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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 16, 2011 3:18 pm

"Holy shit!"
"Mother of God! Shoot the motherfucker!" Bullets flew through the air at those...things. Two were tall, seven feet, covered in yellow scales, had red eyes and two large horns of it's head. One looked as if a tiger had just learned how to walk on it's hind legs, and the last looked like a rhino with four arms and the ability to walk on it's hind legs. Joesph Jackson had been trained as a Marine, and he should be prepared and cool in any situation, but this was more than just 'any situation.' These strange monsters had just walked out of a portal that appeared out of nowhere! Joe and his buddies had been on a smoking break, and they nearly were killed. These things nearly tore his face off. They were faster than they looked.

The tiger went down, a bullet hitting it in the face. Green blood flew everywhere. For the first time, Joe noticed a woman there as well. "Lady, get out of there!" he yelled in English, his Pashto failing him. They were in Afghanistan, it was a bit stupid to be speaking English, but you tended to not care in high stress situations. The woman hissed-actually hissed- and a fireball blasted out of her mouth. "Ah, shit!" Joe heard one of his comrades yell; the fireball had scorched his uniform, and probably burned him a little.

Joe took careful aim, calming himself down. Whap. Rhino guy was down. Whap. Woman went down. Whap. The horned creature went down.

More Marines arrived at the scene, having ran. "What the hell happened here?" one asked bluntly, looking at the dead things. Afghani voices could be heard now, having been awoken by the sounds. Chatter in Pashto and Urdu was heard. The Marine in charge nodded to Joe. "Come on in." he said. He then nodded to Joe's friend. "You too. That burn needs to be treated." They entered the base again, stunned. "What the hell was that? Sir," he added quickly.

The Marine stared at Joe. "You won't speak a word of this. This never happened. Those were just enraged Afghans who tried to attack the base. You were surprised and you attacked. There will be no court-martial because you were defending yourself." he nodded to Joe's friend. "And you, go to the nurse. Be more careful next time, spilling your hot coffee can seriously hurt." The Marine left, leaving Joe and his friend uncomprehending of what just happened.
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Raphael facepalmed. "You mean that a group of demons entered Heavengate, and then they opened a portal? To where?"

"Well, probably to Heaven, sir." reported an angel. "But I managed to redirect them to Earth. Heaven is too risky, but nobody cares if a few apes die."

"Very good." Raphael said. "We could have had a major disaster on our hands. I'm proud you managed it." he looked troubled.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

Raphael shook his head. "No, no problem. Just forget about this. And for the Father's sake, don't mention this to Uriel."

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Sachin got out of his taxi, which had driven him from the airport to here. He glanced at the school, and gaped in surprise. It was huge! It was four stories tall, and it seemed to sprawl. He grabbed his bags, started his IPod and plugged it in his ears, and managed to find his dorm-Dorm 42-without getting lost. He checked a paper of piece in his hand. His roommate was a boy named Ranatunga Buddha. Sachin wasn't too surprised at the last name. He had grown up in a country where nearly everyone was named after some religious name.

He used his key and entered the room, nodding to the other boy. An Indian too, by the looks of him. "Hello." he said in English, the song on his IPod going from "Another One Bites the Dust" to "Stronger".

He started unpacking his bags. "My name's Sachin, you're Ranatunga, right?" the 15 year old asked.
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Crowley walked into the teacher's lounge sipping his Coke can. "Ah, the new school year begins!" he said cheerfully. "You mates ready for the year? And we've got a new addition, I see." he said, grinning charmingly at the new teacher, Lilith. He couldn't remember what subject she taught, but he figured it would come to him. "Name's Mr. Crowley. Yes, I like the song too." he introduced himself, shaking her hand. He nodded to the other teachers as well.
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Calliel Michaelson wandered the hallways. The human he was possessing was quiet now. Calliel was adept at tuning them out. He was watching for signs of supernatural activity, but he didn't see any. Then again, he had only been wandering the halls for two minutes now. He had a dorm, and had dropped off his stuff there. Now he was just walking around, looking for..something. Anything that was strange. Then again, all this was strange. Humans didn't make sense to him. As he was aimlessly walking, he crashed into someone and fell to the floor. "My sincerest apologies." he said, getting back up and helping the other person up as well. "I am Calliel. And you are?"
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Postby Vortiaganica » Thu Jun 16, 2011 3:28 pm

Ranatunga opened his eyes, fresh from meditation. Unlike certain people, who believe meditation is a sort of key to the Gods and such-like, Ranatunga does it for his own learning, relaxation and concentration. Hearing the voice of Sachin, Ranatunga looked up from the bed and smiled warmly.

