Subject: [FFML] God's Toychest: NGE
From: "Christopher Angel" <c_j_angel@hotmail.com>
Date: 9/30/2003, 8:18 PM
To:


Oh, come on.  It's not like wouldn't do one of these for NGE.

BTW, can someone tell me if the title I chose is even remotely appropriate
(and if not, give me a suggestion)?  My bible knowledge is scant at best.

Updates: Other than this, which I whipped out today when I was supposed to
be working, not much.  I really need to stop playing Disgaea.  And .hack.
And Tron.  And Temple of Elemental Evil.  :D
__________________________________

Chris woke up in a ghost town.  Well, if you wanted to get pedantic, it was
really a ghost city.  As he wandered the streets he started to mentally
catalogue various details:

Incredibly clean streets, made of high-quality (and incredibly expensive)
concrete.  The stuff they only bother to use in big airports in very
temperate zones.

A general architectural design philosophy that reminded him of the
pretentious little snerts back at NIT.  The ones that kept on wanting to
make ultra-modern buildings with a huge slant on one side and gardens all
over the place - where form overrode function to the extreme.

In fact, there was a general ultra-modern feeling in the whole place - kind
of like a city that had been recently built in the early 21st century by
people that had more than enough money to build in every convenience they'd
want.

The odd destroyed building here and there, like the Hand of God had decided
to smush random citizens of the empty city, and didn't care much what poor
piece of construction got in the way.

In short, Chris concluded, the whole place was decidely weird.  Especially
the odd minor earthquakes that were happening every second or so.

"Welp," he shrugged.  "Time to make the donuts.  Let's see what the Boss has
for me to do today."  He put his hands in his trenchcoat and began to roam
the streets.

After an hour or so, Chris was decidedly creeped out.  This was something
right out of a Twilight Zone movie - everything looked like people had just
dropped it and vanished.  Cars just stopped in the middle of the streets,
doors open, engine - electric, Chris noted pleasantly - running.  Meals left
at a counter or a table, half eaten and still mostly warm.  Apartments with
the doors open, sinks running, meals cooking.  There were signs all over the
place flashing evacuation warnings, but no real directions on where he
should go.

And those damn tremors were getting stronger.  Downright annoying, in fact,
he decided after one knocked him off his feet.

Walking around the corner of a particularly tall building, he foudn himself
face to face with a foot.  And an ankle.  And a calf.

Ones apparently part of a body roughly 50 stories tall.

With a really silly looking body.

Something about it really struck Chris as familiar, but it didn't hit him
until the giant sort of bent over to look at him.

"Sachiel?!"

***

The staff of Nerv HQ had seen a lot of weird things in their time.

And the Third Angel wasn't particularly high on that list.

The strange man who appeared in Tokyo-3, however, was on his way to a new
record.  Never mind the fact that the Magi identified him as possibly
another Angel.  Never mind the fact that they couldn't get a decent picture
of him due to the odd distortion effect his AT Field was causing.  No, what
really threw them for a loop was the fact that the man, upon coming across
the Third Angel...

...proceeded to almost kill himself laughing, and then began to TALK with
the badamned thing.

***

*What's so damn funny, Chris?*

"Neat, telepathy.  You look like a dork."  He wiped his eyes.  "Hoo boy, I
haven't had a laugh like that in ages."

The giant's posture slumped, as if it was depressed.  *I didn't have much of
a choice, you know.*

Chris shrugged. "Well, you still look like a dork.  So, what's the deal?
Last I saw you had a slightly different modus operandi, friend.  Something
involving wings and a mostly human form of roughly normal size, remember?"

*Well...*

***

"Gah."  Chris shuddered and shook his head.  "That's sick.  So you guys have
to do this goofy get up?  Lame."

*Yeah.  Some days I think Gabriel's been eating funny mushrooms,* Sachiel
replied, and then sent across a mental sigh.

"Are you TRYING to get thwomped?" Chris demanded and backed up a couple
steps.  "Gabriel doesn't take the personal criticism well, you know."

*Bah.*

"So why am *I* here?  There's no way I'm going to do that giant monster
shtick, it just ain't my thing."

*Well, I think Gabriel wants you to replace Tabris.*

"TABRIS?!" Chris shouted in disgust.  "He was going to send that sicko down?
What is he thinking?!  That little pedophiliac pervert would try to seduce
the pilots in a second."  He shuddered.  "Ick."

*Uh, I think that was the point.  The pilots are poster children for
psychotherapy, Chris.  He'd be able to wrap them around his finger in a
second.*

"Dude, I don't care.  There's just some things you don't do.  I'll replace
him, just for the sake of protecting those kids.  There's no freaking way
I'm going to pull anything like that, I don't care what Gabe wants."

*This is war, Chris.*

"Some wars are worth losing, if you have to sink that low to win."

***************

God's Toy: NGE
Apocrypha



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