“Right,” you mutter. “No questions. Get to breakfast,” you order with finality, and they all take off, leaving you to follow at a more sedate pace. Your presence behind them keeps the Second from harassing the Third too much, so she goes after the Fourth, instead, leaving you to wonder why the Commander thought this was a good idea. You'd have preferred to bury them all in a bunker and never let them out, but frankly that wouldn't have gone over real well.

Breakfast consists of one of the Section Two men you picked, a Gunnar Rambo, cooking pancakes. They turn out to be fucking AMAZING. Asuka glances you, and then whispers to Mari. Mari snickers, and you scowl.

“Declan,” Mari begins conspiratorially. “Can YOU cook like this?”

[]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.
[]You were never the best at cooking. (You stuck with take-out and eating at pubs most of the time you weren't in the field.)
[]Write-in

[x] Go back to bed Ridire

>>34067851
>[x]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.

>>34067861
>[]Write-in
No, no-one wants food poisoning...

>[X]You were never the best at cooking. (You stuck with take-out and eating at pubs most of the time you weren't in the field.)
>in the field

FIELD COOKING BEST COOKING

>>34067861
>[x]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.

[x]go back to /a/

>>34067861
>[x]Write-in
I'm good if it's field cooking or hunting with SA80s.

>[X]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.

>>34068083
[x] Keep whining about quests since I have nothing better to do with my life

>>34067861
>[]You were never the best at cooking. (You stuck with take-out and eating at pubs most of the time you weren't in the field.)

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>>34068098
>hunting with SA-80s
>using SA-80s

>>34067861
>[X] I'm pretty good at cooking.

>>34067861
> Never the best at cooking
Soldiers typically cook to make a turd, and little more.

>>34068183
But you are no mere soldier. You are Declan, and by god, can you make one mean ass omelet.

>>34067861
>[x]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.

>>34067861
[]Unfortunately, you never had access to quality ingredients and or a kitchen while in the field, but you do make a pretty mean stew.
Stewing any shit you can scavenge is one of the basics of survival.

>>34068174
>Not using an SA-80
What are you, some kind of pussy who wants to live forever?

>>34068293
This. This makes a lot of sense.

>>34068328
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Jtpf8N5IDE

>>34068293
This one seems more us...

>>34067861
>[]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.

>>34068293
This.

>>34067861
>[]Yes, you can cook pretty good food.

>>34067861
>[x] Write in
"You can do amazing things with different kinds of alcohol."

>>34067861
Best Field Cook in the unit.

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“I was... Not the best at cooking in a kitchen,” you allow her slowly. Mari giggles while Asuka seems more concerned with the pancakes and drowning syrup on them. “When we weren't in the field I was either eating at a friend's, eating take-out, or in a pub.”

“So,” she says with some kind of grin on her face. “You're good at cooking in the field?”

“Sure,” you say. “Stew, kebabs, boiling grass. That kind of thing.” Mari snickers even harder at 'kebab', and you look at her with one eyebrow raised. “We used our bayonets as cooking utensils and to eat stuff like squirrel and kebabs. Grass was finger food, really, if it was winter grass.”

“No one cares about what you ate in some third world hell-hole,” Asuka breaks in. “What I want to know is how you're going to guard us while we're at school.” You consider the issue, then shrug.

“That's classified,” you tell her. “Need-to-know basis only. Just trust that we'll be there.” Shinji nods confirmation of this, and then the Tactical Commander stumbles into the kitchen. Gunnar hands her a beer with the ease of a man that's been practicing a while. You turn your back on the kids and reach into a cabinet, where a bottle of Laphroig, aged ten years, awaits you. You pull a Makarov from the back of your waistband. You rack the slide back, and use it to open the bottle of Laphroig.

Retrieving a shot glass from a different cupboard, you add a couple of ice cubes from the freezer, and then pour yourself a drink. Gunnar, Misato, and the Children all look at you.

“What?” You say, reflexively on the defensive.

“Isn't it a little early for the hard liquor, sir?” Rambo asks, and you look at him. You shrug, and down the whisky. You pour yourself another, and look back at the kids, who are now staring awkwardly their plates.

(1/2)

>>34068812
It's true. Vodka can go in sauces, bourbon and rum can go in damn near everything, beer goes in batter.

I even have a recipe for green beans that steams them in dry vermouth with red onions and pancetta.

>>34068846
I can see him cooking over the hot engine of some vehicle pretty easily.

>>34068872
>misato being judgemental about alcohol
plz

“What?” You say again.

“He might have a point, Special Agent,” Misato says from behind her beer.

[]”There is no point. Please go.”
[]”I had a bad dream, okay?”
[]Write-in

>>34068930
>[]”I had a bad dream, okay?”
>[]Write-in
"There's no putting it back in, once it's out, it's out."

>>34068930
>[x]"Fine, ma'am."

>>34068930
>It's this or cranky jumpy grumpy PTSD.
>Whatever.
>Put it away.

>>34068930
>[x]Write-in
I've been sober since I left for Nevada, The last thing anybody want's is alcohol withdrawal symptoms. Which includes shakes, paranoia, hallucinations and violent tendencies.

Besides Ma'am. I'm only having two shots, your having a whole bottle too yourself.

