A Very Silly Fanfic Idea (Continued)
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lavanya_sixHere's the start of Chapter 2 of "The Ineffable Crossover".
Let me also mention that I know exactly how I'm going to end this story now. You won't see it coming, trust me, but it'll be awesome. Stupid, but awesome.
When the bodily incarnation of Death appeared before Keel Lorenz, the elderly man felt a traitorous burst of hope in his breast. As always, it was not to be. "What do you want?" he sneered.
I HAVE BEEN DELAYED IN MY DUTIES. ONE OPPOSED ME.
"No man can oppose Death." A thought then occurred to the ancient man. "Ah. Interesting."
IT WAS THE TARTAN-SWADDLED GUARDIAN OF EDEN.
"Aziraphale."
YES.
The ancient, wizened man scowled. The affect was somewhat hampered by the cybernetic visor surgically implanted where his eyes once existed. "You were schooled by a mere Principality?"
HE BARES THE SWORD, THUS HE IS CHERUB ONCE AGAIN. The black-robbed figure stared pacing around Keel's magnificently furnished manor office. NOT THAT SUCH TITLES HOLD RELEVANCE IN MY ERA.
"And yet here you are."
I WILL REAP THE GIRL. YOU WILL SEE.
"Since when have you been one to depend on my opinion?"
The twin sapphire embers under Death's hood gleamed at Keel. YOU ARE UNIQUE. YOU BEAR WITNESS.
"I do a great deal more than sit idly by." Keel lowered his gaze and returned to his study of the ancient document before him. "Not that such things matter to you."
I CANNOT GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT. IT IS NOT WITHIN MY DOMAIN.
"Then leave."
And so Death did.
Keel snorted. "Now he listens to my requests."
=-=-=-3=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Ugh," said Doctor Akagi, slumping in front of the heavy-load lorry's air conditioning vents. She and her fellow passenger had just spent the morning overseeing the clean-up from the previous night's battle. Tokyo-3 was roasting under a cloudless sky. The blonde woman, dressed in a sweat-soaked business blouse and skirt, had draped her white lab coat over her own lap in order to expose the most skin possible to the lorry's blowers. "It's hotter than hell today." She glanced at her co-worker, seated in the passenger-side seat, who was whistling and tapping out with his fingers on the dash a passable rendition of the Velvet Underground's Venus in Furs. "It's disgusting how clean you look."
Captain Anthony J. Crowley, NERV's Director of Operations, shrugged. Despite working all morning in the sun his brow was not so much as damp. "Not my fault you've got a perspiration issue."
"It's almost a hundred degrees in the shade!" she snapped. "And you're wearing a black suit!"
"An Armani is hardly a black suit."
Ritsuko leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the artificially frosted air rushing over her face. "Shinji woke up. He doesn't remember anything."
"Huh." Crowley drummed his fingers for a bit. "So," he said, "I was thinking about getting some Russian twins for Shinji. Blonde ones." He smiled at her. "Everybody loves a blonde."
Let me also mention that I know exactly how I'm going to end this story now. You won't see it coming, trust me, but it'll be awesome. Stupid, but awesome.
When the bodily incarnation of Death appeared before Keel Lorenz, the elderly man felt a traitorous burst of hope in his breast. As always, it was not to be. "What do you want?" he sneered.
I HAVE BEEN DELAYED IN MY DUTIES. ONE OPPOSED ME.
"No man can oppose Death." A thought then occurred to the ancient man. "Ah. Interesting."
IT WAS THE TARTAN-SWADDLED GUARDIAN OF EDEN.
"Aziraphale."
YES.
The ancient, wizened man scowled. The affect was somewhat hampered by the cybernetic visor surgically implanted where his eyes once existed. "You were schooled by a mere Principality?"
HE BARES THE SWORD, THUS HE IS CHERUB ONCE AGAIN. The black-robbed figure stared pacing around Keel's magnificently furnished manor office. NOT THAT SUCH TITLES HOLD RELEVANCE IN MY ERA.
"And yet here you are."
I WILL REAP THE GIRL. YOU WILL SEE.
"Since when have you been one to depend on my opinion?"
The twin sapphire embers under Death's hood gleamed at Keel. YOU ARE UNIQUE. YOU BEAR WITNESS.
"I do a great deal more than sit idly by." Keel lowered his gaze and returned to his study of the ancient document before him. "Not that such things matter to you."
I CANNOT GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT. IT IS NOT WITHIN MY DOMAIN.
"Then leave."
And so Death did.
Keel snorted. "Now he listens to my requests."
=-=-=-3=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Ugh," said Doctor Akagi, slumping in front of the heavy-load lorry's air conditioning vents. She and her fellow passenger had just spent the morning overseeing the clean-up from the previous night's battle. Tokyo-3 was roasting under a cloudless sky. The blonde woman, dressed in a sweat-soaked business blouse and skirt, had draped her white lab coat over her own lap in order to expose the most skin possible to the lorry's blowers. "It's hotter than hell today." She glanced at her co-worker, seated in the passenger-side seat, who was whistling and tapping out with his fingers on the dash a passable rendition of the Velvet Underground's Venus in Furs. "It's disgusting how clean you look."
Captain Anthony J. Crowley, NERV's Director of Operations, shrugged. Despite working all morning in the sun his brow was not so much as damp. "Not my fault you've got a perspiration issue."
"It's almost a hundred degrees in the shade!" she snapped. "And you're wearing a black suit!"
"An Armani is hardly a black suit."
Ritsuko leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the artificially frosted air rushing over her face. "Shinji woke up. He doesn't remember anything."
"Huh." Crowley drummed his fingers for a bit. "So," he said, "I was thinking about getting some Russian twins for Shinji. Blonde ones." He smiled at her. "Everybody loves a blonde."