"Hello. Indeed, I am. You must be Sachin, my room-mate."

Ranatunga's single backpack was lain under his desk. A small,simple rug, Nepalese, was on the ground. It didn't match the theme of the room, but it did work well. A small label identified as being Goodweave certificate - sold by employers who treated their employees humanely.

A carton of chick-pea curry was on the desk. It looked like some had been eaten, but it wasn't close to done.

Ranatunga stretched as he walked over to the curry. He pulled a water-bottle from his backpack and he drank from it.

"How are you?

There's space in the cupboard for anything you want to put in there, I haven't put anything in there yet. I'm not done meditating, but I'll only need space for my backpack once I'm done."
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Postby New East Ireland » Thu Jun 16, 2011 3:41 pm

A sleek, black town car had driven Damian to the school, Elfen High. He didn't know what to expect, but he had made a personal vow to not let anyone in authority keep him from his work. He was not there to learn; he already had learned thanks to Abberline, the good professor. He was there to investigate the paranormal and the magical that roamed the school, or so he heard. The car came rolling to a slow stop, and the driver exited the town car. Damian never liked having people do work that he could easily do, so he opened the door and got out on his own. As the driver got the luggage from the trunk, Damian examined the large school. It was huge, and a very impressive building.

'Your luggage, Sir Damian', the driver said in a heavy Irish accent, as he placed the two bags onto the ground. Damian handed several banknotes to the driver, and picked up his bags. As the town car sped away, Damian examined the wrinkled paper labeled, 'Elfen High School', which he had taken from his pocket. He would be living in Dorm 42, so he made his way there. As he entered the building, he began walking through the hallways until he could find his room. With his eyes glued to his paper, he took no notice to the person walking directly towards him. They crashed into each other, both falling onto the floor. Damian got up and looked at the man that had knocked him down.

'That's quite fine Calliel. The name's Damian. Damian Seward', he said, extending his hand outward.
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Jun 16, 2011 4:18 pm

From within Alastor's room, a ruckus could be heard. General L'Enfer sighed. His boss was apparently at it again, and he didn't want another one of his powerful smacks. However, remembering that he gave explicit orders to inform him when that arrived, he swallowed his fear and knocked on the door.

The door then opened, and a succubi maid staggered outside, ignoring the General. The door closed afterwards, and a few metallic sounds could be heard from within the room. Finally, the door opened again and Alastor stepped outside.

"What the hell is it, L'Enfer? I was busy." Alastor said grumpily. "Sir, you've been accepted." L'Enfer responded. "Oh, you should've said so earlier." Alastor said as he walked past L'Enfer. He didn't miss the oportunity to smack his trusty General, though.

Alastor walked outside, watching his Imps being overworked by the Knights Of L'Enfer. He enjoyed the sights. He crossed the lava lake that marked his territory and went to a dimensional portal that led to Earth. Once there, he changed into his human disguise: A caucasian, tall man with short brown hair and dark green eyes, wearing a blue coat.

Once all of this was done, he teleported a small bag with all of his things in it, and then used his power of teleportation to get to Elfen High. He looked at the huge, four story building. "Eh, it looks decent enough. It could use a little ruin here and there but..." He thought to himself as he walked in. He looked at a paper he held in his left hand, and then made his way to his assigned dorms. He walked in and tossed his bag into one of the beds before noticing that someone was already there.

"Howdy. Name's Alan. You?" He asked.

"EXECUTE! No, wait, that won't do." He thought to himself.
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Postby Ameriganastan » Thu Jun 16, 2011 4:38 pm

A rather handsome man trudged onto the school grounds, a huge suitcase strapped to his back. He looked around rather confused, and grabbed a passing man by the arm.

"Hey, buddy, I'm looking for...uh...hang on"

He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"He...Hey...high. The high school. Do you know where it is?"

The man stared for a moment, and pointed to the huge building to his left. The good looking fellow, Lazrian was his name chuckled embarrassed and shoved the guy on his way. He continued on his way, stopping to admire something amazing...a drinking fountain.

"Wow. Push the button...where does it come from?"