>>34068930
[x] "Is that an order?"
No? Drink.
Yes? Drink when you're alone.

>>34068930
>[x] Write in
"The ten-year Laphroig has an ABV of 40%, meaning a two centiliter serving has roughly the equivalent amount of alcohol as one beer. My liver is as Irish as the rest of me, so I can handle the equivalent of two beers on a full stomach and not even notice."

>>34069051
>>34069076
These two. We are a reasoning drunk.

>>34069076
This works.

>>34069076
fuck it, blind them with science.

>>34069076
Science bitch!

>>34069051
>I've been sober since I left for Nevada
Actually, we had several whiskey bottles if I remember correctly.

>>34069115
Science, and the fact that I have that bottle on my shelf.

Fuck yeah, Scotland.

>>34068930
>[x] "Takes one to know one eh ma'am?"

>>34069143
Yes well. It is early andwe may not remember those so well.

>>34068930
>>34069076
Beautiful.

>>34069076
This is great

[x] Sleep with all the women at the same time, because they love us for vague unexplained reasons.

>>34069457
>thinking they all love you

Ahahahahahah that's fucking funny

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-28749702 Relevant, unfortunately.

>>34069520
We have people posting it in ACTUAL threads on /tg/, to /vg/ to other places.
We ALL FUCKING KNOW

>>34069545
fuck you

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>>34068083
Here's a suggestion just for you! I hope you appreciate the thought I put into it, senpai!

[x] go fuck off

>Write-in

"The ten-year Laphroig has an ABV of 40%, meaning a two centiliter serving has roughly the equivalent amount of alcohol as one beer. My liver is as Irish as the rest of me, so I can handle the equivalent of two beers on a full stomach and not even notice."

“But your stomach isn't full,” Mari points out. You shrug.

“I've been drinking longer than you've been alive. I'm fine.” You knock back the second drink, and then take the ice into your mouth. You crunch it, and put the bottle of Laphroig back, then wash out the tumbler.

“But for the sake of the kids,” you allow, “I'll refrain from drinking in the common rooms.” Misato doesn't exactly seem pleased by your gracious allowance. Doesn't matter to you.

“How are we getting to school? We're too far to walk,” Shinji interjects quietly.

“Someone will drive you,” you tell him idly, while you peruse the contents on the refrigerator. You finally settle on cold pizza, taking four slices and forming a sort of pizza sandwich. You take a bite of it and move to lean against the sink.

“I certainly hope it isn't Misato,” Asuka says, and you cock an eyebrow.

“Something wrong with my driving?” Misato asks with a grin.

“N-no! Not at all,” the Second says, and you raise the other eyebrow.

“Yeah, one of us will be driving the Children, ma'am,” you tell Misato.

“Who gets to ride shotgun?” That's Mari. Your blood runs cold at the question.

[]”No one. You all get the back.”
[]”I do. Shinji's driving.”
[]Write-in.

>>34068930
[spoiler/]I would find it amusing if after the conversation with Lilith Cryan realized he didn't have to worry about long term effects on his liver and savings and started drinking really expensive boose.

>>34069674
>[]”I do. Shinji's driving.”
Aww yeah

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>>34069674
>[x]”I do. Shinji's driving.”
As if there were any other choice.

>>34069674
>[x]Me.
We need a someone who can take the wheel should the driver be incapacitated somehow.

>>34069674
>[]”I do. Shinji's driving.”
Buckle up for safety mother fuckers.

>>34069751
Dude, we can't drive. We're drunk. Ish.

>>34069751
Dude, we can't drive. We're drunk. Ish.
>>34069711
this.

>>34069674
>[]”I do. Shinji's driving.”

>>34069778
whoops double post. sorry

>>34069674
>[ ]”I do. Shinji's driving.”

>>34069674
> No one
Cite the higher likelihood of survival in case of attack.

>>34069674
>[x]”No one. You all get the back.”

>>34067851

EVA QUEST!

<3

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>>34070219
<3 u 2 bby

>>34069674

[x] If anyone rides shotgun, they need to be checked out on the range with one.

By me or Misato.

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“I do,” you tell them. “I'll be able to shoot and take the wheel if I need to. It's a nice, gentle drive into town. Besides, one of you needs to be able to drive something other than giant walking death cyborgs. That one of you is Shinji.”

“Ugh,” Asuka groans. “The Great and Invincible Shinji! Why not me?” She whines at you, and you turn to look at her.

“None of that shit,” you tell her. “You're teammates. I don't give a shit if you like him or dislike him, love him or hate him. Put up with him, watch his back, be ready to knock someone's teeth in for him. He'll do the same for you, won't you, lad?”

“Y-yes,” he says, staring at the table.

“Besides,” you say offhandedly as you take another bite of pizza, chew, and swallow it. “You've got to be mature to be able to drive a fucking car, Second.”

“Then why have you got a license?” She snipes at you, and you take another bite of pizza. Mari is trying to hold laughter back from behind her hand, and Shinji is- being Shinji, sitting there quietly and staring at the table. Misato is on her second beer, and Gunnar has disappeared, leaving you with the dishes. Cunt.

