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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 1, 2011 16:16:30 GMT -5
Grass grows, birds fly, and brotha? PenPen warks at people!
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 1, 2011 16:21:07 GMT -5
and then Ariadne starts vent crawling
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 1, 2011 16:21:46 GMT -5
Then shipping happens.
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 1, 2011 16:23:53 GMT -5
Aside from Shinji/Asuka?
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 1, 2011 16:25:34 GMT -5
Only if you want it... baby.
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 1, 2011 16:26:11 GMT -5
...so far I only got Ariadne and Arthur...
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 1, 2011 16:56:02 GMT -5
PenPen and Yui
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 1, 2011 16:58:50 GMT -5
absolutely not. Gimmie realistic suggestion, I guess, since all I got left is me toying with the idea of fixing Misato and Kaji's relationship eventually
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 1, 2011 17:20:36 GMT -5
Gendo and penpen.
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 1, 2011 23:31:57 GMT -5
you are useless
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 2, 2011 8:27:33 GMT -5
Yeah, I was referring to the AxS shipping.
I cant really see this becoming much of a ship fest.
Although... Yusuf and Ritsuko?
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 2, 2011 11:39:39 GMT -5
heh. No good ideas. Didn't think so.
We now return to Ariadne vent crawling
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 2, 2011 11:56:42 GMT -5
cool
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 2, 2011 12:22:42 GMT -5
I've actually got to rewrite her conversation with Arthur. It came out as really plot-serving, rather than characteristic of them (according to NPE characterizations anyway)
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 2, 2011 12:24:46 GMT -5
sure
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 2, 2011 21:59:34 GMT -5
I forgot how much I enjoyed writing as these characters. Writing long ramblings and calling it a chapter is fun, but making sense is enjoyable, too.
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 2, 2011 22:53:11 GMT -5
new section. I need you to tear this one apart for me, ok?
~~~~~
Ariadne chewed on the end of her pen as she studied the map of Nerv headquarters. This thing was damn near useless. Sure it was labeled and actually detailed each and every passage, but it was all crammed onto and 8.5 X 11 piece of computer paper, which reduced the image to a mass of right angles that resembled one of her labyrinth designs more than it did the layout for the headquarters of the world’s foremost secret paramilitary organization tasked with saving the world from psychic entities.
Still, she wasn’t about to throw away the next to useless map. If everything went the way she hope it would, the map would serve another, more useful purpose. With a sharp glance at the air vent in front of her, she marked her approximate location with a red X. Then she folded the paper and stuck that between her teeth along with the pen and carefully removed the ventilation cover, taking care to make as little noise as possible. She was fairly certain that this particular corridor was abandoned and unused – it lead to a dead end with no rooms or hallways branching off – but one can never be too careful.
The air vent itself was rather spacious, at least compared to what she thought it would be. No feeling of claustrophobia set in, and she was able to crawl on her hands and knees without much difficulty. But it was cold and for the first time since arriving in Tokyo-3, she was glad her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of skinny jeans and jackets; Arthur affectionately (or not) called her a hipster.
She exhaled sharply, remembering the conversation they had earlier that morning. She had tried to convince Arthur to help her do some snooping around Nerv.
“I’m going to find out what they’re hiding in Terminal Dogma,” she had said in response to his question.
He had been silent before answering, “I guess I should have expected that.” From the way he had said that and the look on his face, Ariadne had known he wasn’t going to help her.
“You’re not going to help me, are you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you didn’t say you would, either.”
Arthur had smiled that thin smile he always did whenever dealing with Ariadne. “It’s not that simple Ariadne. Nerv is a heavily guarded paramilitary organization, funded by the UN. Cross them, and we disappear without a trace.”
“That’s not why you won’t help me. You’re as curious as I am – you admitted as much. What was Saito talking about? Why did Thompson was to expose Nerv’s secrets? We both want to know what’s really going on, so why won’t you help me.”
“There’s…a code, Ariadne, a set of rules we Extractors follow, unspoken. Pretty high up on that list is never to turn against your employer – at least not while employed be them. It doesn’t sound like a big deal, but once you’ve been in the black market business as long as I have, these things get drilled into your head. You live by them, if you want to survive.”
