[X]Finish pissing. He said not to move, after all.

Never kill on a full bladder. Besides, people who think they've got the upper hand tend to do stupid things, like gloat, or tell you who they work for.

>>33085570
>[x]Finish pissing. He said not to move, after all.
Okay, humor him.

>>33085570

[x] Finish pissing, on him.

>>33085716

MAGICAL REALM

>>33085745

Nah, just warn him you're going to sneeze, hunch forward a bit as you "do" and don't straighten up. Piss backwards between your legs on his shoes. Because why not?

>>33085767
we'd just piss all over ourselves.

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>>33085570
>Finish pissing. He said not to move, after all.

“All right, Agent. That is enough of your wit. Now is not the time.”

“Well, mate, if now's not the time, when is?” With a sigh of contentment, you finish taking your leak, shake, and zip up. “I'm moving my hand to flush, fella.” He takes a step backwards to allow you to flush, and you spin, knocking the hand with the knife aside. He takes another step backwards and you move to fill in the gap, throwing a punch at his head. He moves aside, and steps forward, bringing the knife too close for either of you to use.

Good, you think. You're former fucking SAS and Royal Irish Regiment. The Royal Irish had breached Monrovia in Liberia even before Second Para, and it hadn't been a firefight. It had been close in bayonet fighting, and then, as now, you knew they wouldn't have the stomachs for it. You bring your knee up between the man's legs and he stumbles backwards briefly, and you use the opportunity to slam your forehead into his nose. He swears, in Russian, you dimly recognize, but it's no matter.

He's dropped the knife now, and you seize him by the front of the shirt with one hand and drive him backwards, free hand a fist and pounded into his nose. He stumbles on something and you both tumble through the drywall seperating the male's room from the female's. A woman looks up to the mirror from washing her hands, utters a small shriek, and runs out, leaving you alone. Well, with the unknown Russian. Lifting him up as he attempts to struggle out of your grasp, you run his head into the mirror, shattering it and stunning him, and shove his head into the water.

[]Drown him. He's got to have some sort of ID or something.
[]Interrogate him.

>>33085829
>[x]Interrogate him.

>>33085829
>[]Interrogate him.
Should maybe consider dragging him back to HQ too. Sure they'd love to hear about this.

>>33085829
Drown the cunt

>>33085829
>Interrogate.

You wait for a moment, and then jerk his head from the overflowing sink, and ram it into the mirror again.

“Who sent you? Wer hat geschickt Sie?” You repeat the question in Japanese, but the man merely grins at your reflection in the cracked mirror. Swearing, you shove his head back into the water.

“Agent Cryan.” You turn your head to look to the side and see Rei Ayanami, watching hold a choking, drowning man's head under water. She appears oddly unconcerned. “What are you doing, Agent Cryan?”

“Interrogating a man,” you tell her. “He doesn't want to talk.” She nods noncommittally and enters one of the several stalls, and you turn back to the man. He surprises you by driving an elbow into your groin, and you stumble backwards, one hand dropping low to try and protect your equipment.

“Agent Cryan. My superiors,” the man gasps out around his broken face, “are very interested in NERV and what goes on there.” He pulls a pistol, and you feel stupid for not thinking to check him for one, or two, but then a blur passes in front of you and the man yelps and drops the pistol.

[]Go for the gun.
[]Shove his head into another wall.
[]Write-in.

>>33086186
Gun

>>33086186
>[]Shove his head into another wall.
Resume interrogating, no fucks given.

>>33086186
[X]Write-in.
Watch Rei work.

>>33086186
>[x]Go for the gun.

>>33086186

[x] Teach Rei the proper interrogation method for someone like this.

It'll be fun!~

>>33086271
I'd not be surprised if she already knew it

>>33086283

Eh, I'm sure we can teach her a trick or two. If not, maybe we can learn something?

Besides, it would be pretty unnerving for the guy to have an interrogation suddenly devolve into a lesson on proper interrogation techniques.

"Now, see, how he's tensing up? He's expecting pain, and bracing for it. If we do something unexpected, like dunk him in this toilet here..."

*sploosh*

"And start drowning him, he starts focusing on air more than resisting pain!"

"Then you pull him out and kick him in the nards."

>>33086320
..I like how you think...

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>>33086186
>Teach Rei the proper interrogation method for someone like this.
(Best write-in is best write-in.)

You step forwards as Rei steps backwards from the man, and you don't question how she managed to move so quickly. You reach down and lift him up again, before turning him to let him face Rei.

“This, Rei, is how you interrogate a Russian agent. Russia picks her agents generally based on love for the Motherland. Now, can you do me a favor and go find a car battery and connector cables?” She nods, and the agent begins blubbering something about electricity and Treaties or Conventions. You're not sure, it's Russian, and you don't speak Russian.

“We'll start with something small, while the girl's gone. What's your....”

[]Name
[]Agency
[]Directive
[]Write-in

>>33086375

[x] Name?

It's always nice to be able to put a name to a face. You know mine after all, so a trade is only fair.

"What's that? Ablorblblorbl? Interesting name there."

>>33086375
>[]Name
He already knows about us. Let's get to know him a little better.

>>33086399
>>33086406
This

[X] Interrogation lessons!

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>>33086394
>Name.

“What's your name, mate?” The agent mutters something about the Rodina, and you're sick of him speaking Russian. Angrily, you toss him into one of the stalls, where his head thumps against the toilet.

“No Russian! Stop speaking fucking Russian or I'll castrate you in front of a fourteen year old girl,” you yell, and the combined threats of castration and electricity serve to loosen his tongue.
“Aksyonov. I am Beria Aksyonov of GRU, what you know as Main Intelligence Directorate of the Russian Federation!”

“Is that so? Who's your chief-of station? Are you an illegal?” You're referring to illegal agents placed in country with enough cover to pass muster, and used to infiltrate organizations like the American FBI or CIA, or your own British MI5 and MI6. He shakes his head at your question.

“No, no! I have diplomatic immunity, I am only here for this mission. My chief-of-station is Aleksandr Ivanovich Chesnokov, he will tell you I have immunity!”

You've got a name and an agency that you can hunt down, now. You've worked with less, before.

[]Get his mission out of him.
[]Haul him to HQ, let them deal with him from here. You have a chief-of-station to talk to.
[]Write-in.

Woops, forgot to mention: I've set up an IRC channel on Rizon. It's #ngeq

You can ask me questions there!

>>33086548
>[x]Haul him to HQ, let them deal with him from here. You have a chief-of-station to talk to.

We ain't got time for this shite

>>33086548
>[]Get his mission out of him.
THEN HQ can have him.

>>33086548
>[x]Haul him to HQ, let them deal with him from here. You have a chief-of-station to talk to.

I'm sure other people can resume where we left off.

>>33086548

[x] Wait for Rei to get back.

Then is teaching time.

We can take her with us to talk to the chief of station too. Broaden her horizons and all that.

>>33086548
>[]Get his mission out of him.

>>33086548
Wait for Rei, then thank her and drag both to our chief and take Rei with us for learning as we meet a section cheif.

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>>33086548
>Haul him to HQ.

“What's your mission, Aksyonov? What's Russia's game?”

“The pilots of the Evas- if we can kidnap them, we can force the UN to force NERV to hand the Eva units over to us. We don't want a German armor division advancing on Moscow lead by Unit 02.”

You brain the man once more, knocking him unconscious, and sling him over your shoulder. You snatch his pistol, a Makarov, and your own, back up, and then exit the restrooms to wait for Rei.

She arrives, toting a car battery and connector cables.

“Is this what you needed, Agent Cryan?” You nod affirmatively.

“Yup, good girl. Come along, then. We're going to dump this ruddy wanker off at Section Two's cells, and then we're taking a trip to see the chief-of-station for the Russian.”

“Chief-of...station?” She asks, and you realize no one bothered to inform her about espionage and what not.

“Head spy in one country for another country. For example, if we had our own two countries, I might be chief-of-station for my nation in your nation, with cover as a minor diplomat or some such job.” She's a bright girl, she'll get it. “In the mean-time, you know what makes a man talk? Castration, or threatening it. Beria here sung like a bird once I threatened him with castration AND electricity. Presumably he enjoys sex.”

[]Telephone NERV for a ride.
[]Take the train.
[]Write-in.

>>33086760
Take the train, just you, Rei and your Russian.