He finally grew bored of it and wondered around some more, finally coming upon the room where he would be staying. And found himself confounded by the door. He was trying to open it the wrong way, by pulling.

"Come on you piece of crap, open. You wanna play hardball huh? Your funeral."

His eyes flashed red, and he delivered a kick to the door, knocking it open...and off the hinges. He stepped inside and picked the door up, setting it against the wall.

"There. The great Lazrian will not be defeated by some wooden portal to his room."

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Postby The Intellectual Institute » Thu Jun 16, 2011 4:47 pm

Kyousuke was sitting there in his room, looking outside at people with a form of disgust carved into his face. He was utterly surprised when someone barged in his room, a person who announced his name to him. This caused Kyousuke to fall off his chair in surprise, "A roommate" echoed in his mind.

"A-Ah, I... Am... Kyousuke Sakamoto..."
He attempted to muster up the courage to talk to his new roommate, accidentally saying his last name too. The Sakamoto family is extremely famous throughout the world, a family of the strongest magicians who represented both humanity, and its power. Heaven, hell, and all of Earth knew who they were, but not with Kyousuke. They regarded him as a failure child, labeling him with names such as "Delinquent", "Rotten apple" and other names; simply because he wasn't fit to be the only child of a globally-famous family.

"A... Alan is it?"
Kyousuke's paranoia might be his worst feat actually. But he was tempted to make friends. Although, it would kinda be pathetic for him to have friends.

"What if is here to kill me? Is he targeting me?! It can't be... I'm just getting ahead of myself"
His thoughts went on similar to this pattern.
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Postby Nature-Spirits » Thu Jun 16, 2011 6:26 pm

Baelvan Eytherghymn got out of bed, refreshed from a good night's sleep.
"What time is it, I wonder?" he asked himself and, checking his watch (he had finally managed to find one with no exterior metal parts) saw that it was 7:52 am.
He shapeshifted his pyjamas to clothes suitable for work and ate a breakfast made up of vanilla yoghurt and a bagel, then left is cottage and walked through the woods to Elfen High.
"Hello," he said to a fellow teacher when he arrived (he shapeshifted so that he was wearing a glove while he opened the door then shapeshifted again to get rid of it).
"Hi, Van." The teacher smiled at him. "How are you?"
"Not too bad," he replied. "You?"
"Oh, I'm doing just fine."
Baelvan walked to his classroom and prepared the day's lesson; he was the teacher of botany.
Baelvan then waited patiently for the students to arrive and finally a red-headed boy entered the classroom, followed by a brunette a couple minutes later, followed by a few others, and then a few more, until finally the whole class was there.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 16, 2011 6:40 pm

Calliel stared at the hand briefly, like a baboon trying to find meaning in the Rosetta Stone. Then he remembered his lessons in Heaven about this, and tapped into the memories of his human host. He extended out his own and shook Damien's hand. He then remembered something. "Ah, you'll be my roommate then. We'll be in Dorm 23, if I recall properly." (OOC: Cause Sachin and Buddha are already in 42.) He spoke formally, like someone who hadn't been outside for a long time. Which was true, provided your definition was "outside of Heaven." There was an awkward silence, which Calliel didn't try to break. He was unaware of the concept of 'small talk'.
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Sachin glanced at the boy. Sachin was a moderately religious Hindu, but this guy was clearly an extreme Buddhist. Sachin made that bet because of Ranatunga's last name. "I'm good mate. You?" he asked, putting his clothes away into the closet, hanging them properly as well. "Where you from?"
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"Come in." Raphael said briefly, filling out some paperwork. Oh, how he hated paperwork. If only he could unleash his powers on this. In the good old days, like when he was Genghis Khan on Earth a couple of centuries ago, he never had to do this. But times changed, no matter how slowly that happened in Heaven, and he now had to fill in shit.

It was one of his angels. "Good to see you, Nerel. You getting ready to ship the drugs to Heaven then? Michael says they're anticipating them heavily over there." Raphael said, relieved to have an excuse to stop his work.

"That's the thing, sir." Nerel said. "A magostorm will occur soon." Seeing the blank look on his boss' face, he added, "You remember, sir? Occurs every few decades, generally causes really high magic levels, spells are easier to cast, more powerful, and so on."

