C^rrot—Well, I was thinking more along the lines of Arizona, but… . Asuka? Nah. Shuri don't know she exists. Yet. Bwuahahaha… Yes. The Ancient One has been named! Will we see more of him? Most definitely. Soon? That's up in the air at the moment. He's pissed at 'Dachi and Shuri' at the moment, so if he shows up there's gonna be a bit of bloodshed. And yes, he is going to be an incredibly significant figure at some point. Now, I'm not saying what he's gonna do, or when he's gonna do it, but it'll be before Third Impact, and after the Twelfth, unless I decide on another part for him to play at some point. Then again, he might visit for no particular reason. He's random.
D14852001—Yeah. The JA was sabotaged. We're never explicitly told whom, but it's heavily implied that Ritsuko had something to do with it. I had to watch the ep again to get most of the conversation. Large parts of the programming were deleted, and the cooling rods were extracted, which was why it went all melt-downy. It was sabotaged here too, though I altered the test area and a couple other minor details.
RichardRahl—Yeah. You can own my soul. Not like I use it anyway. .
ignorantly grinning—Yeah. Jet Alone go boom. Nothing go there for twenny year!
Gopu—While I don't aim to please, I hit the target anyway. Luck.
Ayden—Shinji's people-phobic when it doesn't involve lotsa blood. Buying a tie would also involve communicating with people. On the flip side, if he wanders in, he's going to be carrying a little bit of that nitro-shit I had in his bag.
Gambit01—Oh yeah. P99's rock my world almost as much as Mirielle.
Bsdisaster—Intentions? I just felt like putting Living Weapons (not a pseudo-religious cult, more like a sub-species… or something. I'm not clear on the details. No one but Our Lady Itch is) in NGE. My skewed sadistic humor factors in somewhere. You'll see when you (if you) read the EoE (if I ever get that far…) for this. Fascism? Possibly, I guess. I dunno. I was making stuff up. Some things to serious to make fun of? Maybe, but doesn't that go to show how twisted our dear little Nodachi is? Besides, Hitler was a genius. I expect you're going to hate the JA goin' boom when you get to it though. Besides that, all it means is "yes my leader, Mistress Shuriken!" If I knew the phrase in Russian or Italian, I would have used it there. But I don't. So I didn't.
A/N: Ook. Gotta kill, gotta kill.
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Ocean Red
Chapter 12: Advancement
A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fanfiction
By CrimsonNoble
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One Shinji Ikari looked up at the purple-haired woman glaring at him from the floor where he was seated. "Ook." He announced curiously. It was also a signal to Shuriken to get her arse over to his area.
"How dare you!" She exploded angrily, "What gives you the right to let the Jet Alone explode like that? What gives you the right?"
Shinji tapped the nametag on his chest cheerfully. "This does!" He snapped his wrist fluidly, sliding the weapon around to train on her face. "And this!" He broke into ecstatic giggling. He didn't notice that one Doctor Akagi watching cautiously.
The woman started to reach down for his weapon. "You are not allowed to be armed pilot!"
Shinji waved the gun in her face as he whipped a knife out from the inside of his jacket. "Nuh-uh-uh! Back or I shall stab you in the eye with Excess Punctuation!" He exclaimed in his best 'I'm on so many drugs I'm in the stratosphere' voice. Oddly enough, across the blade of the knife 'Excess Punctuation' had been inscribed in a loose scrawl.
It was, unfortunately for Kat-lady, at this point that Shuriken decided to make herself known. She did this in her usual fashion after something had gone so incredibly right, with great care and consternation.
"Sos! Who you? Mesa Shuuu-riken!" She squealed in Kat-lady's ear, drawing her name out over a good ten seconds.
The purple-haired woman stumbled backward, trying to get out of the impressive range of Shuri's lungs, clutching at her head in pain. 'Dachi absentmindedly slashed her nigh-stiletto heel in half as she stumbled past him, dropping her to the floor with a loud grunt.