>>33086760
>[]Telephone NERV for a ride.
As amusing as hauling an unconscious, clearly beaten man on the train with a teenage girl toting a car battery & jumper cables would be it would just be simpler to call a ride.

>>33086760

[x] Call Nerv, hand them a Russian, then go take the train. We can gather more accoutrements on the way with Rei.

Don't forget the car batteries.

>>33086760
Call a ride from NERV

>>33086760
>Telephone NERV.

You fish your cellphone from a pocket and dial the Section Two agents supposed to be watching Rei right now. The voice that answers you is bleary and sounds tired, and mumbles something about 'too early in the morning.'

“Oi, cunt, it's six-thirty, I've been up since four, and just did your job for you. I need a ride for the Russian agent I'm toting and you let get too close to the First. So shove your whining or I'll shove a foot up your arses, got it?”

“Yessir,” the agent grumbles wearily. A gray sedan pulls around the corner, and you shove Beria into it, along with his pistol and passport.

“Said something about his mission being to kidnap the Children. I'd inform the Commander about this and recommend he jump the Second Child's timeline up by about three weeks or so.” Both agents, the driver, and gunman if needed, nod and say they will.

The sedan drives off, and you turn to Rei. “Let's find a train. We've got to figure out where the Russian Embassy is.”

[]Try Kyoto.
[]Try Tokyo-2.
[]Write-in.

>>33087219
>[]Try Tokyo-2.

>>33087219
>[x]Try Kyoto.

Also, shit man, you don't throw a blind choice like that in a Quest. That's just bad luck.

>>33087219
[x] Kyoto

Would they really setup in the second version of Tokyo aftier the 1st one got rekt

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>>33087263
I have a plan.

>>33087219

[x] Call someone and ask?

I mean, shit, the Russian Embassy might be in Tokyo-3.

We're in Tokyo-3, right? Isn't tokyo 2 underwater?

>>33087291
Tokyo, the original, get wrekt by nuclear weapons.

>>33087271
The Russian Embassy doesn't officially have anything to do with espionage activities conducted by the Russian Federation in Japan.

Officially.

>>33087311

Okay, I still think asking for directions is a good idea.

>>33087361


That said, if Tokyo-2 is the head of government, that's probably where the Embassy is.

>>33087219
[x] Attempt to find directions

[X] Ask Rei.

>>33087219
>Call someone and ask.

Taking your cell phone, you call the switchboard operator. Switchboards are only still a thing because of situations like this- namely, Section Two agents needing to get to someone or somewhere or call them, and frankly it's helpful. These days they're more like glorified help desks, but they've kept the title of switchboard operators.

“Operator here. How may I help you?”

“I need to get to the Russian Embassy. Can you be a darling and look it up right quick for me?” She responds with an affirmative hum. While you shift from foot to foot impatiently and Rei stands impassively, you regret not wearing shorts. It's getting hot out, even though it's only about eight in the morning.

“The Russian Embassy is located in the Central District of Tokyo-2. Hours are from nine in the morning to seven at night. Russian citizens are always welcome. Russia requests that you go unarmed.”

“Thanks.” Then you hang up. “Tctch. Unarmed? They wish.” You call a cab for yourself and Rei, and she's quiet the entire ride to the station, and simply stares out the window at the passing city scape.

“Agent Cryan,” she finally says. “Why do you put yourself at risk like what you did earlier?”

[]”It's what I've done for quite a while.”
[]”I... I don't know.”
[]Write-in.

>>33087556

"We're all at risk with that fucking situation we're in."

>>33087556
>[x]Write-in.

It's our job. Nothing more, nothing less.

>>33087556
>[x]”It's what I've done for quite a while.”

>>33087556

[x] It's my job. It's what I do.

>>33087556
[]”It's what I've done for quite a while

>>33087556
"Because humanity needs me to. Hell, you fight aliens in a giant robot, compared to you I'm downright cautious."

>>33087556
>”It's what I've done for quite a while.”

“I've been fighting for quite a while, you know,” you mutter. Ayanami shakes her head at you.

“No. I did not know.”

“Huh. Well, yeah. Twelve years. Originally I joined the British Army to get away from the hunger and devastation following Second Impact. In the Royal Irish I found brotherhood and friends, and we fought for the man next to us, not high ideals.”

She's looking at you like she wants you to continue, so you do, feeling uncomfortable with this discussion of why you get up every morning and put on a gun and Kevlar vest. 'Accommodate all reasonable requests from the First, Second, and Third,' standing orders say. This isn't really classifiable as unreasonable, is it?

“Then I wound up in the SAS, and again, it was for the man next to you. I spent from 2011 to 2014 as a mercenary with a German outfit out of Stuttgart, and that wasn't... that wasn't like the Royal Irish and Special Air Service. It was a bad time, for me, I guess”

“But this? NERV? Waking up every morning and stopping a cult or madman from taking over a mall and slaughtering the shoppers? That's worth something, Rei. Hell, you drive a giant robot against things that man wasn't meant to ken of, and you're fourteen. If anyone's a big damn hero, it's you and Ikari.”

She falls silent and so do you. The train is empty at this time, between the men out to work and the women out to shop, and there's only the sound of the train and the-

>>33087925

“Goddamned Muzak,” you snarl, lips curled into a frown.

“The next stop will be Tokyo-2. Please stay seated until the train comes to a complete halt.” Rei frowns at you for a moment. You shrug at her, and stand in defiance of the request from the loudspeakers.

Eventually the train halts, and you realize you're in Tokyo-2 in pursuit of Russia's chief spy, with a fourteen year old blue-haired girl with red eyes. And only one pistol. That last has got to change before you go 'talk' to Aleksandr.

[]Call Tricky Dicky. He's probably got a friend in Tokyo-2 that can hook you up.
[]See if the British Embassy will be willing to talk to you.
[]Write-in

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>forgetting the pic

Goddamn.

>>33087925
>She falls silent

Not sure if it's worth to mention when Rei is silent. Awkward silences are kind of like ponctuation for her.

>[x]Call Tricky Dicky. He's probably got a friend in Tokyo-2 that can hook you up.

Rule number 1: You never involve Englishmen in your affairs if you can help it.

>>33087945
[X]Call Tricky Dicky. He's probably got a friend in Tokyo-2 that can hook you up.

He hasn't failed before, has he?

>>33087945

[x] Dicky! Guuuuuunz

Let's get Rei something to hold too. Maybe a nice uzi subcompact or something.

>>33087945
>[X]See if the British Embassy will be willing to talk to you.

Being a Brit myself, I am sure that our embassy would lend a hand given our history of service.

>>33088033

Can you imagine being the desk officer for that request?

"Hello, I'm a former British servicemember, and I'd like to raid your armory for myself and this blue haired schoolgirl. What are we doing?

Oh, nothing that could be construed as an act of war with the Russian Federation, of course."

"Right-o sir, come right in. Fuck the Russians anyway."

>>33088081
>"Fuck the Russians anyway."

Always a sound policy.

>>33088106
It worked for the Americans for the better part of 50 years

>>33087945
>EVERYTHING WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME

Snapping your fingers, you grin, and pull out your phone once more. Handy things, cell phones. It connects to the number you dial, and a voice that longs desperately for sleep answers. Too bad, Dick, you need guns.

“Dick. It's Dec. I'm fixing to hit the Russian Embassy. You know anyone in Tokyo-2 I can talk to hook me up with firearms? I'll get our Embassy to give me the rifles.”

“Declan, Declan, Declan. Next time I see you, your tab is due, motherfucker. I am sick and tired of you never paying, drinking me out of bar and grill, and never actually picking up half the birds you chat up, you bastard.”

“Dick,” you proclaim loudly into the phone, now positive he's got a hangover, “I love you too. What can your guys hook me up with?”

“7.62 NATO or 5.56 NATO, or 7.62x39. Your choice.” You're positive you hear a muttered 'motherfucker' on the other end.

[]7.62 NATO.
[]5.56 NATO
[]7.62x39mm
[]Write-in. (See if Dick's guys can get you something else.)

>>33088219
For clarification, since I fucked up, (again), the Embassy will give you guns, Dick's friends will give you ammo.

>>33088219
First guns, then ammo.

