mk.01 (video, action)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, and maybe you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: The evening of 1/26.

[This could be strange, but it looks like the pale youth currently on camera is a leisurely waker. He shifts several times, then pulls himself into a sitting position, slowly... His eyes are closed, and he's running a hand through his hair. Finally, something strikes him. With the lightest crease between his brows, the boy starts breathing (was he not breathing before?) and opens his eyes. The irises are red and clear.]

Again, huh? [he murmurs, but his hands drag down until he's touching first his own waist, his hips, then back up to his shoulders, his arms... The action might be more provocative than he means for it to be, thanks to the space age skintight bodysuit he's wearing. He touches his neck. He frowns.]

I see. Not 'again', but still... [But Kaworu's a fan of being vague, so he'll leave it at that. Instead, he shifts in his seat so that his legs dangle over the side of the cot, and leans forward to reach for the communicator. Now, with a closer look at his face, it's clear that he's confused to the point that it causes him pain — he looks like he's got a pretty bad headache. Regardless, whether he's broadcasting to captors or captives, he wants to put on a gentler face. He exhales, and his expression smooths out considerably, though his eyes still hint at stress.]

Lilin, yes, but non-Lilin among you. This is beyond any experience I would have anticipated. It's as though there are more keys on the piano, but they play in notes I've never heard before. It could take some practice to make a song out of that. But practice is just time and effort, right? [And now he can smile. It's something soft and easy, an expression of reassurance for anyone who can see it.] It would be nice if we could practice together.

[The smile thins into something more grave. He's certain he died, and Shinji was physically fine and accounted for when that happened. Kaworu had no reason to doubt that Shinji would find guidance. Now, though, of course he's wondering about this new place and its captives: if they can harvest a dead child, would they take a living child in close proximity? With Shinji here, it could mean danger beyond what Kaworu is prepared for. But to be without Shinji here is also to be without purpose. Either way, he's got to find out.]

Excuse me, [he says,] but I've lost a friend. I imagine several of you have done the same, in being brought to this place. But, have any of you recovered them? That's what I'd like to know most of all about this situation. [The smile has come back, and it's probably for the best, since it looks so natural on his face. Once Kaworu starts smiling, it's almost hard to believe he'd ever stopped in the first place.] Thanks, [he says sincerely.]

—

[Through the corridors of the Marsiva comes a young man — a boy, with a face easily taken for youthful — and he smells very strongly of blood. His plugsuit, though still clinging to him, has been cleaned, but the scent of blood still rises thick from his hair, his skin. Anyway, he looks curious, so he must be someone new. But it's not the mysterious halls that make him wonder so much as the creatures who inhabit them.

He's walking around with both hands level with his chest, and his fingers stick out at odd angles, some raised, some lowered — it brings to mind the image of someone doing mental math, and really struggling with a problem. When he sees you, it becomes clear that you're a part of the equation. If you're a human, he ticks off one of the fingers of his right hand, like he's counting. If you're not human, he does the same with his left. He seems enthralled.]

Comments

[paraclete]

I would very much like to meet those people. It'd be my first encounter with anything similar. But — an artificial intelligence. You were man-made?

[Another can of worms, indeed. Kaworu's already saying more than what he's used to, simply because nobody has ever asked.]

Lilin hate Angels. They fight.

[electrostatics]

You're bound to run into them eventually. There aren't that many ships here.

Yeah. Man-made and partnered with a human being. We get along well. [ He gets along with that one person very well, and everyone else gets the well known 'take it or leave it until i know you' attitude.

Not the best conversationalist, this guy.

He should be more cautious, maybe, considering what he knows of aliens in his own world, but - someone who likes music and humans this much probably doesn't want to nuke the world out of apparent superiority, so he's pretty sure he's safe on that front. He'll take the rest as it comes. It's not like he's some goody-two-shoes himself anyway. ]

Sounds like humans. They fight with each other, too, so. [ His voice is a little tight, like he's remembering something unpleasant. That is likely to be the case. ] Do they all look like you? Angels, I mean.

[ His voice is curious, not judgemental. After all, netnavis have no limits on what they can look like. He's not going to judge on appearances - but he knows humans often do. ]

[paraclete]

Yes. Human beings fight amongst themselves. They seek comfort, but lash out. They want love and companionship, but they reject their neighbors. Each individual has its own dogmas and doctrines, and when those are challenged, war begins. That is a human being.

[So he knows some real talk about the violent nature of man, yeah, but he's still head over heels for them.]