Turning the sink's faucet on, you roll your sleeves up and start washing. “I don't,” you say cheerfully. “My Northern Ireland license expired four years ago, and I haven't gotten one from Japan. Although... my NERV ID functions as one when I'm pulled over,” you trail off.

“How often does that happen?” That's Mari. You wonder why God hates you. Probably the deal with something not exactly human, you reflect.

[]”Not often.”
[]”Too often.”
[]Write-in

>>34070370
>[]”Not often.”
"They can't catch me."

>>34070328

Funny story, re my posting location and that picture...

>>34070370
>[]Write-in
"Not enough."

>>34070370
>[]”Not often.”

>>34070370
>[x] Write in
"Less often than you'd think, more often than you'd want."

>>34070370
>[x]Write-in
Only when there are bullet holes...

>>34070401
2nd.

>>34070370

[x] Not recently. Which is odd really. You'd think they'd be more on top of things around here.

>>34070370
>[]”Not often.”
"That would be Misato."

>>34070370
[X]”Not often.”

>>34070515
This.

>>34070401
>[x]”Not often.”
This.

>>34070370
[x] Write-in
"I'm a tall, sketchy-looking white man in Japan. How often do you think?"

>>34070370
>>34070401
This.

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"When I feel like taking time out of my busy fucking schedule to entertain motor cops. More often than I'd like,” you admit to the brats. “Anyway,” you finish, “that's mostly Misato.”

She looks at you, offended, and finishes her beer. She stands, and you determinedly ignore her glare. “I'm off to work,” she says. “Don't get the kids killed,” she tells you. Grinning, you wink at her.

“I'm going to be letting Shinji drive the Aston Martin, I should think. Not enough room on the Indian.”

“I- I just- You are going to die horribly one day,” Misato tells you over her shoulder as she leaves. It hits closer to home than it should have, the dream with Lily fresh in your mind. One hand unconsciously tightens into a fist, to deny your death with all your might but then you unclench it. It's a moot point, isn't it? After all, you've died so many times-

-so, so many times- blood and death and fire and you're shoving a fist into a gaping hole in your chest, struggling to stay alive long enough to make a deal with something beyond your ken, you don't want to die you want to kiss your girlfriend when you wake up and make love to her in the sunlight of morning and then drowse until noon and then kiss her slowly and make love aga-

You swallow heavily. “Right,” you say. “Right. Don't get the kids killed. Can do.”

“Good,” she says, and leaves for good. You turn to stare out the window, above the sink, and fix yourself a cup of black coffee. You swallow the bitter drink down, and revel in the bitterness and scent.

[]”Everyone finished with breakfast?”
[]”Hurry it up, I haven't got all day to let you graze peacefully.”
[]Write-in.

>>34070881
>[]”Everyone finished with breakfast?”

>>34070881
>[]”Everyone finished with breakfast?”
No need to be rude just yet.

>>34070881
>[x]”Everyone finished with breakfast?”

>>34070881
>[]”Everyone finished with breakfast?”

>>34070881

[x] ARE YA READY KIDS?

...

IIIIIIIII CAAAAAAN'T HEAAAAAR YOU!

>>34071121
AYE AYE CRY~AN

>>34071121
https://soundcloud.com/aangot-1/spongebob-theme-song-800-slower

>>34071167

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHO LIVES IN A GEOFRONT UNDER TOKYO-3?

RIP Robin Williams

>>34071121
>>34071167
>>34071206

Fuck you guys

Although after the last angel, I can see this happening.

>>34071217
He was a huge fan of NGE.

>>34071276
He never got to see 4.44

>>34071302
We all envy him.

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>>34071427

OH SNAP

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“Everyone finished with breakfast?” You ask. Two mutters of confirmation and one nod greet your quest. “Good. Go brush your teeth and saddle up.” They file out of the room, leaving you alone with your coffee and memories of deaths that haven't- had happened?

You take another sip of coffee, and think hard. While the kids are at school you can catch up on paperwork, but it's not too bad, you're sure. You could instead read intelligence reports regarding the Russia situation, as well as what the UN is doing. The Americans are probably blustering, your own native UK is probably trying to keep its head down while Russia, America, and the UN continue to wrangle over sovereignty issues and the UN's continuing mission.

That's boring, but necessary. As well, you could cultivate some of the ex-pats that frequent the Tricky Dicky and try to pick up a few contacts. Someone might be in a vital industry or position with access to information you'd need- for what, you don't know. But knowing is half the battle, and violence is always the other half.

You've heard scattered reports of some more cultist activity cropping up in Southeast China, but that's more than a simple boat ride over. Then there's the usual superstitions of Section Two being infiltrated as fuck by Reds and worse. All in all, just another day at the office. The question is, though, what to do?

You take another sip of coffee as the Children troop back into the kitchen, and hand Shinji your key-ring.

“Everyone out to the garage,” you grin. As soon as all their backs are turned, you cross yourself smoothly. You don't know if someone out there is looking out for you or not, but it can't hurt to have them on your side.

(1/2)

The drive to the school is, thankfully, not dangerous. It's still early enough there's not a lot of traffic, and Shinji is a careful driver. There's no conversation, so you listen to the news on the radio. It's boring.

“Declan?” Shinji begins after Asuka and Mari leave. He's still sitting in the driver's seat, so you turn to look at him and not at Mari trying to sway her hips.