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>>33088219
>7.62 NATO

[]7.62 NATO

>>33088219
>>33088295


For clarification/context: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_5.56%C3%9745mm_NATO_firearms

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_battle_rifles


And 7.62x39mm is AK47+variants.


We probably want to go with 5.56 Nato. Because we're getting weapons from the British, that'll translate to the SA80 or its descendant. We probably would have used an SA80 before, and it's a bullpup, decent for handing to a schoolgirl and using to clear tight quarters. I don't see anything chambered in 7.62 that jumps out at me.

>>33088219
>[X] 5.56 NATO

>>33088219
5.56 NATO for some SA80 varients.

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>>33088450
>not wanting to use the right arm of the free world

>>33088633

In a city? In an embassy? No thanks. Bullpups are there for a reason.

>>33088219
>5.56 NATO
I'm not sure the battle rifles will be as useful indoors in the embassy and I'm not sure Rei would be as comfortable with one either. Although 7.62x39 would allow for some plausible deniability.

>>33088219
>Something NATO and guns first.

“Guns first, I think, Dick, but gonna go with a tentative 7.62 or 5.56 NATO, first. Have your guys meet me outside our Embassy.”

“All right, Dec. Don't forget your tab. Or I will eat you, you son of a bitch.”

“On me mother's grave, Dick, I'll remember me tab. Don't get your knickers in a twist, you slag.” Then you hang up on him before he can say anything else. Turning to Rei, she's still staring at you, as though the conversation she had just overheard had never happened. That's when you realize she doesn't speak English. Mouth trying to twitch into a grin, you set off for the British Embassy, and Rei follows along.

When you arrive at the Embassy, it's quite quiet, with only muted phone conversations and the clacking of keyboards to indicate the people inside are alive. You manage to avoid the metal detectors, which would have been set off by your pistol, and look for the front desk. You sidle up to it when you find it, doing your best to remain inconspicuous, Rei trailing along behind you.

“Ah, excuse me, miss,” you cough in English, startling the girl behind the computer monitor. “I need to speak to the head of security and the Ambassador, please.” You slide your passport over the top of the metal and glass desk, and she nods quietly when she sees it.

“Right this way, sir. If your companion would follow me, I'll get her something to drink?”

>>33088219
>[x] 5.56 NATO
Get some of dat Colt Canada C8 (the SAS use 'em, so it fits our background) up in this bitch.

>>33088798
“Go ahead, Rei. You're safe here. Should be, at least.” Rei nods and follows the girl, and you stop to admire the view as they walk away, before a cough interrupts you. It's the Ambassador and head of security, Sir John Langely and Major Donald Kincaid, respectively. You exchange greetings and handshakes with them, and you can tell Sir John saw combat, probably the First Gulf War or Falklands, while Major Kincaid fought in the Impact Wars. Both men have the same set of the shoulders, tilt of the head, and look in the eye.

[]Be blunt.
[]Dance around the issue.
[]Write-in

>>33088822
>[x]Be blunt.

We tried to drown their spy. No need for formalities.

Also, I seriously hope Rei is gonna get offered some orange juice.

John Langley. What.

>>33088822

[x] Be blunt.

Gentlemen! Fuck the Russians!

But no, seriously, that girl here with me? Some Russian sod tried to kidnap her earlier, and I want to go visit his boss to discuss the matter.

Sadly, I find myself woefully underarmed...

>>33088822
>[X] Be blunt

>>33088822
>[]Be blunt.
Might as well.

>>33088822
[x]Be blunt

>>33088822
>[x]Be blunt.
"I need a favor. The Russians just tried to kidnap the Pilots of Evangelion Units 00 and 01. NERV very much wants a chance to have a frank discussion with their Station Chief. So I'm planning on raiding their embassy. I need weapons. And support if you can offer it."

>>33088822
Be blunt.

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>>33088822
>Be blunt.

“Gentlemen, a pleasure to meet you. The Russians just tried to abduct the pilots of Evangelion Units 01 and 02. NERV would very much like to speak with their Chief-of-Station. I'm going to walk into their embassy, find him, and drag him back out. Frankly, I would appreciate any support and weaponry you can offer.” Sir John, a tall, languid man with a shock of the gray hair found almost exclusively on redheads, nods slowly. Major Kincaid grins.

“Good God, man. You've bollocks the size of a lion's. Of course we'll help you, won't we, Sir John?”

“Of course we'll help the Leftenant, Major. He's doing the King's work, even without working for the King! I'll contact the Prime Minister and see if we can't move the timeline for the Fourth's journey to Japan up. Having them all in one country would be an aid indeed, wouldn't it? And bugger the Russians. Bastards tried to grab Finland again during the Impact Wars. What have we got in the way of assets the Leftenant can use, Major?”

“Well, there's firearms, of course. And some gear he might find familiar from his SAS days, at that.” The grin the Major is giving you is familiar. And that's when you recognize him.

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>>33089500
“Captain Kincaid! We thought we'd lost you when you lost your leg! Goddamn, man, how have you been?” He laughs and wards off the bear hug you try to embrace him.

“Well enough, Leftenant, well enough. Now, about that gear?” You shake hands with the Ambassador one more time, and let Major Kincaid lead you out, walking remarkably well for a man with an artificial leg. He leads you to the armory room, where Rei is waiting for you, sipping orange juice. “You've taken care of ammunition for yourself, then?” You nod at his question, and begin shucking out of your current clothing.

“Now then. We've got L85A2s, as well as a few H&K MP5s, or, if that's your game, -416s.”

“L85A2, sir. I've spent more time with it than with either of the others, seeing as how most of my time in the service was spent with the Irish.”

“No suppressor, then. Just as well, the Russians need to know that this kind of devilry won't be unpunished. Try not to kill anyone, Leftenant. I'll leave you to it. There's a helicopter that'll take you to the Russian's building, and pick you up. From there we'll have a car take you back to Tokyo-3 with your new friend.”

“Wonderful, Major, wonderful. Thank you, sir.”

“No need to thank me, Cryan. You're the one sticking your neck out once more, after all. Good luck, then.” You throw on the black clothing and tactical vest provided, along with a black hood and boots.

“Are you trained on firearms, Rei?”

“Not human sized ones, Agent Cryan. However, the principles should transfer.”

[]Take Rei with you.
[]Leave Rei at the Embassy.
[]Write-in

>>33089520
>[X] Ask the Major if he would watch Rei while we're out.
Yeah, taking her into the base full of people that tried to kidnap her is probably a bad idea.

>>33089520
>[]Leave Rei at the Embassy.

Taking her with you probably wouldn't be very safe.

>>33089520

>[x] Bring Rei along.

This is valuable life learning here. We shouldn't pass up teachable moments like this.

After all, how often do you get to teach children how to clear a hostile building? What kind of excellent influence would we be if we did that?

Also, having someone to watch our back would be good. Especially given how fast she moved earlier.

>>33089520
We could even take Rei with us?
Why hasn't NERV taken her back into the Geofront surrounded by a huge amount of guards or something?

>>33089623

If nothing else, at least keep her around for the frank discussion we're going to have with the nice Russian gentleman in a half hour or so.

>>33089650

We sort've took over watching her when the Russian showed up. He was fixing to abduct some of the pilots, and her guard detail missed that she was within 20 feet of an armed hostile foreigner. Well. an armed hostile foreigner who isn't us. We're not hostile to Rei anyway, but my point stands.

>>33089650
We never told anyone;
A; that an abduction attempt had been made on her.
B; we left town too fast for them to get her away from us.

>>33089520
Leave Rei behind. She isn't as experienced in combat and she's also what the Russians are looking for. There are too many cons compared to pros to taking her with us.

>>33089658
>>33089623
>Putting the essential first child in any sort of danger
It's like you have no idea how hilariously important Rei is.

>>33089684
>>33089681
Doesn't that mean we're going to get spanked by NERV?

>>33089520
>>[]Leave Rei at the Embassy.
As much as I would like to bring Rei along for training purposes things can only go from bad to worse if she gets nabbed or shot.

Quick question for our friend across the pond:

Did I use 'leftenant' correctly?

>>33089789

Fiiiiiine you sensible assholes and your correctness. But I swear, we are dragging Rei to a firing range and teaching her how to properly shoot a man for next time something like this happens.

>>33089520
[x]Leave Rei at the Embassy.
She's important, leave her at the embassy.

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>>33089520
>Leave Rei with the Major.

