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<rant>
Last time I sent out this fic, people mailed me comments that generally
said something like:
"This fic sucks. The characters are flat, and you shouldn't have put it
in script format."
Most of these people also said that they barely read three pages, and
weren't going to read more until I improved. Nobody bothered to write
WHY the fic sucks or WHY the characters are flat. When I asked, I got
replies like,
"Well the fic is bad because the characters are flat."
"The characters are flat because it's in script format. You shouldn't
have put it in script format because your characters are made flat by
it."
"Because your characters are made flat by the script format, this fic
sucks."
(Note: These three lines came from different replies. I did no editing.
Just cut and paste.)
Circular reasoning. In short, nobody told me anything of real use. Not
that they could, having only read the first three pages.
Oh . . . . the injustice of it all . . . ^_^;
My argument:
Yes, this fic may be bad, and telling me about it is all very fine and
all, but would somebody please mind telling me just what's wrong with
it? Without proper C&C, I can't improve the story. Thank you very much.
</rant>
Here's the second release, prose format by request. C&C would be the
greatest thing in the world.
Summary:
Two very old characters appear in a series they've been in before but
never as themselves.
Notes on this fic:
Despite anything anybody says, this fic is most definitely not a
spin-off. It only looks like that because aliens from planet U-3825 have
secretly altered everyone's brains.
SeventhOne
nanashi96@hotmail.com
http://www.nanashimanga.com
2B or not 2B. That is the question . . . unless you happen to use pen.
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Disclaimers:
To be short.
Everything belongs to everybody those things belong to. My stuff is mine
unless it's someone else's (in this case, Long Ngo's). Hope that's not
confusing.
Revelations 0:1:1
the calm before the storm
There is a small child on a hill in the plains, standing in the tall
grass. It's stormy, though there's no rain, only violent winds that
cause the grass to ripple. It tears at the child's long ragged shirt,
but he doesn't seem to notice.
He's talking to someone, a specter of a woman.
"What is your name?" she asks.
"My name is in the past, and I dare not think about that which has
been, for the more I remember, the more I want to forget."
"Where are the other people?"
"Where is no one here anymore. Once there were many, but they have
all left for a better place."
"Why are you still here?"
"It is my fate to be here, and I shall fulfill it."
"When will you leave?"
"I shall never. I love this place, and I shall protect that which I
love, else there would be no meaning to what I do."
"Can you live on?"
"I live in the future and the future is unknown. I shall make it so."
"Can I trust you?"
"I have nothing to lie for, nothing to lose."
"Thank you."
With a gust of wind, she blows away like a cloud of smoke before the
child's eyes. The child looks up at the sky.
"I remember your name. I have lost you once, and I shall never lose
you again."
Chad Yang presents
Revelations
a fanfiction
Layer : 01
Inside a gothic church, a few old ladies listened intently to a
sermon. The speaker is Ikari Gendo, but he's . . . different. His face
is almost . . . kind. Standing at the podium, he smiles as he speaks,
with a sort of a wild gleam in his eyes, a passion that we've never seen
before.
". . . you can spend hours, days, even weeks arguing whether miracles
still happen today. In the end, you'll get nowhere, for miracles, like
beauty, are in the eye of the beholder. The question is not whether
miracles still happen. The question is whether or not you believe in Him
enough. For the believer, everything is a miracle. The Lord is the
Creator of this world in which we live, and every bit of this world is
part of the miracle of creation. Those who believe see truth in this,
and are grateful; the grass; the trees; the air. Even the pain. All
these things were created by the Lord to teach us, and little by little,
we become closer to Him. We thank the Lord for his teachings. Amen."
"Amen," returned the mass. The old ladies begin to leave.
Gendo smiles. He gets down from the podium and makes his way to the
office.
There's a girl, a Japanese girl, sitting in an armchair within
Gendo's office, looking at the lunchbox on her lap. You can take a
closer look if you want. She's fifteen, average height. She looks . . .
remarkably similar to Rei. But she's not an albino. She's normal.
Quieter than normal, almost part of the office itself, but still normal.
Then again, you can never tell.
The metallic clank of the doorknob sounds, and the girl looks over to
the door. She appears slightly worried, a bit surprised. Why? We'll know
soon enough.
Gendo opens the door. Blinks.
"Chie! Why are you here?"
Her expression changes slowly to a nervous smile.
"Hello Daddy! Um . . . You forgot lunch this morning. Mommy asked me
to bring it to you."
She stands up and hands the lunchbox over to him. He takes it with a
smile.
"Thanks, Chie. Hmm . . . isn't today Saturday? Tell your mother I'll
be home early tonight, 'kay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
She walks out, then closes the door enough so that Gendo can only see
her face
"Goodbye, father."