“Yeah?”

“There's supposed to be a parent-teacher conference later in the week, and Misato is scheduled to be gone, and I don't want to ask Father. I was wondering- would you attend as an uncle or something?”

[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”
[]”I'm afraid I can't. I've got an investigation I have to get started.
[]Write-in

>>34071870
[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”

>>34071870
>[X]Write-in
"Sure, why not? Can't be too bad."

>>34071870
>[x]I'll have to talk to the commander about that, but I'll try.

We DON'T want to cross or try to annoy Gendo EVER!

>>34071870
>[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”

>>34071870
>[x]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”

>>34071870
>[]Write-in
You should ask the commander anyway, but if he says no
[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”

>>34071870
>>[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”
Just warn him that we will try to make it but the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. With our luck, the Russians will pull some new shit that day.

>>34071870
[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”
>Write in
"Least I can do for what I pulled in the last few weeks"

>>34071986
yeah, this

>>34071870
>[]”I'm honored you thought of me, and it would be a pleasure.”
>>34071976
Thissss

>>34071986
This.

We must also apologize to the poor Aston's clutch for any transgressions Shinji may have committed against it.

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“I'm honored you thought of me,” you begin slowly, unsure of how to do this without being too sappy. “It would be my pleasure to attend,” you assure Shinji. “I've got to clear it with my superior, and I might be delayed, but even if I have to abseil through the window to make it, I will,” you tell him.

He smiles up at you and thanks you, then takes off. You feel as though you should have hugged Asuka before she went into the building. And then it's Mari, and even Rei, and then your head suddenly begins pounding as though a chain-gang is doing road-work in Louisiana in your head. Wincing, you take a breath, and lean back for a moment.

It eases after a moment, and you take another breath, before stepping out of the car. You move around to the driver's side and take your rightful place. “I'm sorry, baby,” you tell the car as you turn it back on. “He's gotta learn sometime, and you were a project car. Where's the fun in project cars if you can't turn 'em over to teenagers to let loose with, sometimes? Besides, I can always fix you up if he hurts you too badly.”

The car doesn't say anything. You pat the console a couple of times, and begin your drive to the office. Somehow, though, you get the feeling the car is sweating audibly. Shrugging it aside, you ponder the headache. Is Lily failing in keeping your subconscious with his horrible- mostly horrible there was some good she said but on the whole horrible horrible terrible-

Is Lily failing in keeping your subconscious pinned? Is he bleeding through? Are you going nuts? (More nuts than usual, that is?) Why is there nothing good on the radio, EVER? These questions, and more, devil your drive to the GeoFront.

(1/2)

When you finally make it to the office, you raise a hand in greeting to the other Agents, and take your cubicle. There's nothing from Captain Karling for you, nothing from either the Commander or Subcommander, and your email inbox is empty. The inbox on your desk consists of intelligence reports from Section Three regarding China, Russia, the UN, and the USA.

[]Check out Russia first.
[]China might be getting frisky.
[]The UN is always a concern, even if there's not much you can do there.
[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?

>>34072643
>[]Check out Russia first.
>[]China might be getting frisky.
>[]The UN is always a concern, even if there's not much you can do there.
>[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?

>>34072643
>[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?

>>34072643
>[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?
That is rather odd.

>>34072643
>[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?
Abnormality detected.

>>34072643
>[x]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?

MURRIKA

>>34072643
>[x]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?

>>34072643
>[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?
Should be interesting considering we were just there.

>>34072643
>[x]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?
Might be about that cunt Smith.

>>34072643
[]Why is there a report about the USA in your fucking inbox?


Shouldn't we go to Gendo and just explain what the fuck we've got going on in our head? This is pretty much the only way I can think to get off of the lilith train. Either that or he'll get us a robot and the spear at that point

>>34073288

NOPE

THAT IS A HORRIBLE IDEA

Unless we're seducing Gendo, or reporting in the normal course of duty, we should stay the fuck away.

Now, if you were in favor of helping the man get over his undead wife through vigorous application of liquor and irish dickings...

>>34073288
>wanting to get off the lilith train

What are you, a pedophile

>>34073288
Lilith is best abomawaifu, anon. I don't see what anyone can have against her.

>>34073379

Why should we be on the dream monster's train? What good will it give us? None. I'm not even convinced anything she's told us has been the truth so far.

Also we spent the first three quarters of this game giving our hallucination the finger and playing tableflip to suddenly go all gaga over this bitch who has ripped our subconscious apart.

Why?

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>

“Why is there a report about the ruddy Americans in my fucking inbox?” You ask the empty cubicle. No one answers. Sighing, you pull that one and toss it onto the empty space on your desk, and then stand. You're going to need coffee and notepads and pencils for this. You find the pencils and notebooks in a supply closet, which also contains several rifles and shotguns, as well as ammunition for them.

The notebook and pencils go on your desk, next to the file. When you find the coffeepot, you look at it slowly. Then you look around. Then you take the entire fucking pot back to your cubicle with you, and you light up a cigarette.