“Major Kincaid, can you do me another favor?”

“Watch the First for you, correct?”

“Right, sir. Right, Rei, stay with the Major. He'll protect you and hopefully the UN will look at this like the UK taking her obligations to this whole NERV business serious.”

“Good luck, then, Leftenant. Go on, girl, say good luck to the Leftenant,” he adds in Japanese, for Rei.

She looks uncertain for a moment, then- “Good luck, Agent Cryan.” Shooting her a grin, you leave the armory and move down the hall to another room, where the two men Dick sent are waiting. They look over you once, then cross themselves.

“Christ, Cryan, you look like something out of Da's tales about the SAS coming across the border for him or Uncle Mike,” the shorter, fatter one tells you.

“Well, considering I was SAS, Paddy...”

“Christ, Dec, don't remind me.” He crosses himself again, then slides a black briefcase across the table. “We knew about your history, so Timmy and I figured you'd want something you were familiar with. Inside that's a bayonet and magazines for your L85, mate.”

“Thanks, Paddy.” You fill the pouches on your vest with the clips, then the cargo pockets on the side of your pants.

The walk to the helicopter pad is... Familiar. Infiltrating a country illegally, getting help from the criminal underworld or the local American or British embassy, doing something that would cause lots of issues if anyone ever found out what'd been done...

Yeah. It feels familiar as shit, and you don't know if that should scare you or excite you. The helicopter ride, in the meantime, is odd, since it's a new type of bird, one you've never seen before. And before you know it, you're sitting on the edge of the passenger area of the bird as it hovers over the Russian embassy, legs dangling out.

[]Go in through the roof.
[]Walk in through the front door.
[]Write-in.

>>33089964

[x] Roof. We're in a helo, and above them, may as well take advantage of that.

Plus we can hopefully circumvent loads of outward facing security down by the front entrance that way.

>>33089964
> clips
*twitch*
>>33089992
has it

>>33090017

Oh, you know he's doing it on purpose.

>>33089964
>[]Go in through the roof.

>>33089992
throwing my lot in with this

>>33089964
>Roof

“Drop me through the skylight, Cap'n. I've got a statement to make.” The building is a four-story square affair, with one center lobby in the center, a skylight on the roof, and the necessary rooms and whatnot surrounding that center. You take a flashbang and your pistol, pull the pin on the flashbang, shoot the skylight out, and drop the non-lethal grenade.

“Oh my beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you.” You look up in haste, and see.... Nothing. You look around, and still nothing. But it was your mother's voice. It had to be, only she called you 'beautiful boy'.

“Fuck,” you swear. You've got a job to do. Swearing again, you cross yourself, and drop out of the bird on the dangling rope next to you. You descend, and for a moment, it feels like you're sitting in midair, with nothing between you, the sky, and God. Except God's abandoned Earth, and you. Just like Da-

No. You're not going there. There's too much to do, too much on the line. You hit the ground with a thud and let go of the rope, bringing your L85A2 up and to bear on the first armed person you spot.

“Aleksandr Chesnokov!” You scream in English. “Aleksandr! We need to talk!”

To the armed man, you mime dropping a rifle with one hand, and he gets the hint, before slowly backing up. In the center of the lobby, there's a group of eight computer desks forming a square, with gaps in it to allow people to walk in and out of their work station.

[]Head for desk-square and use it as cover.
[]Start clearing rooms looking for Aleksandr.
[]Write-in.

>>33090445
>[X]Start clearing rooms looking for Aleksandr
We came here with a job to do.

>>33090445
>“Oh my beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you.” You look up in haste, and see.... Nothing. You look around, and still nothing. But it was your mother's voice. It had to be, only she called you 'beautiful boy'.
ah feck.
[x]Start clearing rooms looking for Aleksandr.

>>33090445
>[X]Start clearing rooms looking for Aleksandr

>>33090445

>[x] ROOM TAH ROOM

>>33090445
Oh god, I wasn't in first thread but are we a fucking grown up Irish Shinji?

>>33090786
No, just an agent. We spent swathes of the last thread either carrying Shinji around or screaming at him to get in the goddamned robot.

>>33090445
>Start clearing rooms looking for Aleksandr

You keep your rifle trained on the fellow that had just disarmed himself and head for the nearest door. You turn, kick it open, and barrel through right after the door, and find-

An empty office, probably used for interviews or something of the sort. You head for the next one to the right, and do the same. This time there's someone in there. Asking, “Aleksandr Chesnokov?” gets you a shaken head, but a finger pointing upwards. Nodding thanks, you head for the stairs. No one in the center lobby has moved from where they're either holding their head in their hands, or sitting there watching you in shocked silence. You find the stairs fairly easily, thanking Christ that someone laid this place out intelligently, and receive a phone call.

Reaching into your pocket, you pull out the cell phone and answer, not taking your eyes off the way upwards. You took the stairs instead of elevator because the elevator is an easier chokepoint to hold. But then, really, so are stairs.

“Hello?”

“Agent Cryan. Please explain to me why you are armed, in the Russian Embassy, and clearing rooms on international television.”

Oh. Oooooh shit.

“Uh, Commander, I can explain.”

“Please, Agent, please explain. I would love to hear this. So would the Subcommander. And the Tactical Commander. And the Head of Project E. And Captain Thierry.”

[]Eliminating a threat to the pilots, sir.
[]Getting you an early Christmas present.
[]Write-in.

>>33090786
Unprotected contact with Lilith can lead to interesting consequences.

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>>33090445

[X]Start clearing rooms looking for Aleksandr.

SLICE DA PIE AND MAKE FUKKAS DIE WE'RE IRISH-BORN AND RUSSIANS SCORN BUT FUCK'EM, WE'RE HARD CORE

>>33090812
>screaming at him to get in the goddamned robot
I have missed something glorious.

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>Unprotected contact with Lilith can lead to interesting consequences.

Does this end with us carrying her head around in a box and calling her "mother?"

>>33090890
The link's in the OP.

>>33090890

You have no idea. You have, just, like, no idea. The shit he did. The shit he DID. He's rapidly on-track to become Shinji's awesome uncle that takes him shooting and gives him questionable advice about approaching women.

>>33090866
>[]Eliminating a threat to the pilots, sir.

>>33090866
>[x]Eliminating a threat to the pilots, sir.

I'm dooin ma fooking job mate! Why aren't ya dooin yours?

>>33090869
I love you.

>>33090866
>[x]Eliminating a threat to the pilots, sir.
>[x]Getting you an early Christmas present.
Porque no los dos?
>Unprotected contact with Lilith can lead to interesting consequences.
Muh SAN points.

>>33090866

>Eliminating a threat to the pilots

You know, given that an armed Russian agent got within arm's reach of taking Rei, we should probably tell the Commander to start plugging the OBVIOUS leaks.

>>33090965

This, yes.

>Making a point to our nominal "allies" sir.

>>33090866
Giving you an early Christmas present

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>>33090866
>Eliminating a threat to the pilots, sir.

“Removing a high-risk threat to the saviors of humanity's future, sah. Information acquired from Beria Aksyonov, an illegal Russian agent, has lead me to believe the Russians intend to abduct and secure the First through Fourth Children in order to use them as security against the Evangelion program and the United Nations. I also suggest you form a probe to investigate why, precisely, an armed Russian agent was within twenty feet of the First Child. Sir.”

There's silence on the line for a moment, and then-

“Very well. Continue. Minimize casualties, Agent.”

“Very good, sir.” The line cuts off, and you add- “Shall I fetch you some fucking tea, sir?” You receive a text. It's a curt 'No.' Ignoring how horrifying the prospect is that the Commander can hear everything you say, you continue up the stairs, still strangely empty. Then you round the final corner and find yourself face to face with a Russian VDV trooper. You fire, he fires.

His round misses. Yours doesn't. He drops backwards, and you bull forward. There's no one else up there. Turning, you kick the door to the second landing in and see a man holding a revolver of some kind to the forehead of a secretary.

“So, Agent Cryan, we meet. I see you have managed to discover my identity as Station chief. It is not of mattering. You will be dead, soon, I think.”

“Right, then. Let the girl go and I won't shoot you, and we can go have a nice talk back at base....”

“No, I don't think so. You will drop the rifle, Agent, and step forward.”

[]Comply.
[]Try to shoot him without shooting the girl.
[]Shoot through the girl.
[]Write-in.

