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Wondering how Shinji feels about a certain character? Wonder no more! A CR chart lies behind the cut.

( what lies at the end of my dream? )

Current Music: Komm, Susser Tod: End of Evangelion OST

This is a permanent post open for any concrit on how I play Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion. Anon is enabled.

It's been a while since then, but I wanted to thank everyone who helped and asked about Kaworu-kun when he went missing. Seeing how many people care and how much he means to you all was nice . And he's fine, don't worry. So...thank you, again.

[LOCKED TO THE DOCTOR]

Sir? Could we talk, please?

[the room is dark although sunlight is streaming through the window. those good with technology will quickly realize its due to the horrible video quality, but the random spurts of static and constant low-pitched whine will make it more than apparent to others. something big is screwing the stream. 'something big' may be shinji, currently huddled in a corner with his hands over his ears and seeming as if he's in real physical pain or it could be the flashes of words and phrases embedded in the static if one listens closely enough. whatever the case, be cautious.

and expect more than you bargained for.]

((OOC: if you haven't read up on shinji's virus capabilities, do so here, and be sure say what is and is not okay! and by 'flashes of words and phrases', i mean something like this.))

Current Mood: indescribable

For this virus, Shinji will have all the powers of an Angel from his world. Those that would affect your character are:

telepathy
telekinesis
a forcefield of light that can be used offensively and defensively
the ability to access a person's memories, no matter how repressed they are
the ability to influence a person's emotions/reverse empathy

Everything will be extremely new for him and thus, extremely out of control. Please reply to this post letting me know what I can and cannot do, and what memories, if any, Shinji will have access to. Thanks!

There's no grave to visit here. Maybe that's a good thing. Still, it's easier to write than say so everyone can just ignore this, but....

Happy Mother's Day. I promise I will find what I'm looking for. I'll be alright. And thank you, Mother, for everything.

Current Mood: indescribable

[every harem needs a good breakfast to face the day! that's why shinji is up early fixing everyone pancakes. come help, come eat, come fight with other haremettes!

just don't get blood on the floor. that's hard to clean.]

Current Mood: busy

They sold the Countess of Stanlein...it doesn't even exist back at home. Or. It didn't before. It was lost during Second Impact. Nobody knows if it was blown up or just lost or.... My cello teacher ranted about losing so much history for a long time if you let him. I hope whoever gets the Countess now is successful.

And, Mr. de Killer. If you're reading.

Thank you so much.

Current Mood: grateful

It looks like the community translator is fixed. I'm glad. Guessing what people were saying was getting difficult. And the cello's gone just like the note said, but you know, playing for people who care is...really nice. So, um, thank you again for listening.

[fail private to kaworu]

The other night....

Where was that light coming from?

Current Mood: curious

[shinji turns on the camera rather awkwardly due to the large bow in his right hand and the cello in his left.]

だいじょうぶ？

[he sits in playing position by force of habit.]

コミュニティが僕にチェロをくれました。でも、ノートをのこました。。。今日からウィルスを終わるまでチェロを持てます。[a frown] いいですよ。[a bit quieter] いいですよ。

ああ、すみません。人々は僕のひくのが聞いて、それでは、どうぞ。悪い、ごめんください。

[before that though. he picks up a crudely drawn picture of a duck then points to it, the cello, and himself a few times before putting it aside. that should cover the basics. he hesitates for a moment before playing this and this in quick succession. it's good. really good. don't let him tell you different. once finished, he bows his head.]

ありがとうございました。

Talking to yourself from the past and the future is strange. I don't remember being that energetic when I was small. I hardly remember anything before--. Yeah. And he was happy. My future self was happy too. He said that it'll take a long time and things will look bad, but everything works out. I'm not sure if he's right. Lots of things could change before then. I could mess everything up. Still...it's a nice feeling. Hearing that it might be alright from someone who knows.

Um. This might sound strange. Would anyone know where I could borrow a cello? Just for a while.

[shinji faces a tall dark-skinned man whose impassive stare loses none of its intensity through orange tinted glasses. at first, our boy hero looks troubled. then he draws himself up to his full height and says,]

I'm not scared of you anymore. I won't be scared of you ever again. You might not have loved me, but that's okay. I'm going to live for people who do. I'm going to love myself although you couldn't even start liking yourself.

I won't be you!

Current Mood: determined

I'm 15 today. Kaworu-kun shouldn't have got me anything. I don't deserve it.

Birthdays are a bad idea.

[everything is deep orange. faint light streams from overhead--wherever overheard is--piercing some of the darkness, but not much. and although nothing lives in this mass of orange, there is a single whispered voice.

please stay with me

then another.

i try my hardest, but no one loves me as much as i love them

one more.

i will always be alone

then the whispers grow louder, overlap, increase in number until it's a raucous wail of a world overflowing with sadness; millions screaming for someone to care about their lives of desperation with extending onto forever. telling them apart is impossible now. where do they end?

and where do you begin?]

Shinji jerks awake and clutches at his ears as if he's in physical pain. The howls of life continue ringing in his ears.

Current Mood: sick

Thing I've been working on since daemon virus. Takes place during the run-through of his canon so beware of spoilers.

( Decision. Conscious effort in steering one's life in a direction that cannot be undone. )

It brought me back here.

Current Mood: blah

[willow was dead set on coming over. 'to make things better,' she said.

some buried, bitter part of him laughed at that.

being awake wasn't even pain. pain would be preferable because it meant there was still something to care about. no, being awake was nothing. it was all the same. he grew close to someone and then they betrayed him. they left him. they forced him to swim. nothing changed.

and if nothing changed, he should die.

but not even that worked.

he sits at the side of the lake, clothes soaked, eyes blank, and disgusted with himself.]

[the semi-darkness does not hide shinji curled into a ball on his bed. does not hide the SDAT curled in a fist and held onto like a life line. does not hide the state of disrepair of his room.

does not hide his darkened, empty eyes staring at nothing.

his free hand flexes once of its own accord. lifting the arm as if it were made of lead, he holds it up to the light from the city coming through his window. it takes as much effort to lower it, remove his earbuds, sit up, and shuffle out. the sound of running water drifts from another room for nearly fifteen minutes before he returns to lay in his original position.

he repeats the process an hour later.

again.

again.

again.

what little light there is suggests that his hands are turning a nasty shade of raw red from so much washing.

he is in the process of getting up again when the feed finally runs out.]

Current Mood: indescribable

The last thing she ever said to me was that she hated me.

I wonder where she is. They still haven't found Asuka. Misato--the one here on the community--said there wasn't anything we could have done to help her. If I had just ignored Father, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe she could have saved Ayanami and she wouldn't be....

The new pilot for Unit-02 will hate me when we meet tomorrow.

I feel...sad.

But I can't cry.

Why?

Current Mood: drained

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