“REPORT CONCERNING RECENT EVENTS IN NEVADA'S NERV BRANCH AND OTHER LOCALES ACROSS THE US,” reads the big block red letters on the outside of the file, including, “EYES ONLY,” and, “TOP SECRET,” and your personal favorite, “IF FOUND OFF-SITE WILL BE EXECUTED IMMEDIATELY.”

Shit, guys, it's not like you're a fucking traitor. NERV is fighting the good fight- that's what helps you sleep at night. Well, the quite large amounts of alcohol help with that, too, but you're digressing. Sighing, you open the file. It was probably prepared by some nameless sod in Section Three trying to pretend he was James Bond. You do the same, sometimes. It doesn't help.

The introduction is bland- it provides a background of events concerning your mission in Nevada, as well as America's reaction to the Russian issue you may have sort have forced. Whistling, you skip ahead. “...of extreme concern, however, is the reaction of the religious of the United States- some view the Angels as enemies of God to be exterminated, some view them as literal angels- messengers of God to be allowed to rampage freely, and some view them as alien life forms.”

(1/2)

“All view points are concerning- the concern stems from the religious writing their UN, Congressional, and Senatorial representatives expressing concern over recent developments in Nevada, including the killing of a US national by [REDACTED], an agent of Section Two sent to ensure the safety of [REDACTED] and [REDACTED].” You're the one that filed the original fucking report and they give you the redacted intelligence version?

The incompetence astounds you. Sighing, you skim through the rest of the report- basically the US doesn't know what to do regarding NERV, so their politicians are feeding everyone a load of horseshit. Par for the course, you decide. Lighting another cigarette, you ponder the remaining three intelligence files.

The UN, the Russians, the Chinese. What to look at, what to look at... That's when an Agent you don't know, eyes shielded by sunglasses, steps inside your cubicle and takes the seat across from your desk.

“Special Agent,” he greets. “I've been sent by our mutual friends to make sure you're doing okay.”

[]”What mutual friends? I don't know who you are, mate.”
[]”Uh, yeah, sure, everything's great, I'm doing A-okay, friend.”
[]Write-in

>>34073563
>[]”What mutual friends? I don't know who you are, mate.”

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>>34073505
>implying you wouldn't

>>34073288
ahahahaha

>>34073563
>[x]”What mutual friends? I don't know who you are, mate.”

>>34073563
>[]”What mutual friends? I don't know who you are, mate.”

>>34073563
I'll be more safe once you explain who you are and who sent you.

>>34073563
>[]”What mutual friends? I don't know who you are, mate.”
Best have that sawed-off ready that's under the desk. Dec has one of those, right? He seems the type.

>>34073563

Listen mate. I'm dangerously low on friends and my last acquaintance tried to put a few rounds into me. If you don't want to end up on the bad side of an Irishman you better tell me what the fook you're doing here and who sent you.

>>34073563

[x] Which ones? I'm a friendly sort y'know. I've got lots of friends.

You look like a decent chap. Probably friendly too.

Be prepared to shoot him in the face.

He probably means our mutual friends the Russians

>>34073563
>[x] Skip the formalities and punch him in the dick

>>34073707
This sounds good. Perhaps aim our desk gun at him.

>>34073613
Well, I know I would.

>

Carefully, you quietly open the drawer to your desk, where another CZ-85 waits, along with three spare magazines. Silently, you pick it up and flip the safety off. Aiming it beneath your desk, you smile at the man.

“Which friends? I've got lots of friends, y'know.”

“I know,” he says. “These friends are in Vauxhall Cross.” That's when you place his slight accent- it's definitely middle class Wales. Leaning back in your seat, your slowly replace the pistol in the drawer.

“And what can Vauxhall Cross be wanting with me?”

“You're uniquely placed to protect a national interest,” he tells you slowly as well. “We understand your obligations to NERV are, right now, greater than your obligations to the United Kingdom. The King himself has expressed a desire to see the national interest you're protecting safe at all costs, and has intimated you might be pardoned for what they drummed you out for.”

Ah. The carrot, first, then. What's the stick to be, you wonder? “Or,” he says just as quietly, “we can be convinced to bring you back home. The realm needs men like you, Cryan. The Wars hurt us, badly, and we've recovered, and we're an Empire again, but there are still threats out there, threats that need men like yourself to take care of them.” Oho. It's TWO carrots. For some reason, you feel strangely pleased.

“I need time to think about it,” you tell him. “But rest assured I shall continue to protect the national interest with as much vigor as I possess.”

“There is no time, Cryan. I need your answer, now.” Ah. What game could be afoot that requires MI6 to need another gun in country and in place already?

[]”Rule Britannia.”
[]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”
[]Write-in.

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”
No more shadowrunning... I can barely handle it...

>>34074295
[x] If it endangers the kids I set you on fire.

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

After the world is saved then we can worry about that.

>>34074362
This. More than just the British Empire is at stake here, the *world* is, we can play James Bond later.

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”
It was already established in an earlier thread that Cryan knows what he's doing here is much more important than anything he could be doing for King and Cuntry.

>>34074295
>[]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”
Last time I checked the world is more important in general.

>>34074361
This. I mean, we would probably be down for a job otherwise.

>>34074295
>[]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”
>>34074361

>>34074295
>>34074361
This. That aside, I'm fine with it.

>>34074295
>[]”Rule Britannia.”