>>33091237
>[x]Try to shoot him without shooting the girl.
We've only killed one person today.

>>33091237
shoot through the girl and use your Lilith powers to save her

>>33091237

>[x] Shoot around the girl.

We're not disarming, he'll just shoot us. At least this way we have a chance of her not dying.

>>33091237
[x] try to shoot his without hitting the girl.

Fist target the arm he's holding the pistol in, then one of his legs. then beat the shit out of him with your rifle.

The commander said no civvie casualties, so we will at least try to keep them low.

>>33091237
How about I don't and you tell me why I give a damn about some random secretary?

>>33091237
>[]Try to shoot him without shooting the girl.

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>taking his own secretary hostage

"Hey, Ivan. Do you know what a 'throw gun' is?"

>>33091237
>Try to shoot Aleksandr without shooting the girl.

Your rifle still trained on Aleksandr, blood pounding through your veins loud enough for you to hear it over the girl's whimpers, you remember SAS selection.

'Shooting a man in the hand, arm, wrist, whatever.... It's extremely difficult. So difficult, in fact, that you will never, as long as you wear the flag of the United Kingdom, do so. You will fire through hostages if necessary. You will ignore civilian casualties in pursuit of the mission. There's a reason the King has diplomats and Ambassadors.'

Well, you're not operating for the King anymore... You take aim, draw breath and-

…..

It misses. The shot hits Aleksandr in the shoulder and his pistol goes off, splattering the girl's brains across the wall.

“Fuck! Fucking motherfucking fucker!” You sprint forward and kick the pistol away from Aleksandr's hand, and check the girl. She's dead. You kick Aleksandr in the face, where he's lying down, and he starts bellowing in pain. Feeling no pity whatsoever, you bring the rifle's butt down onto his wounded shoulder.

That's when you realize you knew the girl's face after all. She was Russia's pilot candidate. Oh. Oh that's not good at all.

“Fucking cum-guzzling twatwaffle flurgen fuck-face, I am going to rip your fucking testicles off and feed them to you for that, you little pimple on my ass.” Chesnokov chuckles in grim satisifaction, and you bring the rifle down on his face, this time, and kick him for good measure. He's out, thank Christ, but now you've got a dead thirteen year old girl on your conscience.

“Christ,” you mutter. “I need to write myself a fucking prescription for a brewery.”

>>33091777
The sprint back to the helicopter, out in front of the building now, with an unconscious man over your shoulder is rougher on your knees than a casual stroll to outside of a public restroom. You shove him roughly in, and climb in afterwards.

The pilot lifts off, and you settle back to witness the fallout.
It's not good at all. Sir John and Major Kincaid are screaming themselves hoarse at you about the girl, Commander Ikari has stated he's highly disappointed and that never bodes well, and the Russians have called the UN and are threatening to land troops in Hokkaido.

Rei's staring at you. It's unnerving. Finally, all the screaming comes to an end.

“Well, Leftenant, what do you have to say for yourself?” Major Kincaid queries, while Commander Ikari looks on silently over the telecom call.

[]”It had to be done, sir.”
[]”Following orders, sir.”
[]Write-in.

>>33091777
Hey OP.
There's a fucking difference between a 13 year old and a secretary.
Even more when one of them is a potential saviour of the world.
Please, can you fucking make a distinction next time?

>>33091801
oh fuck me running.
[x] other
RELOAD FROM SAVE POINT. DO-OVER, BOSS!
I'll post Asuka pics if you do!

>>33091829
This especially considering Eva's art style.

>>33091801
>Sorry, one moment she looked like an employed secretary of 18-30 then she suddenly turned into a 13 year old

Also
>Implying potential candidates matter that much
Shinji's class is full of them

>>33091801
It's my job. I wouldn't do it otherwise.

>>33091801
[x] other, it was all a hallucination via Lillith, ignore my post here >>33091836

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>>33091777
>She was Russia's pilot candidate. Oh. Oh that's not good at all.

Serves the motherfuckers right. Better theirs than ours.

Hold on!

If we've taken out Russia's candidate, does that mean that there's a free EVA lying around?

Can we pilot it?

>>33091882
Lilith doesn't even have that sort of mindfuck power.
What the hell is this quest doing?

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Posting Asuka, just in case.

>>33091829
>>33091850
>>33091862

You guys have points.

>>33091909
Not really.
Murdock's report is a huge fucking scam, SEELE would have another one out by the end of the month

>>33091909
Nah dude, we're like...30. We're not a Child, we're a Section Two agent.
>>33091911
MC in the first thread encountered ol' Lilly, experienced severe SAN loss.

>>33091911
Panicking, mostly.

>>33091927
A secretary would have to be employed, unless the hiring age suddenly went down to 13 then that's an impossibility.
Not to mention, all children that have been anywhere near chosen would have personal guards/spies.
And why the hell is she in the middle of an embassy? Even Asuka didn't have that.

>>33091927
Shouldn't we know if the Russia's child had even entered Japan anyway? It seems like something everyone would be gearing up for considering IT'S IMPORTANT ENOUGH DUE TO THE DAMN SAVING OF THE WORLD

>>33091801
seconding
[x]It's my job. I wouldn't do it otherwise.
also add in something about trying to avoid the girl's death but our now ex-Russian station chief was using her as a human shield

>>33091939
SAN loss?
What.
That never happened to...well, generally anyone that saw Lilith.
It's mental interaction that caused everyone to get all emotional.

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>>33091801

[X] "The Russian shot her. His gun, his bullet. I took the best shot I had. You want to blame someone, blame the son of a bitch that hid behind the girl that he was supposed to protect. At least this way nobody can blame me for pulping her insides with a tumbling, fragmenting 5.56mm round.

I'm saving the rest for my official report, because if I keep talking right now its going to end badly."

>>33092041
Just sayin' what Tangfag told me.

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>>33091895
>Sorry, one moment she looked like an employed secretary of 18-30 then she suddenly turned into a 13 year old

>>33092029
>>33092042
>>33091867
All of these. If was the fault of the Russian, now I've got to live with the fact that either way I couldn't have saved her.

>>33092088
meant for
>>33091862

>>33092109
>>33092088
God I didn't even realise.
That's hilarious.

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>>33091801

Zuul Disapproves

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>>33092128
Yeah, we full pedo now

“The Russian did it. He had the revolver, he had her as a hostage. His gun, his bullet. As for her being Russia's pilot candidate, I don't know what she was doing in Japan, in the Embassy, working as a secretary. Ask the Russians, not me. I took the best shot I had. You want to blame someone, blame the son of a bitch that hid behind the girl he was supposed to protect. At least this way nobody can blame me for pulping her insides with a tumbling, fragmenting 5.56mm round.”

Commander Ikari stares at you. And stares. And stares. And finally-

“True. As of now you are allowed all privileges and responsibility of a Section Two Agent of NERV-1 pending further review.”

Kincaid and Langely splutter for a moment, before turning to glare from you to Ikari, and knowing an opportunity to slink out, you take it. Rei follows silently, and you wonder what the fuck made a thirteen year old girl look like an eighteen year old woman. Was it the same thing that made you hear your mother's voice? You'd figure that out later.

You made your choice. You took the best shot you had. Thin margin for error, even thinner margin for victory. It happened sometimes, Sergeant Tompkins had said. It happened to all of them. Only solution now was to self-medicate. Heavily. With booze.

You find the armory again and divest yourself of the gear and clothing, switching back into your own clothes. Rei's still staring at you.

“Why did you shoot the man if you know he might kill the girl?”

[]”Sometimes in my line of work I've got to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay off.”
[]”These things happen. I've learned to live with it.”
[]Write-in.


Yes, I fucked up with the age difference. Yes, I will make it up to you. No, I'm not saying when or how.

>>33092375
>[x]”Sometimes in my line of work I've got to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay off.”
>[x]"Not that I really feel better about it"

I feel this sums it up.

>>33092414
Seconded.

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>>33092375
>Yes, I fucked up with the age difference. Yes, I will make it up to you. No, I'm not saying when or how.

I'll be waiting.

[x]"It seemed like a good idea at the time..."

>>33092375
>>[x]”Sometimes in my line of work I've got to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay off.”
>>[x]"Not that I really feel better about it"

>>33092375
[x]”Sometimes in my line of work I've got to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay off.”

