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Not a good start
WHO: The great Asuka Langley Soryu! And maybe some other people.
WHEN: July 26, Dark Hour
WHERE: The streets near the Bayview Hotel
SUMMARY: A new girl appears and gets the worst possible intro to Prospero
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Violence, probable foreign cursing, and general prima donna attitudes
Nightmares, though she was unlikely to ever admit this to anyone, were not uncommon for Asuka Langley Soryu, Second Child, Pilot of Evangelion Unit 02, savior of mankind, and girl who had recently decided she could really use a formal rank instead of self-awarded titles. While she'd never discuss it, surely, Asuka is proud of herself for very quickly realizing this was a nightmare and, with the comforting sense of invulnerability that comes from lucid dreaming (or just being Asuka Langley Soryu), begins exploring the weird, twisted-looking city.
"All in all, this isn't so bad," she comments, noting how damn real everything felt when you were aware you were dreaming. She could even feel the humidity and smell sea salt, though that was clearly just because she really was on board a ship, asleep. "Weird moon, that's normal for me, coffins and bloody water, standard necrophobia...I guess my subconscious is getting ready to go into combat soon," she surmises aloud, kicking a rock.
...her expression gets less amusedly detached when she realized kicking a rock in these light summer shoes hurt. Why couldn't she dream up some combat boots...wait.
"I know I learned this...pain in a dream state is supposed to shock you awake..." she comments, smile fading completely as strange crawling black things start appearing from every corner and shadow, or so it seems.
She takes a deep breath. "Right. No panicking, Asuka. I am clearly dreaming anyway, but..." she begins, looking around for an escape route or a weapon, "there's no reason not to defend myself!"
As one of the gooshy black things gets to close to her and forms a white mask atop itself, she judges that to be a good weak point and plants a solid axe-kick right in the creepy thing's...face. Stunned, the Shadow burbles in place but another just as quickly whips at Asuka with a tentacle-esque appendage, causing her to shriek in revulsion and, with a decade of reflex training, dodge backward. The Shadow's 'arm' slices loose a stop sign - an American stop sign, Asuka notes in the part of her mind not occupied with combat, why am I in America?. Asuka picks up the unwieldy but sharp object and makes a rather clumsy swing, attempting and failing to dismember the black blob before backing off further.
That yell she'd let out, while rather embarrassing, could have also been fatal. Maybe she'd attract more of whatever these things were. Or maybe someone else...either way, at least she's armed now and can make a proper fight of it.
"LOS!" Asuka challenges the whatever-they-are in German. Even if she's somehow not dreaming, they've pissed her off.
WHEN: July 26, Dark Hour
WHERE: The streets near the Bayview Hotel
SUMMARY: A new girl appears and gets the worst possible intro to Prospero
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Violence, probable foreign cursing, and general prima donna attitudes
Nightmares, though she was unlikely to ever admit this to anyone, were not uncommon for Asuka Langley Soryu, Second Child, Pilot of Evangelion Unit 02, savior of mankind, and girl who had recently decided she could really use a formal rank instead of self-awarded titles. While she'd never discuss it, surely, Asuka is proud of herself for very quickly realizing this was a nightmare and, with the comforting sense of invulnerability that comes from lucid dreaming (or just being Asuka Langley Soryu), begins exploring the weird, twisted-looking city.
"All in all, this isn't so bad," she comments, noting how damn real everything felt when you were aware you were dreaming. She could even feel the humidity and smell sea salt, though that was clearly just because she really was on board a ship, asleep. "Weird moon, that's normal for me, coffins and bloody water, standard necrophobia...I guess my subconscious is getting ready to go into combat soon," she surmises aloud, kicking a rock.
...her expression gets less amusedly detached when she realized kicking a rock in these light summer shoes hurt. Why couldn't she dream up some combat boots...wait.
