Yo, some of you may remember The TFF Shinji. Someone mentioned the idea of Gendo having the personality of one of us.
So that's your challenge.
show us your Gendo: rules
- shinji must have been sent away
- shinji must meet the new and improved Gendo (no he doesn't have to be improved
)
- shinji must fight the third angel or at least sit in the evangelion, he doesn't have to really fight.
- use rei however you wish
So this time I'm giving it a try too, but that's no excuse for anyone not to try it ^_^
The TFF Gendo
Shinji had been prepared for many things after coming to Toyko 3. In fact he had expected to be turned down again, to be sent away again. Deep within though, he had longed to finally be accepted by his father.
Now he wasnÆt so sure anymore.
Sure everyone had a right to be a bit eccentric.
But why the hell was his father playing an air-guitar.
On his desk, wearing only a shirt, boxers and socks.
Turning to the two women that had brought him to this place, he fought the sudden urge to slap his hands into his face.
They were cheering his father on. Quite loudly in fact, while waving their arms around and banging their heads to the music.
Finally taking notice of his son, the commander of NERV, jumped down from his desk and clapped the boy on his shoulders. HARD.
ôShinji, son, howÆre you doing? Ah not too bad I hope. My how have grownàö this would have most likely continued on for a while if not for a sudden earthquake, which could be blamed entirely on the third angel.
ôOh well, nearly forgot about that. You know what son, I have a gift for you, want to try it out?ö
Feeling very uncomfortable under his fathers twinkling eyes (and his breath, just how drunk was his father?) Shinji shifted a little and tried to put some cheer into his voice.
ôAh sure oto-san. A gift sounds nice.ö He really feared for his fathers sanity. This was the man he had wanted to be accepted by?
Smirking the commander messed with the thirdÆs child hair.
ôYeah itÆs a new game just for you. ItÆs a robot simulation. DonÆt worry it will be a blast.ö
ôOk Shinji are you ready? We will start the ôgameö now.ö
Misato raised an eyebrow at her friend.
ôGame? DonÆt tell me you are going to sent Shinji out there thinking this is all a game.ö Righteous Indignation could be heard in her voice.
ôItÆs the commanders doing, donÆt ask me, if it works I donÆt care what he does.ö
ôAhh Dr. Akagi, we have a little problem.ö Hearing the panicked voice Ritsuko turned to a monitor again, scanning the data she blanched.
Grinding her teeth together, she desperately tried to calm down.
ôWell, it looks like our dear commander has once again flavored the LCL with alcohol. God damnit, if I die because of this IÆm going to haunt that bastard for the rest of eternity.ö
ôAre you telling me that we sent our last hope out there drunk, without him knowing that this is real?ö All eyes turned to the commanderÆs seat to glare at the man responsible for the death of humanity.
Sadly Gendo Ikari was sleeping quite soundly right under his desk, not even the least bit disturbed by the killing intent that was being released.
CRASH
RIP
WHAMP
ôWas that just?ö It wasnÆt often that Misato Katsuragi didnÆt find the right words to say.
But this left even her speechless.
Such perfection, such skill.
Misato Katsuragi had found her new master.
Shinji Ikari, natural user of the drunken fist.
And the first person to step dance on an angel.
The first thing he saw was blue.
Then came the pale pink. Now that was something else.
Wherever he was, Shinji thought, it certainly looked nice. And it was comfortable too.
Placing a hand on the pink thing to his left side caused a low moan as did placing his right hand on the other side.
Snapping his eyes open the young pilot, not that he knew that he was a pilot, took in the room he was in.
There was another person here. A young girl, with blue hair and pale skin. She was cute.
As was her sister, and her other sister and the rest of her dozen siblings that were all lying around the room.
Blushing, Shinji tried to stand up but fell back down after hearing the door open.
In came the commander, this time in his uniform. Seeing his son awake the bearded man smiled. It was a smile that looked why too freaky to be natural.
ôHey I see you already met your roommates. Shinji this is Rei, I forgot the number but I donÆt think they care about silly things like that.ö
Panicking at his father casual tone, the boy tried to stand up again, which once again resulted in him landing on his butt.
ôDonÆt strain yourself son. You will need your strength for whatÆs coming.ö Smirking down at his son and the now slowly waking ReiÆs, Gendo focused again on his son, or at least he tried to, but damnit he didnÆt remember having three sons. Had he cloned Shinji too?
ôWhatÆs coming? WhoÆs coming? Tell me oto-san.ö Shinji Ikari was now officially afraid. His fathers little speech had scared him. The sinister gleam in his fathers eyes could only lead to misfortune and bad luck for Shinji.
ôWell that depends who you start with.ö
Ok, false alarm, it hadnÆt been sinister. It had been a perverted gleam. His father was really crazy.
ôHave fun, son.ö Looking one last time at his son, the commander of NERV left the room. Leaving the third child to his fate.
As the dozens of ReiÆs started to wake their eyes found their prey easily enough.
The ôShinji-kunö that left the dozens of identical mouths sent a shiver down his spine.
Their voices had been so inviting. So warm. But if in the end they would only hurt him. Like all the others.
