Komm Susser Tod 2 1b

[09:06] <Minaplo> [Aline's camera had cut out sometime after the reports about the enemy Battleship arriving had filtered through.-
[09:06] <Minaplo> [After that… It had been silence.-
[09:10] <Minaplo> [There had been a moment of disorientation, one she'd recognised as the sensation of a Jaunt…-
[09:11] <Minaplo> [Then silence. Silence for a few minutes, before a voice came over the comms.-
[09:11] <Minaplo> [It was Fatima's voice, slightly distorted- perhaps due to some damage to the plug. ("You should not think Fatima a traitor.")]
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06[09:14] * Aline blinked a little bit at that. "…Huh? Why are you talking in the third person…?" She was, if nothing else, latching onto that /particular/ incredulity to try to steel herself for what she knew was coming next. Distractions.
[09:20] <Minaplo> [("We are not.")]
06[09:22] * Aline then paused. We, they said. "…Ah. My bad." She seemed a bit awkward about that, on some level. "…Not a traitor on grounds of not really being responsible for giving me over to the Synfront, or…?"
[09:23] <Minaplo> [("She was charged to assist you in destroying the egg and defeating the final Child of Adam. Both have been achieved with her assistance. Her compact was fulfilled.")]
[09:25] <Aline> "Oh. …I don't really care? She seems okay as a person as-is, but it's just… the shit we have to deal with with the war." Aline wasn't sure how much faith she had in that last sentence meaning anything to her, though.
[09:33] <Minaplo> [("Then give up.")]
[09:34] <Aline> "What. How does that even follow?"
[09:36] <Minaplo> [("You resist, so you suffer. Give up.")]
06[09:39] * Aline narrowed her eyes. "You're not very good at this whole 'persuading a human, lilim, or whatever you want to call me' thing, are you? If suffering alone was enough to quell resistance, then any number of premises could follow from that - from war not even happening as we know it due to the immediate capitulation of the first party to suffer, to humanity voluntarily submitting to
06[09:39] * Aline extinction at angelkind due to the suffering inherent to /that/ war."
[09:50] <Minaplo> [("Irrelevant. You should know when you have been conquered.")]
[09:58] <Aline> "The sheer use of relevancy as a standard, especially given your stiff, unemotive argument style…" Aline was looking rather frustrated, as if she was arguing with an AI. "…Suggests that this discussion has no actual point. You will discard many arguments on grounds of relevancy and merely insist on absolute recognition of 'being conquered'. Conquest is pathetic anyway. Guh. This is,
[09:58] <Aline> thus, /so/ dumb." Beat. Let's add some extra spite. "Or to put it in your phraseology… You insist, so you misunderstand. Give up."
[10:04] <Minaplo> [("You have been conquered. To insist otherwise is delusion. To grieve for your pain whilst prolonguing it is insipid. All that remains is the path of least resistance.")-
[10:05] <Minaplo> [Aline's plug shuddered slightly, and the comms suddenly cut out. The hatch of the Entry Plug suddenly slid open, a shaft of artificial light flowing inside.-
[10:05] <Minaplo> [A voice could be heard, shouting through a helmet comm. ("Extract yourself from the plug! Hands visible at all times!")]
06[10:07] * Aline did as ordered relatively quickly, stepping out, only using hands as needed to do the actual climbing-out thing… while otherwise holding them sort of off-center of her body with open palms.
[10:11] <Minaplo> [A squad of Stormtroopers was waiting for her, pulse carbines levelled at her. One of them jerked his head towards a door to her left, which sat open.]
06[10:13] * Aline advanced to said doors, keeping her hands held out like that… and sort of, not… looking away from the stormtroopers as she did so.
[10:16] <Minaplo> [The door closed behind her as she walked through.-
[10:18] <Minaplo> [The room was sparse, just a white tiled, white-panelled room about two metres across and long. Ahead of her was another door.-
[10:19] <Minaplo> [("Remove your plugsuit and all other accessories or worn items.") Came a voice over a hidden comms. ("When you are finished, proceed through the next door and await decontamination.")]
06[10:20] * Aline blinked a little bit… and sort of shrugged, before going ahead and doing just that, again. Taking off the plugsuit… then her glasses… And, well, if she had anything else, that too. Soon, though, the girl made her way to the decontamination room.
[10:27] <Minaplo> [The next room reminded her of nothing else but a school-style communal shower. As she entered, the water jets built into the roof activated, drenching her in bone-deep icy-cold water. She had no way to avoid it, and within seconds her entire body was shivering.]
06[10:27] * Aline tried to let out a /sigh/, but she just… had, instead, this unmoving flat stare on her face. Very annoyed, nonplussed, and generally unamused.
06[10:33] * Aline was, though, beginning to crack, there. Eyes distant… body shaking… It was enough to just stand. There was at least one point when she took a step a bit deeper into the shower, and nearly tripped on herself, because of how stiff and… almost enervated, her movements were soon becoming.
[10:41] <Minaplo> [The water stopped after two minutes. A door at the end of the room opened. ("Proceed to Processing and await further orders.")]
06[10:42] * Aline shuddered now, hands clenched around herself… but soon enough, she'd be wandering into the door that opened, walking stiffly, slowly, and more than a bit carefully to countermand how awkward her footing was.
[10:54] <Minaplo> [The room beyond was another chamber, this one with yet another door- flanked by two fully armed Stormtroopers, the red glare of their helmet visors sharp and bright in the stark whiteness of the room.-
[10:54] <Minaplo> [To one side, built into the wall, was a small bench, on which sat a white towel, a set of underwear, a white t-shirt and black shorts, and a white zip-up jumpsuit.]
06[10:55] * Aline sort of… just walked in, teetering slightly, before basically parking herself, still standing, in the middle of the room. She stared down towards the floor subtly, and… well. Awaited further orders.
[10:59] <Minaplo> ["Aline Blanc. The murderer returns." Muttered one of the guards.-
[10:59] <Minaplo> ["Dress yourself." Said the other.]
06[11:01] * Aline made a vacant nod. …She was aware of, and had honestly expected, the reaction there. Silent like the grave, Aline would towel off, then put everything on - towel, underwear, shirt and shorts, jumpsuit…
[11:07] <Minaplo> [The guards watched her as she dressed, the angry one clenching his free hand into a tight fist.-
[11:07] <Minaplo> [But eventually Aline would be dressed, and the door would open, revealing a man- one not in power armour.-
[11:15] <Minaplo> [He was tall, thin, dark-skinned with a handsome, elegant face, short black hair and sharp, small eyes. His uniform was immaculate.-
[11:17] <Minaplo> [He gave Aline a short bow. "Aline Blanc. Welcome to the Synthetic Geofront. I am Operations Director Narendra Gadhavi, and I will be your caretaker during your internment here."]
