Cruel Angel's Thesis (Great Triangle and Seraph)
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				Title: <strong>Cruel Angel's Thesis (Great Triangle and Seraph)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 10:27:20</strong>
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				(OOC:&nbsp; Much of this is my interpretation of EVA…&nbsp; please do not poke me if it goes against either the mainstream or yours. )<br><br>I sat alone,&nbsp; wearing the garb that I had been given by the organization hoping to use me as a weapon.&nbsp; <br><br>My long, almost feminine leg was pressed against my chest…&nbsp; my head lulling forward ever so slightly as I gazed out upon the churning ocean tinted crimson with the blood of lives lost from the second impact.&nbsp; The second time god took vengeance on humanity for having the arrogance to stand up,&nbsp; hoping to have the power of the divine father.&nbsp; It was something to muse over…&nbsp; but<br><br>I already knew why I was meant to be here,&nbsp; a lonely boy… the third child, and the son of Gendo Ikari would end up on these very same shores very soon.&nbsp; I’m not sure if it was destiny, or if his movement were simply that predictable but I had placed myself on this roiling flow of primordial life to meet him…&nbsp; partially out of courosity and partially out of&nbsp; the command of the organization who had allowed me to come into existence allowing my egg to gestate…&nbsp; combined with the genetics of a man important to the NERV organization<br><br>Within my head,&nbsp; I was hearing the ninth played by the human musician Beethoven playing, my hand swished back and fourth with the motions of the waves as I sang it,&nbsp; not entirely softly…&nbsp; anyone within a few paces of me could hear it flowing from my lips but I would never bother anyone who was to close.&nbsp; I&nbsp; just didn’t want to draw attention to myself…&nbsp; until Shinji Ikari stepped onto this beach front and into my life….<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 10:52:13</strong>
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				Friends...&nbsp; I don't have anybody I can call my friend...<br><br>Asuka is gone, Toji is gone... All of Tokyo 3 is in ruins, and I can't help but feel like it's my fault.&nbsp; I can't talk to Ayaname anymore... not after seeing those... parts of her.&nbsp; I don't have anybody...&nbsp; <br><br>All I can do is walk through the ruins... Feel my feet slosh through the blood of the angels.&nbsp; What can I do?&nbsp; There aren't any more living beings, they've all been taken away.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't have anybody anymore.&nbsp; Nothing around me, only ruin.&nbsp; I can't even tell if the destruction and myself are seperate anymore.<br><br>Mommy... help me.... <br><br>What can I do!&nbsp; There's nothing for me anymore.&nbsp; There's nobody around for miles.&nbsp; My head sank as I plodded to the beach.&nbsp; And then I heard it.&nbsp; That song, Ode to Joy...&nbsp; I stopped and looked in his direction.&nbsp; That was when I saw him, sitting there in a schoolboy's uniform, humming that song, my eyes staring at his soft, pale skin, looking up at his pretty hair.&nbsp; I stopped in my tracks, and just stared.
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