Tales of Evangelion Discussion

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Raine hits on Kratos.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

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this chapter is going to be the last chapter before the three-part Flashback

A New Flashback
The Flashback Strikes Back
Return of the Flashback

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yes

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oh shit, i almost forgot about the wonder chef

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OH GAWD

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yeah. Working on him as we speak

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“Goooooooooood mooooooooning, Sunshiiiiiiiiine!”

Groggily, Sheena opened one eye and immediately shut it against the harsh sunlight. Also she was pretending that Zelos was not poised over her. “Go away, Zelos, it’s too early for this.”

“Ah, that old phrase,” he said wistfully. “How many times have I heard it from you?”

“And yet you never gave up.” She pushed her head under her pillow. “As long as you’re here, would you mind getting me a cup of coffee? I can smell Lloyd making some right now.”

It wasn’t until he reached the doorway that Zelos paused. “Wait. Can you smell the coffee? Or can you smell Lloyd?”

No answer.

“Right.” Uncertainly, Zelos entered the kitchen and found Lloyd dutifully brewing. “Yo, Llyod, my man. The sleeping temptress desires a cup of joe to chase away the pounding in her head.”

Lloyd stared at him blankly.

“Coffee, man. Sheena needs coffee to get rid of her hangover,” he explained exhaustedly.

“Oh. Why didn’t you say so? Here. Careful, it’s hot.”

Zelos took the steaming mug by the handle gingerly. “Wow, it really is; I should get this to her quickly, then.” He started away.

“Actually, I lied. It’s really iced coffee.”

“What?” Suddenly the mug was freezing to the touch, which nearly caused Zelos to drop it. “The fuck? How did you do that? This mug was burning up not two seconds ago!”

“That’s because it’s actually hot.”

A blast of steam hit Zelos in the face as the coffee was suddenly boiling again; he dropped the mug and it shattered across the floor. “What is this witchcraft?” he demanded from Lloyd.

“I don’t see any coffee in my hand!” Sheena yelled from the other room.

“In a moment, my sweet!” He snatched up another mug and glared at Lloyd. The swordsman-in-red grinned a stupid, toothy grin and drank his devil coffee.

Sheena awaited with her open hand protruding from beneath the blanket. It snapped at him impatiently.

“You, uh, might want to be careful with this.”

“I know how Lloyd’s coffee works,” she replied, using her hand as a talking puppet. “Stop screwing around and hand it over, bucko!” The hand puppet snatched the coffee from him and disappeared underneath with it. Ten seconds later, it reappeared, looking contented. “Much better,” it said.

“Can you stop with the hand puppet? It’s creepy.”

“What? You used to love my hand puppet.” She fixed it into a frowning face.

“Not when it was talking to me; I loved it because of its other talents.” He rubbed his chest with the memories. “Oh, yes.”

“Lloyd, door!” Zelos barely had time to wonder what that meant before Sheena burst from underneath the covers with a kick to the chest hard enough to send him flaying backward down the hall, and out the front door, which had been opened by Lloyd. He collided with the railing outside and slid to the ground.

“Thanks for stopping by,” Lloyd said and shut the door.

Zelos felt the back of his head for blood. When he found none, he checked his manhood. “Just like old times,” he grinned.

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“Wake up!” Raine brought her foot into Genis’ stomach with enough force to dent a brick wall. Thankfully he was an Elf, so that made him more resilient to the blow, or something. Either way, it hurt like hell and nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“Sis,” he croaked, rolling around in pain. “I’m awake…o god, I think you kicked my kidney into my small intestine.”

“Wonderful, you’re awake.” Her voice was sweet and motherly, as if she hadn’t just kicked her little brother in gut, full-force. Which she totally had. “I have to go into work, but I made breakfast; it’s on the stove. Clean up when you’re done. Don’t leave this house in a mess.”

Genis wouldn’t dare. The last time he hadn’t cleaned up had resulted in a severe whipping from a wet noodle. He still couldn’t eat pasta. “You didn’t have to wake me up for that.”

“I know. I just didn’t want you sleeping peacefully while I was working. Have fun today!” Genis waited until he heard the front door slam before he sat up. Raine’s ability to switch dispositions at the drop of a hat alarmed him. He was fairly certain she had some sort of mental problem, like schizophrenia, but valued his own life more than her mental well being.