06[11:20] * Aline nodded her head a little bit. "I see." A beat. "Thank you for the greeting." …Despite the cordial /words/ used, Aline's tone was basically a step away from 'dead'.
[11:24] <Minaplo> ["Please, step this way." He stepped to one side.]
06[11:29] * Aline slowly nodded, again, before walking closer in his direction, out of the room. …She did cringe subtly, as if expecting the mutterguard to punch her or something.
[11:32] <Minaplo> [The mutterguard did not punch her.-
[11:32] <Minaplo> [The door closed behind her, and Narenda held his arm out, bent at the elbow as a gentleman might to his lady.]
06[11:37] * Aline craaaaned her head over to him, with a sort of 'is this a trap?' expression on her face. …But she hesitantly motioned her hand closer. …This was getting strange already.
[11:43] <Minaplo> [He gave her a small nod, and began to lead her away.-
[11:45] <Minaplo> ["You will be staying in my residence for the time being." He said. "As the Operations Director, my word is law here, and none would dare to break it. Anywhere else, and a Stormtrooper may be tempted to enact payment for past conflicts on your person. Soldiers bear long grudges, I am afraid." He patted her hand gently. "But you will be safe with me."]
06[11:48] * Aline stepped with him, gradually. and seemed lost in thought, at least for a decent amount of time. "I understand. A radiant Anti-AT Field is… far from a pleasant way to die, and is exceedingly indiscriminate. I don't blame them."
[11:52] <Minaplo> ["I am sure it must weigh heavily on your conscience." Said Narendra gravely. "Nevertheless, we must do what is necessary in times of crisis. To be judged poorly by history is infinitely greater than leaving none behind to write it."]
[11:53] <Aline> "So it seems. …And extinction is almost never preferable, yes." Aline said glumly right back, as they continued onwards.
[12:08] <Minaplo> ["It is as you say."-
[12:10] <Minaplo> [They continued on for another twenty minutes before they reached their destination. The large corridors of the Synfront had been left behind, as now they wandered through a residential area.-
[12:10] <Minaplo> [They stopped outside of one door, which Narendra unlocked by placing a single finger into a small scanner.-
[12:13] <Minaplo> [Within was- an apartment. Specifically, a multi-bedroom apartment, and they had walked into the living space. A large television sat on a fixture attached to the wall, around which the central space and furniture- a blue couch and two armchairs, all covered in soft leather- sat, snug and fat. The room itself was pleasantly warm, and reminded Aline for whatever reason of a cozy fireplace-lit
[12:13] <Minaplo> house in the middle of winter. It reminded her of the odd winter holiday with family, when she'd been younger…-
[12:15] <Minaplo> [Art hung on the walls, predominantly landscapes. Many of them seemed to be of rural areas, somewhat tropical-looking, although Aline could hardly be certain of that.-
[12:16] <Minaplo> [There was a well-equipped kitchen as well, with an electric stove and top, a large double-size silver refrigerator, a powerful-looking food processor and a handful of other appliances.-
[12:18] <Minaplo> [Once they were inside, he gently pulled his arm away. "Your bedroom has been prepared for you." He said. "It is just down the hall, second door on the right. Some clothes have been prepared for you, in various styles, although a digital tablet has been set up for you in case you wish to order some more. Dinner will be ready in two hours. I hope it is to your liking." He gave her a warm
[12:18] <Minaplo> smile.]
[12:23] <Aline> "…Well, thank you, for all of this." …Aline almost smiled back. It was awkward, it was nervous, and carried a rather clear-and-present undertone of 'there has to be a catch'. But… nonetheless, she'd soon stand for a moment, before… slowly inching off towards said bedroom.
[12:44] <Aline> » Aline's arrival soon went on to be - after appraising herself of the room - checking out said wardrobe. There were a number of outfits… From a sort of dark-blue dress that seemed a bit more flattering rather than concealing or floofy, yet still seemed to find a mix between European sensibilities and the Japanese 'gothic lolita' send-off of such… To a work-out outfit involving tight,
[12:44] <Aline> almost glossy black bikeshort-like shorts and a somewhat fancy sky-blue tank-top that seemed… maybe a bit too sleek or even silky? And had a few cut-outs on either side. Then… a sort of cut-in-various-places yukata-like outfit with surprisingly lavish red-and-gold patterns, detached sleeves, and a side-slit on the right… Something suspiciously like a pilot jumpsuit (not quite as
[12:44] <Aline> 'techy' as her plugsuit, but near-to) in green with white stripes running up the sides that seemed /impressively/ sheer… And then, possibly finally, a gauzy, orangeish two-piece that couldn't /quite/ decide if it was celebrating a more Africanesque design, or an Arabian harem/belly-dancer motif. With a bare midriff. Aline's reaction was… pretty taken aback.
[12:54] <Minaplo> [A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. ("How are you finding the room, Miss Blanc?")]
06[12:58] * Aline had had enough time to recover from the sort of… confusion at the certain 'slant' the outfits had. …This might be part of the pattern, the catch as it were. Yet… "It's quite well-appointed. Thank you, again…" Though she /did/ manage to dredge up a reminder of her fear of beatings or worse, as a conscious measure to make the thanking a bit more 'realistic'.
[13:01] <Minaplo> [("You're very welcome. You'll have to try a few on tonight and see how they look.")]
06[13:06] * Aline …eyed back at the closet. As if wonderin which was, indeed, the 'least evil'. "Of course. It'd be silly not to anyway, aheh…"
[13:10] <Minaplo> [There was a light chuckle from the door, before Aline heard his footsteps heading back towards the living room.-
[13:10] <Minaplo> [So.-
[13:10] <Minaplo> [This was her… Cell.-
[13:11] <Minaplo> [A double bed, with plain red sheets, red pillows and a thick burgundy blanket. The wardrobe, and its contents. A digital tablet sat on a bedside table, and a medium-sized flatscreen tv sat opposite the bed.]
06[13:15] * Aline eventually just… sat down on the bed with a tired flumph of a sit. So this was going to be it. …Possibly some sort of… at best, dress-up house-doll, and at worst, toy, for the Synfront's OD. It beat getting shot, hit, stabbed, kicked while down… but Aline had to wonder. When would the metaphorical stick come? And what the /hell/ was with 'distortion Fatima' anyway? Was the
06[13:15] * Aline DEVA-01? …and of course there'd probably be any number of interrogations or the like.
