Ezekiel S Mission

[06:52] * Aline was making her way off towards a room she had only been in once before, but… yet was familiar enough, what with her being housed briefly on this battleship. It would be very soon that she'd arrive at the entrance. Quick words passed, words more or less mere formalities at this point, with the guards stationed outside. But what she wanted, what she'd walk towards now? Was within.
[07:03] <Minaplo> [Ezekiel the 'emissary' was within, sitting upon the bed with his legs folded, his strange rod sitting neatly in front of him, easily within arms' reach. A small pile of books had formed around him- as Aline entered he put one aside and looked up, smiling politely and curiously.]
[07:10] * Aline paced within and made sure the door was closed, before making a little smile of her own back at him. "Hello. I was introduced already at the initial meeting, but it was suggested I come and talk with you more informally - and I'll admit more than a bit of my own curiosity."
[07:12] * SyntaxTerror is now known as W
[07:17] * W is now known as Weaver
[07:24] <Minaplo> ["Curiosity? What about?"]
[07:28] * Aline pulled out the desk chair, turning it to face Ezekiel, and sat down. "Rare is the chance to speak with an Angelic being, so it's a sort of feeling of… trying to apprehend something one understands only incompletely. But even beyond that…" She briefly looked distant. "You remind me of someone of my past. Mostly in air and demeanor, though."
[07:30] <Minaplo> ["Is that right? What were they like?"]
[07:35] <Aline> "Well. Floating, in a metaphorical sense. Ethereal, distant yet knowledgable. By my kind's standards, 'strange' might even be used."
[07:45] <Minaplo> ["So am I ethereal to you, then?"]
[07:51] * Aline sort of waved her hand. "A little. It's not… severe, per se, but there's a certain unmistakable quality. It's almost like a cultural difference, just writ over a bit larger of a gap."
[08:05] <Minaplo> ["And is this a good thing or a bad thing?"]
[08:10] <Aline> "Flatly put, it's actually neither? It has a measure of allure to it, but it can sometimes impede interaction at other times. It's very much just a descriptor with its own ups and downs."
[08:22] <Minaplo> ["I see! How curious." Said Ezekiel. "Then let us hope it does not impede us."]
[07:08] * Aline smiled calmly. "I expect it shouldn't."
[07:15] <Minaplo> [He stared at her, blinking occasionally and very slowly. He seemed to be giving her his full attention, but it was a peculiar experience; there seemed to be more attention there to give than for most people.-
[07:15] <Minaplo> ["I imagine you must have many questions."]
[07:17] * Aline chuckled softly. "Oh, definitely. But yet… many of them seem either rude, or out of place. It's strange in that way." She tilted her head a little bit, thinking. "Like, asking about your purposes seems out of place to the more casual air, yet asking blunt questions about your nature… seems to be /too/ blunt, so I'm almost at a loss to decide which question to ask!"
[07:33] <Minaplo> ["That's a lot of confliction. Would you like me to help you?"]
[07:35] * Aline smiled again, this time with less calm and more a general mix of emotion. "That'd be good. I imagine something more… as it is said, from the heart, might be more appropos. And we don't even need to just talk about you, either…"
[07:47] <Minaplo> ["Then let me assure you that nothing you ask will offend me. I am here to -help- discussion, not hinder it. So feel free to ask whatever you want."]
[07:49] * Aline bowed her head slightly. "Then I think… first thing, just getting it out of the way, but who are you in relation to the Warmaster, and in general? I realize it's a bit of an open-ended question, but…" In spite of the assurance, Aline still was a bit nervous.
[07:59] <Minaplo> ["An expected question, but one with a complex answer. I am his herald, and in that case I am a constructed entity designed for that purpose, merged with a willing human. You understand that the soul has inherent traits that can never be removed and cross all boundaries?"]
[08:04] <Aline> "Yeah… It's those traits that truly define a self."
[08:09] <Minaplo> ["The Warmaster has an innate code that he follows, when it comes to conflict and war. The relevant points to me here are… First: the enemy must know he is their enemy (which you do now…). Second: the enemy must be capable of communicating with him if possible (which is why I'm here…). Third: the enemy, if weaker than the Warmaster (which is often…), is entitled to certain
[08:09] <Minaplo> assistance."]
[08:18] <Aline> Someone else - like, maybe, Asuka - might have been insulted at the insinuation that they might be considered a weaker opponent, but Aline nodded softly. "So, essentially, it's a formal declaration of hostilities, but also… a hand extended to slightly even the field for his purposes. All wrapped in another being in this case."
