Stage 1
Neil: *dressing* dammit, my head hurts like crazy. Sh!t
Neil: *puts mask on and grabs a clear glass bottle* Not quite numb enough, let the bitter warmth of summers lost rest on my tongue.
*drinks and then throws the bottle, but someone catches it out of nowhere*
Ragnarok: Huh? God, don't you ever knock?
Layla: Sorry, but I really don't believe in common courtesy. Besides, I have very good news, the catch of the day is here.
Ragnarok: Really now? That was quick, you and Isaac must have been up early.
Layla: Not really, generals don't have very extensive security details. Just about 30 second rate lackeys, we were in and out in 10 minutes.
Ragnarok: Well isn't that something, I'm guessing you've made him feel at home?
Layla: If you'd call Shinjuku a home. I don't come barging in to disturb you for no reason, you made it perfectly clear he was an important target.
Ragnarok: Yes, he's the last one outside the Royal Family and their ranks connected to that attack. We have some personal things to catch up on.
Layla: Well I guess that means we're not gonna get to watch, no fair! Oh well, just leave us the aftermath will ya. We love seeing your works of art.
Ragnarok: No problem, I'll make sure to put together something worth the adulation.
Layla: *eyes gleaming* You always do!
Ragnarok: One more thing Layla, would you please stop undressing me with your eyes. Its not very professional.
Layla: Didn't I just say that I don't believe in common courtesy? Well to show you I'm sorry I'll go put this bottle in the fridge for you.
Ragnarok: Whatever.
Ragnarok: *heading down to the holding cells* I've waited quite awhile for this, finally I can avenge you.
Isaac: Your Majesty!
Ragnarok: Oh, hello Isaac, I must say I'm impressed with the efficiency you and Layla showed in getting our guest here.
Isaac: Thank you my lord, but to be completely honest, that was nothing. Wait til you see the gift I gave him *opens door to holding cell*
Ragnarok: Oh my, very lovely my friend, your craftsmanship is getting better and better.
Isaac: You've always been excellent inspiration my lord, I tried burning steel this time, it really adds quite the flare.
Ragnarok: Indeed, well I'm glad you had your fun. But now me and the general are going to have a private discussion, you don't have problem with that do you?
Isaac: Of....Of course not my lord, go ahead.
Ragnarok: *enters the holding cell and closes the door, deactivates the cameras* Hello Dalton
Dalton: Go to hell!
Ragnarok: Oh come now, the legendary General Dalton can't come up with anything better to say.
Dalton: How about your a worth piece of sh!t idiot who will be dead very soon.
Ragnarok: Better. Tell me, do you like your souvenir *points to his forehead*
Dalton: *sarcastic* Very much! You are the kind of man who would have his goons brand me with your symbol before you killed me.
Ragnarok: Brand? Don't be ridiculous, he dug into your flesh with a burning dagger. Much prettier, but enough of these plesantries, we have some personal matters to discuss.
Ragnarok: *takes off mask* Its been a long time General
Dalton: Fallon! But your...your!
Neil: Dead? Well I suppose thats true in a sense. But the question is why aren't you? That ball invitation with the Royal Family certainly did save your pathetic life.
Dalton: But why, why are you of all people doing this. You were making such groudbreaking contributions to our military technology, becoming the man your father never was.
Neil: How dare you mention my father! The man who you and your men slaughtered in that mercilous blood bath called Shinjuku.
Dalton: So everything since that day was a lie, every detail right down to your death.
Neil: Of course, you don't truly believe that I bought into repenting through enslavement crap, do you?
Dalton: You would have been much better off, you could've surpassed Kururugi!
Neil: I have surpassed Kururugi! To even compare me to that that masochistic, ideologic fool.
Dalton: So its been you all along, even the figurehead bombing, but how?
Neil: You said it yourself Dalton, I am quite the brilliant engineer. A lifeless autonamaton, such an easy con, inflicting such remarkable damage.
Dalton: HAHAHAHA! Your a fool Fallon, do you really believe you can topple Britania? Or is this just blind revenge until your pathetic life is taken?
Neil: Your mistaken Dalton, all a man needs to do to change the world is conquer it. And all a man need to conquer is more power than his enemy. I am stronger than any of you.
Neil: But enough conversation, I have an obligation to kill you and I don't feel like putting it off any longer. Don't be fooled though, I will enjoy this immensely!
Neil: *puts on two shinning gauntlets* You should be honored Dalton, you will be the first of your kind to feel the hands of the Ragnarok take your worthless life away.
Dalton: Do you expect me to beg Fallon?
Neil: *puts on mask* No Dalton, I expect you to scream!
Dalton: AHHHHH!
Ragnarok: *walks out of the holding cell* Well you two, I tried to leave you something worth starring at.
Isaac: Oh my god, its, its....
Layla: Beautiful
*Dalton's body was mutilated beyond imagination, seered flesh bruised and butchered*
Ragnarok: Good, now our latest shipment of Knightmare Frames will be arriving today, its our largest to date.
Isaac: How many?
Ragnarok: 25,000
Layla: Awesome, the customs and everything?
Ragnarok: Yes, now if you'll excuse me I have something to attend to.
Isaac and Layla: Yes Your Majesty!
Ragnarok: *thinking to himself* Killing Dalton, it felt....good. I've never felt that way taking a person's life, I need to see the doctor.
Ragnarok: *enters a bright white room in the palace* Hello doctor, you and me need to have talk.
Dr. Keenan: Of course, I'm the only person you can talk to here. Sense this is my only real function here and you can wipe my memory at will without consequence.
Ragnarok: *takes off mask* Yeah, that sounds about right. So I should start from the beginning right?
Dr. Keenan: Isn't that how we always start? Mind you that is sort of a question sense I don't remember.
Neil: Well then, my name is Neil Fallon. Age 18, son of the late Maynard and Judith Fallon. I was raised to be both a great engineer and artist, and my parents were both very wonderful. When I was eight I fell in love for the first time, the last time. Her name was Kallen, I loved her very much. Her older brother died fighting in the resistence when she was twelve, he was a very good man. I picked up music when ten, I was very good and I became a professional musician in a band I started when I was 16. I wrote music to escape the depression that was going on in the world, to vent in an honest light. I played a huge stadium on my 17 birthday, everyone was their but my father, who was working in Shinjuku that night. We had lunch before the show and talked about ideas, it was a very nice talk. That was probably the best night of my life, everything in my world was complete. The next morning I woke to hear that my father died in the attack on Shinjuku, he had been there all night and didn't get out in time. He died in combat in one of the Knightmare prototype's he had made. My mother soon after became the victim of a crippling anuerism, she spent her final days praying to god to save her, the same god that took her husband and had left her broken and paralyzed. The only person I truly loved was Kallen, she helped me believe in kindness. The only warmth I feel is in the memory of songs I wrote for her years ago. Summers lost and never to be found again. So after all the previous mention events I did the only logic thing a man as volitale as me could. I broke up with Kallen and became of a part of the Britannian Army and Engineering Divisions. I spent two months setting up the stage for my final moments on this earth as Neil Fallon, and when my time was done I faked my own death and became the most egregious murderer this nation has ever seen. And that's pretty much all the big stuff up to now.
Dr. Keenan: Anything else you'd like to add?
Neil: I long for summers lost.
NEXT TIME
Stage 2: Today
That's... that's quite creative. 
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