[13:18] <Minaplo> [What to do for the next two hours, though? Until her next chance to gauge this strange captor…]
06[13:30] * Aline would mostly while it out examining, or even 'casing' her room… checking what all she could see on the tablet, that sort of thing. Chances are she'd probably run out of things to do on that level before she just… flopped onto the bed, rolling around a bit to keep from falling asleep - instead just… sort of… working out 'issues', as it were.
[22:13] <Minaplo> [It'd be a few hours… Maybe she would drift off a little here or there, but eventually she'd hear a knock on the door, starting her out of her reverie. "Dinner!"]
[22:14] * Aline sat up with a drastic start, and let out a subtly-audible squeak!… Before kind of dazedly shaking her head. "Alright, I'm coming out then!" …She couldn't really gather enough will for a sing-songy tone, instead just heading for the door.
[22:28] <Minaplo> [Narendra stood by the dinner table, which was laden with dinner- in this case, a bowl of rice set alongside a bowl of bouillabaisse, a southern French fish/shellfish stew, mixed in with a gourmet's delight of herbs and seasonings and spices.-
[22:28] <Minaplo> [He pulled a chair out for her and gave her a small bow.]
[22:30] * Aline blinked a bit at the overtrues, maybe even wondering just what the hell was even going on… but soon politely bowed her head as if these were Japanese customs despite the utter absence of anyone remotely Japanese present. But she eventually sat down there. "It looks really well-made…"
[22:47] <Minaplo> ["Thank you. In fact, I fancy myself something of a cook. One becomes tired of prefab food after awhile- you know what I mean, surely." He pushed her in.]
[22:49] * Aline briefly tensed at the push, but… "I can imagine, even if I didn't. …Yeah, Geofront cafeteria wasn't bad, but it wasn't five-star-dining…" She briefly eyed the silverware, but figured that even suspiciously-generous hosts in a prisoner of war situation got to start eating first.
[22:58] <Minaplo> [Narendra sat down opposite her and began to eat, signifying that Aline could as well.-
[22:58] <Minaplo> [The food was pretty good.-
[22:58] <Minaplo> ["I figure you must be wondering: your friends survived the attack." He said all of a sudden.]
[23:02] * Aline was eating by then, and… "I… was maybe somewhat? But, I see, I see." She /did/ have a sort of quizzical expression at that suddenly being brought up, though.
[23:11] <Minaplo> ["Is there something wrong?"]
[23:17] * Aline was left completely wrong-footed at that, a small measure of stew just sitting in her mouth as she stared. …and stared a bit longer. She nervously swallowed the stew at that. "I uh… think… er. What even is going on?"
[23:18] <Minaplo> ["What do you mean?"]
[23:25] * Aline stared into the stew, that great culinary vortex of distraction. "I am on every single level a valuable prisoner in a /very/ bitter war. So the gratitude I have for being treated well… coexists with confusion as to it being as well as it /is/." A bit of a sigh, too. "Considering a history of captivity - LN-backed cults, Big Brother in Italy… you understand where I'm coming
[23:25] * Aline from, right?"
[23:28] <Minaplo> ["I do. Were you expecting some sort of torture? Perhaps solitary confinement?"]
[23:31] * Aline canted her head. "…No, or at least not immediately. I was just expecting 'neutral' treatment. Protecting me from being just lynched by vengeful stormtroopers is, uh, completely rational. And if nothing else, cruelty for its own sake is not really the MO I've come to expect from your side anyway. Idiots do that, and idiots don't provide a credible threat for long."
[23:33] <Minaplo> ["Ah, I see. It's the, for lack of a better term, 'privileged' treatment that is throwing you off."]
[23:39] * Aline took another spoon of soup. "Pretty much, yes. Were this a neutral meeting it could be chalked up to either pure hospitality or just a surprising fondness. …But the POW context…"
[23:40] <Minaplo> ["Simply hospitality, and perhaps sympathy." Said Narendra. "Or do you think being a prisoner reduces your status as a human being in my eyes?"]
[23:44] * Aline shrugged her shoulders. "Not in yours, no. …And honestly much of it is more the 'situation of duress' than it is being seen as subhuman or something like that. Like the Brothers just did a bit of smug philosophizing, threats, that kind of thing, before they really got aggressive."
[23:46] <Minaplo> ["I see."-
[23:47] <Minaplo> ["Well, either way, that's how it is." He said with a smile. "Are you enjoying the food?"]
[23:52] * Aline nodded her head at /that/ though! "It's rare that I actually do have finer, more regional cuisine. I sort of quickly fell into the habit of middle-class mass-culture dining in my youth."
[23:53] <Minaplo> ["Didn't we all?" He chuckled. "Do you care for some wine?"]
[23:55] * Aline shook her head. "No thanks, I tend to embarrass myself when drunk, and I enter that state very easily."
[23:57] <Minaplo> ["Oh, I see."-
[23:58] <Minaplo> [The rest of the meal passed amicably enough, and before long it was time to clear the table, and then turn off the lights and go to bed.-
[00:03] <Minaplo> [Before he went his own way, Narendra stopped to say something. "Tomorrow, I will be undertaking my duty as this base's OD. That means that you will be here alone for most of the day. Feel free to help yourself to the food and appliances."]
[00:05] * Aline calmly - she actually managed calm at this point, because her suspicion was at least slightly tempered by decentish conversation - nodded. "Understood, even if I'll try to be inobtrusive. …And a shut-in for my own good even if I was given free reign."
[00:06] <Minaplo> ["Thank you. Sleep well, Aline."]
[00:07] <Aline> "And you, Director Narendra." She said… let's call it cordially because it wasn't enervated/dead flat anymore, before heading to her bedroom.
[00:08] <Minaplo> [And so Aline would sleep, or perhaps not sleep, either or. At what time would she wake up?]
[00:10] * Aline would probably sleep but not necessarily /well/, and wake up somewhere around… uh. 7am, maybe 8am, local. A bit short of the mark, but not as short as she could be since chances are she's still mostly used to the same timezone band.
[00:15] <Minaplo> [And so she'd wake and emerge to Narendra, not quite gone, adjusting his uniform tie in a plain mirror that sat on the wall.-
[00:15] <Minaplo> ["Ah, Aline, good morning. How do I look?"]
[00:17] * Aline tried to get an honest glance! …Chances are very good that what she saw mostly fit what she'd /say/, though. "Fairly snappy and authoritative?" …There was the slight slur of tiredness though.
