Sorry for my eternally short chapters. Perhaps I should put all of what I have in one re-edited volume. Well now that now we are finally getting to some fun stuff! We met some characters and places very much not belonging to the EVAverse and allusions to much more. How much they will factor into this story I haven't decided. Actually I haven't decided if this story will even be cannon to those stories as well (some of the things I got planed would mess with them.) Now to explain some things the EVA history we all know and love has already happened from Val's non-linear viewpoint. He knows what did happen but not what will happen now that he has entered this world (It's a Heisenburg thing {hope I spelled that right}) Val's reputation and history seems to show him in a much grander light then current but that has a reason. Tennyson is a fellow wanderer like Val and the two have quite a history together, though Ten is 'immortal' not 'eternal'. Now is this to say Val is invincible? Not hardly as we shall see in the next chapter. Meat is meat and flesh is flesh. So what is he? What of the A.T Field? Why does he say, "I am called" in reference to his name rather then 'I am'? Who or what is Arimas?
"I am a figment of mine own imagination."
Stay tuned to find out more =]
Please review! By A.Womack with additions by N.Clamppit