"Ah yes." Raphael said reminiscently. "I remember the last one, a few centuries back. I was teleporting back to Heavengate from Heaven, but it screwed it up and I ended up in Aphrodite's bathing room while she was in it. Good times, especially considering what had followed." he smiled, then came back to Heavengate. "Alright, and?"

"We'll ship em up when the magostorm occurs. It'll be easier, take less energy, and we'll have a greater stock to send up. But it'll be a few days so-"

"I see your point. Don't worry, it's fine. Tell Michael the drugs will come a bit later than scheduled." Then another knock on the door. "Enter."

It was Azazel, and some demonic bodyguards. Raphael stood up, and Azazel came with arms outstretched. "Raphael, Raphael, Raphael!" he cried as they embraced. "We ought to meet more often mate!" As always, both the angel and the demon comtemplated the possibility they had of killing the other, how possible it was for the other to kill them, and the fact doing so would probably be a bad move.

Azazel sat in the chair on the other side of Raphael's desk. "I just want to say that I had absolutely nothing to do with those demons who entered Heavengate."

"You heard? It happened just yesterday, and we fixed the problem quite quickly."

"Raphael, I have my ways. In any case, those demons were acting on their own. Me and the Council had nothing to do with this. We do not want a war with Heaven, especially now. We're trying our best to find who was responsible for this terrible idea."

Raphael believed the demon. Azazel was bloodthirsty, brutal and ruthless. But he was also intelligent. A war with Heaven would not be something he would want to do. He had a chance of beating Heaven, but he would destroy Hell in the process. A rather Pyhrric victory.

The archangel nodded to the Demon Lord. "I believe you, Azazel." he said. "I'll leave the investigation up to you, but we will tighten our security."

"Of course, of course. The sensible thing. Goodbye then." the demon lord said, walking out.

Raphael relaxed in his chair. "God, I hate that thing." he spat. Then he got back to the paperwork.

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Postby Sratos » Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:07 pm

Mal was already in the Teacher's Lounge when Crowley came in, anmd thankfully for everyone else he was in his human form. He was at the moment munching on a Gyro and waved to Crowley. After swallowing he smiled and said.

"Ah Mr. Crowley it is a pleasure to see you again I was beginning to wonder. These kids do tend to get to you after awhile. As things are this should be a wonderful year." He scrathced his right ear and plopped his feet up on a table and leaning back in his chair looking like an old movie gnagster.
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Postby Vortiaganica » Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:51 pm

"I'm alright. I'm from Kandy, myself. You probably know it, it's in Sri Lanka."

OOC: Like you weren't expecting that.

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Ranatunga watched for a few seconds as Sachin hung away his clothes. Ranatunga himself was wearing some simple white robes, although sometimes he liked to look a little more...formal. The robes were only for indoor use, they were impractical outside of relaxing in the dorms, and of course, he wore the appropriate underwear, for those of you who wanted to know.

He took out a strange little pillow from his backpack and tossed it onto his bed, before sitting down to finish his curry.

After a few bites, he took another look at Sachin. "So, how much have you seen of the school so far? I've been in here since I got here this morning."
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 16, 2011 9:45 pm

OOC: Absolutely wasn't.

Sachin nodded. "Yep, I know it," he said, hiding the fact that his knowledge of Sri Lankan geography was equal to the typical American's knowledge of the geography of Canada. "Just got here, actually. Guess we'll figure out how the school is when the classes start in about a half hour or so. You want to walk the halls and check it out?
Michael sighed, incinerating the letter Raphael had sent him. The drugs would be a bit late. Too bad, his stash was starting to run out. He started to walk out of his mansion, glancing, as he always did, to the picture on his wall of Yahweh, Michael, Lucifer, Uriel and baby Raphael all in the shot, laughing happily.

What he wouldn't give for those days to return. Michael started flying toward Gaberial's house. He could always brighten the archangel's day.

Michael used his key that Gabe had given him, and opened the door, hoping to surprise the other angel. He paused as he entered. The entire house was a wreck...as though there had been a fight.

Immediently the archangel scoured the house, looking for a sign of what happened here. Gaberial was gone. He couldn't be found.

No. No, no, no. Gaberial couldn't be gone. Not Gabe. Michael stared up at the ceiling of the house, and screamed in rage.
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Postby Ameriganastan » Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:06 pm

Laz sat in his room, playing with a Yo-yo he had brought along with him.

