Argh.
Damned plot bunnies seem to have been multiplying since I told Luthorne about an idea I had two weeks ago.
Anyway, some enlightened people will be able to guess what the idea is just from the subtitle on this thread. This is inspired by seeing this picture while listening to this song.
This is a thought on a crossover between NGE and Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga.
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Shinji Ikari woke up screaming. The sound echoed through the empty room, outside to the street and across a once-mighty city.
Shinji felt sick. His last recollection was of...wait, no, something was wrong with his memories. Everything was there but...scrambled. He knew who he was (Shinji Ikari, age fourteen, pilot of Evangelion Unit 01), he knew where he came from and the year (Tokyo-3, 2015) but not the specific date. In fact, most of the "specifics" in his brain seemed fried. He remembered that he lived with Misato Katsuragi and Asuka Langley Soryu, but their faces were blurred. He raised his hands to check for head injuries, and was unpleasantly surprised to see that his right arm was covered in bandages. But it didn't hurt at all, and his fingers worked fine, so...
At this point, Shinji realized that he was alone. "Hello? Anyone there?"
No answer came.
Shinji carefully investigated his surroundings. He was lying on a soft bed, with plain white sheets that felt softer than anything he knew--some kind of silk probably. The room itself was wide and gorgeous, with flowing designs painted on the door frame and full-length windows on each wall. A large TV hung overhead, a refrigerator was set into the wall next to the door and an incredibly plush looking chairs sat on either side of his bed. The room he was in was obviously a classy VIP room for. On the bedside table a small meal had been laid out for him.
The room would have been perfect, if it hadn't been completely destroyed.
The windows had been blown inward, and shattered glass covered the floor, except for a small path leading from his bed to the door. The TV was hanging precariously, held up only by a single bolt. The chairs coverings looked to have completely faded from age, and the legs were so termite infested as to be little more than solid pieces of sawdust. Based on that alone, Shinji didn't dare wonder how the contents of the refrigerator were doing...
But what was odd was the lack of dust. While the room was a wreck, it was all spotless. And the food on the table was making his stomach growl.
After picking the last few grains of rice off the tray, Shinji got to his feet, carefully avoiding the glass near the headboard. He found a pair of socks and some sneakers under the bed and quickly put them on. The loneliness was starting to get unsettling, and for some reason he still felt hungry.
Licking his lips, Shinji walked through the door and into the empty hospital.
<><><><>
After twenty minutes, Shinji had made it outside, and come to two conclusions. First and foremost, there seemed to be no one around. This was a Bad Sign?, because for there to be no one around one of NERVs Eva pilots implied that something had happened to NERV, and by extension, the rest of the human race.
The second was that he was really, really hungry. That confused Shinji--the meal he had eaten in his room had been exquisite (not to mention confusion inducing--who had left it there? And why?) and much more than he usually ate on his own. He had eaten all of it, then broken into a vending machine on his way out. And still he felt himself growing weak from hunger. He had nearly collapsed when a sudden pang had shot through his stomach like a knife, after he had eaten the chips from the vending machine.
But now he was outside and...nothing. No people, no cars on the road (now that was odd--nothing in the parking spaces....) and no animals.
Just the wind, him, and the monster around the corner.
Shinji froze when he caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye. No more than a flash, but he didn't run toward it to investigate.
Nothing with that many blades coming out of it could be good.
Shinji ran.
The beast followed.
<><><><>
Shinji had been running for at least ten minutes, and was just beginning to feel the burn. The thing following him had no such weakness, and was closing fast.
Sprinting is never a good time to try and think tactically, as Shinji was finding. All of the ideas he was coming up with seemed to be along the lines of "RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN". Nothing on the street gave him any hope of distracting the monster. He'd tried tossing a garbage can into the monster's path, but a flick of its forearms had sent the metal can and its contents flying--in multiple pieces.
The blades that sprouted from the creature's body made standing and fighting a losing proposition. Shinji pushed himself to keep running.
<><><><>
She had been trying to meditate when it happened. "Psst! Hey!" Someone was touching her. They'd been over this before: any limb that touched her came off. She'd proven it before and would--wait, what was the meat saying? He was pointing outside and...
