Golden Boy. Think about it... especially the "bike race..."
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

"with too much time on [his] hands."
Okay, we've seen that Belldandy is much less gullible and liable to put up with less sh*t (profanity neutered for the little kiddies out there) from people than manga/anime Bell (though Bell was quite capable of pulling out the ol' lightning bolt whenever Urd went too far back in the early manga, but that's because they're family)--more stern mommy making everyone play nice with the ol' gimlet eye than the sweet naif who wins over others with the power of extreme repression like unto Julie Andrews in the first hour of The Sound of Music (Do, a deer, a female deer made for dying in the beginning of a disney movie, traumatizing generation after generation).
I wonder where this came from? Mr. Bob? Did you have to try to adapt your own views on the characters (beyond the whole overgod, undergod aspect thing) to Mr. Chris's or were you guys sympatico? Mr. Chris? Did your views on the personalities on the characters change during the course of the writing of the last few chapters of your fic and the beginning of this one?
Ooh, another thing. I wonder if this AMG-verse exists in the same -verse as You're Under Arrest. I remember at least one AMG-SI had them in the same verse (Brett Handy's, I think) but not if Mr. Chris had done so as well. You probably won't have a YUA cameo here, since it'd probably be one too many crossover too many.
. . . Still . . . *sigh* Don't you want to see a three-way motorcycle race between Keiichi, Doug, and Natsumi? Huh? Don't ya? Aaaaaa, buttons.
Oh, speaking of crossovers. We know that in God's Toy, Mr. Chris crosses over with lots of other -verses. Wouldn't it be funny if Mr. Chris "leaps" (heheheheheh) into one world, only to find Doug there in the exact opposite situation of before? HIGH-larious! Or maybe they could compare notes or something.
-murmur
(and it's ticking away, ticking away from me. [too much time on my hands] it's t-t-t-ticking away [too much time on my hands] Now I don't know what to do [too much time on my hands.])
GUITAR SOLO!
. . . jesus, no wonder i like it here and UF. who else would share my love of 70s rock?

I said "Go if you wanna go
Stay if you wanna stay"
I didn't care if you hung around me
I didn't care if you went away
And I know you were never right
I'll admit I was never wrong
I could never make up my mind
I made it up as I went along
And though I treated you like a child
I'm gonna miss you for the rest of my life
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
I never had any time
And I never had any call
But I went out of my way just to hurt you
The one I shouldn't hurt at all
I thought I was being cool
Yeah, I thought I was being strong
But it's always the same old story
You never know what you've got 'til it's gone
If I ever catch up with you
I'm gonna love you for the rest of your life
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
And if I ever catch up with you
I'm gonna love you for the rest of your life
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
All I need is a miracle, all I need is you
-- Mike And The Mechanics, All I Need Is A Miracle
(Don't read too much into this. I just happened to hear it the other day and said, yeah, why not? -- Bob)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

As Bob knows, and I've hinted around, I'm quite sick. I'm at about 50% right now.
Unfortunately, this means I'm not writing much.
Just letting people know.--
Christopher Angel, aka JPublic
The Works of Christopher Angel

...can be found Here:
www.evaotaku.com/html/rcb.html
or here:
www.magisus.com/eva/redcross1.html-- Bob
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Chaos isn't really chaos if it isn't Lawful part of the time.

What year did Doug arrive at Buckaroo Banzai's dimension?
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Into terror!,  Into valour!
Charge ahead! No! Never turn
Yes, it's into the fire we fly
And the devil will burn!
- Scarlett Pimpernell

I mentioned this over in the Website area, but just for redundancy's sake, let me note that I posted a revised DW FAQ page late yesterday; the only change is the addition of the question "Was the climax of DW2 inspired by the movie "Unbreakable"?"-- Bob
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Chaos isn't really chaos if it isn't Lawful part of the time.