[00:18] <Minaplo> ["Good." He said, satisfied. "Time to go stomp the boot of fascism into some unsuspecting necks." He caught her eye and grinned.-
[00:19] <Minaplo> [He turned properly now, beckoning her towards him with his hands.]
[00:19] * Aline followed along, being careful to hide the 'really? /really/?' under a weird scrunched smile, before going ahead and walking closer!
[00:20] <Minaplo> [Was she in arms' reach yet?]
[00:22] <Aline> Yes, as much as her player is becoming eminently suspicious of the reason for that question.
[00:29] <Minaplo> [He took her hands in his, and held them up for him to kiss. "You are explicitly a prisoner here, Aline." He said softly. "But the only difference between you and almost everyone else here is that we're -allowed- to call you a prisoner. Don't forget that."]
[00:31] * Aline actually blushed, and legitimately so at that. "…That is not a thing I'd forget lightly. But thank you all the same." She sort of wavered a bit on that last one, but not /quite/ enough for it to bear out in the typography of the line.
[00:34] <Minaplo> ["You're welcome. Now, I should be home by seven. Have a good day."-
[00:35] <Minaplo> [And with that, he was gone… Leaving Aline alone in this place. What would she do for the next eleven hours or so?]
[00:46] * Aline knew a few salient facts about her status. The first, was that she was extremely likely to be under surveillance. The second, was that she had half the suspicion that every little thing she /might/ do might affect things when the (to her) inevitable horror starts. And the third… was that right now, continued survival and continued sanity were her top goals. With the former goal
[00:46] * Aline in mind, Aline conspicuously ensured the door was properly secured… before proceeding to go into a sort of manic slumpfest. By which we mean spending a number of hours (but a small number) sitting around, kicking her legs absently, testing all the seats in the apartment (Sans prorpietary ones like ones in Narendra's personal room) for comfort. …But by and large, she settled on her own
[00:46] * Aline sanity anchor. Something strangely visible and lasting. …lurid (not /that/ kind of lurid get your minds out of the gutter) fanfiction, penned ostensibly on the pad if servicable. Unlike the source of Armin's name, though, it wasn't all that topical (as in, wasn't the extra creepy notion of "Real life fanfic", which is something like a less mature version of alternate history literature).
[00:46] * Aline It wasn't even relevant to her situation, either.
[00:58] <Minaplo> [And so it went, until the time came when she heard several knocks on the door- and Narendra entered, bearing what looked like a heavy brown package under his left arm. "I'm home, Aline."]
[01:02] * Aline had allowed him in, eyeing said package a little bit as well. "Well met, welcome home then." Aline said in response, clearing a path to various directions that might make sense for depositing said package.
[01:10] <Minaplo> ["Thank you." He placed the package (which was square-ish) on the table, and stepped back. "This is for you."]
[01:14] * Aline …tilted her head at the box. "…Is there a particular occasion, or is it, if nothing else, a… cellwarming… gift?"
[01:14] <Minaplo> ["Cellwarming gift, let's say."]
[01:18] <Aline> "Right, right." It was fairly 'level' for a quick brush-off like that, rather than loaded. Either way, Aline got to whatever was needed to open it! …Even if she felt a nervous uncertainty as to what the /hell/ would be in there. There just… wasn't enough data to even begin to guess what he even gives as gifts to ambiguous prisoner/figure-of-sympathy people in his life. Or what anyone
[01:18] <Aline> gave such people really.
[01:21] <Minaplo> [It was…-
[01:22] <Minaplo> [A video game console. A top-of-the-line one, too, like the one Aline had back home. It even had some games. A few were… Not ones she'd pick ever, but there were two RPGs there that she'd played, beaten and -dominated-.]
[01:32] * Aline …eyed this with confusion, then allowed a small smirk to cross her lips. "I see you are on some level prepared. …Which I suppose is probably for the better." …Mum's the word on whether or not the people whose job it was to spy on Aline's tablet really gave a shit about a fic concerning deadly prophesized space monsters in a fantasy setting and why they got that way before a
[01:32] * Aline ragtag group of militants, mercenaries, spies, and prime ministers fought them. No that is definitely neither interesting nor familiar.
[01:34] <Minaplo> ["I figured it might help make you comfortable. I'm not much of a game-player, but I'd be happy to watch."]
[01:37] <Aline> "Yeah, that much makes sense. …I'm not sure how interesting I can make it, really." A vague head-tilt, though. "…I'm vaguely reminded of how NERV used to have a dancepad-controller-using game for dubious training purposes…"
[01:38] <Minaplo> ["Indeed?"]
[01:41] * Aline softly chuckled, actually, at that. "Yeah. For synchronized action training. The idea being that one had to step on directions in tune with the rhythm - which is normal for such a game - but it adjusted the rhythm so that you had to observe the other player's dancing almost as much as the onscreen cues." A sort of distant look. "I remember it mostly for my own 'play', but there
[01:41] * Aline was allegedly an officer's party that involved heavy drinking, that game, and something about a 'Dance Commander'…"
[01:41] <Minaplo> ["Hm. That sounds rather fun. Fat chance having many of the officers here do such a thing, though."]
[01:47] * Aline nodded, if ruefully. "Considering how you described the general situation… It is very much the joyless military, likely." She folded her arms subtly. "In some respects, a purist might even argue that that's what a military is supposed to be. People whose job it is to either kill, or facilitate the action of those that kill, should not relax because of the seriousness of their
[01:47] * Aline task, that'd claim. …NERV-that-was was very much not of that opinion."
[01:57] <Minaplo> ["I think I prefer NERV's approach. But come, let's set this up."]
[21:11] * Aline smiled softly, maybe even relieved? "Sure thing, sure thing."

  • Aline then set things up, plugging the system in, setting it up, and then putting in a game! It was, interestingly, a co-op action-RPG, entitled "Shades of Nijir", about a wandering swordsman and the princess of the titular kingdom in the sky finding out a dread conspiracy set into motion by an eldritch being, and trying to stop it. …A fun trivia bit about the game was that it was

[21:29] * Aline taken up by some of the survivors of Square Co Ltd. post-Impact, as a tribute to the late Kato Masato… as such, it carried many elements of one of his seminal works, Chrono Trigger. Nonetheless, it was also /fun/. Tightened mechanics (that Aline often had to hurriedly explain in tense boss battles), encouragement of player cooperation, and similar. Hours would pass, though it
<Minaplo> being an
[21:29] * Aline RPG, they'd hardly get too much further in the game than past the establishing arc.
