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Post by Mizagium on Feb 28, 2011 22:11:54 GMT -5
I think that last sentence sums it up
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 28, 2011 22:59:39 GMT -5
“Look,” I replied. “I don’t feel like having Lloyd hit Emil. I think this is a much better way for you to become friends.”
“Like hell I’m going to be friends with this idiot!”
Which is weird, because I think Asuka says something similar in the first chapter, I thought to myself as I typed this very sentence.
“Well, tough because this is a flashback and you’re already friends with him in the future/present. So deal with it. You’re all going to get pizza. Or something.” Very quickly the situation was escaping my control. I had assert order back to the fictional world before reality start tearing itself apart. I guess.
That’s when I saved the document and walked away for a bit.
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Post by Mizagium on Feb 28, 2011 23:10:55 GMT -5
“So, want to ditch this place and get food or something?” Lloyd asked the two classmates.
“Sure,” Emil replied cheerfully, checking one last time to make sure the chalkboard was thoroughly mopped before hurling the mop out the window.
“Fine,” Genis conceded, casting a glance my way. Defeated, he tossed the erasers over his shoulder. They landed vertically on top of the bookshelf.
Lloyd simply kicked the globe into the teacher’s chair.
They three left.
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If that section made any sense to you…get help.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 1, 2011 18:27:47 GMT -5
Still waiting on that news cast :3
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 1, 2011 18:34:02 GMT -5
whoops. I typed it out a while ago, but I placed it earlier in the script. Here it is; it takes place right before Seele interrupts the action.
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Pen Pen finally got up from the table to find a place to enjoy his fish in peace. He waddled over into the living room and plopped himself down in front of the television. With a single retractable claw, he turned it on. He was just in time for the six o’clock news.
The intro music was nearly drowned out by the crashing in the other room, so Pen Pen turned up the volume.
Two anchors were sitting at the news desk, a man and a woman.
“Hello,” said the man. “Welcome to the six o’clock news. I’m Mike Honcho.”
The woman shot him a strange look. “And I’m Jasmine Tully.”
It was kind of weird that both news anchors where American.
“The biggest story today: the massive damage caused by the Angel attack several weeks ago continues to be a problem for cleanup crews. Not only was a good portion of the countryside destroyed, but so was about half of the central bloc.” Mike turned to Jasmine. “I mean seriously. Couldn’t they get someone competent to pilot that robot?”
Unfazed, Jasmine replied, “According to credible sources, they had a seventeen year-old kid in the cockpit.”
Mike stifled a giggle at the word ‘cockpit’. “A seven-? What, seriously? This is fucking JAPAN! Aren’t they supposed to have like a shitton of people able to pilot giant robots here?”
“Isn’t that a little offensive, Mike?”
“I don’t give a crap. They’ve kept us on the air this long, haven’t they?” Uncomfortable silence. “Right, well, let’s go to the field with – “
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 1, 2011 18:47:33 GMT -5
*snicker*
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 1, 2011 18:57:45 GMT -5
your comments are much appreciated
>_>
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 2, 2011 23:54:00 GMT -5
a section before bed:
Lloyd, Genis, and Emil were in the middle of a pizza when a pink blur smashed through the window. Most of the patrons screamed and dove out of the way, but the three boys just sat there with food halfway in their mouths. A rather large shard of glass landed on Lloyd’s slice and he waffled on exactly what to do about it before Genis smacked it out of his hands, remarking, “Don’t be an idiot.”
Obviously he has a lot to learn about Lloyd.
Presea Combatir dusted uncurled herself and dusted the glass from her shoulders. “Lloyd Irving?”
“Hi, Presea. What’s up? Want some pizza?”
“Yes, thank you.” In true Loony Tunes style, she carefully removed one slice before taking the entire rest of the pie and consuming it in three bites. Considering each of the boys was still on their first piece, it amounted to about half a pizza. “Now, we have a situation at Nerv.”
“Is it Colette again?” Lloyd asked picking his slice off the floor. “What island did she sink this time?”
“Britain,” she deadpanned, “but that’s not important. And I don’t mean the normal level of importance.” She pulled him close so that their eyeballs were almost touching. Isn’t that a lovely image? “I mean dodecatuple secret important.”