Cloaked in shadows, and for that matter wrinkled shadows, Blondie raised one eyebrow. That was… different… She gave a mental shrug. The Commander would certainly be interested in this.
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Nodachi pulled the catch back, snapping the used cartridge from the chamber, and pushed it forward again, loading a new one. Once again he pressed his eye to the scope, centering the target. A face appeared for an instant over the head of the target, and the boy's lips parted in a snarl as he exhaled and pulled the trigger again.
Another thumb-sized hole appeared in the head of the target, where its right eye would have resided had it been human. The pale boy stepped away from the course as he popped the used casing from the chamber, and shoved the chamber closed again. The gun was, unfortunately, empty. Something was going to die tonight.
With uncharacteristic roughness, he shoved the gun back onto its rack, before turning to wander over to the course. He could feel the weight of the NERV issued pistol sitting comfortably against his side; butt forward for easy drawing with either hand. Absentmindedly he snatched another firearm off the rack as he passed, only later stopping to identify it as a Walther PPK, brother to his pistol of choice, made famous by James Bond.
He walked into the sliding door twice before he realized that it was not going to open. Baffled he looked up to see that the white on red 'Course in use' light was on. Obliviously he wandered over to the observation window, curious as to who was going to die for interrupting his relief session.
It was somehow unsurprising to him that it was the longhaired hippie techie. Perhaps he'd kill the man with a noose made of his hair? That would certainly have a sense of ironic justice. Then again, it might just be amusing. He'd have to ask Shuriken. She'd know. She generally did.
The thought didn't bother him.
Not nearly as much as the man who was interrupting his stress relief was.
Briefly the boy considered remaining stressed until the old bastard arrived. That would certainly be… interesting, if not a particularly wise course of action. After all, the man did have that tendency to crush all resistance without giving much of a damn about who it was. Then again, it might impress him.
Right. Even the boy knew the odds of that were so low they could only be measured by something entitled the 'Infinite Improbability Device'.
Of course, if anyone had said that phrase to him, he would have stared at them in abject confusion. He may have, somewhere deep in the darkness of the back of his mind, coated with dust, cobwebs, and probably covered with a rug, had a vague idea of the concept of infinity. Improbability went one step further, if it existed, doubtful though that idea was, it would be buried somewhere inside the wall of the darkest, dustiest, corner of his skull.
Device was easy though. Even if he couldn't spell it.
A whine alerted him to the fact that he could now enter the gun course, and that the hippie guitarist had left.
Nevertheless, he waited a bit for the course to re-supply itself, after punching in the model number on his weapons and his NERV ID code. All this dictated was the difficulty settings, danger levels, and the type of ammunition scattered along the course. It was, startlingly, divided into several different styles. Indoor, urban, forest, desert, plains, and amphibious being a few of the divisions. NERV (and by extension, SEELE) spared no expense upon the training of their agents.
And, impressively, they had managed to contain the entire course into a three kilometer cubic area.
None of which mattered to Nodachi, as he slid into the course, heading resolutely for the indoor section of the course.
He just wanted to blow something up. Fuck everything else.
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"Did you instruct Ikari?"
The seated man smiled behind his hands. It wasn't a nice smile, but then it wasn't a particularly malevolent one either. It was just a smile that had one purpose: to express disdain for the inferior intellect of other people.
It was a smile generally reserved for megalomaniacs and dictators. Perfectly in place, in other words.
"No." He responded coldly.
The blonde woman frowned. "Am I to understand, then, that the pilot's performance was of his own free will?"
The smile widened. "You are not to understand."
She sighed and nodded. "I see."
"The plan worked then?" He inquired of the second man in the room.
"Yessah." The response was slurred drunkenly, though he wasn't drunk. He just enjoyed being irritating. After all, that was why he did what he did. Well, he did want to know the truth, but that was merely a bonus.
