[FFML] [fanfic][repost] NGE: EndGame, 02

[Bob Schroeck]

A little brusque there, weren't you, Miashara?  Some good feedback,
yes, but aren't you just a tad confrontational about it?

Also, some of your points were, well, a little wrong.

Miashara wrote
>>The fluorescent tubes, held in fixtures of three each, were inset at
> inserted

Um, no.  "Inset" means "recessed".  "Inserted" is more of a process,
the past tense of an action, whereas "inset" is a static descriptive.

>>Rei turned the page of her book. "This could be a problem." she
> stated.
>
> problem," she
>
> and you might want to change turned to returned

Why?  She's turning a page, not returning to the book -- she's
never stopped reading during the conversation.

> By the way, I also liked that. A lot of people get into long, drawn out
> explanations of how the characters learn the names of stuff. I don't
> really care. Ermine=Hisame. Good. Done.

It may also indicate that not all of his memory is obliterated,
given that his internal narrative automatically retrieved the name.
Yes, I know Shinji isn't a first-person narrator, but we're viewing
his thoughts, for the most part, from a third-person (semi-?)
omniscient viewpoint.  Then again, it may just be the third-person
narrator remembering the ermine's name from the first chapter.
<grin>

>>"This is Central Dogma, NERV headquarters," Ritsuko said, as a set of
> reinforced interlocking doors opened with the silent whoose of
>
> The silent what?

Probably meant "whoosh" there.

> Gott in himmel you punctuate a lot.

Better too much than not enough, in my humble opinion as a reader
*and* as a writer.  I'd rather have too many breaks than the
sentence that ate Cincinnati.

>>"We can't make you do it against your will," Ritsuko said calmly.
> "You're free to leave if you want to."
> But as we mentioned before, you will be shot.

Or at least shot *at.*  Can't make it seem too easy, after all.

-- Bob

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Bob Schroeck          http://www.eclipse.net/~rms           rms at eclipse.net
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Then the horns kicked in...
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