Liyi S Decision

[13:21] * Yanmei snuggled beneath the covers of the hospital bed. It was nearly three in the afternon, rapidly approaching the time that she expected Isha and Lizzie to return from what shopping they could do within the confines of Synfront. -
[13:22] <Yanmei> ^the Synfront
[13:24] <Yanmei> It was good to give them, at least, a break from this place. Lizzie especially, as she seemed to be bouncing back to her usual high-energy antics fairly quickly. It bothered, her though. If Isha wasn't careful, just anyone could snatch the little girl and run off with her to parts unknown. One of those phantom soldiers. -Joan-. -
[13:28] <Yanmei> Just thinking about that creature made her stomach drop. She lifted her face from her pillows, peering sullenly at the bedside table where the clock was. General Bear sat there as well, watching resolutely. -
[13:34] <Yanmei> "Don't look at me like that. I'm not underestimating the enemy?" she muttered wryly, and turned over. "I'm just tired."
[13:34] <Minaplo> [And so Yanmei turned over, only to stare straight into the face of Joan.-
[13:34] <Minaplo> [Joan hadn't made a single sound.]
[13:45] <Yanmei> While the urge to scramble backward or toss the covers aside, or scream was damn near overpowering, they never quite manifested. No, her body's primary response to this intrusion, was to shut her lungs down for a few seconds and to stare blankly.
[13:49] <Firgrim> ["You're learning!"-
[13:50] <Firgrim> [Joan immediately pounced upon Yanmei, giving her a deep kiss that she seemed to have no inclination to keep short.]
[13:55] * Yanmei took this considerably -less- well, and with more kicking and clawing.
[13:57] <Firgrim> [This didn't stop her much at all, but Joan nevertheless withdrew. "You taste better every time. I think…"-
[13:58] <Firgrim> ["You're horrified? You've got me doing this to you, but each time you feel something else…" She smirked, a purr in her voice. "There's a little part of you that's so desperate to have him back, it's even willing to accept this substitute. And you hate that. Isn't that right?"]
[14:02] <Yanmei> "Get the hell out!" She snatched up her pillow - if only she had the Excalibur replica with her, or a gun, or even a common brick - and swung it at her. "Like I'd ever settle for a gross substitute like you! Stop pretending to know so much!"
[14:07] <Firgrim> [Joan easily dodged the pillow.-
[14:07] <Firgrim> ["You need to get up and out of bed. As much as I like having you in it, we need you. For whatever reason, Caine has decided to let you synchronize with EVA-08. I'm here to escort you."]
[14:10] * Yanmei went for the bedside clock next, blankets falling away. "I can -escort- myself! Out! Get OUT!" She hurled it with all of her strength.
[14:14] <Firgrim> [Joan parried.-
[14:16] <Firgrim> [It wasn't that she smacked the clock out of the air or kicked it away. In one second, Joan was unarmed. In that same second, she was suddenly armed. She cut through the clock with a sword. The angle of the cut brought it directly to Yanmei's throat- where it stopped, a milimetre from her skin.-
[14:16] <Firgrim> ["Move."]
[14:23] * Yanmei froze, focused on the sword before letting her gaze drift back to Joan, some of the hatred and anger from before quickly filling it. Slowly, she backed off. Some of the clothes that Isha had brough for her were comfortable enough to sleep and laze around in. Today it was simple workout pants and a plain red t-shirt, and thick socks. She went for her shoes.
[14:23] <Firgrim> ["Good girl." The sword vanished into the ether.-
[14:24] <Firgrim> [Yanmei now realized that if she had, in fact, gone herself, she would probably have ended up lost. The Synfront was different to the Geofront or other NERV bases in its layout.-
[14:25] <Firgrim> [But eventually they would come to the Eva Hangar. Four Eva cages were empty, but at least one of the occupants still remained within the hangar- EVA-08, head forward, entry plug inserter hanging over it.]
[14:30] * Yanmei stared up at it silently. She should have felt happy about this, but all she felt was fear for the unknown factors. Where was Gabriel? What had he and Caine come to an agreement on? Where were the other Evas? That last one she address aloud. "It's the only one in here…"
[14:31] <Yanmei> ^addressed
[14:32] <Firgrim> ["Some of them are being repaired, but EVA-07, EVA-11 and EVA-16 have all been deployed topside, which is where you're going. If EVA-08 berserks, they'll put it down." Joan wrapped an arm around Yanmei's waist. "Time to get you into a plugsuit…" She said with undisguised joy.]
[14:34] <Yanmei> "I'll just take a headset," she snapped, moving forward abruptly in an attempt to break that hold. "And I said not to touch me?"
[14:35] <Firgrim> [Joan wrapped the other arm around Yanmei now, making it impossible to move. "But your clothes will be ruined!"]
[14:35] <Yanmei> "I can live with that. Let go."
[14:36] <Firgrim> [Joan smirked- she was helmeted, of course, since having two Yanmeis walk down the corridor would be bizarre- and let Yanmei go.]