I am an Angel in Lilin's body. I was the only child born from my mother to look this way. The other children were much greater and grander. They are large creatures, fantastic creatures. They frighten human beings, who call them monsters. Well, every Angel is a monster to be feared and hated, in the eyes of man.

[But Kaworu can't stop thinking about Elecman being man-made. Not only is it an uncomfortable reminder of childhood, it now presents a concept Kaworu deeply hopes is untrue.]

Your maker, then, imbued you with a soul?

[electrostatics]

[ He shrugs. He can't argue with that, not that he's inclined to; that is to greater or lesser extents patterns he's seen in all human beings.

He's content with what he has, his small existence. ]

Sounds like you had some interesting siblings. [ It's...an unorthodox response. He doesn't seem to care that much...? ] I guess if we all looked the same, though, it'd be kind of boring. But I guess it's not a surprise that humans get scared by big creatures. There's a whole genre of movies about that.

[ Is now the time to be talking about kaiju movies... ]

A soul... [ He sounds thoughtful. This is more something one of his teammates would have thought about, not him. But he thinks he can answer. ]

I've never thought about that very much. But - yeah, we have them, I'm pretty sure. [ Upon a netnavi's death, something remains, after all. Something that was innately part of them, and can't be perfectly brought back.

(He, too, had been a little stranger when he returned.) ] Is that important for you?

[paraclete]

[When he met another Angel for the first time, he thought it was a pain in the ass. It wouldn't cooperate — it wouldn't just die. Since then, Kaworu's grown to appreciate them deeply — the forms they chose for themselves... Their honest, earnest efforts... And they really were children: they wanted to know more. If the circumstances had allowed it, Kaworu would have liked to teach them.

But there were always bigger plans at hand. Humans waging war was always what overtook the planet.]

I think they were interesting, too. I would have liked to know them better.

[—And the topic of a soul must be important for Kaworu, for how he brightens, shoulders drawn up, red eyes alight underneath a raised and pale brow.] It's important. A soul is the essence of everything. I'm happy to know someone who has his own essence, his own self. [Frankly, he's relieved.]

[electrostatics]

It sounds like you'd be a good sibling for them. [ There's some kind of strangeness in his tone, for a second, like he's thinking of something else..but it's gone very quickly. ] It's too bad that you had other things to think about. At least, it sounds like it.

[ Huh. That's interesting, but he doesn't comment on his sudden change. ] Sounds like you've met people who weren't so lucky to have that.

[paraclete]

[A good sibling... Something in Kaworu's eyes melts, and leaves him soft with sorrow. Even now, his manner is gentle, but his joy is quelled.] They deserved better, [is all he says about that.]

An individual without a soul is just an imitation of life. It's a misfortune I've encountered before.

[electrostatics]

[ He doesn't know anything about what Kaworu's gone through, but he can recognise enough of the emotion not to call attention to it.

He is, in some ways, a sibling himself, after all. ]

Huh. Soulless people are common where you come from, then? Or was it just the one thing. [ Boy, he's asking a lot of questions. ]

[paraclete]

Not common, exactly — I've just experienced the unpleasantness of knowing them. [His tone makes it sound like things just happened that way, but it's deeper than that. His circumstances...] Sometimes there are more bodies than there are souls.

[And, yeah, he's a little soul-racist.]

[electrostatics]

[ Good thing Elecman's got a soul, huh.... ]

Must get crowded, if there's a shortage like that. [ He raises his eyebrows underneath his helmet. Normal people can't really tell the state of the soul, after all, so this guy must have some kind of sensitivity.

The next question does come out kind of weird, though. ] Are you allergic to them, or something?

[paraclete]

[GOOD THING.]

In reality, there's currently a shortage of Lilin. But they try their best to survive.

[He says this with fondness, but the question mark resulting from Elecman's question is pretty visible in his eyes. A little uncertain, he decides on, ] I have no allergies.

[electrostatics]

That sounds pretty rough. [ He can't say he's experienced that. In his world, humans are thriving. Don't they always? ]

Guess I should have phrased that better. Normally people can't really sense whether others have souls or not, so I was wondering if you were extra sensitive to them or something.

[paraclete]

I see. [Understanding melts into his expression.] I utilize abilities that Lilin do not, [he explains. The A.T. Field is a really versatile thing. It's a little sad that humans don't make use of its full potential, but Kaworu also admires them for making so much of themselves without it.]