Post by lunacat16 on Nov 26, 2012 20:54:59 GMT -6
It had already been a few days, and Kaworu Nagisa was still hopelessly lost. There were many possible explanations (read: his excuses) for this occurrence. The first was the fact that Hallowton was still in partial ruins due to what was apparently a bomb. It was sobering to think that even this world suffered the ravages of war, especially this peaceful town. A bomb just seemed so out of place here. Furthermore, it messed up the streets and normal routes. This forced the newcomer to go through the less cut-and-clean paths, which only made him more confused.
The second was the town itself. It was a very big town. It was almost, just almost, like a city. The difference was that instead of being neatly labelled and organized like Tokyo-3 this town seemed to like to do the opposite. Why were old settlements so complicated? Sure, mankind had not developed proper measuring technology, but they could have tried. Then again, it might have just been the buildings. Not only were they tall (he could handle skyscrapers), but they were just so close together. Their dark colors gave out a feeling of enclosure, the mind's typical response to shades of the sort, and they were so...spiky. It was rather intimidating.
Third, he was not a Lilin. When settling blame on the environment seemed a bit unfair, he instead blamed his nature. After all, he did not possess the Fruit of Knowledge like the human race. His body may be in their form, but his soul was that of Adam's. He had never had much difficulty with learning; in fact, he had excelled under his private tutors, but maybe he was just unable to learn certain things. Either that or said tutors were holding him back from "difficult material". Honestly he hoped neither was true, but his mind's refusal to switch from aimless meandering to knowing where in Hallowton he was had become worrying.
Thankfully, he had some assistance. He had found camps, probably for those who needed substitute homes after the bomb, and used their services for the night. It kept him clean, and he had somehow gotten more information on Genesis. It seemed that this world was even more divided as his. At least Earth had fully agreed to stop fighting for the sake of destroying the Angel threat. Here there was talk of Queens and Generals and just so much conflict. Perhaps like any idealist, he longed to help somehow. But all he could do was just help the refugees with simple tasks.
It was enough for him. It was nice to no longer be the last true threat to humanity. No longer was there always a throbbing drive to join with Adam, or the knowledge that his only role was the destruction of the human race. Now he could relax. He could, but that really wasn't going to happen if he couldn't figure out which street led where. He believed he was somewhere near the Main Street of Hallowton, but he really had no idea. He looked up at a sign, which showed addresses that he certainly did not recognize. Strange. He thought that he had been here before.
To make matters worse his stomach felt empty as well. At times like these he resented his human body and it's never-ending need for food and water. He needed sustenance, and he had no idea where to find it. He was a bright white beacon on a dark road, his pale skin contrasting greatly with the dark walls. Evening had come and...right, he had skipped lunch. That must have been why his stomach hurt so much. Given that he was completely lost, he could only hope that he would either stumble across a store or camp, or perhaps some kind soul would take mercy on him.
A loose brick, an aftermath of the disaster, had then decided to take the opportunity to free itself from the confines of the building and fall uncomfortably close to where the Angel was standing. It did not get far, as it struck a pulsating hexagonal barrier, orange at the borders and right in the center where the brick hit, quickly fading out into transparency in other areas, however. The AT Field was at a diagonal, and a slight tilt further to the side made the brick slide off with ease.
"That was certainly close," he said, chuckling as he picked up what could have formerly been a dangerous projectile. The AT Field wasn't always up, or else no one would be able to get close to him at all, and vice versa. It only appeared when there was a threat, or just when he wanted it to. In this case the sound of the brick had caused him to project the field. Besides the audible clang, which could be mistaken for a myriad of other things, he doubted anyone actually saw a pale boy, hands in his pockets, create a powerful force field without any effort. He most certainly doubted it.
The second was the town itself. It was a very big town. It was almost, just almost, like a city. The difference was that instead of being neatly labelled and organized like Tokyo-3 this town seemed to like to do the opposite. Why were old settlements so complicated? Sure, mankind had not developed proper measuring technology, but they could have tried. Then again, it might have just been the buildings. Not only were they tall (he could handle skyscrapers), but they were just so close together. Their dark colors gave out a feeling of enclosure, the mind's typical response to shades of the sort, and they were so...spiky. It was rather intimidating.
Third, he was not a Lilin. When settling blame on the environment seemed a bit unfair, he instead blamed his nature. After all, he did not possess the Fruit of Knowledge like the human race. His body may be in their form, but his soul was that of Adam's. He had never had much difficulty with learning; in fact, he had excelled under his private tutors, but maybe he was just unable to learn certain things. Either that or said tutors were holding him back from "difficult material". Honestly he hoped neither was true, but his mind's refusal to switch from aimless meandering to knowing where in Hallowton he was had become worrying.
Thankfully, he had some assistance. He had found camps, probably for those who needed substitute homes after the bomb, and used their services for the night. It kept him clean, and he had somehow gotten more information on Genesis. It seemed that this world was even more divided as his. At least Earth had fully agreed to stop fighting for the sake of destroying the Angel threat. Here there was talk of Queens and Generals and just so much conflict. Perhaps like any idealist, he longed to help somehow. But all he could do was just help the refugees with simple tasks.
It was enough for him. It was nice to no longer be the last true threat to humanity. No longer was there always a throbbing drive to join with Adam, or the knowledge that his only role was the destruction of the human race. Now he could relax. He could, but that really wasn't going to happen if he couldn't figure out which street led where. He believed he was somewhere near the Main Street of Hallowton, but he really had no idea. He looked up at a sign, which showed addresses that he certainly did not recognize. Strange. He thought that he had been here before.
To make matters worse his stomach felt empty as well. At times like these he resented his human body and it's never-ending need for food and water. He needed sustenance, and he had no idea where to find it. He was a bright white beacon on a dark road, his pale skin contrasting greatly with the dark walls. Evening had come and...right, he had skipped lunch. That must have been why his stomach hurt so much. Given that he was completely lost, he could only hope that he would either stumble across a store or camp, or perhaps some kind soul would take mercy on him.
A loose brick, an aftermath of the disaster, had then decided to take the opportunity to free itself from the confines of the building and fall uncomfortably close to where the Angel was standing. It did not get far, as it struck a pulsating hexagonal barrier, orange at the borders and right in the center where the brick hit, quickly fading out into transparency in other areas, however. The AT Field was at a diagonal, and a slight tilt further to the side made the brick slide off with ease.
"That was certainly close," he said, chuckling as he picked up what could have formerly been a dangerous projectile. The AT Field wasn't always up, or else no one would be able to get close to him at all, and vice versa. It only appeared when there was a threat, or just when he wanted it to. In this case the sound of the brick had caused him to project the field. Besides the audible clang, which could be mistaken for a myriad of other things, he doubted anyone actually saw a pale boy, hands in his pockets, create a powerful force field without any effort. He most certainly doubted it.
