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tvklogs2011-07-26 11:56 pm
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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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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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