31_days fic: A turning point...
Quiet day today, but I managed to get this one written up, despite many distractions...
Title: "Man(?)/Machine Interface"
Day/Theme: Sept. 26) she smiles like the knife
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Character/Pairing: Ireul, Makoto Huyuuga, OFC
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Takes place during Episode 13. And for once, since I started writing "Neon Enoch Evangelion", aka the ambitious NGE project, we actually see our girl at work, under rather pressing circumstances. Something significant happens here and this is perhaps the real turning point of "The Grigori Continuum". There's actually a bit more planned for this section, but I felt I'd hold off on it till another chapter.
Maintenance day: while her laptop was defragmenting, Sabia went over some of the hardcopy she had printed from the files she had collected so far, jotting notes on the whiteboards that lined the walls of her office and using different colored markers to cross-reference details.
A pattern had started to emerge: the Angels had started to manifest increasing amounts of intelligence, to the point that it set a disturbing trend. Enniel might joke about the Angels being "thankfully distant in-bred idiot relatives", but that had taken on the signs of being a mask for the events to come.
An attack klaxon sounded, causing her to jolt. "Dammit, I we're not supposed to get used to those things, but you'd think I'd stop jumping out of my skin," she muttered. She turned back to the laptop, intending to stop the defragger and shut the machine down.
The defragger had already shut down, clearly interrupted by something. A text document popped open and Enochian text started typing by itself.
Fear not, this will not take long. It will end before the Lilim have time to scream.
"Othmar, if this is your idea of a prank," she started to reach for the keyboard to open the instant messanger and fire off a reply, but she discovered the cursor had frozen.
More text scrolled on the screen. This can go easier, Penemue, if you can give me the access codes.
"What the hell?" she muttered. "Does it sense me here and does it think I'm an Angel?" She reached for the network cable that connected the laptop to the wall jack and pulled it free of the wall.
The text did not stop scrolling across the screen. Will you assist me? Yes or No?
"No, no, not now, I don't need this. Get away from my computer, you bitch!" Gritting her teeth, she clutched the screen, reflexively.
A violet light started to emanate from the palm of her hand. A cluster of purple hexagons sprang up on the screen. A high-pitched tone resounded from the monitor.
An AT field?!
Something snapped inside the computer and the screen went black. Smoke puffed out of the vent on the side.
"Dammit," she muttered. "How did I do that?" She stared at her hand, lifting it and gazing at the palm. She knew that humans living among Grigori were known to take on Grigori characteristics, but never anything so dramatic. She'd had reasons to suspect something had happened between Enniel and her mother, but while she knew Grigori-human children existed, she had never heard of any manifesting an AT Field.
At that moment, the klaxon cut out. She stared up at the ceiling. "What happened? Did I kill it somehow?"
No time to figure it out: she headed for the evacuation bunker.
It wasn't until three hours later that she finally got back to her office to survey the wreckage of the laptop.
Someone knocked on the doorjamb; she looked up to find Huyuuga peering in.
"Are you all right, Miss Valiant?" he asked. "We detected an AT Field down here: the reading wasn't strong and it disappeared before we could do anything about it."
"I'm all right, Huyuuga, I just had a computer overclock in my face."
"That Angel didn't try to attack your computer, did it?"
"It did, and I think that's why it overclocked."
He eyed the smoking remains of the laptop. "You want me to take a look at it when I'm off-duty tonight?"
"Oh, please do, if you can spare the time. I'll buy you a steak dinner, my treat."
"Thanks, but I wouldn't want to impose."
A romantic overture was the furthest thing from her mind, but she sensed he was skirting her in case she had that intent. "Nah, don't worry about it: I've got a good charge account and I'm careful with it."
Title: "Man(?)/Machine Interface"
Day/Theme: Sept. 26) she smiles like the knife
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Character/Pairing: Ireul, Makoto Huyuuga, OFC
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Takes place during Episode 13. And for once, since I started writing "Neon Enoch Evangelion", aka the ambitious NGE project, we actually see our girl at work, under rather pressing circumstances. Something significant happens here and this is perhaps the real turning point of "The Grigori Continuum". There's actually a bit more planned for this section, but I felt I'd hold off on it till another chapter.
Maintenance day: while her laptop was defragmenting, Sabia went over some of the hardcopy she had printed from the files she had collected so far, jotting notes on the whiteboards that lined the walls of her office and using different colored markers to cross-reference details.
A pattern had started to emerge: the Angels had started to manifest increasing amounts of intelligence, to the point that it set a disturbing trend. Enniel might joke about the Angels being "thankfully distant in-bred idiot relatives", but that had taken on the signs of being a mask for the events to come.
An attack klaxon sounded, causing her to jolt. "Dammit, I we're not supposed to get used to those things, but you'd think I'd stop jumping out of my skin," she muttered. She turned back to the laptop, intending to stop the defragger and shut the machine down.
The defragger had already shut down, clearly interrupted by something. A text document popped open and Enochian text started typing by itself.
Fear not, this will not take long. It will end before the Lilim have time to scream.
"Othmar, if this is your idea of a prank," she started to reach for the keyboard to open the instant messanger and fire off a reply, but she discovered the cursor had frozen.
More text scrolled on the screen. This can go easier, Penemue, if you can give me the access codes.
"What the hell?" she muttered. "Does it sense me here and does it think I'm an Angel?" She reached for the network cable that connected the laptop to the wall jack and pulled it free of the wall.
The text did not stop scrolling across the screen. Will you assist me? Yes or No?
"No, no, not now, I don't need this. Get away from my computer, you bitch!" Gritting her teeth, she clutched the screen, reflexively.
A violet light started to emanate from the palm of her hand. A cluster of purple hexagons sprang up on the screen. A high-pitched tone resounded from the monitor.
An AT field?!
Something snapped inside the computer and the screen went black. Smoke puffed out of the vent on the side.
"Dammit," she muttered. "How did I do that?" She stared at her hand, lifting it and gazing at the palm. She knew that humans living among Grigori were known to take on Grigori characteristics, but never anything so dramatic. She'd had reasons to suspect something had happened between Enniel and her mother, but while she knew Grigori-human children existed, she had never heard of any manifesting an AT Field.
At that moment, the klaxon cut out. She stared up at the ceiling. "What happened? Did I kill it somehow?"
No time to figure it out: she headed for the evacuation bunker.
It wasn't until three hours later that she finally got back to her office to survey the wreckage of the laptop.
Someone knocked on the doorjamb; she looked up to find Huyuuga peering in.
"Are you all right, Miss Valiant?" he asked. "We detected an AT Field down here: the reading wasn't strong and it disappeared before we could do anything about it."
"I'm all right, Huyuuga, I just had a computer overclock in my face."
"That Angel didn't try to attack your computer, did it?"
"It did, and I think that's why it overclocked."
He eyed the smoking remains of the laptop. "You want me to take a look at it when I'm off-duty tonight?"
"Oh, please do, if you can spare the time. I'll buy you a steak dinner, my treat."
"Thanks, but I wouldn't want to impose."
A romantic overture was the furthest thing from her mind, but she sensed he was skirting her in case she had that intent. "Nah, don't worry about it: I've got a good charge account and I'm careful with it."