It was either that, or comply and likely get shot by that SOB.

>>33092375

> [x] Sometimes you have to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay out. Not that that makes me feel any better.

"Honestly? My other options were worse. If I laid down my gun, he would have killed me, and gotten away. If I let it go on longer, I would have been flanked by embassy security, and killed, and he would have gotten away...

I was aiming to hit him, and save her. I got one of those."

>>33092414
This'll do.

>>33092375
>[]”Sometimes in my line of work I've got to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay off.”

>>33092466
>>33092448
>>33092414
These get all of my yes.

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>>33092375
[X] "Know thy enemy and know thyself, Rei. He was going to shoot me, then take my rifle and kill her so the Russian's would have political leverage to use against us. He had already decided things... there was a thin chance to save her, and I went for it. Luck wasn't with us today.

That's why the guys who really know shit say they'd rather be lucky than good. Remember that, Rei. Never get cocky because you think you're good."

>>33092375
>Yes, I fucked up with the age difference.
And the intelligence issue. And the bodyguards issue. And the size difference between a fully grown man and a 13 year old (unless he was crouching or something)

>>33092542
Eh, it's his first quest, innit? Shit happens, I'm sure he'll do better.

>>33092542
That falls under >I fucked up.

And I said I'd make it up.

>>33092602
Even quests should have a degree of planning.
I can understand if it was some sort of minor character, but by the reactions she was about as important as Toji will be.
So, y'know, having some more planning around that character might have been useful.
Say, if the guards normally assigned to Rei were diverted due to the controversial transfer of the Russian child.

Then link that up with why they'd feel defenceless against a German onslaught led by Unit 02, since they wouldn't have their own unit to combat it.
Not that EVAs are actually particularly useful in conventional battles due to the 5 minute activation times, their pilot and general firepower based in larger weaponry, which is effectively useless in the face of an N2 mine anyway.

>>33092699

Eva's are immune to conventional weapons for those five minutes. Literally laugh them off, just like angels do. (Even N2 mines)

So for those five minutes, you've got something that can run at mach 1, literally crush your defences with every step, and generally tear a GAPING HOLE in whatever you can manage to put in its path.

So its a tremendous terror weapon, against which nothing you have can stand. And even if they shorten engagement times to around 3 minutes, to give them time to retreat to their hot swappable power supplies, that can turn the tide of any battle.

Plus, even that "larger weaponry" is things like machine guns that fire bullets the size of tanks. So... not that laughable really.

>>33092699
It was a rookie mistake, but I wouldn't hold it against him. The most important skill any would-be questrunner needs is the ability to string sentences together, which tangfag appears to have an ample supply of. How to plan (and more importantly, how to improvise well enough to make people think you planned) is something you learn as you go along.

>>33092805

Shit, imagine what an eva could do in terms of war crimes. 20 seconds of tapdancing would outdo the Dresden firebombings.

>>33092375
>”Sometimes in my line of work I've got to take risks. That was a risk that didn't pay off. Not that I really feel better about it.”

“Sometimes I've got to take risks, because of my line of work. That... That was a risk that didn't pay off. Not that I really feel better about it. I've run into guys like him, before. He'd already made up his mind. He was going to kill her either way. Men like him... They're rabid wolves that need put down, before they infect something else. Luck wasn't on our side, that time.”

“I see.” Do you? Do you really see, you want to ask her. But you don't. Instead you settle for leading her out of the armory and for the nearest bar possible. On your way out of the embassy, you snag a note pad and a pen, and write a prescription. 'Declan Cryan, registered psychologist for Declan Cryan- all of the Scotch in existence.'

The nearest bar in existence turns out to be closed, and a ten minute walk from the British emabassy. Feeling increasingly worse, like you've drunk one-hundred fifty proof rubbing alcohol, you finally stumble upon a small twenty-four hour joint, and make your way inside, where the bartender, a wizened Japanese man looks at you, your disheveled appearance, and Rei. Cocking an eyebrow, he mutters something about 'gaijin', before looking at your prescription.

“This is no good in Japan, sir. You need to get one from a Japanese psychologist.

[]”That's bollocks! I'm a registered psychologist in the United Kingdom!”
[]”Just... Just give me the booze.”
[]Write-in.

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Hello everyone I am new to /tg/ and new to tabletop games in general. I'm trying to start my character creation for EotE but I don't know where to start (this my first time getting into this type of game). Do have any tips for a noob faggot like me for Species and Occupation?

>>33092805
EVAs are pretty awesome in combat, but the thing about what you're suggesting is very flawed.
First, the pilot would be very resistant to killing humans, and most likely suffer from several mental conditions by doing as they do.
Second, artillery can easily remove the additional power supplies
Third, if destruction is what you're looking for a single N2 mine can simply wipe out an entire city, and taking what happened at Hiroshima that's far more of a terror weapon than Godzilla Mk2.

>>33092824
Suppose you're right, I'm just in a bad mood I guess.

>>33092866
>[X] Just give me the boose.

>>33092866
>[x]”Just... Just give me the booze.”
>>33092868
Eh? I think you're in the wrong place, start your own thread, you might get help then

>>33092866
>[]”Just... Just give me the booze.”

>>33092866

> [x] Just... give me the booze please.

>>33092866
>[]”Just... Just give me the booze.”

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>>33092699

nigguh u mad

>>33092866

"I've got one from the Japanese treasurer. That outweighs a psychologist, right? Higher rank, or whatever? Yeah, that makes sense."

Slap down a wad of yen.

>>33092866
Just give me the booze damnit, or do I need to show the nerv card here eh? And a fruity number for the girl something...strawberry yeah strawberries work

>>33093095
I wouldn't get Rei drunk, she might Tang us accidentally.

>>33092866
>”Just... Just give me the booze.”

“Just... Just give me the booze, mate.” The man watches you for a moment, and complies. He slams a bottle onto the bar in front of you, and you begin drinking from it. Fuck the fact it's ten-thirty in the morning.

“And, and something for the girl. Fruity, I guess. And weak.” The man cocks an eyebrow again, then slowly fixes Rei a sangria. She takes a sip and makes a face of disgust at the taste. Shrugging, you take the glass from her and finish it yourself.

“A soda, then, for her. Or orange juice, I guess. Fuck. I fucked up, mate. Bad.”

“We all do, foreigner. We all do. What'd you fuck up this time?”

“Killed a girl. She looked nineteen, twenty. Was actually thirteen. Dunno what happened, just- she looked so much older.”

“Did you pull the trigger?”

“He did not,” Rei asserts, and you look at her in surprise. She's being oddly talkative. Maybe it's the air. Or something. You don't question it. Instead you question your bottle and why it's empty.

“Then why do you blame yourself, foreigner?”

“Made a bad call, caused the man holding her hostage to shoot her. Dunno why she looked older.”

“Maybe it was a bad spirit affecting your perception. Maybe it was you glossing over the girl to keep your eyes on her captor. Could be any combination of things, but probably it was tension and not getting a good look at her. Did you do your best to save her?”

“I think so,” you allow, and stare at the bottle that's refilled itself. Miracles of miracles. You take another drink. Saint Patrick must be looking out for you.

“Then go forward knowing that, foreigner.” The conversation's taken about twenty minutes, between your drinking and trying not to slur too badly.

>>33093378
fruity number thats either a fruit juice or a daikure AT most /k/ripple no worries sides we're Irish! We love to share the glory that is booze.

>>33093461

“Thanks, stranger, you respond, and stand. The world spins for a moment, before steadying itself. Rei's got a hand on your shoulder and is looking almost concerned. Almost.

“Agent, I am going to call someone to give us a ride back to Tokyo-3. I do not think you are in any shape to be driving or handling money.”

[]Tough it out.
[]Agree. Don't want to fuck up any worse today.
[]Write-in.

>>33093482
Yes thank you person of small stature with blue hair, we shall henceforth bestow upon you the title of drinking fairy who doesnt let drunk idiots do Very Stupid Things

>>33093482

> [x] Agree

Yes rei, we shall do the smart thing. That or ride a train.

>>33093482
>[x]Agree. Don't want to fuck up any worse today.

Safe call.

>>33093482
>[x]Agree. Don't want to fuck up any worse today.

>>33093482
>[]Agree. Don't want to fuck up any worse today.