"Gotta give these talking chimps some credit. They come up with some amusing stuff. Like that thing i looked at earlier...that thing was cool...I'm gonna go see it again."

He tossed the toy aside and started wondering the halls again, coming across the fountain again after a few minutes.

"Where does the water come from? Maybe its some kind of magic. Push the button...water. How do you function water thing?"

He scratched his head and proceeded to rip it off the wall, staring rather confused as the button didn't work anymore...and then noticed the pipe spraying water everywhere.

"Wow, so that's it works. Uh...stop with the water. Uh, desist, shut off...quit it! Bah. Stupid wall water thing."

He tossed it aside and returned to his room.

"Where did i leave that up and down toy thing?"

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Postby Olthar » Fri Jun 17, 2011 12:51 am

Pari was soaring high through the sky, flying above the clouds and watching the ground rush past below her. However, no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't see much of anything. It all looked bare and empty. Occasionally, she'd pass something she recognized like a forest or a river or her village back home, but the rest seemed vacant of any features. She flew for what seemed like hours, enjoying the view, or what she saw of it, in any event, though she could have sworn only a few minutes had gone by. Suddenly, she found herself in the middle of the ocean. She didn't understand how she got there, and, strangely, only her left cheek seemed wet. Just then, everything darkened before she opened her eyes, realizing it was just a dream and Whiskers had been licking her face to wake her.

"<You overslept again, Pari,>" he said, "<You're going to be late for class!>"

Letting out a sudden yelp of surprise, Pari jumped out of bed and began dashing around the room, getting dressed and gathering her things. She threw on a loose-fitting white cotton tunic and some sandals, collected her books in her bag, and then rushed for the door.

"<You forgot your disguise.>" Whiskers sighed while scurrying over to her.

"<Oh! Right!>"

Taking a few seconds to focus her magic, Pari cloaked herself in a simple illusion, hiding her Pixie heritage. Afterwards, she reached down and picked up Whiskers, letting him climb up her arm and sit on her shoulder. Finally ready, she left her room and ran towards her class as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

It's a new year of school, she thought to herself, I wonder what kinds of neat and interesting people I'll meet this year. I'm so exited!

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Postby Vortiaganica » Fri Jun 17, 2011 1:19 am

"Sure. Let me put something more practical on."

Ranatunga took some clothes out of his bag. Removing his robes quickly, his simple boxer shorts and singlet were visible only for a few seconds.

He was quite the quick dresser.

His black jacket was quite slick, and clean, with a hood, and he had put on some black trackpants. Strangely enough, he put the jacket over his singlet and zipped it up.
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Postby The Nuclear Fist » Fri Jun 17, 2011 2:17 am

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley walked into the teacher's lounge sipping his Coke can. "Ah, the new school year begins!" he said cheerfully. "You mates ready for the year? And we've got a new addition, I see." he said, grinning charmingly at the new teacher, Lilith. He couldn't remember what subject she taught, but he figured it would come to him. "Name's Mr. Crowley. Yes, I like the song too." he introduced himself, shaking her hand. He nodded to the other teachers as well.

Lilith smiled, blushing slightly. Mr. Crowley was a handsome man, in his own right. She extended her well-manicured hand, a dark mocha colour. Lilith was new to this place, and she felt it would be beneficial to be as friendly with the other staff as possible. Politely, she spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Crowley. I'm Ms. Lilith. Erm, could you tell me where the History and Mythology room is? This place is so big, and I don't want to get lost on my first day." She said, her voice breezing like cool silk, using her other hadn to gently brush her hair from her eyes. Mentally, she kicked herself for asking that. It had been foolish not to ask Mr. Black and Mr. White to pick up a map of the building. Luckily, she remembered the number of her desinated room -Room 69- that she would be sharing with the odd pair.

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Through the hall, leading to the teacher's lounge, walked a pair of black-suited men in lock-step. Both the same height, and roughly the same mass, it was unsettling to see the two move gracefully as one unit. The man with the black tie, Mr. White, adjusted his sun glasses and afforded a casual glance at the map of Elfen High. A slight frown appeared upon his lips, and immediately one appeared upon his counterpart, Mr. Black. Running a hand through his thinning hair, Mr. Black nodded to the other man.

I don't like this place. It's far too large. Don't you agree, Mr. Black? Thought Mr. White, his eyes darting across the map and locating the 'teacher's lounge'.

