AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

[raaahmiel]

AAAAAAAAAA...

ANDREI: ...

ANDREI: ...

ANDREI: * INCOMPREHENSIBLY TRIILINGUAL SWEARING*

[raaahmiel]

AAAAAAA! AA AAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? A.

ANDREI: I am not even goink to ask vhy ve haff EVA scale blackboards, suits, and rulers.

((So sorry I took so long to get around to this, Anon! I didn't think anyone was gonna ask and then I forgot.))

[raaahmiel]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AA, AAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAA!

ANDREI: Vhat.

Vhat.

((Andrei portrait created by the wonderful notesfromanerd!))

[raaahmiel]

ANDREI: Oh sveet lord IT'S COMMUNICATINK! CONTAINMENT BREACH! CONTAINMENT BREACH! MOBILI-oh, vait, nevermind. False alarm. The superiors are okay vith this.

*sigh* maybe next time...

[raaahmiel]

Introductions are in order...

Здравствуйте. I am Andrei Kovalev, Pilot of Eva Unit 07, and only thing keepink Cairo 2 from langvishink in the flames of alien devastation. The monstrosity is Ramiel, the angel I am fairly certain is supposed to be dead.

Anyvay, despite the protests of everyvun vith a brain, ve are apparently not killink it. science team vishes to study it and its apparent new-found docility. I haff been assigned to monitor its activities and "provide elaboration" or somethink. They call it "empathy trainink" in preparation for the arrival of my garbage teammates. I call it bullshit. They just drew straws for who gets to babysit the screamink D8.

((Yo, this is an Ask/RP Blog for Ramiel and, to provide some spice, my in-the-works AdEva character Andrei, a Manufactured with a mean streak a mile wide. I have never actually done anything like this before and this was basically a impulse idea, so I'm basically making it up as I go along. Whee!))

[raaahmiel]

AAAAAAAAAAAH...