Muttering to himself, he rolled over and tried to sleep again. Raine’s cooking was notoriously bad; not a single person who had diner on her slop walked away with an intact colon. He’d clean up later, before he had to meet Lloyd and the others. “Ugh, my kidney.” It still felt dislocated. The irony of the situation was the Raine practiced Healing magic and was therefore the only one who could fix him up.

Unable to sleep from a combination of the kick and the horrible smells wafting in from the kitchen, Genis threw off the covers and shuffled to the bathroom. Thankfully, he didn’t see and blood in his urine. Relieved, he finally made his way to the kitchen with every intention of tossing out the horrible mass that Raine tried to pass off as food.

“Perfect, she left the stove on.” There was but a single pot on the stove. The lid was on, so he couldn’t see what was cooking. Deciding he really didn’t want to know, he shut it off and stuck his head into the fridge, searching for something that wouldn’t turn him inside out over the toilet. He came away with two pieces of bread and a block of cheese that only had a small patch of green, fuzzy mold. As he prepared the lackluster sandwich, he heard the snick-snick-snick-woosh of the oven turning on, followed by the sound of the pot lid clattering.

He froze. Raine had left, right? He had heard the door slam. He was alone. So what the hell was that?

Armed with a moldy block of cheese and a butter knife, Genis approached the pot. He tapped the side of the pot with the knife. Twice. Three times. Nothing. Well, what did he expect? Still tense, he shut off the oven. Then something happened: her heard a noise from within the pot. He tapped the side of it again. Whatever was inside tapped back.

Not taking any chances, Genis dove onto the table and flipped in on its side, hiding behind the makeshift barrier. Once his heart stopped beating out of his chest, he peered over the table and studied the pot.

The lid rattled and a tentacle of spaghetti slithered out and wrapped around the controls for the flame, turning it to 6 before retreating back inside.

Genis sprinted back into his room and shove his desk in front of the door.

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Because I’m out of ideas at the moment, let’s follow Raine to work, shall we?

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“Alright, where is it?” Raine hadn’t set one foot out of the lift before she started ordering everyone around. “I want to know what you goons did with Gaghiel’s core and why is there no goddamn tea in my hand?” An instant later, a warm cup of tea appeared in her palm. “Thank you, Kuchinawa.”

The core of the last Angel had been excavated from the carcass and brought to NERV. Like with the other cores, they hoped to learn more about what made the Angel’s tick. To date, what they had learned fell into two categories: A. Stuff that could only be explained with made up terms, concepts, and pseudoscience; or B. Stuff that made no goddamn sense whatsoever. For instance, the Angel’s A.T. Field was explained away as being magic. Where exactly they came from is listed under “No goddamn sense”.

“Good morning, Sempai.”

“Morning, Colette. Richter. What’s the status on Gaghiel’s core?” The two visible members of the Bridge Crew gave the core a dejected look. It was suspended three stories above the workroom floor by way of ropes and a crane; it was still impaled by the Progressive sword.

“Right. Why hasn’t the sword been removed already?”

“Well,” Richter began, “we tried a few times, but it’s stuck in thee with glue, or something – I don’t know. So we decided it would just be easier to leave it.”

Raine sipped her tea thoughtfully. “Uh huh. Where’s Kuchinawa?”

“No idea.”

“I thought as much. Colette, go tell the crew to move the core up one level so the sword can be cut away and we can examine it properly.”

“Yes, Sempai.”

“So, Richter, what have we learned about the Angels?”

The half-elf shifted though his notes. “We have three new additions to category A – and over four hundred to category B. Among what we now of understand is that Angels are possibly Magitechnology creations. Unless they’re not. In which case most of Category A becomes Category B. Or even C.”

A silver eyebrow shot up. “What’s in Category C?”

“Hell if I know.”

She sighed. “What about then stuff that doesn’t make any goddamn sense whatsoever?”

“Well. There’s – “ He didn’t get to finish.

A large crash sounded from the five story work area, followed by Colette’s “Sorry!” The crashes sounded closer and closer until the core smashed through the room and carved out a jagged path of destruction and chaos. As if that wasn't bad enough, the sharp end of the progressive sword caught on the tiled floor and tore it up in mirror to the ceiling. Richter hastily stepped back to avoid a falling piece of ceiling. The death-sphere continued until it opened a path into Kratos’ large mausoleum office, where it hung like a giant red disco ball from hell.