"Check it out! Some idiot pissed off Kail!"
She looked out and groaned. "Dammit. We're going to have to move again. Once Kali finishes him she's going to catch our scent and then we're all meat."
"No, wait! Look closer! He's outrunning her!"
That got her attention. "That's ridiculous. Kali's one of the strongest Asura's around. I couldn't outrun her on a good day! But...holy..." For the first time in she-doesn't-know-how-long she was shocked. And maybe frightened.
Because the distant figure making Kali eat dust is human.
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Gasping for breathe now, Shinji saw salvation.
The alleyway was wide enough for him to run in but narrow enough so that the monster wouldn't be able to follow. His relief burned within him.
With a sound an awful lot like what a very sword cutting through brick and steel would sound like if a sword could do so, the monster pushed itself into the alleyway.
Heart pounding in terror, Shinji ran, whipped around a corner and saw the dead end. Of course. Of course. Stuck in a crazy world, chased by a monster and starving... of course he'd run into a blind alley!
I knew I should have paid better attention to Kensuke's horror movies... Shinji thought as he dropped to his knees. He sobbed. "It's... not fair." He felt the beast's shadow block out the sun. With a shriek he spun around, too late, the blade flashing in the light.
Suddenly PAIN. PAIN! He held up his arm out of instinct and--
His arm. His right arm isn't... isn't there anymore.
"Oh...God..."
The he screams.
<><><><>
She had watched the chase until the end. The idiot had run into an alley that her crew had mortared up weeks ago. Any other time he might have gotten away, but this time... she sighed when she heard the screams start.
The simple trap had been designed to split off attackers from an invading clan, to get them in a place where they'd be vulnerable. It hadn't been enough to stop Kali though--not that she'd expected it could. The creature had sliced through the gate that had covered the entrance without issue, taking a large gash out of the wall as well.
She pitied the fool, in a small way. He must have been one of the unlucky persons not affected by the Virus. It explained why he hadn't transformed, and why he was so fast--only someone who could keep ahead of a stronger opponent could live in this world.
She frowned. Kali must have fed even before stumbling upon the poor bastard. Usually the Asura made quick work of its prey before going back on the hunt.
Even as realization came to her, the building across the street exploded. A particularly large piece of debris sailed almost the entire width of the street.
Only the light reflecting off the few non-damaged blades gave away that the creature lying there stunned was the Asura Kali.
The other Asura stormed through the rising cloud, black with glowing eyes. It's size wasn't a surprise, nor was its shape--the strongest Atma Avatars tended to be mostly human shaped. But this one looked like no monster she recognized.
It was purple, she realized, not black. The smoke had darkened the plates of its armor, now revealed under the burning sun. Its horn rose over a metal-covered face. The new Asura dropped down onto all fours with a crash, and slowly paced closer. It paused before entering into range of Kali's blades. A wise move on its part, as an instant later Kali hurled itself onto the purple Asura with a howl. The latter responded in kind and the battle resumed.
Kali's tactics called for crippling or confusing her enemies, which she did well with the many blades grafted onto her body. Slashing and stabbing even as they tumbled, her blades sought any gap in the Asura's armor.
The berserker didn't bother with strategy even of that low caliber. Howling with unrestrained rage, it smashed its fists against Kali, rammed her with its skull and almost got its hands around her throat. Kali rolled and took advantage of being being on top, raising both arms for a strong slash. The berserker lunged upward, took the raised blade in hand and crushed it. Kali responded by stabbing its eye.
With a screech it fell back, clutching the damaged socket. Kali took the opportunity and sprang backwards, nursing its numerous wounds. The battle seemed to be in the berserkers favor. Kali was one of the most powerful unaffiliated Asuras in existence. The sharpness of her blade, her fearsome speed and deviousness had killed more Asura than any clan war. Traders and lone travelers whispered that she had single handedly wiped out more than one tribe.
Rarely though had she faced her match in a fair fight. The berserkers speed was enough to be able to keep her blades away from weak points in the armor, and it was strong enough to shatter Kalis swords with its bare hands as it had demonstrated.