[08:25] <Minaplo> ["That's right. The Warmaster designed me explicitly to be his mediator in situations like this. He knew very long ago that he might be in a situation where direct contact was impossible."]
[08:36] <Aline> "Rare it must be, to find such situations. But everything about this encounter we're having is something of a rarity." Aline mused, obviously to Ezekiel, but in some measure to herself as well. "Then I guess that answers my question rather neatly…"
[08:52] <Minaplo> ["Glad to be of service."]
[08:56] * Aline tapped her finger idly, even absently, thinking. "Sorry, I… wasn't… er. I'm not sure what I'm sorry about, but I feel apologetic." She suddenly shook her head. "Nevermind that. Maybe you have some kind of curiosity about me? Or maybe not, I'm not entirely sure."
[09:01] <Minaplo> ["Have you seen a 'movie'?"]
[09:02] * Aline nodded. "A few, yes. Some old, some new."
[09:03] <Minaplo> ["What are they like?"]
[09:11] * Aline took a breath. "Well… at the core of them, they're stories. From there, though, things progress. They try their hardest, through trickery with imagery, to represent the world of the story as images and sounds, as if it were a true recording - or, in some cases, a stylized representation. Of course, the conceit is that the viewers know it's a fictional tale - even so, it can be
[09:11] * Aline an immersive experience, with empathy for the situations the imagined characters go through, and there's a whole little 'world' of concern for the ability to portray such characters, and tracking those actors who do so. Of course, that's… just only a small element of the idea of celebrity, but it's a common detail of moviegoing!"
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[09:25] <Minaplo> ["That's a curious way of telling stories, but a creative one."]
[09:29] * Aline nodded, genuinely smiling. "Cultural developments like that can get pretty involved, in all honesty. It's sort of fun to explain, though."
[09:39] <Minaplo> ["Ah! You are having fun."]
[09:45] <Aline> "Yes." Aline said, though with a bit of a quizzical look. "Was it unexpected?"
[09:46] <Minaplo> ["No! I am making an observation. You have fun explaining things."]
[09:55] <Aline> "Ohhh. Well yes, I do. Probably something to do with my inherent traits, eh?"
[10:03] <Minaplo> ["Indeed."]
[10:09] * Aline folded her arms a little, and leaned back in her chair. "Hm. So… while I'm thinking of things, what kind of assistance would we even be getting, anyway?"
[10:09] <Minaplo> ["Information, primarily."]
[10:18] <Aline> "Makes sense. It'd be rather difficult, all told, for the Warmaster to give out a material boon that'd have any meaning for Evangelion combat."
[10:20] <Minaplo> ["Correct."]
[10:28] * Aline nodded. "Yeah. What, idly, /do/ you think of how we conduct ourselves in battle?"
[10:39] <Minaplo> ["You use tactics and the flexibility awarded to you by number to destroy stronger units. You remain flexible."]
[10:41] <Aline> "Yeah, doctrine of mobility helps too. It's… definitely complicated, and more than a few of our enemies - of which there are surprisingly several - portray a lot of difficulties even then."
[10:46] <Minaplo> ["I can imagine."]
[10:48] * Aline was almost about to launch into a whole rant, but stopped herself. "I… probably shouldn't lament my difficulties too much. Honestly, while I'm an even hand at it, I'm probably not 'meant' for battle."
[10:50] <Minaplo> ["What do you mean?"]
[11:00] * Aline shook her head, now frowning a bit. "Well… Inherently, I prefer studying and gathering knowledge, learning about the world, that sort of thing. It makes a fair tactitian I suppose, but at the same time, it means my heart is in another place."
[11:14] <Minaplo> ["You don't enjoy fighting."]
[11:25] <Aline> "Not particularly, no. There's stress and risk of life and limb, and the panic of indecision creeps in too at times."
[11:31] <Minaplo> ["But are you good at it?"]
[11:34] * Aline sort of helplessly shrugged. "Good enough. The other pilots are much better at basic combat than I am, I just manage to produce enough tactical effects to push through on my own." There was a rueful chuckle. "I have a way of either being of scant little help at all… or instantly deciding the entire battle in one fell swoop."
[11:42] <Minaplo> ["A tempest."]
[11:47] * Aline thought on that for a while, even chewed on it. "…Interesting way to describe it…" She seemed somewhat dubious, as if she didn't deserve such a title.
[11:54] <Minaplo> ["It is easy to forget the tempest in calm weather!" He said, laughing. "Come. Let us discuss something else. You must eat, of course?"]