Life was getting boring, lets pile some more stuff onto Cryan's plate. Besides, idle hands are the devils playground

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>>34074295
+
>>34074361
+
>[x]”Rule Britannia.”
(SHADOW RUNS INTENSIFY)

>>34074361
+1

>>34074295
>[]”Rule Britannia.”

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

Last I checked, we weren't a double agent.

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”
Cryan gives no fucks

>>34074295
>"Ave Caesar" just to throw him off

>>34074295
>[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

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>>34074295
>Rule Britannia
>Write in:
But if involves putting the kids at risk you can eat a dick.

>>34074665
Choosing them over NERV is by definition putting the kids at risk.
Eat a dick.

>>34074636
Seconding. Just to show we can fuck all black and white questions.

>>34074295

Rule Britannia, but if it puts the kids at risk I'm setting you ablaze

>>34074295
[]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

Nope. We left our homeland a long while ago.

Besides, we fucking IRISH.

>>34074295
[x]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

Need to keep the asset smashing giant monsters safe to avoid giant monstar death

>>34074295
Rule Britannia

Who knows, maybe we haven't tried this yet in a past life

>>34074295
[X]”Please exit my cubicle, I'm trying to work.”

NOPE. I know where this leads. This is Gendo to test our loyality.

“Ave Caeser.” He looks at you like you're speaking Latin, which you are.

“What?”

“Please exit my cubicle,” you tell the Welshman quietly. “I am trying to work.” He makes a face at you.

“I understand,” he says. “However, if you had read the Russian report on your desk first, you'd know that there are still several dozen nuclear weapons unaccounted for from between the fall of the Soviet Union and the invention of N2 weapons.”

“Bugger,” you say. “Best of luck, though. If this harms the Children, I will be finding you, and I will be introducing you to my friends, Left and Right Fist.”

“Quite,” he agrees. “Best of luck, Special Agent. And remember- if you ever want to go home, you can call the Consulate and tell them Agent Blue had a talk with you.”

“I'll remember that,” you tell him as you shut the drawer in your desk. He stands and leaves, and you lean back in the chair. Nuclear devices wouldn't require MI6 contacting you in person with their man in NERV. It's got to be something bigger than that. You don't think you'll blow his cover, and you'll help if he desperately needs it, but he's a big boy. He should be able to operate entirely on his own.

You light up your third cigarette of the morning, and spin the chair around, to face the wall of your cubicle. “Got to be more to the game than just nukes,” you tell yourself. “Got to be.” On a whim, you check the Russian report in your inbox on the desk- it's entirely speculation regarding why the Russians would have a thirteen year old looking twenty-four year old dressed as a secretary and in their Embassy in Tokyo-2, and why they could possibly want an Evangelion.

(1/2)

Damnation and bugger, you think. Someone is keeping the nations of the world at the Great Game, at each other's throats. There hasn't been a new Permanent Security Council of the UN member since Germany and Japan were both granted the status in 2002. China and Russia have been sniping at each other about border incidents for months now, you recall. Why would Russia start a mess with the UK and US over Japan? Why would Russia need an Evangelion unit? Their stockpile of N2 weapons is half as large as the United States is, and they had to run their economy into the ground to build them.

You need a fucking drink, you think. But goddamn if this isn't interesting thought-food.

[]Keep going down the rabbit hole.
[]This is someone else's problem.
[]Write-in.

>>34075038
>[]Keep going down the rabbit hole.

>>34075038
>[x]Keep going down the rabbit hole.
Pretty sure this is our problem. If Russia is building another Evangelion, and we can get that Evangelion on our side, that's one more ace in out sleeve.

>>34075038
>[]Keep going down the rabbit hole.

>>34075038
>[x]Keep going down the rabbit hole.
We shadow running this shit now.

Grab the phone too, should this prove too big to ignore, we can just change our mind and call the Consulate about Blue's little chat.

>>34075038
[X]Keep going down the rabbit hole.

This world calls for wetwork and we answer the call.

>>34075038
>[]Keep going down the rabbit hole.
It never ends.

>>34075038
>[x]Keep going down the rabbit hole.

>Agent Blue
Oh shit, nigga
Code Blue

Anyway.
>[x]This is someone else's problem.
But really, what other work do we have at the moment? An idle Cryan thinks about other things, and that's not good at all.
So
>[x]Keep going down the rabbit hole.

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>>34075038
>[x]Keep going down the rabbit hole.
Remember the fun last time?

I sure do! So lets get back too it!!!!!

>>34075038
>[x]This is someone else's problem.
Focus on the Pilots/etc.

>>34075038

Keep going down the rabbit hole

Down and down and down

>>34075038
[]Keep going down the rabbit hole.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=didzxUkrtS0&index=16

reminder: we have to be shinji's uncle foe hia school thing.

>

The Russians want an Evangelion, citing national defense issues. The Chinese want one, citing national defense issues. The Germans, Japanese, and Brits and Americans have one, each. Well, in Japan's case, they have two, but one is the prototype which has been pressed into service. Four active Evangelions. You know that facilities in China, still 'communist', and Russia, produced at least some of the equipment needed for them, with other places around the world, like Brazil, France, and South Africa doing the same.