[21:37] <@Minaplo> [Narendra followed along, seemingly intrigued on his own terms.-
[21:37] <@Minaplo> [Eventually, however, Aline would hear something -beep- on his belt. He held up a hand to her. "One moment. This is for me."-
[He stood up and walked over to the table, where he took the device off of his belt. It projected a holographic message into the air- the text was too small for Aline to read from this distance.-
[21:41] <@Minaplo> [But whatever it was, it was not good news. A frown appeared on his face, followed by narrowed eyes, then suddenly bared teeth, clenched fists…-
[07:42] <@Minaplo> [All of a sudden, he threw the device to the ground, kicked it viciously towards the wall- then with a screech of rage, placed his foot on the table and -pushed- outwards, sending it careening to the ground with an almighty crash.]
06[07:43] * Aline had already long ago put the game on pause, but the kick and screech got her attention! "…!" It wasn't spoken with words but a small squeak of utter dismay. Bad news for her seemingly-benevolent overseer, could only mean something terrible /in general/.
[07:49] <@Minaplo> [He stood there, shaking in rage, looking around as though trying to find something else to destroy. But eventually his breathing evened out, his shakes vanished and he stood up straight again, pulling the table back up onto its legs.-
[07:50] <@Minaplo> ["… I apologise if I frightened you." Said Narendra quietly, turning to look at her. "Allow me to explain. As you know, I am charged with the command of the Stormtrooper contingent in this base. It is extremely large, and there is not a good deal of space to quarter them all. Some of my soldiers have been quartered in dormitories built deep into the earth."-
[07:53] <@Minaplo> ["Below this base are hundreds of mining and manufacturing machines, hammering, drilling and expanding in every which way, ensuring a steady stream of resources and material for the war effort. Unfortunately, much of this goes on within hearing distance of the soldiers in the lowest dormitories. Not only does it keep them awake, the constant rumbling and drilling terrifies them. Some have
[07:53] <@Minaplo> already snapped and gone mad with the strain. I filed a request to expand living space in a less traumatic area, but my request has been moved down the queue in favour of battle tanks, AC Suits and starfighters. So my men will suffer for some time longer, it seems."]
06[07:58] * Aline slowly nodded. She relaxed /slightly/, since she knew it wasn't 'oh god we're fucked' news. Yet… there was a visible frown. "It'd probably be more efficient than mass soundproofing of a known-inadequate space, just… Ugh. I can't really repent for having killed a great many of them in what was basically a panic, but they're just /people/, the alleged thing that the continued
06[07:58] * Aline prosperity of is what both sides are fighting for."
[08:03] <@Minaplo> ["It is as you say." Said Narendra quietly. He stared down at the ground for a few minutes, before sighing, going to the refigerator, taking out what looked like a bottle of mango juice, a bottle of orange juice, a box of ice cream, and a tray of ice. A few minutes later he returned to the chair, with two fruity drinks in his hand. He held one out to Aline.-
[08:03] <@Minaplo> ["A mocktail, as they say."]
06[08:05] * Aline took it, and let a sort of weary smile, taking the proffered one. "It's… As much as we can do." She took a sip. "Something oddly nostalgic about the drink. It tastes good, though."
[08:13] <@Minaplo> ["Thank you." He smiled back at her. "Now then. I was actually enjoying myself, so let us continue…"-
[08:14] <@Minaplo> [They would presumably play on for a few more hours, Narendra pausing only to make some food for them (a platter of mozzarella sticks with dipping sauce… Nothing too fancy).-
[08:15] <@Minaplo> [Eventually the time would wear on, and Narendra would have to call it a night.-
[08:15] <@Minaplo> ["Another busy day tomorrow. Did you enjoy the gift?"]
[08:18] <Aline> "Oh, I definitely did. …Nostalgia, shared experiences, sort of just… a pertinent distraction, a reminder of better times." …Aline thought a little bit on that. "…I imagine that must be not that different from what a lot of your men trade for in getting luxury items."
[08:20] <@Minaplo> ["A mix of old securities and new experiences. Plenty of new things to try, and a scarcity of old securities."]
[08:26] <Aline> "Mmm…" Aline seemed lost in thought a little. "I imagine my new experiences here, of at least the pleasant and life-affirming sort, are going to be filtering through you due to the /nature/ of my stay - or at least of the battle still on much of the soldiery's minds." A bit of a sigh. "…Being so /singular/ is bizarre. It's not the singularity of /control and authority/ a leader presents,
[08:26] <Aline> that an Evangelion pilot does. But the singularity of /action/. An Eva, a Dys, and to a lesser extent a Superheavy, can all influence things to such a degree that the only parallel in history is anyone responsible for deploying a nuclear or N2 weapon, just from the /scale/ of the orders they carry out. It was just /one/ quick decision that costed thousands of lives, even as there have been
[08:26] <Aline> other quick decisions that have, in the past, saved just as many."
[08:45] <@Minaplo> ["Yes." Said Narendra quietly. "Almost an afterthought. Not that I wish to express myself as critical, Aline. But that is how many of the soldiers feel- and that only makes them angrier." He sighed.-
[08:45] <@Minaplo> ["Do you want to know something interesting?"]
06[08:48] * Aline tilted her head a bit. "…Sure, let's hear it." She was /trying/ to understand the soldiers, really.
[08:57] <@Minaplo> ["Some people have asked me why we still keep conventional forces such as infantry or tanks around. After all, it's not like they can scratch an Evangelion- yet."-
[08:57] <@Minaplo> ["But of course the true answer is to defeat the other side's conventional forces- as you might expect, it's difficult for an Eva to root out a unit of infantry from a city without demolishing the city. To be frank it's hard for an Eva to do anything in a city without rendering it nearly useless for half a year."-
[08:58] <@Minaplo> ["Of course, these are good points, but it makes me think. Do you know what the purpose of the Iron Guard was in the first place? It was to launch deep strikes against Eva support infrastructure, taking out their umbilicals and their supply caches before infiltrating their bases and crushing the resistance within."-
[09:00] <@Minaplo> ["You know how powerful the Eva was. But consider this- the LN had hoped that the Eden tests would fail. They even contributed to its eventual instability. If they'd succeeded…"]
[09:07] <Aline> "No operational freedom due to S2 Engines. A continued reliance on infrastructure to even /operate/. Well, yeah. An Evangelion's largest weaknesses come from it being, on some level, 'finite' - finite resources to bring it together, finite servicable pilots, and without those… finite operating power outside of support." But a bit of a pause, and Aline thought of something. "But the whole
[09:07] <Aline> Eva-scale versus conventional-scale thing got me to thinking of something else. You think you're up to hearing a ramble comparing humanity to angels?"
