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Dr. Laboe Jenny waves a hand, idly, dismissively, smiling and rolling her eyes. "It seems like Adams was stuck in a meeting. NERV restructuring, inopportune timing. Obviously we need more redundancy in command. Heh, I'm surprised Jagr choked like that." Maybe this makes sense? She's still being weirdly casual.
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 1/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO If the raven-haired girl had any questions or concerns about the troubles that seemed to stem from Command, she didn't voice them. She doesn't even bat an eye at the presence of the new soldiers. Although she had occasionally been witness to some curious conversations in Nevada, a place where she had been more or less an invisible non-entity, she doubted that in the presence of more pilots, the higher-ups here would be so open. That doesn't stop Noah from trying, though. She had to admire him for that, even though she suspected he wouldn't get much in the way of answers. Dr.Laboe wasn't being exactly forward, but it wasn't a matter that the pilot of Unit-06 was going to press. No good would come of expressing disbelief or exercising dissent on this front. She decided to make an observation about something else. Wether it was a wise decision remained to be seen. "You should be grateful to have someone to protect you," Hannah quietly remarks as she finishes drying her hair, dropping the towel and looking at Pax impassively as the other girl tromps past, "this isn't about personal glory or pride." "It's a group effort," the girl says as she turns her attention to the nearby Dylan, continuing along the same tangent, "and it tried to do that to me too. It's okay. We won." Hannah uses Empathy to defend against Jenny's Decieve! 4dF+2=1!
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Pax and Noah Fate Points: 2 Looking to Hannah, Pax narrows her eyes in a flash of pure anger, but her snarl shifts swiftly into a faux toothy grin. "Does Dr. Laboe know you're trying to take her job?", she says as she continues on past, putting on a breezy mask over her simmering tone as she heads for the changing area. Speaking of Laboe, Noah stares with his good eye at her. "Well. I hope it was worth what happened out there.", he says with a tone of sarcastic skepticism. He looks over his shoulder, lowering his voice. "Look, I gotta go, Pax is going to be losing her poo poo after getting shot at like that. You guys need to get your act together and fast." With that, he starts off quickly, rubbing his temple as he marches off.
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Dylan James FP: 4/5 As Pax and Noah leave, Dylan hangs his arms down, sighs, and speaks for the first time since leaving his plug. "I....really kinda hosed up there, didn't I?"
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Franklin Wilson FP 1/5 | Physical 0000 | Mental X00 Consequences: They're Holding Me Back (+2) "Ow, ow, OW! Jesus gently caress!" Franklin nurses his arm and shoots a glare at the assembled commanders. "Dunno who you hired for your security detail, but you oughta teach them more manners." He doesn't respond positively to Dylan's upset proclamation, or the Wonder Twins bitching. In fact, it just makes him madder. With a last under-the-breath mutter of "fuckers," he turns and leaves.
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Dr. Laboe Jenny's eyebrows climb, and she leans in really close, making drat sure nobody else is listening in. "Sync rates are fragile. Coercing them will not work. Whoever these fuckers are need to know that. I'm pretty sure I can keep a handle on Asagiri and Iowa, but if the other four start crumbling we'll lose them. Unless they're actually are gunning for the end of the world, that poo poo," she nods towards the soldiers and where Franklin ran off to, "isn't for anyone's benefit." She frowns, then shrugs. "Either that, or get the dummy plugs primed and ready. Actually, we should have them set up regardless. What's the holdup?"
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 1/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO Hannah nods in response to the Doctor's acknowledgement, but says nothing. She obediently complies when she's told she's dismissed, exiting the Evangelion Cages and passing into the corridor. Glancing down the hallway, The pilot of Unit-06 observes Dylan walking away, shoulders slouched. "Dylan!" she calls out in an uncharacteristically loud voice, hoping to grab his attention. After a small pause, she adds, "it's okay. You're only human."
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 1/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO Hannah blinks, wondering which sport that is, exactly. If she had a computer nearby, she'd just look it up, but she doesn't. Adopting an embarrassed look, she nervously runs the fingers of one hand through her hair as she nevertheless tries sound optimistic, "that is true! But I must admit I don't really follow football."
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 1/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO She'd gambled and lost. "Right. Baseball," the raven haired girl hastily agrees, sounding certain. Hannah's eyes shift to the right, and with a determined looking expression she silently mouths the word 'baseball'. Returning her attention to Dylan and having nothing more to say, there's an awkward pause before she comes up with something, delivering a cheerful sounding, "okay then!"