The possibility for proliferation exists- but what country truly had the budget for it? Not Russia, with their heavy investment into N2 weaponry. Brazil was still struggling with internal difficulties, with France and South Africa not having the income to be able to build an entire Evangelion. China could be doing it, but that would require they break about four different treaties and be hiding the facilities from UN inspectors-

The only logical conclusion, you realize, is that someone or several someones, are directing things, forcing the powers to play the Great Game and so be blinded by the 'big' issues they don't realize something is going on. And hadn't Lily told you that Third Impact had been orchestrated by man? But man is flawed, you know this, you're one of the most flawed men out there, and man's works are flawed, inherently, by being shaped by the hands of flawed men. So Third Impact was flawed when it kicked off that very first time- and you were caught in the middle.


[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
[]Write-in.

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>>34075507
We busy operating.

Get Gendo to do it, or Misato

>>34075560
>[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
>[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
we can do both, surely.

>>34075560
[X]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
[X]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.

>>34075560
>[x]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
This is going until a it becomes a train wreck.

>>34075560
>[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
>[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
Both sounds reasonable at the moment considering the latter should be a simple, veiled threat-laden conversation.

>>34075579
He won't and she can't
>>34075560
[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
If we can if we cant focus on Shinji

>>34075560
>[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?

>>34075560
>[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
>[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
Can we do both?

>>34075560
>[x]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
We should probably not push our luck and make sure we can go to Shinji's conference before we get too wrapped up in this.

>>34075560
>[]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?
>[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.
The kids take priority. Above all else, as always.

>>34075560
>[x]If you've tried before, and it hasn't worked, then there are too many wheels in motion to stop this thing at the top or bottom. What about the middle?

All right. So some faggets (SEELE, Rothschilds, I dunno) are trolling the worlds' nations into fighting each-other, and some other faggets are shoving moles up NERV's ass in order to obtain Twelve Evangelions.

>>34075560
>[]There's not a lot you can do now- you might as well clear you playing uncle for Shinji with Captain Karling.

It's fait accompli that shit's fucked up. The new scar under your eye, the headache this morning, Second Impact- shit's fucked up. Things went tits up, as it were, when Second Impact happened. So. You take your cell phone and dial one of two men you can trust to always have your back. The first is Tricky Dicky.

“It's you,” he says flatly, obviously unenthused to be hearing from you.

“Yes, it's me,” you respond quickly. “Listen, I need a favor, since you didn't fucking follow through with the bottle of booze for Katsuragi.”

“Pay your fucking tab, you cunt, and then we'll talk about favors to get you into a girl's panties.”

“That wasn't a favor for that, you dirty fucker. The fate of the world might rest on this shit.”

“Sure, sure. I'll listen.”

“Good. I need you to keep an ear open for anything to do with a secret organization that isn't a national- so nothing about the KGB, that kind of thing- this needs to be about shit like the Illuminati or whatever.”

“Sure,” he says again. “Anyway, how'd the girl take it next time she saw you?”

“She was pretty pissed at me, you fuckin' wanker. I'll remember this.”

“Maybe if you'd pay your fu-” you hang up on him. Cunt. That's about all you can do about the secret group running the world (if there really is such a thing,) a small voice in the back of your mind chimes in doubtfully. Ignoring it, you stand. Then you promptly sit back down and type up an email to Commander Ikari. The phrasing puzzles you for a moment, before you seize upon what you think will ensure success.

(1/2)

“Sir-

Third Child has requested I attend parent-teacher conference at the school as an older male relative. I am requesting permission to do so, in order to help maintain the pilot's combat effectiveness.

Special Agent Cryan.”

Cold, you think. Mission-oriented. But that's the Commander, isn't it? Now faced with a distinct lack of something to do, other than paperwork, you ponder escaping the cubicle, and check your watch. Three-forty PM. School's almost out, then.

[]Go pick up the Children.
[]They can ride a train- you need to call (Who? For what?)
[]Write-in.

>>34076464
>[x]Go pick up the Children.

>>34076464
>[]Go pick up the Children.

>>34076464
>[]Go pick up the Children.

>>34076464
>[x]Go pick up the Children.
We can't feckin leave them now can we?

>>34076464
>[x]Go pick up the Children.
We're Uncle Cryan.

>>34076464
>[x]Write-in.
Pay your fucking tab.

>>34076464
[x]Go pick up the Children.

We would be the jammiest of bastards to abandon them to public transit.

>>34076642
Fucking this

>>34076464
[x] Go pick up the Children in the Jeep.

>>34076464
>[]Go pick up the Children.
>[]Write-in.
I wonder if we have at any point let the kids peek behind the curtain. Worth a shot. Let's see what they can think of for an outfit capable of causing the third impact. Perhaps ask what the angels are aiming at.

>>34076605
The uncle who everyone loves!
Especially Mari

>>34076464
>[]Go pick up the Children.

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The only character on this image that I can't place is the guy in the SPLOSIONCAR.

Was it Cryan all along?

>>34076676
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nggWTNLFifA
Uncle Buck

>>34076707
Cryan probably doesn't look like a generic japanese shounen anime protagonist.

