soul_campaign | Decimotercera ⚜ Roda [March 13th, afternoon; video]

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Decimotercera ⚜ Roda [March 13th, afternoon; video]

[Today finds Fabiola perched somewhere high, and taking a well-deserved day off from her usual activities. She raises the hand holding a thermos- coffee, because she considers herself too mature a girl for something like hot chocolate- to the camera, and then takes a sip of her coffee, preparing herself to speak. She's not as long-winded as usual today, though perhaps it's for the best, considering what she wants to ask.]

I know a lot of people have left lately, and I know some of those here are better at handling it than others. So in the interest of helping those that do not take it as well as others...

[She shifts idly, peering over her hands at the ground below and scooting backward just a little.]

How do you make yourselves feel better, Death City? What do you do in order to keep pushing forward?

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I understand that. I enjoy high places myself.

[would it be weird to ask? ah, screw it.]

Would you mind if I joined you? I would like to feel the wind.

[Oh company! She is so pleased, and it's obvious when she responds.]

By all means, please! Not very many people here take to being much higher than their apartments require, it seems.

Which building is it, exactly? It is hard to tell when the only background is the sky.

Oh yes, I am sorry!

[She types in an address, and some directions, to be certain he finds it.]

There we are! I should be rather easy to find, overall.

Then I will see you soon. [and he cuts the feed, already moving towards the specified location.]

((ooc: to action? (´･ω･`) ))

Of course- I will be waiting.

[She wonders if, perhaps, she has time to try and find another cup to share her coffee with him.]

((ooc: certainly! c: ))

[after all his exploring he is getting fairly used to the city's layout, so it does not take him long to find the building, and then only slightly longer to climb its stairs.

but eventually, you get a thin albino kid approaching you from behind, head canting slightly as he confirms for himself that this is indeed the girl who had spoken with him on his first post.]

Miss Iglesias?

[She wouldn't have noticed if not for the shutting of the door behind him, and she half-turns from her perch to look at him. He's younger than she'd expected, though to be fair, she's never really quite sure what age to place some people in the city.]

Kaworu, I take it?

You are correct. [most people seem a bit thrown by the disconnect between his age and apparent maturity, and it doesn't make it any easier to pin him down that he's just sort of a weirdo in general.

speaking of which, he's taking a seat beside you unasked, just a tad closer than typical personal boundaries call for but not overly so. he doesn't want to be too mean to someone that was so pleasant to talk to, after all.]

You found a lovely spot. The breeze is lively up here.

Nice to finally meet you.

[Fabiola's age always seems to throw people for a loop- a side-effect of growing up in difficult circumstances and taking it upon herself to be responsible. She smiles as he sits, and even if she notes how close he's sitting, she doesn't say anything about it. She's got really awkward friends in both worlds, honestly.]

I rather like it- though I have yet to convince anyone else to come up this high with me.

[he might have had something to say about his age if not for the average age of eva pilots in general. very little is surprising after hearing some of those stories.]

It is a shame. Too many people cling to what is familiar and safe and as a result miss out on the strange and beautiful.

[She leans back on her hands a little, and peers out over the city with a smile, shrugging a little.]

It really is. What is the point of living life if you are not going to try to enjoy it as much as you can?

[Especially when you're born into circumstances that make that harder than normal.]

[he smiles serenely at that answer, and for a minute or so falls quiet, simply enjoying the view and the sunlight and the wind.

eventually, however, he feels the need to break the peace.]

I believe I owe you an answer, Miss Iglesias.

I would not say that you 'owe' me anything.

[She looks at him askance, shoulders rising in another idle shrug, heels tapping out an idle beat against the side of the building.]

But if you would like to answer me now, I will not object.

I did promise. [well, he said maybe. but she was polite enough that he figured she deserved it.

it's an awkward thing to say though, especially given all the apparent disparity in the meanings of the word in different worlds. and the fact that the only other person he'd told so far had immediately brought up that he killed angels in his home world. awkward.

he's quiet for a moment more, hands folded in his lap considerately, before he continued cautiously.]

It is not quite the same as what you likely imagine, given our past conversation, but in my world I am called an Angel.

Promises are broken almost as often as they are kept.

[She remembers the conversation very well, and knows there wasn't really a promise to be broken. But she also knows better than to mention things like that to people- well, most of the time, at least. Instead she just turns toward him a little and listens- and her brows promptly fly upward as he gives her an answer.]

An Angel? But if not the sort I imagine, then what sort?

[well. um.]

The sort that was meant to end humanity as we know it in my world.

[She doesn't say anything for a moment, and then raises an eyebrow slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.]

Well. Better death by Angels than by Plagues, I suppose.

That is one way to look at it in a positive light. [he smiles slightly, a bit of tension easing from his shoulders.] Were plagues a problem in your world, then?

[She's glad to see some of the tension dissipate- it's more or less what she was going for, really.]

Not particularly, but generally whenever divine punishment is meted out, it tends to be very unpleasant. At least with Angels involved it would probably be less so.

[Or so she hopes. How little she knows.]

The first Angel-related incident in my world instantly wiped out about a third of the human population, and many more were killed in the aftermath due to war, flooding, and starvation.

[he sincerely hopes your idea of "less unpleasant" here is very off, otherwise that is a really bad sign.]

[...welp.

Give her a moment to process that, and then watch as she kind of leans in, looking up at him as if trying to ascertain if he's being serious or not. When she realizes that he is, her expression drops and she sighs, raising a hand to rub at the bridge of her nose.]

I can only hope, then, that the rest of the Angels did not take that as a standard to surpass.

[he sort of glances away at that, and immediately he's stuck by what a very human reaction to guilt that was. it doesn't quite make him meet her eyes though.]

Success would have meant the end of the rest of humanity, so I suppose we did. Luckily for the world, none of us succeeded.

[The reaction isn't lost on Fabiola, who blinks and peers at him curiously again. What an interesting person, this Kaworu Nagisa.]

...did you not want your kind to succeed?

[wow how does he even put this]

...My siblings took a variety of forms in their attempts, most of them huge and monstrous. I was always the strange one, however, so I thought it better to take a human form and trick my way in. I came closer than any of the others, too. I always thought it a shame when the human race had created so much and could still continue to do so, but I was always intent on completing my mission regardless.

[he's quiet for a long few moments after that. how do you explain how one person could change your mind about everything, make you give up everything? human beings had the ability to feel so much, and with all the talent of all their greatest wordsmiths, he did not think there was an adequate way to describe what he had felt.]

...I did always find humans interesting, but I was only able to freely interact with them in the days before my own attempt. And I met a boy, one of the children charged with defending mankind from the Angels, and he was...wonderfully imperfect.

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