“Sooooo…an Angel?” Lloyd stuffed the floor pizza into his mouth.
Presea blinked. “Yes. That.” Without another word she hefted Lloyd over her shoulder and left – by jumping out another window and running down the street.
For several minutes – yes, minutes – no one in the restaurant spoke. They shared a collective “Did that just fucking happen?” without any measurable level of interaction between them all. Very slowly, they arrived at the conclusion that, maybe a little girl with pink hair just leapt through a window, ate half a pizza, kidnapped a older boy, and jumped through another window and ran down the street.
“Emil…I need you to hit me.”
Having lost his appetite, Emil dropped his pizza back onto the spotless platter. “What? Why?”
“I think I’m in love, but I’m not sure. Hit me.”
“Um…ok.” Emil got to his feet and wound his arm back. It was a weak punch, he knew – Genis barely flinched – but hey, he didn’t want to hurt his friend. As would become a recurring situation, helping his friend went very badly for Emil. Genis suddenly jumped up in the air and delivered a flying roundhouse kick to his face, sending him careening across the restaurant. He landed on his back in the middle of a couple’s date night. They ignored him and continued to suck face over his limp body.
“Sorry – reflex,” the half-elf offered unapologetically. “Hm. I still feel the same. Not even hurting Emil did anything. Yep. I’m definitely in love with that insane pink-haired girl who possesses the strength of ten men.”
Emil gurgled on the blood pooling in the back of his throat.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 3, 2011 14:26:51 GMT -5
More Seele. I'm thinking of having them function more as a Greek Chorus than anything else - at least until their plot comes up. A Greek Chorus full of infighting and betrayal.
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10: FINALLY! Shamshel appears!
03: Shush! Don’t spoil the ending!
10: We were there, old man. We saw what happened.
03: Who are you? What are you doing in my house?
05: You forgot about his short-term memory loss, didn’t you?
10: Not really. I just don’t pay attention to the rest of you.
05: Fair enough.
And then there was a sudden woosh of fire from the direction of 01’s monolith. It burned for a few seconds before sputtering out.
11: Did we set a fire trap in his office?
04: Not yet; I hadn’t gotten around to it.
12: Then…what…was…that?
02: Excuse me! I am in charge here! I will determine what was and what was not!
06: …Huh?
01: There. All of the raccoons are dead, burned, eliminated. Gone. Forever. Now we can get back to business.
10: Oh boy.
02: Sorry to say, but your services are no longer required in this council. I have assumed direct control of this –
11: Stop, just stop. I know the author hasn’t played Mass Effect 2. So please, don’t use that quote.
09: …
04: So, um, where were we?
12: I…don’t…re…mem…ber…
11: I did remember, but he took so long to talk that I forgot. Something about me, perhaps?
06: No. We think it has somethings to do with –
01: EXCUSE ME I WAS ATTACK BY A HORDE OF RACCOONS.
05: Oh yeah; we were there. Heh.
08: Squawk!
02: Hey you kids, get off my lawn!
01: Let’s…let’s just continue.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 3, 2011 14:49:51 GMT -5
“Looks like a penis.”
Everyone turned to stare at Sheena, who turned bright red.
“What? It does?”
More stares.
“Excuse me; I’m going to get a drink.”
Yuan and Raine exchanged a look before turned back to the large holographic display. It showed the Fourth Angel, Shamshel coming in from the ocean and making landfall at Odawara.
“Looks like the JSSDF is pulling back,” Raine said. “As are the UN forces. They aren’t going to keep trying much longer.”
“Honestly,” Yuan sighed, “I would have given up after the first one.”
Right on cue, Richter spun around in his seat. “All forces have retreated. They are demanding you launch an Eva.”
A vein bulged on Raine’s forehead. “I have half a mind to keep them in just because they asked us. Smug bastards, thinking they can order us around.”
The Vice Commander cleared his throat. “Um, actually they can.”
“That’s just what we want them to think.” Kratos’s command platform rose up from the floor.
“No, that’s what they…what?”
“Precisely. Professor Sage understands, isn’t that right?”
“Absolutely, Commander.”
Yuan sighed. He felt someone press a cool can into his hand. The person was Sheena; the can was beer. Hers was already half drained.