>>34076642
Seconding peyin mah fookin teb

>
You can go pick up the Kids, you think. Be there by the time class lets out. Maybe have time to get to the house and cook something, prove you can cook. It's still awkward, trying to figure out how to live with three teenagers, eight other men, and an adult woman that's as drop-dead gorgeous as she is. You've managed it, and managed to not cut your own throat shaving yet, too.

You'll be able to cook and drink, you think. As soon as everyone's eating you can retreat to the bedroom you've taken over as an office space/library and go to sleep on the floor. But you should pay your tab at Dick's place, too. You can write him a check. You get paid day after tomorrow. If you put the check in the mail today, he'll get it three days from now. Yeah, that'll work. God, you wish you could just drink for free, but that stopped when you set the place on fire.

You leave the office and head for the motor pool, where the Aston Martin awaits. But the kids are growing. Maybe you should get one of NERV's black SUVs? You shake your head abruptly. God, what are you doing? Thinking about getting a vehicle that's bigger and not as fast or smooth as your Aston Martin simply because you're driving /children/ to and from school? Next thing you know you'll be enrolling them all in football.

“God save Ireland,” you say quietly as you slip into the car. “I'm being domesticated. What a horrible thought.” But is that so bad? You are twenty-eight. Might be time to think about finding a woman, settling down. Buy a farm, even.

Then you burst out laughing. “That'll be the fucking day,” you say. “Me, Declan Cryan, farming and with a wife and kids. That ain't for me,” you tell the empty air beside you.

“No, dearie, it's not. It never was.” You look to your side and see Lily, sitting next to you. Jerking your eyes back to the road, you cross yourself.

(1/2)

“This is new,” you say to her.

“Yes, it is. You've stumbled upon a truth that's important. I can't stay out here for long, and it hurts, but you need to know you're on the right track.”

“What, cooking dinner for the Children?”

“No- well, yes, that will help them adjust to having you around and not killing people,” she admits. “But the track from earlier- what train was the Welshman discussing?”

“The Great Game? Although really that hasn't been relevant since the Great War, back in 1914-”

“Declan, honey,” she interrupts you. “You're getting side-tracked.”

You decide to try again. “There's some rich old bastard running everything?”

“Rich old bastards,” she corrects. “But yes. Don't bother trying to go after them, though. They have too many resources to throw against you and I'd rather you not die again.”

“I'd rather that, too, thanks. So what do you suggest?”

“You're doing well, this time. You're not crippled or dead in a gutter, which was more common than you might beli-” You look to the side again as soon as she's cut off, and she's gone as suddenly as she was there.

“Well fuck,” you tell the empty car, as you pull up to Tokyo-3 Middle. You motor into a parking slot and unfold yourself from the car. There's an exodus of students heading for transportation home, and heading home, when you suddenly find yourself being assaulted- well, assaulted isn't really the word, more like aggressively hugged, by a fourteen year old boy.

Patting him on the head, you ease Shinji back.

“What's the matter, sport?”

“I got locked in a closet during lunch,” he sniffles into your shirt, “and Asuka just laughed when she found me and didn't let me out.” Yeah, you think. To a fourteen year old, that's probably a big issue.

(2/3)

“Come along, then,” you tell him. “We'll find out who locked you in the closet, and then I'll find them and lock 'em in a cell with a friend of mine. As for the Asuka issue, I'll talk to her later, okay?”

Wee, that's it for tonight. Thanks for following!

Next thread is Wednesday night at, uh, 'bout 5:30 PM EST.

Thread'll be archived, etc, etc.

>>34077454
We must enact proper vengeance by teaching Shinji to do the same to his attackers.

Need to teach Shinji how to smack a bitch. Christ.

Also, Lilith's apparent reason for helping us thus far. Since she already has us for good once this is all over, assuming she's not destroyed, is it just because she genuinely doesn't want us to keep dying?

>>34077454
Man Asuka is a cunt. She needs a facial of paintballs.

>>34077532
I assumed it was that she wanted us faster, since if we win its over we are hers as apposed to waiting until she can't throw us back anymore

>>34077479
>Nothing really gets done
>The thread

>>34077479
Mari fapfic when?

>>34077906
Yes I know. We really laid some groundwork for things to happen next couple of threads, though. So don't be to disappointed.

>>34077925
Please write that Mari smut scene
I'd even pay you

>>34077953
How much are we talking, here?

>>34078012
Like Its 6AM, I'll talk to you on IRC tomorrow

>>34077923
Never.

>>34078101
Please no.

>>34077437
Huh. Asuka really doesn't seem the type to actually leave Shinji in the locker and not let him out.

>>34077532
Maybe she wants to prevent nukes going off because they destroy the soul?
Or was that Planetary?

>>34078240
Do you know Asuka?

>>34082101
Not him but, from what I remember, I figure she'd laugh at him, mock him a bit, and then let him out making sure to mention something about the 'Invincible Shinji' needing to be rescued from a closet.

>>34083962
In this continuity she probably feels threatened since Shinji is actually becoming competent.

>>34084621
Like......she did in the original?

>>34083962
Yeah, she's never been this outright terrible before.

>>34086284
Asukafags butt blasted that their bitch is revealed to be a bitch

>>34086361
But I like Misato more. I'm just sayin' it's kinda outta character for her. Though you're probably just joking.