Zappin' it to ya
The pressure's everywhere
Goin' right through ya
The fever's in the air
Oh yeah, it's there!
Don't underestimate the power
Of a lifetime ahead
Electric youth
Feel the power, you see the energy
Comin' up
Coming on strong
The future only belongs
To the future itself
And the future is
Electric youth
It's true you can't fight it
Live by it
The next generation...
It's electric
We've got the most time
To make the world go round
Oh, can you spare a dime?
Place your bet on our sound
Come back to town
Don't lose sight of potential mastermind
Remember when you were young
Electric youth
Feel the power, you see the energy
Comin' up
Coming on strong
The future only belongs
In the hands of itself
And the future is
Electric youth
It's true you can't fight it
Live by it
The next generation...
It's electric
We do what comes naturally (naturally!)
You see now
Wait for the possibility
Don't you see a strong resemblance
To yourself? (oh...)
Don't you think what we say is important?
Whatever it may be...
The fun is gonna start with me
'Cause I'm bringing it back...
Electric youth
Feel the power, you see the energy
Comin' up
Coming on strong
The future only belongs
To the future itself
And the future is
Electric youth
It's true you can't fight it
Live by it
The next generation...
It's electrifying
Electric youth
Feel the power, you see the energy
Comin' up
Coming on strong
The future only belongs
In the hands of itself
And the future is
Electric youth
It's true you can't fight it
Live by it
The next generation...
It's electric, it's electric, it's electric
Electric youth
Feel the power, you see the energy
Comin' up
Coming on strong
The future only belongs
To the future itself
And the future is
Electric youth
It's true you can't fight it
Live by it
The next generation...
Inflation
Flirtation
Relaxation
Elation
Generation of
An electric youth!

-- Debbie Gibson, Electric Youth
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

If I recall correctly, there was one put forward at one time, but for the life of me I can't remember where... chalk it up to the ephemera of the web.
I do know that Israfel (the twin angel) took place in August 2015, although the calendar shown was from 1995.
Most people say that EVA starts after Shinji's 14th birthday, which was June 6, 2015.
Most of the in-series timeline winds up hinging on the date of Israfel, since the eternal summer of post-Second Impact earth plays merry havoc with normal time cues. There is however a timeline for events in general, starting in 1999 in "The Red Cross Book," one of the deluxe goodies given to the first few thousand viewers of the movie...
Also, apparently Anno had intentionally made it difficult to get all fanboy precise about the chronology of EVA, by removing most of the time markers. There was supposed to be a birthday party for Shinji during episode four that was excised for that very reason.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

I wish I could say I have an Art, but I don't. I never trainedin any kind of combat, really, not before I joined the Warriors.I was a street fighter during the year or so when I was a memberof that Soho gang, but that was unsophisticated brawling; I wasfast, I was lucky and I had my field, and that was pretty muchall I needed, or so I thought.After I joined the Warriors, though, I discovered that I neededmuch, much more that that. Fortunately, I managed to pick it upas I went along; near-constant mortal peril is a tremendousincentive for learning. But I didn't really study any particularstyle. Instead, I had a collection of moves and tactics I'dcopied from the fighters I'd sparred with or gone up against inlive combat, strung together once again with my speed and luck.Over the years I'd more or less hammered them together into afunctional mass that didn't really have a name. If I had to callit anything, I'd call it "kludge-fu" -- just like its electronicand mechanical counterparts it was (as Jackson Granholme had putit so many years ago) "an ill-assorted collection of poorlymatching parts, forming a distressing whole."Fortunately, it was distressing far more often to my opponentsthan to me, but that didn't mean I didn't have to work on it.Years of practice -- especially the twenty-plus months I'd spenttraining under and with Alberich -- had smoothed it into acoherent whole, but there was still always room for improvement.Hence my morning workouts, where I endeavored to find more waysto fit together the various pieces stolen from all thosedifferent styles.Obviously, I didn't know the original names for most of the movesand combos, so I'd long ago begun making up my own. Which washow it came to be that I was flowing smoothly from "Rabbit FlirtsWith Hunter" through "Overhand Pie Smash" to "Yappy Dog Bounces".I was working on a transition into the more advanced "Wait ForMe, Bay-bee!" when I heard a little intake of breath behind me.I spun and dropped into a crouch ("Cossack Dancer Stumbles"),only to see nothing more than the tail end of a long lock ofblack hair whip by the door post and vanish out of sight.*Skuld? But why...* Then I shrugged to myself -- what man canunderstand the ineffable whims of the gods, right? -- and wentback to my katas. "Cossack Dancer Stumbles" to "Duck Looks ForBeak" to "I Woulda Baked A Cake" to "Ooh, Wiseguy, Eh?", and fromthere into a long-familiar series of moves that had ceased tohave individual names any more, and which set me to bouncing offthe walls. Literally."Good morning, Doug."The door was in my peripheral vision this time, so the appearanceof another female figure there wasn't a surprise. I let afollow-through carry me via a tumble into a rest position, thenbowed to her. "Good morning, Belldandy."With a smile, she returned the bow. "Breakfast will be readyshortly, if you'd like to join us."I smiled back at her as I straightened up. "Yes, thank you, Iwould."-- Bob
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Chaos isn't really chaos if it isn't Lawful part of the time.