Unexpected outcome

"Let's try this again," Fred Takahashi whisper softly, actually being able to reach out and GRAB this freak of nature, pushing him hard against a wall (some security guy and a U.S. Marine type behind a bulletproof glass goggling me all the while). "Before I cut you badly, what ARE YOU DOING?!"

Fre silently thanks whatever deities that actually may exist out there that his party members are not here to witness this. Having the goggling marine and security guard is bad enough for an audience. He's playing this by ear and does not wish to mess up.

The G-man blinks slowly, still not quiet being able to believe that this . . . human has been able to not only take an entire CLIP of bullets to the face, but be able to actually PIN him to the wall with his combat knife!

Hell, he'd even tried using his abilities to freeze people in their tracks with a glance . . . .nothing. Or rather, something. Something like a barrier blocked it from reaching within this human's mind and still the nerve impulses to certain motor functions.

Training like that should not be available to the humans of THIS world.

The knife digs a little deeper, drawing a slight his of pain from the G- man.

This is NOT happening, the G-man protests to himself.

It's absurd. But absurd or not, he's in REAL danger here. This rogue soldier had . . .

?

"The NERVE emblem?" he blinks, recognizing the crimson half leaf and the phrase written underneath. It actually is a combined emblem. On the right of the patch/emblem is the NERV logo. On the left side is that of a rearing black gryphon: The heraldry symbol of House D'Honaire, current ruler of Aqualria.

Many things had come and gone in the twenty or so years Fred's Tokyo 3 had dwelled upon that one world called Terra, you see.

A slight sigh from the G-man's assailant and the knife digs a bit deeper: "I ask the questions, not you."

"Uh right," G-man mutters nervously. "How foolish of me to forget."

Licking his lips slightly, he tries to put the best spin on a VERY bad situation.

"I am attempting to . . .clean up a mess here," G-man replies softly. "Nothing else other than . . .odds end displace ends have fallen into the dimensional rifts caused by the accident in the Anomalous Materials accident. The bomb is to seal the breech."

"If not make it worse," the man says softly. "But of course it is very . . . convenient that the atomic blast would also silence any loose lips, ne?"

G-man didn't answer, knowing anything said might only get his throat slit here.

"And of course for some reason you recognize the one heraldry sign I wear," Fred states, considering. "Not like the others I've run into, either, by the sound of it."

"Like you know it's for real and not some anime or manga?" Fred quizes, awaiting a reaction.

Slightly arked eyebrows seem to ask Fred something.

"And why would it be a work of fiction, sir?" the G-man begins, only to be interrupted by antsy scientist and security types who'd been wondering what the holdup was.

"Questions answered with questions are not answers," Fred hisses. "How do you know of NERV? In what capacity, asshole? Exactly?!"

G-man

This is not good. Not in the least!

This should not be possible. I am being held at knifepoint by a human being. A knife of all things! How did he even get close enough to me to do this? How did he resist my abilities without even blinking?

Well, however he did he seems to not have even known it had happened, or he hides it well. Either way? I must be VERY cautious. In my wording and my actions.

My death in and of itself means nothing, just as long as I complete my mission. However, if I should die NOW? That could well endanger it. Therefore, I should attempt to live. Therefore some divulging of information is called for, it is just a matter of HOW I divulge it.

After all, even in THIS situation one can manipulate people, correct? Maybe I could even win him to my side? Or at least win enough to where he puts down that blasted KNIFE from my throat!

But as with any journey of a thousand miles, one must take the first step.

"NERV is an organization tasked to defend humanity against Angel attacks," I say slowly and carefully, not revealing the ulterior motives of those at the top of the chain of command and some shadowy organization called SEELE.

"Anything else?" the man prods. "How popular is it all with the . . . anime fan clubs?"

Excuse me? What exactly was that supposed to mean? I mean I suppose that there would be a LOT of people out there appreciative of the work that the EVAs do in defending life and limb. However, the way this man phrases it would be almost like . . . he's referring to NERV and such as a work of fiction? No, strike that. He refers to it AS fiction or . . . maybe there is a lot of fan based stories out there based upon the real thing? Fictional history accounts, just done up in cartoons and such.

Strange, the usual historical fiction is done in the more traditional paperback fictions. Historical fiction, as it were.

"Popular enough I'd imagine . . . though how idolized as compared to the reality I couldn't venture," I say in a neutral voice. This human has a decidely ODD way of conducting an interrogation!

The thing he asks next makes me wonder if I was foolish to think I could ever have steered this conversation into channels that are useful . . . to anything that I may hope to even survive.

He's mad. It's the only thing he could be. He is insane. Resigning myself to fate, I close my eyes and answer.

"No, there is no magical elves or magic users back in Tokyo 3 that I'm familiar with," I say softly, waiting for the knife to end my life.

"But I know of one," a soft female voice says. Opening my eyes slightly, they open a bit wider at the sight of . . . what appear to be a slightly OLDER version of that one prize target/potential employee I'd sent Cubbage to retrieve. It is not her, though. Even IF I remember reading that she was somehow a trans-genetic human with both "Angel" and human DNA (to better able to fight with her EVA I suppose, the exact details were lacking in the files I accessed), I rather doubt that the "Nephilim" . . .should have glowing blue angelic wings growing from her back.

Then I notice more the somewhat smaller figure she's hugging. At first I chide myself for having somehow overlooking this other person. Might even have chided myself for not noticing their entrance (however it happened). As for the second, I blame this madman who's knife is still on my neck. As for the first? Well . . .there is something etherial about her in her beauty that draws the eyes upon her and her alone, angellic.

The blue wings are a nice touch.

Looking at the other figure after blinking at having thougths like that (have been wearing this human disguies for TOO long if I'm having thoughts that human females are attractive) I see . . . if it was not for the fact she has red hair and . . . slightly glowing red wings she's be the splitting image of that one girl I'd sent the retrieval team to get.

The young winged girl (if I do not miss my guess) gives off a shuddering sob.

"It's okay Reika," the older blue haired and winged woman whispers softly and lovingly to the crying one in her arms. "I'm here."

1. As it turns out, I'm slightly wrong about what is going on, but then again so is the blue winged one so I feel not so out of sorts....

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