>>33093482
>[x]Agree. Don't want to fuck up any worse today.
What if Russian pilot candidate was an Angel?

>>33093482
>[]Tough it out
I drive better when I'm drunk

>>33093625
Would it have gone down to a simple headshot if that were the case?

>>33093482
>Agree.

“'s a good idea, blue-haired drinking fairy. 's a good idea. Gotta get back to Tokyo-3 somehow.” The combination of stress, adrenaline, booze, and something else hit you like a hammer at all once and you grunt in reaction to the suddenly developed headache.

“Oh my beautiful boy,” fuck that can't be good not after last time, “you've done so well. Sleep now, darl-” the voice trails off as you descend into blackness, leaning on a blue-haired girl in the middle of a Tokyo-2 street.

Flashes of steel in the night. An eerie scream rising up out of the countryside. Flickers of light, indicating rifle fire. It's Monrovia again, you've just killed your first human, and you've just killed a man that tried to kill you. Looking down, you see his face turn into your own-


“Fuck.” You tense into awareness, head pounding. It's the hospital again, and the Subcommander is sitting next to your bed once more.

“This is becomingly entirely too routine, Agent.”

“Yessir.”

“Considering... Recent events, it is Commander Ikari's decision that we allow you your choice of assignments. You may stay here, and protect the Third Child and Captain Katsuragi, or you may fly to Europe to assist the Second and Fourth Children in preparing to move here. The UN Security has approved releasing their Evangelion units from the United States and Germany, respectively. Considering the United States' and UK's special relationship, the USA has furnished the Evangelion, while the UK has furnished the pilot.”

[]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)
[]Stay in Japan. (No timeskip.)
[]Write-in. (You guys want to come up with something crazy to do, like infiltrate Russia ? Now's the time.)

For example- if you decide to fly to Europe, we'll swap protection duties for Asuka with Kaji or with Mari's guard.

You decide to stay in Japan, teaching Shinji to shoot, that kind of thing, is possible. As are trying to do crazy stupid things during the Angel battles.

>>33093962
>[x]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)

>>33093962
Stay in Nippon

>>33093962
>[x]Stay in Japan. (No timeskip.)

We still owe the kid a beer, and owe rei a shooting range thing.

>>33093962
>[]Stay in Japan. (No timeskip.)
Training Shinji time

>>33093962
>[x]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)
Let's wind up the sour Kraut

>>33093962
>[x]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)
Deutschland Uber Alles!

>>33093962

>[x] Stay in Japan

Let's train Shinji in something USEFUL. Like shootan and fightan and manliness

>>33093962
>[]Stay in Japan

>>33093962
>[x] Stay in Japan

>>33093962
>[x]Stay in Japan. (No timeskip.)

>>33093769
It's a ruse. She's not really dead, she'll make a reappearance, fully regenerated.
Or she's a clone like Rei. Her death is an excuse to put a Russian pilot (actually a plant by SEELE) inside NERV as restitution for the debacle.
Don't take my words seriously though, it's just baseless speculation on how this could be turned into a plot point by tangfag later on.

>>33093962
I really want to teach shinji on how to man the fuck up and quit being a little whiny bitch but the potental fun to be had teasing the lil Fraline is faaaar to much fun to contemplate.

>Fly to Europoor

>>33093962
Fly to Europe, change of scenery

>>33093962
>[]Stay in Japan. (No timeskip.)
Shinji needs our help most. We can also give Asuka a kick in the pants about acting like an ungrateful snoot, but that comes after she gets here.

>>33093962
>[]Stay in Japan. (No timeskip.)

>>33093962
Ask to be put in charge of Rei's security detail.

>>33093962
>[X] Stay in Japan.

>>33093962
[x]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)
Eurotrip!

I already voted, but there's still things we need to do here in Japan, and we can always hang out with Asuka later, once we make Shinji awesome.

>>33093962
Fly to Europe, our homeland.

Rolled 5

>>33093962
To JAPAN!

>>33093962
[x]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)

>>33093962
[✔︎] Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)

>>33093962
[O]Fly to Europe. (Timeskip.)
Asuka!

>>33093962
>Stay in Japan

“I'll stay here, sir. Giving the Second and Fourth a new face at this point in time might make them antsy. I will try to avoid, uh, trouble, like what's happened so far, sir.”

“See that you do, Agent. See that you do.” He stands and turns to leave again, but you open your mouth again.

“Sir? May I be placed in charge of Ayanami's security detail?” He looks at you for a moment and thinks about it.

“Take it up with Commander Ikari, Agent. For now you're tailing the Third for twenty-four hours, off sixteen.”

“Yessir.” He leaves, and you head for the attached shower- they put you in a different hospital room! Success! There's a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the toilet, with your cell, wallet, handgun, and magazines underneath the clothing. You shrug out of the hospital gown and step into the shower, to let the hot water beat your worries away.

When you finish, you dress quickly and place all the tools of your trade where they belong, and exit the room.

[]Find the Commander, ask him about being in charge of Rei's detail.
[]Head to your room and pack a bag for multiple nights away.
[]Begin your task- Hunt down the Third.
[]Write-in.

>[X] Stay in Japan.
And see if we can nail Misato

>>33094494
>[x]Begin your task- Hunt down the Third.

>>33094494

[x] Hunt down the third.

IT'S TAILIN' TIME

>>33094494
>[x]Begin your task- Hunt down the Third.
Ah well.

>>33094494
>[X]Begin your task- Hunt down the Third.

>>33094494
>[X] Begin your task- Hunt down the Third

>>33094494
>[]Begin your task- Hunt down the Third.
We still owe the kid a drink.

>>33094569
That we do. Some good shit, not some cheap stuff.

>>33094569
Thirding that

>>33094579
Probably gonna be a bitch-beer, honestly.

>>33094822
Or a *shudder* hard lemonade.

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>>33094494
>Find the Third.

You know what you must do. Somewhere in Tokyo-3, there is a boy. He is fourteen years old. He has not known a father or a mother. He has saved humanity. He has been injured in the pursuit of this, by the lack of his father's affection.

You must buy him alcohol. And not the shitty Scotch you usually buy yourself to drink yourself into an oblivion. You're going to buy him good stuff for his first drink. Glenfiddich single malt, twenty years.

You speed-dial the center that Section Two has specifically set up to monitor the tracking devices in the Children's shoes.

“Agent.”

“Agent. I need the location of the Third.”

“Currently attending class, Agent at Tokyo-3 Middle. Class room 2A. They're supposed to be talking about the religious wars in Europe, but the teacher is discussing Second Impact. Again.”

“Fuck that noise,” you bellow into the phone. “We're busting him out of there. I need a distraction in the form of a pulled fire alarm. Can you fags do that?”

“Yup, you jackass. Making it happen as soon as you're close enough.”

“Roger that. Thanks.” You begin sprinting for the motor pool, and find two vehicles waiting for you: An Aston-Martin of some sort, and an Indian Chief Classic.

[]The Aston-Martin
[]The Indian
[]Write-in. (>inb4 tanks)

>>33094857
>[]The Aston-Martin

>>33094857
Damn. Classy or rugged impression on the kids at school?

>[x]The Aston-Martin
Classy it is.

>>33094857
>[]The Aston-Martin
something tells me Shinji won't like the bike.

>>33094857
>Any old car
Lets be normal, Shinji likes normal.

>>33094857
Possible to pull out a Farrehri out our ass? Thats a good fast car to pull out right?

If not the fastest care avaiable

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>>33094857
[x] The Indian.
Image tangentially related.

>>33094917
Yeah, we need to cure him of that

>>33094857
>[x]Write-in.
The Shelby GT500 Fastback.

>>33094857
>[X]The Aston-Martin

>>33094857
>{x} FJ Holden

>>33094857
>[o]The Indian
Only because I've a hardon for old bikes.

Did Misato already do her introduction (with the car and all) in front of the school?
Our entry would have less of an impact if so.

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>>33094857
Wait, this is the future isn't it?

[x]Steal Kaneda's bike

>>33094857
>The Aston-Martin

You love the Indian. It's fast, it's aggressive, it's not bitch like a Harley-Davidson is. But somehow, you get the feeling the Third wouldn't appreciate the Indian.

So you grab the keys for the Aston-Martin, check to make sure the HK-417 and chest rig in the back seat are secure, and slide into the front seat. Proper music, proper music....

Paradise City from Guns 'n' Roses, you think. Yeeah. You turn the MP3 player on, turn it all the way up, and roll the windows down, before screaming out of the garage, engine roaring, tires squealing. The car is like sex on wheels, and you love it almost as much as you love the Indian.

Tokyo-3 has a special lane on the roads for NERV personnel. You make for Tokyo-3 Middle down that lane, and arrive at the school just as the guys you called remotely pull the fire alarm for you. The children stream out, and your trained eyes easily pick out the Third. Rolling up to him, you shut off the music and lean over, as everyone stares. You wonder if Katsuragi has already introduced herself to the school, and if so, how.

“Come with me if you want to live!”

"B-but I've got school!"

"Doesn't matter! C'mon!" With a nervous nod, he says his good byes to precisely... No one. Huh. He gets into the car beside you, looks at the HK-417 nervously, and then swallows.

[]Shooting.
[]Drinking.
[]Strippers.
[]Write-in.

>>33095149
While I love the little A310, an Aston Martin, an Indian Chief, or a GT500 are all more impressive.

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>>33095239
>forgetting the pic
>again
Goddamn.

>>33095239
>[]Shooting.
Drinking later.

>>33095239
>[X]Drinking.
...Then strippers, then shooting

>>33095239
>Drinking
>Strippers

>>33095239
>[x]Write-in.
Mechanics. Work on the Indian.

Rolled 1

>>33095239
>What do you want to do Shinji?
>The world's your oyster and I'm your fairy grandfather

>>33095239
This >>33095297

>>33095239
>[x] Write in
Let's take him to our favorite cheeseburger serving pub.

I honestly don't know if you're trying to run this thing into the ground right now.

>>33095297
>>33095288
He's too young to drink and will stick by that guys.

>>33095239
>[]Drinking
let's try not to get trashed again though

>>33095312

>>33095341
>>33095312
This

>>33095312
This.
This is all Shinji would ever want

>>33095312
This
But if he picks something lame we take him drinking.

>>33095239
>[x]Cheeseburger.
>[x]Shooting.
You'll never know when another Russian agent will spring up and attempt to kidnap Shinji this time.

Being Irish, do we have any past experience dealing with redhead tsunderes?
Because if we do we can give Shinji some invaluable advice for dealing with Asuka.

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>>33095343
I dunno, looks old enough to me. I think he's about 30 something. Definitely employed too, probably in some sort of secretarial work.

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>>33095312
Fucking this.

Strippers this early on would kill him, and while a drink seems passable I'm pretty sure the naked ladies would cross a line.

Also, Shinji is totally going to be our waifu

>>33095465
That's some shota shit, man.

>>33095465
Is there a word for being that awesome Uncle that while not the most responisble of people we still get shit done?
Casualities and collateral none withstanding of course

>>33095449
>Take shy 14 year boy old to strip club
>Ogle titties for a couple of hours
>Get Shinji completely shitfaced
> Still be better father figure than Gendo

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>>33095449

>>33095465
Shinji is our little bro. No waifu for us. Too high a risk of a Doombitch.

>>33095312
It's impossible not to pick this

It's nice to give him the option, but he's going to pick something inane. We shoulda took him drinking like we said we would

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>>33095527
That's a pretty damn low hurdle to clear, even considering the number of bitches Gendo throws at Shinji

>>33095622
And then he'd go
>B-but I'm too young to drink
>You're just like misato!
>My feet hurt
>I want to be at home listening to music

>>33095239
[x]Drinking.
Let's find some place to shoot the shit and knock back some alcohol.

>>33095629
>And live with this smoking hot chick who has a personal vendetta against the angels and doesn't personally give a flying duck what happens to you as long as you kill those angels
>And here's Asuka who has attachment issues and is spiteful to everyone except from Kaiji due to her mother hanging herself in front of her and considering a doll to be her child. Also obsessed with being the best pilot.
>And here's Rei who's blank as fuck and is obsessive over your father and harbours no real sense of humanity until it's too late
Gee.

>>33095629
The thing is, all of those bitches be some combination of cray-cray, trippin', and/or triflin'.

>>33095703
>>33095692
Which is why they require a good use of the D

That or getting beaned in the head with the power of friendship

>>33095692

>implying you can't solve all those issues with your dick

Look at this spineless faggot everytone

>>33095703
Yes, they're women. What part of this confuses you?

>>33095692
>>33095703
Evangelion is just the Japanese version of it's always sunny in Philadelphia

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>>33095629
This image gets me so fucking angry every time I see it.

10/10

>>33095629
>Sup son
He says after making his mother disappear and leaving his child for a good 80% of his life, which inspired a severe hatred for his guts.
>Pilot this giant robot
Which incidentally is the only reason I want you here, not because you're my son or anything you're just the only one who can pilot it, and even then we can just use Rei.
Oh, and it also transfers any pain you feel over from fighting these absurdly impossible super-monsters than invade like every week. It's also alive and contains the soul of your mother.
I don't even need to go into the girls part of the rest of this image

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>>33095692
>>33095703
Pussy be pussy anon, and you don't look a gift fuck in the eye.

>>33095779
pfft.

>>33095744
>>33095743
Then you look at Shinji.
And he's a bundle of even worse shit, who is also incidentally a virgin and has had a terrible history with girls.
Maybe throwing him into the deep end won't be the best idea

>>33095775
I'm pretty sure this is a poster warning of stranger danger

holy shit

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>>33095775
>>33095777
Don't take things so seriously. The comic was a joke, Gendo is a horrible father.

>>33095777
To be fair, the author of the script was writing it in heavy depression after a break-up (divorce?).

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>>33095239
>Ask Shinji what to do. If it's lame, cheeseburger, and then shooting.

“So. The world's your oyster, I'm your fairy godmother, and I've got an unlimited funds expense card from NERV. What do you wanna do, Shinji? Second Impact can only be so interesting for a topic of study.”

“W-well, there's a music museum in Tokyo-2 called the Michio Miyagi Memorial Hall I've wanted to see...”

“DONE,” you scream. “Fucking sold to the kid in the car, one trip to Tokyo-2! And for dinner, we're having BURGERS.” You take the nearest exit ramp for Tokyo-2, ignore every traffic law in the book, and subtly slide the HK-417 in the back of the car to the floor, so Ikari'll forget it's there.

“Tell me 'bout yourself, mate. 's an hour's drive at the rate we're going, and I'm curious about the kid that kicks so much Angel ass he doesn't even bother going to the debriefing.”

“W-well, I l-like the cello.”

“Oh? I'm partial to the fiddle, myself, but I can't carry a tune in a bucket to save my life.”

>>33095815
Well Anon we have two ways to go about making Shinji relax a bit and get good.

>Take it serious as the setting demands it and be constantly bemoaning the fact that our world if fucked and will continue to be fucked as Angles make their way down to Earth to fuck our shit

OR

>Fuck the Angles, Fuck God and Fuck the assholes wanting to make us all into Tang and propel Humanity into the starts and say fuck you to the rest of the shit wanting to ruin the world for us

>>33095904
“Have you heard some of the Japanese video game composers using fiddles? They're really amazing, what they can do.”

“I have not,” you declare, confident Ikari knows what he's talking about.

“Yeah!” You spend the next thirty minutes listening him to talk about music, and while you're passingly interested in it yourself, he's surprisingly knowledgeable, and can confidently hear the differences between Bach and Beethoven, which always escaped you.

Finally, he asks the dreaded question. “So, tell me about you, Cryan-sama.”

“-san, if you must, Ikari-kun. But, what would you like to know?”

“What's an Irishman doing in Japan, working for NERV?”

[]”Well, uh, you see, I was laid up in a hospital bed in Cairo after the mercenary outfit I was working with left me for dead, and NERV approached me....”
[]”A series of convoluted, often-times deadly, and always dangerous events that you have no desire whatsoever of knowing about and oh look, is that a girl?”
[]Write-in.

Sorry about that, minor connection issues for a minute.

Rolled 9 + 3

>>33095924
I was more thinking Kaiji + Kaworu, without the homolust and just keeping it more active than for 1 episode

>>33095950
>[X]”A series of convoluted, often-times deadly, and always dangerous events that you have no desire whatsoever of knowing about and oh look, is that a girl?”

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>>33095862
Anno was depressed at being a 25 year old kissless otaku virgin.