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AnnoR "Of course, Satsuki-sama." from Honnouji Academy Since: Sep, 2010
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#1: Jan 21st 2012 at 2:29:39 PM

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Today was the day. Of course, the young candidates didn’t know this. They had no idea what they’d been selected for. NERV had been monitoring them for quite some time, along with all their fellow students. Tokyo-3 required extensive defense, from the threat that had first appeared fourteen years ago, the result of Second Impact.

The Angels.

Today, if all went as planned, then NERV would have its pilots, the Geofront would have its line of defense against the Angels.

The Evangelions.

NERV officers would soon get the order to seek these candidates out and bring them to NERV headquarters. They had little time to lose.


Slowly, the student looked up. There were people, other people his age, all around him. He walked through the crowd of students with a fairly single-minded goal, to simply get to the other side without interruption. He didn’t wish to talk to any of them, to meet a friend, in his mind that was unnecessary. He simply wanted to find a good spot to sit down and eat at.

Alone.

Fukui Akihiko looked away from his fellow students as he moved past them. Looking at them for any length of time could possibly initiate unnecessary interaction, which was simply something he didn’t want to happen. So he remained steadily focused on his goal, the other side of the crowd. His movements were slowly and precise, to avoid bumping into any other students. At most, he just barely would lightly brush against them as he moved. However, partway through his single-minded movements through the crowd, Akihiko couldn’t help but look up. For there was a small amount of curiosity.

He’d heard that the candidates may be brought in today. He didn’t know which of the other students they were, but they were likely here.

Moments later, the young teenager’s curiosity subsided, and he continued on his way.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
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#2: Jan 21st 2012 at 5:47:19 PM

Far out in the countryside, miles from Tokyo-3 and from her school (or "the school", as she referred to it), Kokoro Akagawa strolled idly by, walking her bike and snapping away at a small ice cream cone. She'd felt like getting a large to celebrate her day off, but you know how it is. Girlish figure and all that.

She leaned her free arm on the seat of the bike. Really, she deserved it too, after all the hassle she'd had to deal with back at the school. "Oh, you can't go! Today's a school day! Students can't just take off whenever they feel like!" Kokoro scowled. Stupid assholes. Did they have any idea who they were talking to? She could do whatever she damn well pleased! She was an Eva pilot! And today of all days was her coronation.

And she knew it would be. After all, who else would they choose if not her? There simply was no one better suited for the job. The chances of there being someone like that, well, they were astronomically slim. Her selection was all but guaranteed. Really, all this had been was a fun little diversion to tide her over before the real party. A sort of snack between meals.

"Honestly, where are they? It's past noon already." she said, munching on the sopping yet satisfyingly crunchy cone. She wiped a small glob of vanilla off the collar of her t-shirt, and shoved the rest of the cone in her mouth. It was Gendo. It had to be Gendo.

"I'm going to get you for this, you fermenting old bastard..." she muttered, hoisting herself onto the bike. With a grunt and a kick, she was well on her way to the next stop on her initiation tour.

edited 21st Jan '12 11:43:58 PM by KSPAM

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#3: Jan 21st 2012 at 11:46:07 PM

Jun Akagawa fidgeted with her phone once again. Today was the day in which they took some children in order to save the world from the Angels. And one of them was that woman's daughter. The poor thing. She had to stay away from her sight, such was the damage that her sister had done to her that she doubted seeing her face would cheer her up.

Still, sooner or later they'd cross paths at NERV. So, as the commander suggested, it was better to do it in disguise for the time being. Section two had pinpointed the position of Kokoro rather easily. It was rather creepy of them. Still it wasn't half bad. She was skipping school again. She was just like her sister in that regard, with a strong personality that clashed against the rules.

She checked her attire. Nerv Researcher uniform. Check. Redhead wig. Check. Shades, check. She did look now almost as soulless as the commander as a side effect. Hopefully she'd not notice unless she came up close as to who she was.

