Shinji emerged from darkness slowly. He blinked his eyes open, squinting against the soft loft that filled the entry plug. For a moment his mind reeled as he tried to focus through the slowly waning effects of the sedatives. Not to mention the other chemical cocktails that had been mixed in with the pseudo-LCL surrounding him. Of course, he was unaware of all of that - he simply knew that he appeared to be in an entry plug. His entry plug, perhaps. It all seemed so familiar - the monitors, the control panel laid out below him. It all fit, all slotted into those little compartments of memory that he'd shut and forced back into the recesses of his mind
( ... )
Static buzzed, brief bursts of sound that didn't quite form into words. Then silence, hanging heavy in the confines of the plug for a handful of heartbeats before another hiss of static.
"--nji--"
The voice was female, laden with poorly-hidden strain. Misato? Possible, or a close match to hers.
"--you hear--" Static. "--Shi--"
And then nothing. No sound, no response to his hand on the controls.
In the meantime the doctor sat at the monitors, glasses reflecting the flickering colors playing out on the monitors as they displayed the experiment's status. Shinji's current status, rather. Phase 1 was building the groundwork for what was to come. For now the boy had to explore his situation and come to his own conclusions about this reality.
"Misato?" His voice cracked slightly as he sat up a bit straighter, trying to shake off the feeling of lethargy that weighed him down. Misato sounded worried. Strained. The strain she tried to hide every time, but Shinji could always tell that it was there. He tugged at the controls again, listened to the clunk. No readouts. Nothing to tell him what was going on. He tugged at them again, feeling panic well up in his chest. "Misato?"
Again, there was no response. He reached up to try the hatch - the emergency release didn't budge. This all seemed familiar. Far too familiar. The Sea of Dirac-?
A conclusion came to him through the fog of drugs and confusion. He was still trapped in the Sea of Dirac. In a moment of blind terror and panic, he screamed.
As though the scream was a signal light abruptly flared within the entry plug, shining from both the viewscreens and the equipment panels, bright enough to blind.
...and then it faded, becoming nothing more than the glare of morning sun through a classroom window. Shinji stood alone now, alone within the empty classroom with no sign of the entry plug (Or was there a phantom memory of the feel of LCL against bare skin? Perhaps...) or any other people. Voices in the hallway indicated there was someone there, and more voices from outside the open window. For now, though, the room simply stood in readiness at the beginning of the day.
[From here.]Kaworu had watched as humans had worked on the different parts of the Evangelion units, or similar creations of theirs. They preferred him to stay in other areas, but they had needed to teach him when the opportunity arose to make him a pilot. He had conceded, and they had shown him the details of these objects with some pride
( ... )
Shinji struggled out of the haze of drug induced sleep as something changed. He was dimly aware that the LCL was beginning to drain away from him and he coughed. Liquid spilled out of his lungs and suddenly he was breathing air again instead of the thick, blood-like fluid. It was a fight to even crack his eyes open - he felt weak, limbs limp and he slowly pushed his head up, eyelids cracked open to a darkened room and an empty plug. His tongue felt thick and words refused to come.
"...wha...?"
He remembered dreams. He remembered realities. Was this just another one? Would this melt away into some other scenario? Or was this his real world? Was this where he really belonged? There was a figure - figures? - outside, crouched outside of the plug. Who-?
There was a moment where Kaworu didn't move. After desiring for everything to go faster, an unfamiliar and demanding feeling, he wanted the time to absorb what he saw. Shinji was undressed, pale against the machinery. However, he was moving. There was life underneath. His chest rose and fell with air, although LCL ran from his nose. His eyes were just opening, but they didn't find Kaworu. They looked up at the light that poured in from behind him, as though seeing for the first time. Everything unfamiliar, too unfamiliar to be threatening. Kaworu's relief was so intense that it afforded no room for breathing, and little for thinking
( ... )
The gawking ended when Asuka was pushed aside by another person. Kaworu, the angel, had made the first move toward Shinji. How rude, and after she had gotten the door open for all of them. Some people had no manners at all. Well, Asuka was not going to be left in the dust, and Heaven forbid wonder girl get there before her.
The eva pilot followed after Kaworu, forgetting her baseball bat in her fervency to reach Shinji. The entry plug's emergency door was open and LCL washed past her legs, soaking the bottom of her institute-issued pants. She peered in behind Kaworu and almost gasped out loud at the sight of wonder boy. Why the hell was he naked?! As if it were some personal affront to her sensibilities, the redhead fumed silently behind the fifth child before embarrassment leaked out the only way it could. Through yelling.
"What are you doing? Don't just stare, you pervert! We have to get him out of here! What if they come back?" Whoever "they" were. Asuka looked around them, but saw nothing in the darkness.
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"--nji--"
The voice was female, laden with poorly-hidden strain. Misato? Possible, or a close match to hers.
"--you hear--" Static. "--Shi--"
And then nothing. No sound, no response to his hand on the controls.
In the meantime the doctor sat at the monitors, glasses reflecting the flickering colors playing out on the monitors as they displayed the experiment's status. Shinji's current status, rather. Phase 1 was building the groundwork for what was to come. For now the boy had to explore his situation and come to his own conclusions about this reality.
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Again, there was no response. He reached up to try the hatch - the emergency release didn't budge. This all seemed familiar. Far too familiar. The Sea of Dirac-?
A conclusion came to him through the fog of drugs and confusion. He was still trapped in the Sea of Dirac. In a moment of blind terror and panic, he screamed.
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...and then it faded, becoming nothing more than the glare of morning sun through a classroom window. Shinji stood alone now, alone within the empty classroom with no sign of the entry plug (Or was there a phantom memory of the feel of LCL against bare skin? Perhaps...) or any other people. Voices in the hallway indicated there was someone there, and more voices from outside the open window. For now, though, the room simply stood in readiness at the beginning of the day.
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"...wha...?"
He remembered dreams. He remembered realities. Was this just another one? Would this melt away into some other scenario? Or was this his real world? Was this where he really belonged? There was a figure - figures? - outside, crouched outside of the plug. Who-?
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The eva pilot followed after Kaworu, forgetting her baseball bat in her fervency to reach Shinji. The entry plug's emergency door was open and LCL washed past her legs, soaking the bottom of her institute-issued pants. She peered in behind Kaworu and almost gasped out loud at the sight of wonder boy. Why the hell was he naked?! As if it were some personal affront to her sensibilities, the redhead fumed silently behind the fifth child before embarrassment leaked out the only way it could. Through yelling.
"What are you doing? Don't just stare, you pervert! We have to get him out of here! What if they come back?" Whoever "they" were. Asuka looked around them, but saw nothing in the darkness.
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