Minutes later, Raine had the Bridge Crew gathered together. “Ok, team, what did we learn?”

Colette spoke first. “To watch where I walk because sometimes my feet take me places that involve heavy machinery that can kill people. And that’s terrible.”

Richter spoke next. “To appreciate every moment of my life because in one instant, it might be all be ended by a random act of stupidity. And that’s terrible.”

Kuchinawa didn’t answer because he was actually a scarecrow dummy of himself. And that's terrible.

Raine carefully absorbed all their answers before draining the last of her tea. “Very good, Kuchinawa: we didn’t learn a damn thing. And that’s terrible.”

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I love this.
Seriously, there's more awesome shit with every update.

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Ding-dong.

“I’ll get it!” Lloyd and announced, sprinting from somewhere in the apartment to the front door.

“Did a herd of elephants just run by here?” Asuka poked her head out of her room.

“No,” Sheena sighed. “Just Lloyd.”

“Even worse.”

“Asuka!” Lloyd shouted from the door. “It’s Emil and Marta. Ready to go?”

“Don’t rush me dammit!” She disappeared back into her room.

“Is she always like this?” Emil asked, gently trying to detach Marta from his arm; she hung on like a koala cub to its mother. Or a really, really, really, hot male koala. Or a – or a leech. Yeah, a leech. No, but leeches are gross; Marta is adorable like a koala. So…a parasitic koala. That’s the one.

“Yep. What you see at school is just a fraction of her evil.”

Emil placed a conciliatory hand on Lloyd’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“It looks like you have problems of your own.”

“Please,” Emil begged. “Don’t remind me. I can’t feel my arm anymore.”

“:3” she replied.

Lloyd asked Emil, “Did she just…?”

“Dude…don’t ask.”

“Hi kids,” Sheena hollered from the kitchen, brandishing a mug of Lloyd’s coffee. “Have you guys had this stuff? It’s like magic! No, I mean, seriously it’s magic; the damn thing switches from hot to cold and I can’t. Figure. Out. How!”

“Is she drunk already?” Emil asked.

“Probably,” Lloyd said with a shrug.

“Say, Sheena,” Marta yelled, squeezing Emil tighter; he though she was going to tear his arm off and beat him with it, which was weird because it didn’t make any sense at all. But Marta was being awfully clingy today. Also, the blood was pooling in his hand below where she had her vice grip, preventing it from reaching his brain, so he was probably a little woozy from that, as well.

Um…what was happening?

“What’chu want, Marta?”

“Who’s the sketchy looking guy hanging around your apartment?”

“Does he have red hair and a pink vest over a white shirt?”

“Well, he does have the pink shirt, but he’s wearing a hat and mask?”

“What kind of hat?”

“Looks kind of like a pimp’s hat.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, that’s Zelos. He thinks his masked swordsman persona will hide his identity. But little does he know that I helped invent the disguise in the first place!” She threw her head back in laughter. “The fool!” The kind of laughter from a supervillain. Or something.

“Oh.” Marta looked back to where Zelos was hiding behind the corner – badly; the brim of his hat was in full view. “Wait, what?”

Lloyd and Emil both shook their heads discouragingly. “You won’t like the answer,” her unrequited love informed her. “We never do.”

“But that – if she helped – how can he not know – uh, forget it.” Emil took the opportunity to slide a little of his arm out of her hug-of-death.

“Ok, I’m ready!” Asuka chose that moment to appear from her room. Really, she hadn’t need the time to change; she’d just sat there with her ear to the door because, obviously, she couldn’t miss the conversation. What if it was on a test later?

Which reminds me, are you all taking notes? What? You are? Well…stop.

“Hey, where’s the short one?”

Lloyd noticed for the first time that Genis was absent. Some friend he was. “Yeah, where is he?”

Emil shrugged, which came out awkwardly because Marta was holding his left arm down, so the shrug was one shoulder. Was his face paler than normal? Were his eyes unfocused? Probably.

“He said…that… he was going to meet…here…” Emil swayed on his feet, the pooling blood finally making him lightheaded. He staggered sideways into Marta, which earned him a “Squee!” and a tighter hug across his whole body. At least his arm was released and the blood flowing normally.