[11:58] * Aline seemed to forget herself for a second, before smiling softly. "Oh, yes, of course~"
[12:00] <Minaplo> ["And lilim take pleasure from eating? Forgive me, I say things we both know, but this is of interest to me. Since my mission begun I have regularly had to eat and found myself more indisposed towards some types of food than others."]
[12:06] * Aline nodded quickly, folding her hands on themselves. "Yes, there are various tastes and flavors and… well. It was originally a measure, probably, to secure the correct flow of nutrients, but since modern society provides food easily, the model is sort of… 'off'. And as such it just becomes a matter of personal preference to some extent!"
[12:14] <Minaplo> ["Impulses that began to serve nature will ultimately reverse." Said Ezekiel. "What do you enjoy eating?"]
[12:18] * Aline scratches her chin for a second or two… "Well, curry's nice, I like chicken sandwiches… cheeses, I sample cheeses ever so often… But not alcoholic beverages."
[15:22] <Minaplo> ["Alcoholic beverages?"]
[15:23] * Aline blinked. "Asking why I don't prefer them, or what they are?"
[15:25] <Minaplo> ["The former."}
[15:32] <Aline> "Ohhh, okay. I couldn't be too sure." Aline said, but pursed her lips. "Anyway, I don't like them because they taste like burning, and more importantly, I'm rather susceptible to it. Doing stupid things and being impaired isn't really my idea of fun. I once had to do battle - in a more conventional vehicle… sorta - while drunk! It was very taxing, I had to use a lot of grit and willpower
[15:32] <Aline> to operate everything correctly."
[15:40] <Minaplo> ["I see. What do you prefer to drink, then?"]
[15:42] * Aline tilted her head left and right a few times. "Soda, juice, that sort of thing."
[15:52] <Minaplo> ["I myself have subsisted off water." He turned to his left slowly, staring at the window.-
[15:53] <Minaplo> ["The Warmaster has requested that humanity surrender within three weeks." He said suddenly.]
[15:55] * Aline was naturally a bit taken aback by that, but regained composure. "…You and I probably know that that won't happen. Hence, to some extent, your mission here."
[15:57] <Minaplo> ["No, it won't." Said Ezekiel, turning to look at Aline once again. "But it should. It is not so bad, to surrender to the Warmaster."]
[16:01] * Aline canted her head now. "Oh? What would the conditions be, anyway?"
[16:04] <Minaplo> ["Unconditional. Lilim are granted three weeks to put their final affairs in order, then surrender the body and soul of our Mother to the Warmaster."]
[16:10] * Aline canted a bit further. "And then… what? Lilim life is annihilated to create an Angelic world, or…?"
[16:14] <Minaplo> ["This world will belong to Angelkind, yes, but we must be sensible and think from a spiritual perspective. Arrangements will be made for the souls of Lilim."]
[16:16] * Aline seemed to slacken a little - in the sense that she wasn't /as/ tense. "What would those arrangements be, if you don't mind my asking?"
[16:19] <Minaplo> ["The dissolution of all the Lilim, and the sealing of Lilith- or her exile, depending on variables unknown."]
[16:21] * Aline scratched her chin a little. "I suppose attempting to repair the Black Moon and getting it - somehow - to the planet originally intended for it is probably far too impractical - and would put us at the mercy of Lilith, who doesn't truly respect our existence either."
[16:25] <Minaplo> ["The fate of the lilim is, one way or another, to disappear." Said Ezekiel. He wasn't being insulting; he said it as though it were just an obvious truth, like the sky was blue. "The only question is what is made from the remains. Can you send a message of my own to your commander?"]
[16:27] <Aline> "Yeah, I can." Aline said plainly.
[16:30] <Minaplo> [He took out a sheet of paper and a pen, and quickly began to write. After a few minutes he handed it to Aline.-
[16:31] <Minaplo> [The handwriting was neat and tidy, and the letter was easy to read: he wished for permission to go to the city and partake in things such as 'movies' or other weird lilim stuff.]
[16:33] * Aline read calmly, then looked back up at him. "Well, I'll see what I can do. She might insist on you being guarded or something, but it's otherwise reasonable."
[16:39] <Minaplo> [His calm face turned into a warm one, with a wide friendly smile. "Thank you very much, Aline Blanc."]
[16:42] * Aline stood up gently from her chair, folding up the letter slightly. "You're welcome, Ezekiel. This has certainly been interesting."
[16:47] <Minaplo> ["I would hope so."]
[16:50] * Aline gave a little smile, before heading to the door and - if not somehow stopped by more to say, leaving. This /was/ certainly interesting, and she didn't know what to make of all this yet.

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