Gendo's smile fades.
"Was that . . . a farewell?"
Toji looks up at the sign, determined.
"Nippon Evangelical Reform Vindication Society. . . . She's here."
"Toji-kun?"
He snaps out of it and turns around.
Right into the girl's face.
He turns beat red and falls over. The girl giggles.
"Hello Toji-kun."
"Ah . . . um . . . Hello . . ."
"Careful, Toji. Next time you might break something."
She reaches out a hand
<Five Years Ago>
Ikari Shinji's standing on the shores of the Tokyo-3 lake.
"Will you come with me?" asks a girl.
"Yes."
<Now>
Two girls lie on the ground in a forest clearing, staring at the
moon.
"It's nice seeing how happy they are . . . Oririel?"
"Yes Chie?"
"I'm not sure who I am anymore. That boy . . . his name was Shinji."
"Yes."
"He's part of me. So is Rei. . . . and this girl with the same name
as I have, Chie . . . Oririel? Did you name me after her?"
"Yes."
"Am I Shinji? Or Rei? Or Chie?"
"You are who you are. Shinji and Rei no longer exists."
" . . . Who am I?"
"What do you think you are?"
Silence.
"Is Shinji still alive?"
"Only if you want him to be."
Another silence.
"Do you want to meet Shinji?"
"Meet?"
"Yes. In the place where we're going to, he's still alive."
"He is?"
Oririeled breathed.
"Yes. He is . . . " she whispered.
A boy lies upon the sand, fainted from fatigue.
A shadow crosses him, and oddly unnatural shadow, consisting of a
rectangular box mounted on what looked like a branch of a tree.
Time: Unavailable
Name: Oririel
Race: Angel; Archangel
Class: Unlimited
Category: Unlimited
Expiration: None
Notes: Fallen
Somewhere, a redhead sits up, panting hard. She looks around as she
does, slowly taking in her surroundings. A bed in the middle of an empty
white room.
" . . . just . . . a dream . . ."
Layer : 02
"Maya, give me a status report."
"Pattern blue. It's an Angel."
The redhead materializes in the middle of a clearing, wearing a
school uniform like Rei's. Chie appears in the same manner a moment
later.
" Where are we?" she asks.
"A place very much like where you came from."
" . . . What's different?"
"There's a boy here who would recognize me."
"Is he an angel?"
"No. And he hasn't met me before."
"Why would he recognize you?"
"I can't tell you that yet."
She steps forward.
"What is the status of the Eva pilots?"
"Asuka, Shinji and Toji will be here in about 10 minutes. Ayanami and
the new pilot, Saotome, are preparing now."
"What did you say? You're not seriously thinking about sending Ranma
out there, are you?"
"Commander's orders. The other pilots aren't here yet."
"Entry plugs for Unit 00 and Unit 03 have been inserted."
"But he's never piloted an Eva before!"
"Neither did Shinji."
Ranma's standing in front of a divider with Rei on the opposite side.
The silhouette she casts upon the curtain makes it quite clear what
she's doing.
Ranma, however, doesn't notice. He looks at the plug suit Misato had
handed him.
"Can't believe a place like this couldn't get me a small enough
uniform. . . . Rei? Can I ask you something?"
"Yes," she says, apparently oblivious.
"I think this suit is too big for me."
"One size fits all."
"Uh . . . What do you mean?"
Rei walks around the divider, completely nude. Ranma stares.
"What's wrong?"
"Y-You're naked!"
"Is that a problem?"
"Yes!"
Rei looks blank for a moment.
"There's a button on your left wrist, push it and the suit will
adjust itself."
She walks back around divider.
"Thanks Rei. . . . Rei?"
"Yes?"
" . . . um, nevermind"
The LCL rises. Ranma, in his body suit, holds his breath as his head
goes under.
"You can breathe now, Saotome-kun," says Misato over the com.
Ranma spit out the bubbles.
"How do you feel? Are you ready?"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Well, you're manly," she says, laughing.
"What'd you say?" he asked angrily.
"Nothing, nothing," she laughs.
Ranma scowls.
"I'm ready."
"Set language parameters to Japanese, Maya. Begin activation of Eva
Unit 03!"
"Beginning activation."
"Approaching border line."
"Border line reached......and passed. Activation complete. Sync rate
is at 28%."
"That's good is it?" asked Ranma.
"It's . . . okay Ranma. Well within operational standards."
The link goes out for a moment, then flashes back to life. In a more
commanding tone, Misato gives them the orders.
"Rei, Ranma, get ready. Launch!"
End Revelations 0:1:1
Next: a single peal of thunder
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