Misato Katsuragi 4 hours ago
@misatoYou are too much the artiste, Herr Case. Ratz grunted; the sound served him as laughter. He scratched his overhang of white-shirted belly with the pink claw. You are the artiste of the slightly funny deal. Sure, Case said, and sipped his beer.
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Rei Ayanami @ayanami 4 hours ago Too many people owe him now, Case. Maybe you get to be the example. You seriously better watch it. Sure. How about you, Linda?
Rei Ayanami @ayanami 4 hours ago All the meat, he thought, and all it wants. Wage, she said, narrowing her eyes. He wants to see you with a hole in your face. She lit her own cigarette. Who says?
Gendo Ikari @gendo 4 hours ago By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky. Two blocks west of the Chat, in a teashop called the Jarre de The, Case washed down the night's first pill with a double espresso.
Shinji Ikari @shinji 4 hours ago He no longer carried a weapon, no longer took the basic precautions. He ran the fastest, loosest deals on the street, and he had a reputation for being able to get whatever you wanted. A part of him knew that the arc of his self-destruction was glaringly obvious to his customers, who grew steadily fewer, but that same part of him basked in the knowledge that it was only a matter of time.