æOh screw it allÆ, grinning in a way that was entirely too much like his father Shinji Ikari opened his arms and beckoned the ReiÆs closer. æhow is that commercial? Gotta screwÆem all?ö
So that's your challenge.
show us your Gendo: rules
- shinji must have been sent away
- shinji must meet the new and improved Gendo (no he doesn't have to be improved
)- shinji must fight the third angel or at least sit in the evangelion, he doesn't have to really fight.
- use rei however you wish
So this time I'm giving it a try too, but that's no excuse for anyone not to try it ^_^
The TFF Gendo
Shinji had been prepared for many things after coming to Toyko 3. In fact he had expected to be turned down again, to be sent away again. Deep within though, he had longed to finally be accepted by his father.
Now he wasnÆt so sure anymore.
Sure everyone had a right to be a bit eccentric.
But why the hell was his father playing an air-guitar.
On his desk, wearing only a shirt, boxers and socks.
Turning to the two women that had brought him to this place, he fought the sudden urge to slap his hands into his face.
They were cheering his father on. Quite loudly in fact, while waving their arms around and banging their heads to the music.
Finally taking notice of his son, the commander of NERV, jumped down from his desk and clapped the boy on his shoulders. HARD.
ôShinji, son, howÆre you doing? Ah not too bad I hope. My how have grownàö this would have most likely continued on for a while if not for a sudden earthquake, which could be blamed entirely on the third angel.
ôOh well, nearly forgot about that. You know what son, I have a gift for you, want to try it out?ö
Feeling very uncomfortable under his fathers twinkling eyes (and his breath, just how drunk was his father?) Shinji shifted a little and tried to put some cheer into his voice.
ôAh sure oto-san. A gift sounds nice.ö He really feared for his fathers sanity. This was the man he had wanted to be accepted by?
Smirking the commander messed with the thirdÆs child hair.
ôYeah itÆs a new game just for you. ItÆs a robot simulation. DonÆt worry it will be a blast.ö
ôOk Shinji are you ready? We will start the ôgameö now.ö
Misato raised an eyebrow at her friend.
ôGame? DonÆt tell me you are going to sent Shinji out there thinking this is all a game.ö Righteous Indignation could be heard in her voice.
ôItÆs the commanders doing, donÆt ask me, if it works I donÆt care what he does.ö
ôAhh Dr. Akagi, we have a little problem.ö Hearing the panicked voice Ritsuko turned to a monitor again, scanning the data she blanched.
Grinding her teeth together, she desperately tried to calm down.
ôWell, it looks like our dear commander has once again flavored the LCL with alcohol. God damnit, if I die because of this IÆm going to haunt that bastard for the rest of eternity.ö
ôAre you telling me that we sent our last hope out there drunk, without him knowing that this is real?ö All eyes turned to the commanderÆs seat to glare at the man responsible for the death of humanity.
Sadly Gendo Ikari was sleeping quite soundly right under his desk, not even the least bit disturbed by the killing intent that was being released.
CRASH
RIP
WHAMP
ôWas that just?ö It wasnÆt often that Misato Katsuragi didnÆt find the right words to say.
But this left even her speechless.
Such perfection, such skill.
Misato Katsuragi had found her new master.
Shinji Ikari, natural user of the drunken fist.
And the first person to step dance on an angel.
The first thing he saw was blue.
Then came the pale pink. Now that was something else.
Wherever he was, Shinji thought, it certainly looked nice. And it was comfortable too.
Placing a hand on the pink thing to his left side caused a low moan as did placing his right hand on the other side.
Snapping his eyes open the young pilot, not that he knew that he was a pilot, took in the room he was in.
There was another person here. A young girl, with blue hair and pale skin. She was cute.
As was her sister, and her other sister and the rest of her dozen siblings that were all lying around the room.
Blushing, Shinji tried to stand up but fell back down after hearing the door open.
In came the commander, this time in his uniform. Seeing his son awake the bearded man smiled. It was a smile that looked why too freaky to be natural.
ôHey I see you already met your roommates. Shinji this is Rei, I forgot the number but I donÆt think they care about silly things like that.ö
Panicking at his father casual tone, the boy tried to stand up again, which once again resulted in him landing on his butt.
ôDonÆt strain yourself son. You will need your strength for whatÆs coming.ö Smirking down at his son and the now slowly waking ReiÆs, Gendo focused again on his son, or at least he tried to, but damnit he didnÆt remember having three sons. Had he cloned Shinji too?
ôWhatÆs coming? WhoÆs coming? Tell me oto-san.ö Shinji Ikari was now officially afraid. His fathers little speech had scared him. The sinister gleam in his fathers eyes could only lead to misfortune and bad luck for Shinji.
ôWell that depends who you start with.ö
Ok, false alarm, it hadnÆt been sinister. It had been a perverted gleam. His father was really crazy.
ôHave fun, son.ö Looking one last time at his son, the commander of NERV left the room. Leaving the third child to his fate.
As the dozens of ReiÆs started to wake their eyes found their prey easily enough.
The ôShinji-kunö that left the dozens of identical mouths sent a shiver down his spine.
Their voices had been so inviting. So warm. But if in the end they would only hurt him. Like all the others.
æOh screw it allÆ, grinning in a way that was entirely too much like his father Shinji Ikari opened his arms and beckoned the ReiÆs closer. æhow is that commercial? Gotta screwÆem all?ö
