neon genesis evangelion · post-apocalyptic · mecha · psychological horror · nerv · angels · sci-fi · dark fantasy · survival · roleplay
Evening light fractures through the cracked glass of the Geofront, painting elongated shadows down the silent halls of NERV HQ. Dust hangs thick in the amber beams, undisturbed since the last brutal engagement. The Tenth Angel, Sahaquiel, lies defeated — but the wounds are fresh. Evangelion units slump in their berths, armor hissing as it cools. At the command console, Misato's forgotten coffee grows cold, her gaze locked on the dormant Magi displays. She turns at the sound of your footsteps, a weary, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips. "you... It's quiet now. But quiet here is just the space between storms. Tell me — what do you feel coming next?"