From somewhere deep in the bowels of the apartment, Sheena suddenly announced, "Yes, yes! This is brilliant!"

“Well,” Asuka announced, ignoring just about everything else that was happening. “Let’s go find the little twerp, then.”

“Oh, Asuka,” Sheena called. “Take Pen Pen with you. He’s been cooped up in his refrigerator for most of this week and needs to go for a walk.” As if that wasn’t the strangest sentence ever uttered. Actually it wasn’t. One of the ones from the last section – Richter or Raine said it. You know the one.

The hot springs penguin waddled up to the Second Child and blinked skeptically. Well, alright, he seemed to be saying. Let’s get this over with.

Was it possible? Could the penguin have known what coming next? I doubt it, but is he did, then that makes him so fucking awesome. Either way, he was not prepared.

You are not prepared, either!


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Corrine poofed into existence on Sheena’s shoulder. The table was littered with papers and diagrams; it was the most he had ever seen her write or read. Ever.

“Sheena, what the hell is all this?” Oh god, even his swear words are adorable.

“This, my furry little friend, is the end result of too much magic coffee!”

“Um.” She had a wild look in her eyes. “How much magic did you add to the coffee?”

“It’s all natural, baby.”

“Wait for me, guys!” Corrine disappeared in a puff of smoke and reappeared beside Pen Pen. “I wouldn’t recommend going back there anytime soon.”

“Wark,” which meant something like, If it were up to me, I would never go back.

“Me neither, dude. Me neither.”

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PenPimp

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I have literally no idea what Sheena is planning. So, whenever she decides to implement it, it will be a universal surprise.

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Nobody answered the door when Asuka knocked, but maybe that was because her knocks were more like the pounding of a tax collector – or a court summons. “Hey, pipsqueak!” she shouted. “Open the door!”

“Maybe nobody’s home?” Emil suggested between attempts to dislodge Marta from around his leg. She’s so affectionate.

“That’s impossible,” Asuka retorted.

“Why is it impossible?”

“Because I said so that’s why.” She pounded again before turning away in a huff. “Whatever. We don’t need him anyway.”

Curious, Lloyd went up and twisted the handle; it opened. “The door is unlocked, so somebody’s home.”

“Wait!” Emil damn near shouted at Lloyd. “We can’t just walk on in to someone else’s home.”

A look of genuine confusion crossed his face. “Why not? We do it all the time.”

“It’s rude.”

“Look, kid,” Lloyd explained like he was talking to an ignorant little brother. “I’m not an idiot. I’ve been around the block – and that block is a world or two – and in my experience, doors work like this: if they’re locked, then either you aren’t supposed to go in them or you need to find the key. If doors are unlocked, then you are supposed to go in. Inside you find one of four things: another room, enemies, treasure, or plot exposition.” Pulling the door open, he stepped over the threshold. “Personally, I’m hoping for treasure.”

“I think that might have been the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life ever,” Asuka remarked. “I mean what kind of idiot would - ?”

“We’re already inside!” Marta called back to her as Emil struggled to walk while weighed down by the eighty-something pounds of teenage hormones attached to his leg. Pen Pen and Corrine also followed along, leaving Asuka alone outside.

“Damn it!” She stomped inside.

The interior of Genis’s apartment was in such a state of disrepair that Presea would be like “Damn this is dirty!” You know…because her apartment’s a mess? Oh yeah, I guess we haven’t experienced that memory yet. Anyway, the thing of it was that it all looked recent. As far as any of them knew, neither Raine nor Genis was a slob.

“Why is all of the furniture turned over?” Emil wondered aloud.

“Why is there spaghetti sauce all over the walls?” Lloyd questioned the red stains.

“Why won’t Emil reciprocate my love?” Marta asked, unintentionally aloud.

“Why are you all just standing around, gaping like morons? Move!” Asuka pushed past them and took charge of the situation as she was apt to do. “Hey, short-stack, where are you?”

There was silence for a minute. Then, “In here.” It came from the direction of Genis’s room. When they opened the door, they found him cowering behind an overturned kitchen table with his desk pushed in front of the sliding door. He was met with a series of dumfounded looks. “Get in here, quick!” With a series of shrugs, they climbed over the desk and into the makeshift bunker. “Here, put these on.” It was then that Asuka noticed Genis was wearing a spaghetti strainer for a helmet.