[09:07] <@Minaplo> ["By all means."]
06[09:19] * Aline smiled a little bit. "The problem with an Eva attacking conventional forces is a matter of gross scale, as we both kind of pointed out. …But the reason why it remains an issue, is because of this contrast. An Evangelion is basically taking the might of an Angel, but giving it access to the products of the ingenuity and intelligence of humans. This is why we ultimately won the
06[09:19] * Aline Human-Angel war, really, but it's also a good argument for the more, uh. Metaphysically-inclined, as to why conventional forces won't become irrelevant. Angels are lonely, singular beings - they have a handful of Ancestral souls, each making one big, powerful creature, and that is /it/. Their spawn is just an extension of themselves. If they can reproduce for real, nobody knows how.
06[09:19] * Aline …Humans are different, in that we are small, weak, and extremely numerous. Weakness leads to compensating with invention, numbers leads to developing society. Angels need neither, inventing more as a hobby if at all, socializing in a very limited way. Society and numbers means cities, things the Angels don't need, so when suddenly you have the city-makers parading around wearing the
06[09:20] * Aline skins of Angels… they have to stand up and see from the eyes of a creature that was never meant for such things." Aline sort of shook her head a little bit. "Angels are meant to be infinite, at least in symbolic terms - How the /hell/ do you constrain infinity without really, really, stopping to think and grasp what you're doing? You don't."
[09:32] <@Minaplo> ["It sounds like infinity is the product of the two becoming whole rather than anything that's the province of one or the other."]
[09:43] <Aline> "…Yeah, I /did/ say it was going to be a ramble, and I guess I did sort of… miss some of the things I meant." Aline sort of shrugged. "It's just a big context switch, and it doesn't play out very well."
[09:45] <@Minaplo> [He smiled, and patted her on the shoulder.-
[09:45] <@Minaplo> ["Maybe we can discuss it a little more some other night."]
[09:46] <Aline> "Yeah. You have a schedule, and a rigid one very likely." Aline began to get up a bit, preparing to retire, though politely waiting for her as-it-were host!
[09:52] <@Minaplo> [And with a final 'goodnight', he headed off to bed.]
06[09:57] * Aline bowed her head for a moment, then likewise headed to bed. This was… on some level a very odd change of pace. She was a VIP prisoner. Something had to eventually happen with her, it couldn't /escape/ her mind. But this denouement was… pleasant.
[09:59] <@Minaplo> [And that 'something' would happen the next day.-
[09:59] <@Minaplo> [It began as yesterday had, with Narendra saying goodbye in the morning and Aline being left alone… But around 1 PM, the door would open.-
[09:59] <@Minaplo> [It was not Narendra.-
[10:01] <@Minaplo> [A Solomon Prime stood in the doorway, armoured head to toe in that strange, ornate armour. Aline didn't recognise it, and the lack of feminine curves that Joan's and Scholastica's possessed suggested that this was the male Solomon- Augustine.-
[10:01] <@Minaplo> [He stood flanked by two soldiers, wearing armour very similar to his own. Long robes and non-reflective armour with near-blank, ghostly helms.-
[10:01] <@Minaplo> ["Aline Blanc. It is time."]
06[10:04] * Aline …Didn't know whether to react with horror, resignation, or some attempt at decorum. She /tried/ the last, though, even in the middle of putting away dishes. "…S…" But she stammered briefly on it, and while setting down the plate on the table, her hand quivered, clenching into a fist not from rage, but for /stability/. "So it is." She said, with combined solemnity and pregnant
06[10:04] * Aline awareness. The girl stepped forward.
[10:10] <@Minaplo> [A black cloth sack appeared in his hand. He walked towards her, and placed it over her head. The smell of vanilla began to waft around her, through her…-
[10:11] <@Minaplo> […-
[10:13] <@Minaplo> [For a second, or maybe a minute- or maybe longer, a day?- she floated silently, barely conscious, in a see of calming, numbing warmth.-
[10:13] <@Minaplo> [Ice daggers began to piece her warm cocoon, however.-
[10:14] <@Minaplo> [It was as though she were coated in frost, over every surface of her body, freezing her.-
[10:14] <@Minaplo> [Consciousness came slowly to her, but when it did…-
[10:14] <@Minaplo> [She was sitting in a chair. Not just any chair- it was made of metal, cold freezing metal, and she was nude, her hands and feet bound to the chair by bands.-
[10:14] <@Minaplo> [Standing in front of her was Augustine. And next to him…-
[10:15] <@Minaplo> [Mary Caine, her expression cool.]
06[10:17] * Aline could /not/ put on a veil of resignation this time, even if she wanted to. It was a moment of doom, an instant of perfect illustration of how utterly fucked she'd be if she made the slighest mis-step. She knew what was going to happen even if only by happenstance and hearsay putting together what Yanmei had been through. Mary didn't take people's lives if they were important to
06[10:17] * Aline her. She took their /reason to continue living/. A pronounced deer-in-the-headlights look emerged.
[10:19] <@Minaplo> ["We attacked and captured Asgard." Said Caine. "Many of your allies have been killed. Your family has been captured."-
[10:19] <@Minaplo> [The room was a cold, grim box of metal, with a door behind her and a door ahead of her. To her left was a glass window, and it was towards this window that Caine now gestured.-
[10:20] <@Minaplo> [Within was… Anastasie, looking utterly terrified, standing stock-still. A soldier wearing armour similar to the Primes' held her, a cruel-looking cutting implement in its other hand.-
[10:20] <@Minaplo> ["You will be asked questions. If you show resistance or lie, the girl will lose fingers and eventually her life. If that happens, then we will move onto your mother, then onto your father. Do you understand?"]
06[10:25] * Aline cringed on seeing her little sister. Cringed more at the mention of her father - Aline /knew/ what she felt when she /thought/ he died. For him to actually die… And for nothing. Aline was a terrible liar. She didn't have the AT strength to fight back against /Mary/. She had not even the smallest shred of physical strength to deal with her situation, either. …Her only hope now
06[10:25] * Aline was, other than numb obedient survival, shaping opinion through /how/ the truth was presented. And shaping Mary Caine's opinion, from everything she's heard like the woman's ruthlessness or her strangely radiant, single-minded soul, was akin to carving one's name into a diamond with naught but a flint knife. "…I understand."