[14:39] <Yanmei> She fled with a firm and businesslike pace, toward the platforms nearest to the cage. The rest was routine, Or as routine as it could be with a different Bridge and tech crew, at least. -
[14:42] <Yanmei> Into the plug. Plug inserted. She listened to them conducting the final tests, shut her eyes, and waited for the keleidoscope of colors that usually accompanied a successful synch. Of course, there was always the possibility that Mother Wei would be reluctant to accept her again…
[14:44] <Firgrim> [("Deploying EVA-08!")-
[14:45] <Firgrim> [The rail-elevator launched the Evangelion up onto the surface of the Synfront, surrounded by damaged buildings and debris that had yet to be cleared. EVA-07 was waiting, fists ready, as were two MP Evas.-
[14:45] <Firgrim> [("Ball's in your court, EVA-08. Synch Ratio is at 5%.")]
[14:47] <Yanmei> "Right, thank you. One moment, please?" She shut her eyes and tried to concentrate.
[15:00] <Firgrim> [… And the world went dark for Yanmei.]
[17:02] <Minaplo> [("…Ang? Zhang? Come in! Zhang?")]
[17:03] <Yanmei> "Ah-?" Her eyes opened abruptly, and her thoughts spun. For a moment she was lost, trying to figure out where she was sitting… and then she recognized the interior of an entry plug.
[17:05] <Minaplo> [("The Synch's dead, Zhang. Sorry. It just cut out. We're bringing you back in.")]
[17:07] <Yanmei> "Right." She rubbed her forehead tiredly. "How long was I out?"
[17:08] <Minaplo> [("A few minutes.")-
[17:08] <Minaplo> [The Eva elevator was withdrawing back into the earth now…]
[17:10] * Yanmei slumped back as it did, taking the jolts and movements in stride. What was even waiting for her down there? She didn't know if she wanted to return.
[17:15] <Minaplo> [Nevertheless, it was a quick trip after that out of the Eva, to the showers to wash the LCL off (Joan was apparently busy, so Yanmei was given some peace from her), before being brought back to…-
[17:16] <Minaplo> [The hospital division. What would she find now?]
[17:18] <Yanmei> What indeed? With a towel hanging from around her neck, she went for her room first. Lizzie and Isha were probably back, so…
[17:20] <Minaplo> [And indeed they were. Isha was sitting on a chair, a tuckered-out Lizzie sleeping on Yanmei's bed. "Welcome back." Said Isha with a smile.]
[17:23] <Yanmei> "Thank you. Looks like you two had quite a day?" She smiled down at Lizzie. Not-kidnapped and sleeping carelessly… good signs. "They called me out for a synch test."
[17:23] <Minaplo> ["I heard. How did it go?"]
[17:24] <Yanmei> "Hmm… well, it sounds strange, but I don't really know."
[17:25] <Minaplo> ["Then perhaps it is time to visit Isaiah's bedside and ask our friendly doctor."]
[17:26] <Yanmei> "Yeah, you're right? Shall we?"
[17:29] <Minaplo> [And so they went, leaving Lizzie sound asleep, off to the observation room. Isaiah lay within, still asleep, Doctor Stimms sitting at his bedside, eating his lunch off Isaiah's stomach.]
[17:32] * Yanmei entered the room properly and stared at Stimms long and hard in disapproving silence.
[17:33] <Minaplo> ["Oh shit-" Stimms frantically took the foot-long sandwich off Isaiah's stomach, stuffing half of it into his mouth, the other half carelessly onto a nearby table.-
[17:33] <Minaplo> [He then sheepishly swept crumbs off of Isaiah.]
[17:34] <Yanmei> "I hope this isn't how you spend most of your lunch breaks, doctor."
[17:35] <Minaplo> ["Ifhmoflikhcarfh."]
[17:36] * Yanmei sighed, loudly. "We were coming to see if there was any progress with your patient. Have you noticed anything new?"
[17:37] <Minaplo> ["Moftyitbahinchetsputer."]
[17:38] <Yanmei> "So, how about this? Finish your lunch break in your office or some other place, and come talk to us later."
[17:39] <Minaplo> ["Holfon." He swallowed painfully. "Christ, alright, I'm done for now, let me have a bloody look. Can't eat in peace…"-
[17:40] <Minaplo> [He stood up and walked over to one of the computer consoles. This one was connected to Isaiah's head- it monitored brain activity. "I don't think we'll find much…"-
[17:40] <Minaplo> ["…"]
[17:42] <Yanmei> "What? What is it?" Yanmei tried to edge around the machine for a look herself. Not that she knew how to read its output…
[17:42] <Minaplo> ["It… uh. Looks like he's recovered some brain activity."]
[17:43] <Yanmei> "A lot?" she said hopefully.
[17:46] <Minaplo> ["Some." Said Stimms grudgingly. "It looks like… We'll see, alright? We'll see. He might get some more back with time."]
[17:47] * Yanmei smiled to herself. "Do you mind if I sat with him a while now?"
[17:48] <Minaplo> ["Go ahead. I'll go eat my lunch somewhere else." He said, grabbing his sandwich and grumpily departing.-
[17:48] <Minaplo> [Isha placed a hand on Yanmei's shoulder. "He's getting better?"]
[17:50] <Yanmei> "Seems like it?" Yanmei brushed the crumbs off her seat of choice before lowering herself into it. "It's only a matter of time now. But…"
[17:51] <Minaplo> ["But?"]
[17:54] * Yanmei exhaled tiredly, and smiled again. "Nevermind. Let's just do what we can." One step at a time. Help him heal quickly and deal with the consequences of it afterward. That's how they should do it.

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