"I know I learned this...pain in a dream state is supposed to shock you awake..." she comments, smile fading completely as strange crawling black things start appearing from every corner and shadow, or so it seems.
She takes a deep breath. "Right. No panicking, Asuka. I am clearly dreaming anyway, but..." she begins, looking around for an escape route or a weapon, "there's no reason not to defend myself!"
As one of the gooshy black things gets to close to her and forms a white mask atop itself, she judges that to be a good weak point and plants a solid axe-kick right in the creepy thing's...face. Stunned, the Shadow burbles in place but another just as quickly whips at Asuka with a tentacle-esque appendage, causing her to shriek in revulsion and, with a decade of reflex training, dodge backward. The Shadow's 'arm' slices loose a stop sign - an American stop sign, Asuka notes in the part of her mind not occupied with combat, why am I in America?. Asuka picks up the unwieldy but sharp object and makes a rather clumsy swing, attempting and failing to dismember the black blob before backing off further.
That yell she'd let out, while rather embarrassing, could have also been fatal. Maybe she'd attract more of whatever these things were. Or maybe someone else...either way, at least she's armed now and can make a proper fight of it.
"LOS!" Asuka challenges the whatever-they-are in German. Even if she's somehow not dreaming, they've pissed her off.
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"Excuse me!" Asuka yells, with a distinct lack of grace. "Do I come and interrupt your night terrors?"
She mutters a garbled stream of German invectives as one of the original-recipe (as opposed to extra-crispy) Mayas takes another swing at her, and she responds with an inevitably clumsy but still quite powerful whack of her improvised axe. It sinks into the Shadow with a satisfying squelch, but fails to put it out for the count. "Aw, come on!" she complains, backing off, toward the unfamiliar girl. Stranger with a dye job and a weird ghost bird that Asuka might have to actually ask a psychiatrist about later or not, she seemed to be an ally for now, or at least an unusually friendly part of her subconscious.
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Syd just stays where she is, and fires more... fire. It appears to be doing its job, slowly, but certainly proving more effective than the makeshift axe. Magic is the way to go here.
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With another yell, she hacks away at the approaching monsters to keep them away from the other girl who was actually dealing damage. This wasn't the kind of combat she was trained for, exactly, but it wasn't too unlike how they had attempted to train her in joint operation tactics - her at the front, someone who could actually follow orders providing artillery support. Asuka didn't mind the situation particularly, although she really wished she could actually do some damage herself as her
rescuernew sidekick's Agi spell finally takes down one of the Mayas."How the hell are you doing that, anyway?" Asuka asks. It may be a dream, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
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She turns to the other girl. "It's not difficult. Just... think about summoning a Persona, that's what they're called." She grinned. "That's what I did and the next thing I knew I had a chicken shooting fireballs."
I wonder if I can reply by email...
She sighs. "You know what, though, I'll humor you. Maybe you're a part of my brain nagging me to practice my mental focus. Not like it'll do much outside an Eva, but if I can train in my sleep, it'll save time in the morning."
Asuka steps back, glares at the enemies, and focuses. She doesn't know about summoning, she's not interested in giant fire-chickens, but she does know how it feels to project an AT Field. Not that anyone can do that without an Evangelion, but she focuses her mind on the task anyway...and immediately gasps in pain.
Her head suddenly feels like it's splitting open, sharper and more intense than a migraine, with all the hypersensitivity that goes with it. Sounds ring in her ears, drowned out by the loud, hungry growling of the Shadows. These things...they really want to kill her. She feels like she can see them for the first time, black bubbling masses with masks like the Third Angel for the last seconds of the battle recording from Tokyo-3, when it was attempting to suicide against the rookie. They are real enemies, regardless of whether this is in her mind or not.
One sound cuts through the sensory overload of noise and impending fear of death:
Asuka wonders at the formal English in her mind.