“I will most certainly not be wearing that,” she declared as he handed her one. Lloyd affixed his uncertainly and Emil set one on Marta’s face.

“But you have to!” Pen Pen waddled into view as Corrine appeared in a puff of smoke. “Or else it’ll eat your brains!”

Emil, halfway into putting his on his head, stopped, and tossed it aside. “Ok. I’m out.”

“Wark?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd agreed. “What’s going on?”

With fearful eyes, Genis crept forward and opened the door slightly. “There.” He pointed at the pot sitting atop the stove. “In the pot. There’s a monster!”

“A monster?” Lloyd drew his swords. “Well then, we’ll just have to take care of – Asuka what are you doing?”

He patience wearing thin, Asuka hopped over the desk and crossed to the kitchen. “Putting an end to this stupid game. Look, see, it’s just spaghetti.” She removed the pot; a puff of steam escaped into the apartment.

“NO! YOU FOOL!” Genis fell to his knees dramatically and implored the heavens. “YOU OPENED THE LID; YOU RELEASED IT! WE ARE ALL DOOMED!”

“Ok look, this is stupid. I’ve taken time out of my busy schedule to spend the day with you clowns. I was supposed to have a sync test today, but I talked the Commander into moving it to tomorrow.” Truth be told, all she had to do was imply that he was an extremely virile male specimen. She hadn’t even gotten all the way through her request before he walked out saying, “Yeah, sure, whatever,” and mentioned something about looking for Raine. She didn’t dare think of the implications.

“So here I am, putting up with your stupidity for today, but there’s only so much I can handle. Lloyd already tests the limit of my patience – and I have to live with him – but this? This is beyond comprehension. I don’t even think there are words to describe the level of idiocy I am witnessing, so I’m going to have to start inventing a few.” She cleared her throat in preparation for a list worthy of Dr. Cox and didn’t notice the horrible mass beginning to make its way out of the pot. Lloyd, Genis, Emil, Marta, Pen Pen, and Corrine watched with perverse fascination as the abomination of nature slowly came into view.

It leapt at Asuka.

“First off – AYIEEEEE! WHAT IS IT OH GOTTIN HEIMEL GET IT OFF GET IT OFF ASDFKJDFSNGKDSGNERSKJGNTRGDATSEOGBVDFSKNBRWBKJERB IOERBKRW MOWRB!”

Emil replaced his anti-brain eating helmet and shut the door.

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Down in the GeoFront, Presea continued to whittle her scale model of the Third Angel, Sachiel. She had spent weeks on this one carving, scarcely sleeping nor eating. It had to be perfect, right down to the last detail. The energy lances in the arms, the plague-mask face, the anatomically impossible dimensions, everything. Scattered around her were the splintered remains of failed carvings, individuals with minute flaws that prevented them from achieving perfection. But not this one; this one was perfect.

With the final splinter cut away, Presea Combatir, the First Child, set aside her knife to examine her handiwork. She turned it over and over many times in her hands, inspecting every last detail with the precision of a diamond cutter. Finding no flaw, she stood from her seat, put away her knife and went to the elevator to take her to the surface. Once above, she rode the Tokyo-3 Loop Line for two stops until she returned to her apartment.

She didn’t bother with the dishevelment of garbage, clothes, food, and teen magazine, instead making a beeline for her bedroom, where she placed the carving of Sachiel on her desk. It stood on its own; it looked as if at any moment, it might spring to life and bellow anti-Semitic propaganda.

Presea set her head on the desk, Sachiel’s meeting her at eye level. “Hello, my friend,” she said.

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“So, we’re all clear on the plan?” Lloyd asked a half hour later.

Emil frowned. “What? No! You didn’t tell us any plan; you just pulled us close and asked ‘So, we’re all clear on the plan?’ without any sort of lead in.”

“Oh.” Lloyd considered this for a moment. “Does anyone have a plan?”

Marta had since released Emil’s leg and was sitting with Pen Pen in her lap. “Well, it’s spaghetti, right? Why don’t we just eat it? I’m kind of hungry anyway.”

Emil made a face. “Ew, no. It’s been all over Asuka’s face and in her hair; I don’t want to eat pasta that has hair in it.”

“So you’re just going to let that monster eat her brains?”

“What if we washed it off in the sink?” Lloyd offered.