Here goes nothing

"Shouldn't you be at school, Pilot Akagawa?" She said, as a manner of greeting, a stern tone to her voice.If only I could drop this charade... but the scars run deep, don't they?

"You are required to come with me. I will drop by the school to pick other pilots in a NERV car also. You have no choice in this matter."

edited 23rd Jan '12 6:51:52 AM by AtomicNut

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#4: Jan 22nd 2012 at 12:36:18 AM

Shimizu Takuya sat outside under a tree, eating the plain but healthy lunch he'd prepared for himself. None of his friends had joined him yet, but he figured they'd show up if they wanted to; he usually ate around this spot, so they'd know where to find him.

Takuya yawned, stretched, and briefly closed his eyes. The weather was really calming and peaceful just then, and he felt like enjoying the moments of quiet before diving back into the realm of social interaction and conversation. Not that he minded either of those — but it wasn't exactly relaxing either, being around other people.

"A prehensile tail would be nice." A voice from above startled Takuya out of his thoughts. His eyes jolted open, and he looked around, disoriented for a moment before identifying the source of the voice.

"Kaede? What are you... never mind." He sighed, trying to sound at least a little annoyed but failing to conceal his amused grin. "Eating lunch up there? If you drop it, I'm not giving you mine, you know."

His little brother, sitting several branches up, took a bite of his lunch and continued talking, now somewhat harder to understand with his mouth full. "If I had a prehensile tail, I definitely wouldn't drop it."

Takuya could guess what his brother had been reading about lately. "Yeah, that's probably true." He shrugged and went back to eating.

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#5: Jan 22nd 2012 at 9:17:24 AM

"Well thank you for telling me that ahead of time! You've been sooo helpful!" she lashed back, clearly rather irritated. "I swear to God, some days it feels like I'm the only one with a head on her shoulders."

Kokoro mounted the bike. "Just be there on time." she said, and started pedaling back from whence she'd came, past the screwup NERVling. As she passed her, she couldn't help but look back, screwing her eyes at the dwindling figure. Something about her seemed familiar... like she knew her from somewhere.

A car horn honked, and she snapped back to reality, swerving and barely missing a small family sedan. She cursed under her breath. Alright. She'd been wearing a researcher's outfit. Had no distinguishable personality to speak of. And displayed the trademark boredom of a work force zombie dissatisfied with their job. Kokoro came to the conclusion that the woman had probably just been one of the lackeys running about when she'd come in for the compatibility test, and left it at that. Thinking any further about that woman would be a waste of time. Not that returning to school would be much of an improvement...

Highest test scores in the class and they insist I report in like the rest of the monkeys. Unbelievable... Oh well. She could probably burn away the rest of the school day sniffing out the rest of NERV's fresh meat.

edited 23rd Jan '12 10:48:55 PM by KSPAM

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#6: Jan 23rd 2012 at 8:21:11 PM

For now, Captain Ichiro Ogata of NERV Tactical Operations was busy in the underground shooting range, getting a warm up on firing a Howa Type 89-F at various simulated targets in semi-auto mode via iron sights. It was one out of the two standard assault rifles being used by NERV security forces in replacing "certain antiquated" carbine-based assault rifles and 9mm-based submachine guns out of service. It was one of two assault rifles issued to NERV security forces, thanks to generous donations (mostly) done by the Japanese government and the JGSDF. The other rifle in service was the Colt Canada C8A1 carbine, which NERV obtained through either purchases or donations from the Canadian government.

"Not a bad rifle." Ichiro said while he fixed his balaclava. "Although the other one is preferable." He then removed the earmuffs covering his ears and placed the weapon down after putting it into safe mode.

The ex-SFGp operator turned NERV officer remembered that today's the day that all the Eva pilots would be recruited to pilot all active Evas. Not like he needed to get boots out there since Department of Security Intelligence aka Section 2 would take care of bringing them into NERV HQ. The only time Ichiro would be deployed is that if Section 2 is outgunned and outmanned that some rifles would be needed.