Ariande had softened her scowl. “I guess you’re nothing if not honorable, Arthur.”
“Honor has nothing to do with it. It’s about survival. It was and always will be about survival.”
“I understand – “
“But you’re still going through with it.”
She had smiled mischievously. “Wish me luck?”
“All the luck in the world.”
Now as she crawled on her hands and knees, slowly, careful not to make any undue noises, Ariande wondered about what he meant. Always will be about survival. She couldn’t help but think about Nerv mission: to ensure the survival of the human race – somehow she didn’t think that was what Arthur was talking about.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 3, 2011 11:28:02 GMT -5
Ariadne chewed on the end of her pen as she studied the map of Nerv headquarters. This (I think that "The thing" flows a little better than "This thing".) thing was damn near useless. Sure it was labeled and actually detailed each and every passage, but it was all crammed onto an 8.5 X 11 piece of computer paper, which reduced the image to a mass of right angles that resembled one of her labyrinth designs more than it did the layout for the headquarters of the world’s foremost secret paramilitary organization tasked with saving the world from psychic entities. (Now that's a sentence! Good job there, it could have easily spiraled out of control)
Still, she wasn’t about to throw away the next to useless map. If everything went the way she hoped it would, the map would serve another, more useful purpose. With a sharp glance at the air vent in front of her, she marked her approximate location with a red X(YOU MEAN LIKE THIS X?). Then she folded the paper and stuck it between her teeth along with the pen and carefully removed the ventilation cover, taking care to make as little noise as possible (Bust this sentence up into more manageable pieces.). She was fairly certain that this particular corridor was abandoned and unused – it lead to a dead end with no rooms or hallways branching off – but one can never be too careful.
The air vent itself was rather spacious, at least compared to what she thought it would be. No feeling of claustrophobia set in, and she was able to crawl on her hands and knees without much difficulty. But it was cold and for the first time since arriving in Tokyo-3, she was glad her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of skinny jeans and jackets; Arthur affectionately (or not) called her a hipster.
She exhaled sharply, remembering the conversation they had earlier that morning. She had tried to convince Arthur to help her do some snooping around Nerv.
“I’m going to find out what they’re hiding in Terminal Dogma,” she had said in response to his question. Wait... What question? Hell, can you build it up a little? Have them offer up some theories about what's down there?
He had been silent before answering, “I guess I should have expected that.” From the way he had said that and the look on his face, Ariadne had known he wasn’t going to help her.
“You’re not going to help me, are you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you didn’t say you would, either.”
Arthur had smiled that thin smile he always did whenever dealing with Ariadne. “It’s not that simple Ariadne. Nerv is a heavily guarded paramilitary organization, funded by the UN. Cross them, and we disappear without a trace.”
“That’s not why you won’t help me. You’re as curious as I am – you admitted as much. What was Saito talking about? Why did Thompson was to expose Nerv’s secrets? We both want to know what’s really going on, so why won’t you help me?”
“There’s…a code, Ariadne, a set of rules we Extractors follow, unspoken. Pretty high up on that list is never to turn against your employer – at least not while employed be them. It doesn’t sound like a big deal, but once you’ve been in the black market business as long as I have, these things get drilled into your head. You live by them, if you want to survive.” (You may want to break up this quote with some body language or something.)
Ariande had softened her scowl. “I guess you’re nothing if not honorable, Arthur.”
“Honor has nothing to do with it. It’s about survival. It was and always will be about survival.”
“I understand – “
“But you’re still going through with it.”
She had smiled mischievously. “Wish me luck?” SEX?
“All the luck in the world.”
Now as she crawled on her hands and knees (YES), slowly, careful not to make any undue noises (YES!), Ariande wondered about what he meant. Always will be about survival. She couldn’t help but think about Nerv's mission: to ensure the survival of the human race – somehow she didn’t think that was what Arthur was talking about.
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Post by Mizagium on Apr 3, 2011 12:01:17 GMT -5
Smart-ass.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 3, 2011 12:10:25 GMT -5
:3
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