[10:25] <@Minaplo> ["You possess a portion of Lilith's soul. Correct?"]
06[10:29] * Aline blandly nodded. "Correct."
[10:31] <@Minaplo> ["You know where the other portion is. Correct?"]
06[10:33] * Aline briefly peered at her sister, and sighed deeply. "Correct."
[10:37] <@Minaplo> ["Where is the other portion?"]
06[10:40] * Aline cringed deeply. Only that she was with the others would protect her. "It is in Akagi Tsubaki." Aline said flatly, in the sort of numbness someone enduring the impossible might make it.
[10:42] <@Minaplo> [A laugh came from the back of the room.-
[10:42] <@Minaplo> ["Wow. So you mean she was here, under our noses, all that time, and we didn't know about it? Talk about egg on your face."-
[10:43] <@Minaplo> [Caine and Augustine both looked up over Aline's head.-
[10:44] <@Minaplo> [A woman walked around the chair, into Aline's field of vision. She was of above average height, maybe, with long straight blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was fit, trim and very pretty. She wore an expensive-looking suit, vest and tie ensemble, and looked utterly at ease with the setting.-
[10:44] <@Minaplo> ["Hi, Blanc. You look cold."]
06[10:47] * Aline looked… well. It was a moment of intense shock. This? /This/?! She strained, not really to try to break free, but to /retreat/. Backwards into a cold metal chair, yes, but… "Ymn… ff… gggh." The amount of things it looked like the girl was biting back were /unreal/. Literally biting, too.
[10:52] <@Minaplo> ["You know what isn't cold?" Said the woman lightly.]
06[10:54] * Aline tried to be smug, to be sarcastic. The words were correct. The tone… the tone wasn't at all. It was a cowed whimper, like she really wanted to be anywhere but here. "It's the sun, isn't it. I… Isn't it."
[10:57] <@Minaplo> [The woman bent down until her lips brushed against Aline's ear.-
[10:57] <@Minaplo> ["It is the sun." She said. "Congratulations. You win a prize."]
06[11:01] * Aline squirmed uncomfortably. This wasn't remotely necessary. This wasn't /accomplishing things/, to Aline's perception at least. She once again felt the familiar sensation of enable touching slick flesh. She probably wouldn't /wound/ herself like she once did, but she couldn't resist. She couldn't /visibly/ or even /seemingly/ resist. Untenable. Inadvisable. Hope was all she had left,
06[11:01] * Aline hope and fortitude. …The war with the Angels, their propensity for abusing her mind and spirit, had hardened her considerably in ways that, while useless to restrain her /emotions/? Might yet protect her sanity. She hoped. There's that word again.
[11:04] <@Minaplo> [She pulled away.-
[11:05] <@Minaplo> ["Now, you know who I am, of course, right?"]
06[11:05] * Aline softly squeaked it. "Yes!" …But she basically /instantly/ repeated it more clearly. "Yes."
[11:08] <@Minaplo> ["Who would that be?"]
06[11:09] * Aline briefly shed some tears and immediately shut her eyes just long enough to dab them away. "Elena Clement. E-even if you have another name now."
[11:10] <@Minaplo> [She chuckled.-
[11:10] <@Minaplo> ["I go by the name Eve, but you know what, Aline? I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a half point on that. I'm not Elena Clement… Where it counts."]
06[11:13] * Aline widened her eyes there. "…Then there's only one other thing. Jeremiah Caine." Not even Aline's fear, not even her cowedness, not any single fiber of rationality, understanding, wisdom, /nothing in the slightest/ could restrain the clear universe-rending disgust she rendered that name with.
[11:14] <@Minaplo> ["There we go." Said Eve softly.-
[11:14] <@Minaplo> ["Are you done?" Asked Mary coolly.-
[11:15] <@Minaplo> ["One more thing. Three questions is traditional." Said Eve. "If I'm not Elena Clement, then where is Elena Clement?"]
06[11:17] * Aline continued to stare with fire well unlike her surroundings. "You switched places - bodies."
[11:17] <@Minaplo> ["Me in hers, hers in the Eva?"]
[11:19] <Aline> "That would be the theory. I… I… I can only guess." SHe had had enough time to cool down. Cooling down did /not/ help. That fire of rage had briefly sharpened her will, and to let it dull wasn't helpful.
[11:21] <@Minaplo> ["Good guess, but no. I will admit this: the Eva was truly beyond repair." Said Eve. "I even had to push my soul out of it before the core collapsed. Well done."]
[11:23] <Aline> "Small assurance." Aline almost whispered. Or, maybe, stage-whispered.
[11:24] <@Minaplo> ["But no. Clement's soul is elsewhere. Not that it matters right now."-
[11:24] <@Minaplo> [She turned back towards Mary. "I think she should be sufficiently shaken up for now. I'll leave you to it."-
[11:25] <@Minaplo> [Mary didn't respond until Eve was well out of Aline's line of sight.-
[11:25] <@Minaplo> ["How much do you know regarding Elisha's end goal?"]
06[11:29] * Aline took a long, deep breath. Back to cold. Back to null. Modeswitching with /people/, fucking hell. "The general outline, the proposed end, a fair amount of the means."
[11:30] <@Minaplo> ["Explain."]
06[11:36] * Aline let a beat pass. "Somehow uniting the Evangelions bearing his soul's fragments. Doing… something, to become the Seed of Life for an ascendant humanity - assumedly an E-Type thing, there?-" …Aline suddenly realized /why/ the E-types were being hunted down. Even if Mary allegedly didn't know this plan, maybe Jeremiah had. "-then set Adam and Lilith to colonize other worlds, remake
06[11:36] * Aline humanity fresher and probably stronger…" Dramatic pause. If Aline was at all correct about Mary, this last one would be a fucking /kicker/. "…And in so doing, and so choosing not to do it himself, remove Destiny from humanity."
[11:41] <@Minaplo> ["Does he intend to fuse Adam and Lilith?"]
06[11:42] * Aline shook her head. "Nobody's /said/ that to me, or if they have, the memory's eluding me. It might be needed, it might not be. I don't have the expertise."
[11:45] <@Minaplo> ["You support this plan?"]
[11:48] <Aline> "Yes. In absence of an alternative plan, the principles seem to support my own self-generated goals." The stiltedness Aline said it with was a sign she was still rather emotionally drained, but that it wasn't out of terror - given who she was talking to - possibly meant a small swell of self-identity had given her the tiniest gasp of strength.