With a howl, Kali threw out its limbs, broken swords flashing and blinding the crowd that had gathered to watch. The once bright day darkened suddenly, the shadows taking on greater menace and as bubble formed beneath the berserker. With a rush, the dark energies beneath it leapt upwards, twining around its form, through it, clawing at its soul.
With a final blast of otherworldly chill it was over.
The berserker blinked.
Then it shrugged and charged its gawking opponent. Its charge sent both crashing to the ground again, but this time the berserker rolled past, regained its footing and charged again. Kali regained her feet almost as quickly, just in time to take a punch to the face. Staggering back, Kali was too stunned to dodge the vicious kick to her mid-section, which was followed by another punch, this one accompanied by the cracking of ribs.
Before it could fall, the berserker grasped an arm in each hand and squeezed. There was a scream, and Kali's arms swinging about at unnatural angles. With that, Kali seemed to cave in on herself, going lax in the berserker's arms. With a bizarre gentleness, the victorious Asura laid the defeated down.
And then it began to feed.
<><><><>
Why did I write this, again? I have real homework to do, another project I should be working on and books to read.
Dammit.
Anyway, as I said earlier this is a crossover between NGE and SMT: Digital Devil Saga. DDS is really really cool if you like turn based JRPGs. It's a two part series about a "tribe" of soldiers in a Hindu-themed post-apocalyptic wasteland.
The games are way cool, and if you have a PS2, $60 bucks and a few hundred hours of spare time I advise you to pick up a copy of both of them.
You don't need to understand the games to get this, I hope. Little more than the premise and the Hindu naming conventions were taken for use in this. None of the DDS characters would show up in this, and the storyline would be vastly different.
Lastly, if you're curious, yes Shinji transformed into a micro-Berserk 01 to kill Kali. Yes Kali is a crazy Hindu deity representing death and entropy (among other things). No, Kali is not anyone you know gone crazy.
And yes, the chick watching all of this was Hikari Horaki.
Wait, what?
h43r:
Damned plot bunnies seem to have been multiplying since I told Luthorne about an idea I had two weeks ago.
Anyway, some enlightened people will be able to guess what the idea is just from the subtitle on this thread. This is inspired by seeing this picture while listening to this song.
This is a thought on a crossover between NGE and Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga.
<><><><>
Shinji Ikari woke up screaming. The sound echoed through the empty room, outside to the street and across a once-mighty city.
Shinji felt sick. His last recollection was of...wait, no, something was wrong with his memories. Everything was there but...scrambled. He knew who he was (Shinji Ikari, age fourteen, pilot of Evangelion Unit 01), he knew where he came from and the year (Tokyo-3, 2015) but not the specific date. In fact, most of the "specifics" in his brain seemed fried. He remembered that he lived with Misato Katsuragi and Asuka Langley Soryu, but their faces were blurred. He raised his hands to check for head injuries, and was unpleasantly surprised to see that his right arm was covered in bandages. But it didn't hurt at all, and his fingers worked fine, so...
At this point, Shinji realized that he was alone. "Hello? Anyone there?"
No answer came.
Shinji carefully investigated his surroundings. He was lying on a soft bed, with plain white sheets that felt softer than anything he knew--some kind of silk probably. The room itself was wide and gorgeous, with flowing designs painted on the door frame and full-length windows on each wall. A large TV hung overhead, a refrigerator was set into the wall next to the door and an incredibly plush looking chairs sat on either side of his bed. The room he was in was obviously a classy VIP room for. On the bedside table a small meal had been laid out for him.
The room would have been perfect, if it hadn't been completely destroyed.
The windows had been blown inward, and shattered glass covered the floor, except for a small path leading from his bed to the door. The TV was hanging precariously, held up only by a single bolt. The chairs coverings looked to have completely faded from age, and the legs were so termite infested as to be little more than solid pieces of sawdust. Based on that alone, Shinji didn't dare wonder how the contents of the refrigerator were doing...
But what was odd was the lack of dust. While the room was a wreck, it was all spotless. And the food on the table was making his stomach growl.