A Shadow lunges at her, and Asuka steps back, head still wracked with pain but acting on instinct. When it comes down to fight or flight, Asuka always chooses the former, whether she can think or not, and now she knows exactly what to do. Thrusting her right hand forward, she focuses her mind on projecting her will, and shouts:
"Persona, einsetze!"
Asuka's head instantly clears as something appears above her - a blonde woman in shining if ancient-looking splint armor atop a red horse, the duo wreathed in flames. As Asuka thrusts her arm forward, the image of the woman lifts and hurls a massive spear, overhand, as if she were hunting, or fighting in the centuries before the invention of the stirrup. The semi-transparent spear of force immediately impacts and destroys one of the remaining Mayas, causing it to dissipate into black mist.
Asuka stands and stares for a solid five seconds as the image disappears again, her head clear now but her mind paralyzed in surprise. Then, she speaks.
"Heilig scheisse!"
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He doesn't comment on the personas, having seen them manifest before, but crosses to Syd, who he has spoken with briefly, and Asuka, who he hasn't, and looks down at them. The figure comes into view more fully now. A craggy face crowned with blonde to near silver hair, lightly freckled, stares down at them. He's massive, and in his off hand he holds a serviceable-looking Gladius. His clothes are painfully boring, sneakers, a button down shirt, and brown pants, but the overall impression is of someone who lives and breathes war, somehow masquerading as a civilian.
"My name is Garviel Loken. And welcome to the war." He turns back to engage remaining Mayas, taking up a natural flank defense position at Asuka's side.
"We'll talk more after these things are cleansed."
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"Okay, hang on, this is just getting too ridiculous," Asuka says, slipping back into an easier stance now that the Shadows are outside her immediate reach. "I want some explanations right now, starting with who the heck you people are and where I am. I've got this...thing I can use, and I'm not afraid to do so!" Asuka declares, pointing at her head and hefting her stop sign for extra emphasis.
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Garviel turns his back on her, still covering her side. "Threaten me if you wish, but see to your foes as well, or you may well regret it in whatever passes for your future."
"As for where you are, Prospero, the UNited States. WE'll speak more later."
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True to Garviel's prediction, Asuka gets smacked by a black tentacle-arm for her trouble in focusing on him. That hurt way more than something in a dream should, but more than hurting her it got her blood boiling. With a yell partly in pain and partly to focus, she gives the Maya that had snuck up on her a couple of deft, Persona-aided chops until it falls apart and boils away.
"Keep your filthy hands off, monsters!" she shouts.
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She's successful and the Shadows follow her. It isn't long to Syd before there's another Persona in the fight. She grins. "Nice!" She's barely aware of Garviel arriving, instead deciding to spend her time finishing off the Mayas. Bickering can wait.
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"They're almost broken! Finish it!"
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With that wordless but heartfelt battlecry, Asuka brings out the image of the burning valkyrie once more, which stabs down with its spear and splatters another weakened Maya. The rest of the group, true to Garviel's assessment, don't put up much more fight as they fade back into the landscape. For now, anyway.
With surprising quickness, the street reverts to holding nothing more than a bunch of coffins and three people, one of them a panting-with-exertion redhead looking around alertly for more enemies, even though her head has now gone back to killing her.
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She turns to Asuka. "Are you all right?"
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"A good question. I'm not sure any of us that are aware of the situation actually have medical skills... we may need to bring you to a hospital."
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And at that point, her legs give out and she drops to one knee, breathing heavily. "Ha...ha...wow...whatever that Persona thing is, it takes a lot out of you." Never mind the blood on her arm, it's just a flesh wound.
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She gives Asuka's wound a closer look, narrowing her eyes. "It doesn't look that bad to me, but I haven't had much medical training. I could be totally wrong."
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Garviel's expression is still flat, but there is some concern in the huge man's voice.
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She stands on her own, dropping her amazingly cumbersome improvised weapon as being too heavy to bother with right now. "Just tell me where this 'hotel' is. All I need is some disinfectant and a break, and I can get that there."
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