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Later On Well, at least you're not dead. That's technically a positive outcome to this whole day. Over time, you all disperse and return to your respective homes. For some, that's not so far. Hannah and Rabbah head back to their own parts of Headquarters and find themselves with ample time at hand, enough to research the differences in sporting events or to skulk around as they see fit. Franklin's valet is there waiting, but now he's got more fans at HQ. Every single one of those soldiers turns to watch him with their glassy black masks whenever he walks by from now on. It's a lot less comforting than the attention he's used to. Dylan has a pounding headache, and he has to wait for his brother to come pick him up, and the game's already off the radio by the time Marcus gets there, and if he didn't know better he'd think someone was following him. Great. Killer. Pax and Noah are spared the long, awkward ride home to Jagr's place. A Security car picks them up and drops them off. Jagr doesn't come home for a couple of days. Jenny goes home, to be alone. Next segment is about to start. The UN Fleet is making a stop in Boston, how cool. What have you been up to in the intervening five days?
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Rabah If there's something military life is good at, it's teaching you to spot bullshit. So when the most common response to your question is "What black box?" you're left with the unsettling impression the folks you talk to are being honest. None of the techs you talk to have any idea what you're going on about. You even convince one of them, Murphy, to open the plug sled storage so you can show her what you're talking about - and there's nothing there. You know with utter certainty that you saw something attached to your cockpit rig that wasn't supposed to be there. Now it's gone, and nobody has ever heard of it, seen it, or known a thing about it. There are rumors, of course. Strange trucks appearing in the middle of the night that nobody at the bridge checkpoint saw go past, mysterious figures in suits telling people they weren't there, etc. Actually asking the people who saw these things turns up nothing, though - it appears the tales are just that, the products of the slower part of the boredom/panic spectrum of military life. How the hell does someone install mysterious equipment in the best-guarded, highest-tech chunk of warfighting equipment on the planet? Who even has equipment that can interface with an Evangelion, let alone sneak it in and out like they did. Did they? You did see it, right?
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Pax and Noah 4:36 PM, Monday "You need to stop blaming him.", Noah says, putting up his guard as Pax jabs in, striking his arms. A wince. The sparring was always hard, but she really wasn't holding back today. Circling around, he swung out with a kick as she ducked, coming in fast, but he slipped to the side in anticipation of her attack. "It isn't like before, they're not going to all turn on us. You know that, right?", Noah added. Pax fumed silently, coming up around with the knee before trying to bring down her elbow and a knife hand, though Noah anticipated it. It was always like this. They knew each other too well to easily gain the upper hand. "If you'd just apologize-" But his focus was on other things, and she pulled out his feet with a sweep, getting Noah to the mat. She looked at him, her one eye wide as she balled her fists. "Shut up. I wish I didn't need you." 2:47 PM, Tuesday "Don't have me see you back here.", Mr. O'Rourke spoke up as Noah looked over. "What, you're not gonna miss me?", Noah said as the teacher just shook his head, stepping out of the detention hall. It was a short walk to Bobby's locker, and they walked out of the school. "So, what do you want to do?", Bobby asked, and Noah shrugged. "I don't know... Harvard Square?", he said, looking up at the sky. Bobby folded his arms behind his heads. "Sure, we can go to Fire & Ice, maybe Newbury Comics..." Noah looked over. "Comics. Aren't those about people saving the world and stuff?" Bobby shrugged. "Actually mostly they sell music, but... what, you've never read one?" Noah laughed a little. "Nope. Maybe I can learn a thing or two." 4:11 PM, Wednesday "Maybe I wouldn't have to wait for them if they weren't so slow!", Pax snapped back, looking up at Coach Hartley. "Look, I know-", Hartley started. "Oh yeah?", Pax snapped back. Rubbing her temple, Hartley stood up. "Okay. I don't know what you've been through. But this is a team game. You're one of our best players-" Pax just looked away, trying to focus her attention anywhere else. "- but if you keep this up, I going to have to let you go." Widening her eye, she looked back, surprised. "That's not-", she started, but then cut her words short. Hartley shrugged. "Look, work out whatever you're going through with the counselor, but keep it off the field, okay?" 7:01 PM, Thursday "Jagr isn't home again.", Noah said, not looking up from the game on his phone. "Catharsis of the Soul?", he said with a frown. "Who comes up with these names?" Pax stopped at the doorway to the study, and looked over. "Only two guys outside tonight.", she said plainly, and looked over to Noah. "No.", he stated simply. "No, I know what you're thinking." She leaned on the table, smiling. "Fine, I'll go on my own." He frowned, furrowing his brow. "Oh, now you want me around? Give me a break." "I'll be like when we snuck out, though! Just, you know, sneaking in!", she said with her smug cheer. "That was 16.", he said aloud. "You snuck out of the base with 16. I told you not to." Pax paused, thoughtful. "Huh. Well, same difference." Noah groaned into his phone, rolling his eye. "Who taught you that saying? It's awful." She shrugged, and sat down. "Look. We need to find out what's going on at NERV. Just in case." He sighed. "What can we do, even if we find out?" She shrugged. "We don't know until we know. C'mooon." Noah set down his phone, aiming to leave it behind. "Fine. But we have to shake the guys they left outside first..."
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Dylan James "Dylan? Did something happen at work? We can talk about it, you know." "Go away, Marcus." Marcus makes to speak up, but sighs and walks off. Dylan has spent most of the last 5 days in his room, only coming out for school, food, and work. On the fifth day, he finally managed to drag himself out to Young's. "The usual, Annie." He orders with none of his usual enthusiasm, worrying the waitress.