After picking the last few grains of rice off the tray, Shinji got to his feet, carefully avoiding the glass near the headboard. He found a pair of socks and some sneakers under the bed and quickly put them on. The loneliness was starting to get unsettling, and for some reason he still felt hungry.
Licking his lips, Shinji walked through the door and into the empty hospital.
<><><><>
After twenty minutes, Shinji had made it outside, and come to two conclusions. First and foremost, there seemed to be no one around. This was a Bad Sign?, because for there to be no one around one of NERVs Eva pilots implied that something had happened to NERV, and by extension, the rest of the human race.
The second was that he was really, really hungry. That confused Shinji--the meal he had eaten in his room had been exquisite (not to mention confusion inducing--who had left it there? And why?) and much more than he usually ate on his own. He had eaten all of it, then broken into a vending machine on his way out. And still he felt himself growing weak from hunger. He had nearly collapsed when a sudden pang had shot through his stomach like a knife, after he had eaten the chips from the vending machine.
But now he was outside and...nothing. No people, no cars on the road (now that was odd--nothing in the parking spaces....) and no animals.
Just the wind, him, and the monster around the corner.
Shinji froze when he caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye. No more than a flash, but he didn't run toward it to investigate.
Nothing with that many blades coming out of it could be good.
Shinji ran.
The beast followed.
<><><><>
Shinji had been running for at least ten minutes, and was just beginning to feel the burn. The thing following him had no such weakness, and was closing fast.
Sprinting is never a good time to try and think tactically, as Shinji was finding. All of the ideas he was coming up with seemed to be along the lines of "RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN". Nothing on the street gave him any hope of distracting the monster. He'd tried tossing a garbage can into the monster's path, but a flick of its forearms had sent the metal can and its contents flying--in multiple pieces.
The blades that sprouted from the creature's body made standing and fighting a losing proposition. Shinji pushed himself to keep running.
<><><><>
She had been trying to meditate when it happened. "Psst! Hey!" Someone was touching her. They'd been over this before: any limb that touched her came off. She'd proven it before and would--wait, what was the meat saying? He was pointing outside and...
"Check it out! Some idiot pissed off Kail!"
She looked out and groaned. "Dammit. We're going to have to move again. Once Kali finishes him she's going to catch our scent and then we're all meat."
"No, wait! Look closer! He's outrunning her!"
That got her attention. "That's ridiculous. Kali's one of the strongest Asura's around. I couldn't outrun her on a good day! But...holy..." For the first time in she-doesn't-know-how-long she was shocked. And maybe frightened.
Because the distant figure making Kali eat dust is human.
<><><><>
Gasping for breathe now, Shinji saw salvation.
The alleyway was wide enough for him to run in but narrow enough so that the monster wouldn't be able to follow. His relief burned within him.
With a sound an awful lot like what a very sword cutting through brick and steel would sound like if a sword could do so, the monster pushed itself into the alleyway.
Heart pounding in terror, Shinji ran, whipped around a corner and saw the dead end. Of course. Of course. Stuck in a crazy world, chased by a monster and starving... of course he'd run into a blind alley!
I knew I should have paid better attention to Kensuke's horror movies... Shinji thought as he dropped to his knees. He sobbed. "It's... not fair." He felt the beast's shadow block out the sun. With a shriek he spun around, too late, the blade flashing in the light.
Suddenly PAIN. PAIN! He held up his arm out of instinct and--
His arm. His right arm isn't... isn't there anymore.
"Oh...God..."
The he screams.
<><><><>
She had watched the chase until the end. The idiot had run into an alley that her crew had mortared up weeks ago. Any other time he might have gotten away, but this time... she sighed when she heard the screams start.
The simple trap had been designed to split off attackers from an invading clan, to get them in a place where they'd be vulnerable. It hadn't been enough to stop Kali though--not that she'd expected it could. The creature had sliced through the gate that had covered the entrance without issue, taking a large gash out of the wall as well.
She pitied the fool, in a small way. He must have been one of the unlucky persons not affected by the Virus. It explained why he hadn't transformed, and why he was so fast--only someone who could keep ahead of a stronger opponent could live in this world.