"Stop that."
"Yes sir." Though the response was appropriately meek, his voice was tinged with amusement. The smile was gone in an instant, replaced by a frown.
"Where is the Third Child currently?"
A quick consultation with a clipboard. "If his patterns hold true, he is probably with that girl. That or he's in the armory somewhere."
A nod. "Check the armory. If he's in the course, wait for him to come out and send him to me. If he's with the girl, we'll just have to wait."
The second, stubbly-faced man exited.
After a long moment, his cold voice broke the silence. "Yes?"
The blonde shifted nervously, ashamed of herself for acting like a schoolgirl at a time like this. "Are… we still on for…"
A snarl of disgust flitted across the man's face for a brief moment. Carnal pleasures. How disgusting.
"Eleven. Leave the door unlocked."
She fled, unable to banish the relieved expression from her eyes, though it did not show in the rest of her features.
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Misato sat on her mattress, curled up around Pen-Pen.
"The apartment seems kinda empty, doesn't it Pen?" She asked the penguin.
The waterfowl warked in response. Meaning, 'It's perfect the way it is!'
"I thought so. Heyyy… what do you say to this? I think maybe I should take Asuka in. After all, she needs someone to stay with, and I have so much extra room."
Another wark. In penguin, this meant something along the lines of 'Terrible idea! Worst thing I've ever heard!'
Misato knew none of this. Few people were, after all, fluent in penguin. And she was not one of them. "Shinji? Hell no. He scares the shit out of me."
She gripped the penguin tighter at the mere thought of the junior psychopath under her roof.
It warked in a panic and started flapping its wings in an attempt to escape the death-grip.
Misato took this as a cue to squeeze tighter still.
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"Ye wanted to see me, o bearded one?" 'Dachi inquired.
The black-garbed man stood. "Yes. I have a job for you."
'Dachi nodded. "What kind?"
The commander strode over to the window into the geofront. "I want someone dead."
Shinji brightened visibly. "Who-when-where-open or closed?"
The rapid-fire questions temporarily confused the man. "Expand."
Shinji rolled his eyes. "Who do you want dead, when do you want him dead, where do you want him dead, do you want an open or closed casket funeral?"
Comprehension dawned. Well, actually it rose like a shooting star falls. But in the opposite direction. Because, as everyone knows, dawn takes a while to… well, dawn. "The family of Mayumi Tendo. I don't care when, as long as it gets done, and doesn't interfere with your duties as a pilot. Preferably a public place and I want everyone to know, without being able to prove, that it was by NERV. And it would be nice to be a closed casket funeral."
Shinji's forehead wrinkled in thought. Tendo… Ah, yes. She was in 3-B. And her family was rather opposed to the killing of Angels.
Well then. Simple enough.
"Can I get some information? Specifically, where they live, names, workplaces, and associates?"
Professional Killing was, after all, something one had to be very thorough in. "Actually," the boy added, "If you can find out if they have any relatives elsewhere; that would be nice too. I dislike having idiots coming for revenge. 'Cos then I risk being found out, and such." At the skeptical look, he added, "Not that I have a problem with killin' them. 'S jes' thae they drawl 'tenshion."
The confused look drew clarification and a nod. He liked that accent, for whatever reason resided in the labyrinthine maze he called his brain. "They draw attention when they try to kill me. Doesn't much help when the vanish right afterward."
An understanding nod.
"I see. I will permit you access to the files."
'Dachi nodded, and began to meander out of the room.
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Shuriken was practically bouncing around the room, delighted with the news delivered to her cot.
He was coming. The Lord, the Master, the Shogun, the God, the Tyrant, the Dictator, the Divine Omnipotence… the list went on.
And He was coming!
Even the stubbornness of the water, refusing to tell her anything of use, couldn't dampen her spirits.
Nothing could. He was coming, after all.
End Chapter
Yatta yatta yatta. Setupage, and whatnot.