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Dylan James "It ain't what they did, it's what I did. I messed up on our last mission and put the Wonder Twins in danger. The whole thing was a clusterfuck. I think NERV might be hiding something from us, and everyone's just kinda on edge."
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Franklin Wilson Franklin spent four of the five days out of the public eye. He didn't do any recordings or filming, or much of anything. Except brood. loving Wonder Twins. Why were they so serious all the time? They loving had the gall to blame people for mistakes, and not knowing what the gently caress an Angel did. Did they expect everybody to be so loving naturally perfect at fighting? gently caress off! And Dylan was moping about it. Wuss. poo poo happens. And what was the deal with Command? And all those loving soldiers? They were loving him over. Everything was just holding him back and messing him up, he could be saving humanity and being the goddamn hero and all they did was get in his way - On the fifth day, he went out, still thinking like this and not really looking where he was going.
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Hannah Asagiri FP: 1/5 Physical: OOO Mental: OOOO In the span of a heartbeat, the meteor comes and goes. Flaring up and winking out, burned into nothingness high above the ground. Hannah found herself wishing that the meteor could have reached the surface, could have experienced it's journey through to the end. It was foolishness for sure, to think such a thing, that she and it were kin in some odd way. How many falling stars burned up in the sky, with no one seeing, or no one caring? How often did one reach the ground? Very, very few, she was certain. If she went back inside and researched the matter some she suspected she could come up with a fairly accurate estimate. Was she herself destined to flare up and burn out as well? In spite of beating the odds so far, the chances of seeing her own journey through to the end remained infinitesimally small. There had been three other Hannah's before her and most of the world didn't know about them. Those that did almost certainly didn't care. They had been failures, after all. Space was vast and cold and lonely. The clone's eyes returned to the world around her. Vast, cold, and lonely in it's own right. The prospect of being discarded and forgotten was suddenly unappealing. Perhaps tomorrow she'd start taking steps towards being remembered. It was time to go back inside, she'd decided. Passing back through the main gate, she passed by a number of the new soldiers. The black-haired girl paid them no heed, and they returned the favor. Now bathed in the incandescence of NERV-1st's interior, as she stepped into an elevator (whose entrance was flanked by two more such soldiers) an odd thought struck her, to who else did these mystery men also grant carte blanche? bahamut fucked around with this message at 00:24 on Aug 21, 2015 |
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Franklin Wilson Oh, what the gently caress. He didn't need this right now. Heel turn? Did this fucker not WATCH what was happening? He didn't know Pax's number! Why the gently caress would he want anything to do with her? And all these older kids were crowding around him, blitzing him with dumbass questions, he couldn't breathe "Jesus gently caress! Everybody back the gently caress up, alright?" Franklin's shouting at the top of his lungs. "I can't breathe with you schmucks crowding me out! God! And no, you can't have Pax's number! What kinda question is that?" Self-compel - Franklin thinks They're Holding Me Back, so it makes sense that he'd lash out at his fans. Dang.
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Rabah Iowa "I can't tell you anything in detail..." says Rabah warily. "But... well, they're expecting us to do a bunch of world-saving work without telling us anything about what we're doing already. That's all well and good. But now they're expecting us to do it half-blind, or maybe they were the whole time and I only noticed now. And it's pissing me off," she finishes, deadpan as anything. If she's pissed off, it's not showing.
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Hannah Well, in once sense, you've got your uniqueness cut out for you. On reflection, you're the only one who gets ignored by the soldiers that you've seen, period. Franklin That's got a reaction. The one who wants Pax's phone number is disgusted, while one of the ones shoving his phone in your face is giggling like a hyena. You want to grind his face into the wall. Is shouting all you do? Rabbah "Yah, it shows," Jamie says. She toys with the straw in her drink for a couple seconds. "Hey," she says. "You were all Captain America before, right? Yes sir, no sir, sir sir. How come this gets you?"
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Aug 22, 2015 03:32
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Pax and Noah FP: 1 On the edge of the NERV compound, the two twins stand in the shadows. "They're messing around in my Eva?", Pax says in hushed exasperation. "Our eva.", Noah points out. "Oh, like you wanted to pilot it.", Pax points back. "It's not like I don't want to stop the Angels.", Noah says back, and then adds, "But they're just using us. Who's going to stop them?" Pax stares at him, arms folded, and then blows her bangs out of her face, pondering. "Dr. Laboe.", Pax says, pointing over. "Oh yeah, she's a terrible counselor-", Noah replies. "- but she's the weakest link.", Pax adds, finishing his sentence. "They're going to be looking for us once they realize we're unobserved-", Noah points out. Pax nods, adding, "- but not wherever she's at. Her office?" Noah squints. "Her home. C'mon. And stop synching so hard."
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Jenny has visitors. How the hell are they here at this hour?
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