[11:52] <@Minaplo> ["Suppose I offered an alternative."]
06[11:56] * Aline didn't literally well up with hope. This was not the time. But there was a glimmer of it. A feeling that she was /still getting somewhere/. That something could be clawed from this. Even if all it meant was dying (or worse) with the fullness of knowledge she had so wanted. "That would be an answer to a question waiting on my lips for years."
[12:04] <@Minaplo> ["Destiny was designed with the intention to lead the descendants onto the correct path." Said Caine. "So far it has been squandered by Lilith's attempts to revive herself. Imagine what could be achieved if Destiny were to be used properly? It would bind the wills of humanity together into a single force, overcoming any challenge in its way." She said. "And it would be a necessary use of
[12:04] <@Minaplo> it. You are aware of what the Scrolls and Elisha's own writings refer to as the Great Enemy?"]
06[12:06] * Aline nodded. "Better than I want, but mercifully little." …Aline knew that way of referring to it was loaded, almost like a coded message someone else that understood its nature could recognize.
[12:14] <@Minaplo> ["You yourself understand that when humans are dissolved into LCL, they can sometimes through sheer force of will, reincorporise themselves, sometimes with newer, improved forms."]
[12:16] <Aline> "Yeah. Even if Sera was earlier to do it than I was." …What the hell. Was she recovering enough to speak more casually? While naked and cold and with that man-reincarnated-woman-thing ostensibly lurking in the shadows? Waiting. Watching.
[12:19] <@Minaplo> ["Then consider that if humanity were tied to Destiny, controlled by someone who had mastered both Lilith and Adam, then not only could Destiny be used to direct them, but also lend them the will of the entire human species. In that case, there would be nothing stopping them from coming back as entities much more than human. Or as Evangelions."]
06[12:21] * Aline thought. Thought even longer. "Aware of my position, but there… /are/ questions."
[12:22] <@Minaplo> ["Ask."]
06[12:29] * Aline gathered her will. "Michael's Emissary made clear the limitations of one human's… not /will/, but /control/ and /maturity/, at least assuming the normal human condition. I've heard tell of humanity becoming 'like god' a few times in reference to the question I'm about to ask, but. In cliche form - 'Who watches the watchmen'? I expect you've thought through the answer to the
06[12:29] * Aline question somewhat, but if one will has seized human Destiny away from Lilith, what ensures that will holds true to the overall mission of whatever the FAR called the seeding?"
[12:30] <@Minaplo> ["What do you think was the point of the 'seeding'?"]
06[12:31] * Aline answered quickly, actually legitimately no longer cowed. "To overcome a blockage they could not circumvent due to stagnation, lack of diversity, or something similar, that was preventing the triumph of the Enemy and their growth as a people."
[12:31] <Aline> *triumph over the Enemy
[12:34] <@Minaplo> ["Then your answer is thus: I watch the watchmen." She said.]
06[12:35] * Aline blinked a bit at that. "…So you'd not be the actual architect of Destiny, but the uh, regulator of it?"
[12:42] <@Minaplo> ["No. You misunderstand. The only person I can trust to control Destiny is myself. And the only person I can trust to regulate me is myself."]
06[12:46] * Aline felt a lump grow in her throat. She had no concept of how to actually voice her feelings given the situation. So instead… "I'm not sure I /can/ understand, then."
[12:47] <@Minaplo> ["It is simple. What I am saying is that I am strong enough to control Destiny without my will faltering or turning away from the path to defeat the Enemy."]
06[12:51] * Aline suddenly felt her mind click. What Isabelle had said… "I had forgotten. You…" Aline wanted to say something like 'are unlike a human now', or 'have a specific condition to make that reasonable for you to believe', but she froze. The power difference and how /exaggerated/ it was by actual overtures of power had chilling effects on reasonable discourse, and she was feeling that
06[12:51] * Aline a lot worse than she ever had from half-remembered incidents of dissertations in the illusion world. Instead, she managed only a cobbled-together approximation. "Something… else facilitates that…"
[12:52] <@Minaplo> ["You are aware of the Eternity Drive, correct?"]
06[12:53] * Aline nodded her head. "Yes."
[12:55] <@Minaplo> ["The Eternity Drive is a dangerous tool. If anyone else attempted to use it or control it, the device would overpower and destroy their minds instantly. Yet I alone control it, bending billions to my will. This is my raison d'etre. If that is not proof enough, then nothing will suffice."]
[13:01] <Aline> …Ah. The endpoint of the topic. The hidden question of /why/ she was capable of that went unanswered, but Aline knew she was on entirely borrowed grace and chose not to squander it. "I see. I can understand the point there, at least. But as I was asked to lie, I must point out that even if I agreed with the thesis that destroying Destiny instead of commanding it was foolhardy or at least
[13:01] <Aline> suboptimal… The divide is too great, this is outside of my concept of… uh… things. Decision. Anything. So far outside that I'm not sure I /can/ accept the plan. I think you knew that all along."
[13:03] <@Minaplo> ["Yes. There was a slim chance that you might embrace it willingly, and it cost me nothing to try it."-
[13:03] <@Minaplo> [She turned to Augustine, and nodded.-
[13:04] <@Minaplo> [It happened in less of a second. He was standing there, then his hand whipped across Aline's throat, a blade in his hand. It was nothing more than the tiniest of nicks.-
[13:04] <@Minaplo> [Yet almost instantly her vision began to darken…]
06[13:14] * Aline felt her eyes widen, and then terror gripped her. Not just /any/ terror, but that of mortality. Mortality unregulated by the proof of the cycle of reincarnation - after all, the cycle had been broken, the river dammed to a sea. A sea ruled by this terrifying implement of the closest to the concept of evil she could find in a person. Caine killed by poison. Was this /it/? …Tears
06[13:14] * Aline began streaming down her face, for as long as they could.
[13:17] <@Minaplo> [She fell forward, her restraints gone, but she fell into Augustine's warm arms. His helmet was gone- and his face, Kaworu's face, shone with a gentle light. It was all she could see now.-
[13:17] <@Minaplo> ["Don't be afraid." He said, holding her close. "I'm here."]
06[13:20] * Aline stared up. Into his eyes. The pain of what the first Kaworu, Augustine's template, did for her and Shinji didn't /leave her/, but it was a face she once felt kindness and warmth from. Her voice was stammering, even if ostensibly the effects hadn't stopped it. "K-keep… love alive…"
[13:22] <@Minaplo> ["I promise."-
[13:23] <@Minaplo> [Darkness.]

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