“Is Lloyd at least getting ready?”
Kratos nodded and brought it up on the big screen. Yuan’s jaw dropped. “Oh what the f –“
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 3, 2011 16:22:55 GMT -5
“Cool.”
Lloyd grinned at the sight of Unit 01 with the new equipment – Type L. Two progressive swords hung in sheaths at her hips.
Presea tilted her head. “I don’t feel emotion, but suddenly I am afraid.”
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“When did we make those?” Yuan demanded.
“Last week,” Kuchinawa responded offhandedly. “After we cleaned up the mess from – no wait, that hasn’t happened yet. We’re still in a flashback.”
A beat. Yuan drank deeply from the can. “So last week, huh?”
“Yep,” Colette agreed. “It’s basically just a large progressive knife. Really all the trouble was convincing the UN to let us make them.”
“And how did we manage that?”
“We threatened to give Colette the coordinates to all the world’s major cities and leave her alone in here for five minutes.” Richter made a point of not looking at the Vice Commander as he spoke.
Yuan’s can crunched in his grip, spilling beer over his hand. “Is that why Britain vanished?”
“Sadly, no.”
“That one was an accident,” she giggled.
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04: Are we certain we don’t want to destroy them? I mean, they sank Britain on accident.
01: Quite certain. We require them to defeat the Angels.
10: Wait a minute. Aren’t we the ones sending the Angels at them?
01: Yes, what’s your point? Do I need to show you the list again?
10: No, I mean… We’re sending the Angels to their deaths. That’s kinda sick, isn’t it?
01: Obviously you’ve never had underlings before. Sending them to their deaths comes with the job.
02: Like what I’m trying to do with the rest of you.
09: …
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 3, 2011 18:15:23 GMT -5
Underlings man
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 3, 2011 18:15:37 GMT -5
While all of that was going on, the citizens of Tokyo-3 were busy being evacuated to their shelters, which were located somewhere safe apparently. But I doubt the integrity of the shelters - although I think that was sort of the point in the series as well. They make people feel good about the Angel attacks.
Anyway, it was in one of these shelters of dubious safety that Emil and Genis (and the rest of their class, I guess) was herded.
“It’s not fair,” Genis muttered. Mind you, this wasn’t the first time he had said this since coming down here. He repeated this phrase every couple of minutes until Emil finally asked him what he was talking about. “My sister helped build the giant robot that’s going to be fighting and destroying our city – and I don’t even get to see it!”
“I don’t…think that’s – “
“Man, I should be out there watching. Or at least down with Nerv.”
Emil decided that arguing with him would just result in another flying roundhouse to the face. And he still couldn’t see straight from the last one.
“I’ve got a plan.”
How Emil hated those words.
“Hey, Class Rep!”
Marta looked over.
“We both have to go to the bathroom.”
“We do?” Emil whispered, he voice full of panic.
“Yes, now shut your face.”
Marta raised an eyebrow. “Together? Isn’t that a little…gay?”
“Look,” Genis said levelly. “The Angel is basically a giant penis. This chapter can’t get a whole lore more homoerotic than that.”
“Hm, good point. Go ahead.”
The other girl she was talking to watched the boys leave and said, “You’re really just going to let them go? Weren’t they acting a little suspicious?”
“Probably. But my head is too full of Genis/Emil slashfiction right now.”
“Yeah…”
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 5, 2011 3:17:39 GMT -5
today was a useless day of Boatmurdered Dwarves, pointless adventures, and zombie killings. Tomorrow I'll...
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...probably get around to finishing this chapter
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 5, 2011 3:29:21 GMT -5
No day can be wasted if it's wasted via boatmurdered.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 5, 2011 20:28:15 GMT -5
guess I lied.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 5, 2011 20:36:45 GMT -5
Nigger
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 8, 2011 18:47:59 GMT -5
Wow, I...actually...I can't come up with anything. The battle with Shamshel is beginning...but I got nothing. Hm. I guess I'll give it some time. I usually end up writing the chapters in long bouts anyway.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 8, 2011 20:12:52 GMT -5
or you could go to yee ole NPE.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 8, 2011 20:17:57 GMT -5
I got nothin on that front, neither.
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