Application for Kamina
That weird beastman, the almost human one, Viral; his mecha was taller and stronger, its captain more experienced. Viral thought that made him better than Kamina. Skill, planning, logic, reason? To Kamina, these things have nothing to do with true strength! True strength comes from a man’s will! The determination in his soul!
But Viral thought he was better than Kamina, and this irked him. Just because his ganmen was taller than Gurren, Kamina’s mecha.
And there was Simon, in Lagann, right there next to him. A sudden idea occurred to Kamina. As with all sudden ideas, there was only one possible course of action-act on it as quickly as possible.
“Simon, let’s do ‘that’.”
But in the next second, he wasn’t seated in Gurren’s cockpit.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Kamina’s hand flies to the katana on his hip.
“UWAH! IT’S A BEAST MAN!”
He draws the katana slowly and dramatically over his head.
“HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF THE GREAT LORD KAMINA?”
The sword slashes down, stopping in front of Mickey.
“ DEMON LEADER OF THE DAI GURREN DAN! ENEMY OF BEASTMEN EVERYWHERE!”
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“My quest?” The question is exciting, and Kamina forgets instantly about any desire to kill Mickey. He holds the sword slightly aloof.
“To defeat the beastmen! To liberate all the humans trapped beneath the surface, trapped beneath walls and ceilings!”
He re-sheathes his sword and points to the heavens. He is yelling now.
“TO PIERCE THE HEAVENS! TO GO BEYOND THE IMPOSSIBLE AND KICK REASON TO THE CURB!”
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
He thinks deeply for a moment.
“A mole-pig steak.” He answers finally. “Wait-” He pauses to think again. “-Three mole pig steaks.”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
“EH?!?”
He draws the katana and waves in front of himself at his non-existent foe.
“WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK I AM, THAT THEY CAN TRICK THE GREAT KAMINA?”
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Kamina grins and crosses his arms.
“Heh. When the revolution comes, I’ll be the one who started it.”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Kamina twitches an eyebrow. “What’s…chocolate?”
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
“What’s robots pirates fairies bears monkeys vampires?”
An idea occurs to him. He draws his katana, and points at Mickey.
“You making fun of me, mole?”
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
“Heh.”
He twitches the katana slightly.
“Bet this is sharp.”
But Viral thought he was better than Kamina, and this irked him. Just because his ganmen was taller than Gurren, Kamina’s mecha.
And there was Simon, in Lagann, right there next to him. A sudden idea occurred to Kamina. As with all sudden ideas, there was only one possible course of action-act on it as quickly as possible.
“Simon, let’s do ‘that’.”
But in the next second, he wasn’t seated in Gurren’s cockpit.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Kamina’s hand flies to the katana on his hip.
“UWAH! IT’S A BEAST MAN!”
He draws the katana slowly and dramatically over his head.
“HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF THE GREAT LORD KAMINA?”
The sword slashes down, stopping in front of Mickey.
“ DEMON LEADER OF THE DAI GURREN DAN! ENEMY OF BEASTMEN EVERYWHERE!”
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“My quest?” The question is exciting, and Kamina forgets instantly about any desire to kill Mickey. He holds the sword slightly aloof.
“To defeat the beastmen! To liberate all the humans trapped beneath the surface, trapped beneath walls and ceilings!”
He re-sheathes his sword and points to the heavens. He is yelling now.
“TO PIERCE THE HEAVENS! TO GO BEYOND THE IMPOSSIBLE AND KICK REASON TO THE CURB!”
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
He thinks deeply for a moment.
“A mole-pig steak.” He answers finally. “Wait-” He pauses to think again. “-Three mole pig steaks.”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
“EH?!?”
He draws the katana and waves in front of himself at his non-existent foe.
“WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK I AM, THAT THEY CAN TRICK THE GREAT KAMINA?”
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Kamina grins and crosses his arms.
“Heh. When the revolution comes, I’ll be the one who started it.”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Kamina twitches an eyebrow. “What’s…chocolate?”
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
“What’s robots pirates fairies bears monkeys vampires?”
An idea occurs to him. He draws his katana, and points at Mickey.
“You making fun of me, mole?”
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
“Heh.”
He twitches the katana slightly.
“Bet this is sharp.”