"For now, another round on me." Ichiro reloaded the 89-F he had with another fresh 30-round magazine after taking off the empty magazine.

edited 24th Jan '12 11:33:11 AM by Ominae

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#7: Jan 24th 2012 at 12:56:24 AM

Jun clicked her tongue at the rash actions of the pilot. Her subsumed personality seemed to waver a little as she entered the car.

"Shouldn't ... we send section 2 after her?" Said the NERV lackey who was driving. If glares could kill, Jun would've murdered him ten times over. And danced on his grave.

"Just shut up and drive." She said in a choked, harsh voice. "Dear god. It's just like her all over again."

She finally managed to keep her temper in check, instead giving off a detached look as the car went past the scoundrel's bicycle, and possibly shoving some soot in her face, and headed up to the school.


It didn't take long for her to make herself at home in the director's office. She looked at her watch. Probably Kokoro was still pedaling in the countryside. Oh well, it was her fault for going her way in the bike. She felt generous though, as she flicked the folders aside.

"I suppose I'll wait till school is over to call them." She added, as she flicked her cellphone and called HQ.

edited 24th Jan '12 7:53:04 AM by AtomicNut

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#8: Jan 24th 2012 at 8:39:50 AM

Kokoro coughed, her throat now crawling with bugs and dirt kicked up by the passing car. "Hey! Watch it, asshole!"

Wait a minute, was that a NERV license plate? She squinted. Divining the letters through the dust proved futile, but she could tell it was NERV by the black and red color scheme. Son of a bitch!

"You didn't tell me you had a fucking car! Hey! Get back here! I said wait up!" But it was too late. The car had already sped out of view, its driver flipping a bird only Kokoro could see. "Goddammit!"


Finally she arrived back at the school. And after riding uphill in the blistering heat of high noon for the last hour, Kokoro could actually say she was happy to be there for once.

But on the flip side, she had no lunch. Perfect. She sighed in resignation, and after latching her bike to the stand and dusting off her dirtied clothes, she headed off to the vending machines behind the gym. Not exactly a healthy meal, but going by the circumstances, it was probably the best she'd be able to do. Unless she took some from the other students. Always an option.

Nah, she thought, frowning at the impartial and uncaring Coca-Cola machine, that'd be too much of a pain in the ass. And she had already had enough of that today, thanks. She fed the hungry beast some coins and selected "Mello Yello". It wasn't the best drink in the world (that title belonged to Dr. Pepper), but it'd do.

Collecting the piss-yellow drink, she turned to Coca Cola's brother, sandwich dispenser. From the looks of things, they still had some egg-salad and club. And foot. She looked again. A foot was sticking out from the side of the vending machine. What kind of weirdo sits outside behind a vending machine during lunch?

It didn't take long for her question to be answered. Sitting on the other side, eyes closed and ears plugged up was the most pitiful sight she'd seen in a while. Brown hair, pale, malnourished, and totally spaced, the kid was practically the poster-child for loner freak. Come to think of it though, didn't she know this kid from somewhere? Yeah, she remembered him from the entrance ceremony. He'd looked just as sorry then, too. What was his name again? Fukui... Fukui...

She scoffed. Like it mattered. Then she noticed the NERV nametag poking out of his backpack. Well then. Maybe this was worth her time. She wracked her brain. His surname was... "Akihiko! Earth to Captain Akihiko! Reality would like a word with you!" She waited a minute, and despite her yelling, it was clear he wasn't responding. So she planted her foot in his gut and leaned in, plucking out the earbuds.

"Wake up, damn you!"

edited 24th Jan '12 6:00:02 PM by KSPAM

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#9: Jan 25th 2012 at 1:24:56 PM

After reloading the 89-F, Ichiro left it on the counter and went to the nearest phone and went to dial someone from Tactical Operations if orders are given for them to provide visible armed escort.

The last thing I need is last minute instructions.

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