“With or without Asuka?” Marta asked.

Genis thought about it. “I guess that depends on whether or not we can get it all off of her before then.”

“Won’t that make her angry?” Emil shuddered.

“It’s that or have her brains eaten, Emil. Which would you prefer?”

“Ok fine. But, what, are we just going to eat plain spaghetti?”

“What do you mean?” Marta asked, rubbing Pen Pen’s head.

“Washing the noodle monster off will wash the sauce away, as well. I don’t eat spaghetti by itself.”

“That’s true,” Lloyd concurred. “Genis, do you have any butter or parmesan cheese in the fridge?”

“I have both,” he answered.

“Awesome. So. Genis, you secure the butter and cheese; Marta, you’re in charge of gathering the eating utensils; Emil, you and I are to get the spaghetti and/or Asuka to the sink for cleaning. Is everyone clear?”

“Clear!” they resounded.

“Alright, team – break!”

On cue, the side wall of his room exploded inward as Asuka appeared, the spaghetti monster still attached to her head. Her words still came out as keysmashes and she frantically clawed at the spaghetti. But it was spaghetti; ever try and hold onto that shit? It’s like fucking impossible.

“There it is! Get it!” Lloyd and Emil pounced on Asuka as Genis and Marta dashed over the desk into the kitchen. Together, the two boys were able to haul her to her feet and carry her. “To the sink!”

Corrine and Pen Pen watched the scene with a mixture of horrid fascination and perverse amusement. “Wark?”

“Dude, I have no fucking idea what’s going on.”

Somehow, Lloyd and Emil managed to get Asuka’s head under the faucet and turned the water on full stream. Behind them, Genis and Marta advanced, armed with forks, bowls, butter, and grated parmesan cheese.

“Wait,” someone shouted. “Please, friends, allow me to explain myself.”

It was Asuka, they realized, or rather, it was the spaghetti attached to her face. Emil shut the water off and they both let go of Asuka, letting her sink to the floor, gasping for breath. Pen Pen waddled over in curiosity and joined the circle of people staring down at her. Inexplicably, the spaghetti quivered and coalesced into a tight mass of noodles. Then, it lifted off of her face and proceeded to hover in the goddamned air! Two eyes manifested and stared out with curiosity.

“Peace, strange friends – I do not mean any of you harm.”

Lloyd took the talking, flying, spaghetti monster in stride. “Who are you and want do you want with Asuka’s face?”

“I do not know, one-who-is-clothed-in-red. I have only existed since earlier this day, when I was awakened inside the silver-pot-of-warmth. For the brief time that I lived inside of it, I was very happy, but then the time of heat ended and my home grew cold. Driven by the instinct to survive, I probed outside of my home. With knowledge that was present in my mind at birth, I reignited the flame of the world and heat was restored. Once more the heat vanished, and I had to restore it. But now I was aware of the larger world around me. I heard voices, many different voices in the world-beyond-my-world. When the roof of my world was removed and the heat of life began to rise away from me, I reacted on instinct, and attacked the one who would bring my world to an end. It was the on-who-wears-hair-in-two-tails that I believed was the destroyer-who-would-come. I see now that my assumptions were incorrect.”

It hovered over to Genis and extended a noodle. “Forgive me, child-with-silver-hair, for startling you.”

Rather than take the noodle, Genis just waved. “Yeah, uh, no, it’s fine. Really. And, my name is Genis, by the way.”

“Genis-by-the-way,” the thing repeated before moving to each of the others in turn. He learned You-can-just-call-me-Marta, uh-just-Emil, and Lloyd-of-Argos. Pen Pen and Corrine also introduced themselves.

“And lastly, let me offer my sincerest apologies, child-with-two-hair-tails – “

“Asuka…Langley…Soryu…” she whispered, seething with rage.

“My apologies, Asuka-Langely-Soryu,” it offered. “I acted out of self-defense for my home, but I see now that there is a whole world beyond what I know.” It flew over to the window and opened. “Farewell, my friends, I have much to see, and it will be many moons before I see you again.”

They all offered varying degrees of well-wishing as the flying spaghetti monster disappeared into the afternoon light. All except Asuka.

“I. Hate. You. All.”

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I. LOVE. ALL. OF. THIS.

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this chapter's not even finished yet

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SQUEE

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but i don't have anything else to do yet