She frowned. Kali must have fed even before stumbling upon the poor bastard. Usually the Asura made quick work of its prey before going back on the hunt.
Even as realization came to her, the building across the street exploded. A particularly large piece of debris sailed almost the entire width of the street.
Only the light reflecting off the few non-damaged blades gave away that the creature lying there stunned was the Asura Kali.
The other Asura stormed through the rising cloud, black with glowing eyes. It's size wasn't a surprise, nor was its shape--the strongest Atma Avatars tended to be mostly human shaped. But this one looked like no monster she recognized.
It was purple, she realized, not black. The smoke had darkened the plates of its armor, now revealed under the burning sun. Its horn rose over a metal-covered face. The new Asura dropped down onto all fours with a crash, and slowly paced closer. It paused before entering into range of Kali's blades. A wise move on its part, as an instant later Kali hurled itself onto the purple Asura with a howl. The latter responded in kind and the battle resumed.
Kali's tactics called for crippling or confusing her enemies, which she did well with the many blades grafted onto her body. Slashing and stabbing even as they tumbled, her blades sought any gap in the Asura's armor.
The berserker didn't bother with strategy even of that low caliber. Howling with unrestrained rage, it smashed its fists against Kali, rammed her with its skull and almost got its hands around her throat. Kali rolled and took advantage of being being on top, raising both arms for a strong slash. The berserker lunged upward, took the raised blade in hand and crushed it. Kali responded by stabbing its eye.
With a screech it fell back, clutching the damaged socket. Kali took the opportunity and sprang backwards, nursing its numerous wounds. The battle seemed to be in the berserkers favor. Kali was one of the most powerful unaffiliated Asuras in existence. The sharpness of her blade, her fearsome speed and deviousness had killed more Asura than any clan war. Traders and lone travelers whispered that she had single handedly wiped out more than one tribe.
Rarely though had she faced her match in a fair fight. The berserkers speed was enough to be able to keep her blades away from weak points in the armor, and it was strong enough to shatter Kalis swords with its bare hands as it had demonstrated.
With a howl, Kali threw out its limbs, broken swords flashing and blinding the crowd that had gathered to watch. The once bright day darkened suddenly, the shadows taking on greater menace and as bubble formed beneath the berserker. With a rush, the dark energies beneath it leapt upwards, twining around its form, through it, clawing at its soul.
With a final blast of otherworldly chill it was over.
The berserker blinked.
Then it shrugged and charged its gawking opponent. Its charge sent both crashing to the ground again, but this time the berserker rolled past, regained its footing and charged again. Kali regained her feet almost as quickly, just in time to take a punch to the face. Staggering back, Kali was too stunned to dodge the vicious kick to her mid-section, which was followed by another punch, this one accompanied by the cracking of ribs.
Before it could fall, the berserker grasped an arm in each hand and squeezed. There was a scream, and Kali's arms swinging about at unnatural angles. With that, Kali seemed to cave in on herself, going lax in the berserker's arms. With a bizarre gentleness, the victorious Asura laid the defeated down.
And then it began to feed.
<><><><>
Why did I write this, again? I have real homework to do, another project I should be working on and books to read.
Dammit.
Anyway, as I said earlier this is a crossover between NGE and SMT: Digital Devil Saga. DDS is really really cool if you like turn based JRPGs. It's a two part series about a "tribe" of soldiers in a Hindu-themed post-apocalyptic wasteland.
The games are way cool, and if you have a PS2, $60 bucks and a few hundred hours of spare time I advise you to pick up a copy of both of them.
You don't need to understand the games to get this, I hope. Little more than the premise and the Hindu naming conventions were taken for use in this. None of the DDS characters would show up in this, and the storyline would be vastly different.
Lastly, if you're curious, yes Shinji transformed into a micro-Berserk 01 to kill Kali. Yes Kali is a crazy Hindu deity representing death and entropy (among other things). No, Kali is not anyone you know gone crazy.
And yes, the chick watching all of this was Hikari Horaki.
Wait, what?
h43r: