Phantasos

[It's an odd experience - one minute you're being crushed to death by a giant EVA hand, and the next you're in a strange city without a scratch or an injury. After a good deal of wandering, Kaworu quickly realizes that he doesn't know this part of Tokyo-3 - if he's still in Tokyo-3 at all - and that he's very much alive. What happened?

Well, he can worry about that later. For now, he's seated outside of a coffee shop with a quickly cooling cup of coffee beside him. It's bitter, and he doesn't remember that you're supposed to add anything to make it more palatable, so he's given up on it for now in favour of people-watching.

Not many people, though. What weird kind of city is this? It's in good repair, but barely anyone is here. Without thinking, he takes another sip of his coffee, then pulls a face and sets it down again; it's even worse when it's cold.]

((ooc: testing out a memoryless Kaworu in advance of an app. that means no memories of Marina or any of the DRs! Have at him.))

[ There's grass. Green grass. And trees. And flowers. Right smack in the middle of one big, unfamiliar city.

The gently sloping landscape of what to anyone else might appear to be a completely average city park lies in front of him, and Cloud is currently staring out at it with the Most Serious Expression, as if it's some kind of optical illusion he hasn't quite yet figured out. He's been doing his best up til this point not to look too much like the totally lost tourist he really is, in this place, but now that too sincere facade might finally be done for.

The eerily clean, bright city itself is one thing -- no destruction, no debris, no slums (no hint of any seedy underbelly at all), and not even one passing whiff of Shinra's propaganda -- but this? Is downright surreal. With the sound of birds singing in the trees and skyscrapers on every horizon, it's almost... ]

(...Peaceful.)

[ Shouldering the massive sword strapped to his back a little higher, he sets out on the path that cuts directly through the park. Though he hasn't lost sight of his priorities (first finding everybody else, and only second figuring out where they've ended up), it can't hurt to search while sightseeing. Somehow, it's hard to imagine that any of them are in a great deal of danger, here. ]

My legend began in the twelfth century.

I woke up in the morning, feeling not dissimilar to Sean Combs. I picked up my spectacles and went outside to go greet the open city. Before I left I brushed my teeth with a rather unsavoury beverage named for a man called Daniels, since I would not be returning that day.

[Who is he talking to?

Why, he's talking to you, of course!

If the cane hovering dangerously close to your chin wasn't enough of an indicator.]

[He's sitting on the roof of an apartment building, legs dangling over the edge, and looking out over the strange city. It reminds him of the prison in some ways - trapped in an odd city, unable to get out - but at least there were people in Marina. Showing up here is always so dull until someone appears.

At least his powers are in full effect here; he changes his surroundings with his AT Field, just to prove that he can, then lets the image fade and glances around the city again. What's the point with no one here to shock? He'd almost say he missed some of the people there, if he were capable of it.

With a sigh, he stands up in midair and slowly walks back down to the ground as if on an invisible staircase. Anyone around to watch? It might be good for a little surprise.]

((just playing around until apps are accepted. loud muse is loud. someone come entertain kaworu and i?))

[Shinji's rubbing his head and looking down at the splattered mess of dropped eggs and scattered vegetables on the sidewalk floor. He pokes his shoe around and draws back with a grimace.]

[Sighs....] Great.

[Snow. When was the last time he saw snow? When was the last time the air had this bite, or lacked the song of the cicadas permeating every breeze?

He wanders slowly through a park that must have been lush and green before the snowfall, hands behind his back, apparently unfazed by the flakes drifting to rest in his steely grey hair. He looks deeply thoughtful, but also oddly at peace.]

[He's irritated. It's unusual for him, and that only redoubles his irritation, causing him to pace the length of the street he's on impatiently.

He's been waiting for three days, and already it feels like forever. He didn't realize until recently that he'd been expecting Shinji to return, almost waiting for it, and now it's starting to sink in that Shinji could never show up at the prison. He could just go on playing at Angel slayer with this fake Kaworu who won't kill himself and won't unite with Adam and the real Kaworu could never see him again.

And that should not bother him. So why does it? Why are these feelings lingering now that the focus of them is gone? What is he supposed to do with these stray feelings that were never meant to be his?

Up the street and down again. Up the street and down again. Being in this empty city again isn't helping at all.

((ooc: violence within! as a heads-up, kaworu will be getting some massively non-canonical Angelic abilities in order to facilitate an epic fight thread. we were in a mood. don't mind us.))

[there's a quick, hurried click clack of heels on the pavement.]

[heading straight towards you.]

[if you're not quick enough, then a girl with dark pink hair, who's clearly not looking at where she's going, will barrel into you.]

[There's an Angel wandering around the unfamiliar terrain, a politely puzzled expression on his face. Tokyo-3 was destroyed by Unit 01's explosion, but even before, it didn't look like this. Has he been sent somewhere new? He can't fulfill his mission away from Central Dogma, so that doesn't make sense, but he can't think of why else he'd suddenly be in a strange town that looks decidedly unpopulated. Trust SEELE not to tell him about the relocation, heh.]

You're so tempermental, Old Men. What have you done with me now?

[His voice is mild, almost amused. Hands in the pockets of his school uniform, he keeps wandering. Surely he's got to find someone soon.]

((ooc: anyone who wants a non-sexy encounter with the angel, line up here! as before, this is MANGA Kaworu, so expect some differences from the anime version. impatient mun needs a way to distract herself from waiting for Marina apps to open =D))

[ Asuka twirls a piece of spaghetti with her fork and stares at it before letting it slip back off the tines and onto the plate. She's not even that hungry. And the food here is crummy. ]

[ She leans forward and rests her chin on her hands. ]

Stupid.

[ Annddd she's stabbing a meatball and flinging it across the table in boredom. ]

((ooc: voice-testing! feel free to get hit by the meatball. or just dodge and glare at her anyway?))