Of course. And with Lilith being better and escaping from our sights, I fear this will be quite the headache, Mr. White. Mr. Black thought, his mental words drifting listlessly through the pair's minds.

Don't be so cynical. I'm sure she is just trying to make friends with the staff. We're not exactly. . . what is the word, Mr. Black?

Pleasant, I would suppose. We're quite unsettling, to most, Mr. White.

Finally, the lounge was within their sight, and the pair marginally increased their pace. Likely interrupting the thoughts of the patrons within, Mr. White opened the door casually, revealing the two men. Smirking at Lilith's chagrin, they walked in lock-step towards her, stopping only a metre or so behind. Looking at Mr. Crowley, the gave what they assumed was friendly and warming smile. It wasn't.

"Erm, there are my 'friends'-" Lilith began to say, before she was interrupted by Mr. Black.

"We are compatriots of Ms. Lilith. This is Mr White." Mr. Black said, casually moving his hand in the general direction of his counterpart.

"And this is Mr. Black." Mr. White said, doing the same.

"It is a pleasure-" Began Mr. White.

"To meet you, Mr. . . Crowley, was it?" Finished Mr. Black.

"We're big fans of your work." Black said, the faintest hints of glee in his tone.

"Yes, very big fans indeed." White agreed, his eyes twinkling behind his shaded glasses.




OOC: Sorry for the shitty post, I'm writing this on a massive hangover. I couldn't really think of anything to have Lilith teach, so I just through her in to History and Mythology. I felt it fits the RP.
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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:44 am

Damian looked back at the piece of paper he had in his left hand, as he finished shaking Calliel's hand. 'Yes, I believe we are', Damian said, as he picked up his bags. The silence between the two made Damian very uncomfortable, and he decided that it was time to go to the room. 'Well, I will see you later', Damian said, as he began to walk past Calliel. It was somewhat ironic that Damian walked into his roommate, but he did not take much notice.

After a few minutes, he found his room, and opened the door. It wasn't much, but it could do. Damian threw his bags beside the farthest bed and sat down. It wasn't long before he remembered that he needed to check the supplies he had. He unzipped onto of his bags and took out a medical bag, like the one a doctor would carry. He unzipped that and looked at its contents. There was a crucifix, a silver-plated dagger, and a pistol, which he knew was loaded with silver bullets. He opened another pouch that was on the inside of the bag, and brought out two vials of holy water. He took another look to make sure that no one else was inside the room, before he put the holy water back, and took the dagger from the back. Damian took the straps on the holster and wrapped them around his lower leg, making sure that the holster was securely on his leg. He rolled his pants leg over the holster, and placed the medical bag back into his travel bag.
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Postby Kaledoria » Fri Jun 17, 2011 4:19 am

Introduction:
Chərohətāt, "Che", celestial being of save travels.


"The canteen, yes, it's right this way and before the stairwell right and again straight for a bit, let me show you. If you have never eaten here before the different menus can require some explanation..."

Chərohətāt had finally gotten the tutor position. Helping new students with their timetables and showing them the campus was not Che's role in the world as chosen by his divine nature. But it came close enough, helped him, not to go mad.

Besides this, he was to help in the courses, which had first proven to be difficult: In modern history, he knew a lot about the world wars but quite nothing about the cold war and onwards, in linguistics, he knew about ancient Persian but not much about ... English. Finally the Phys. Ed. department found good use for him, as it showed, he could teach those some skills, who regarded gravity rather as an informal guideline, then as a law.

Thinking about English, Che would have his own class later today. Now, in his forth year, he could finally attend "English for foreigners 101". Many here, that knew about these details adored people like him for the ability to speak and understand any language. But they failed to see the limitations: It only worked in face to face communication (and some special texts), he could not write a text on a computer, he could (relying on the supernatural only) not even order a pizza over one of these telephones that had become annoyingly omnipresent during the almost 50 years, in which he only had the opportunity to see a few snapshots of earth, some hours every one or two years.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:48 am

The Nuclear Fist wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley walked into the teacher's lounge sipping his Coke can. "Ah, the new school year begins!" he said cheerfully. "You mates ready for the year? And we've got a new addition, I see." he said, grinning charmingly at the new teacher, Lilith. He couldn't remember what subject she taught, but he figured it would come to him. "Name's Mr. Crowley. Yes, I like the song too." he introduced himself, shaking her hand. He nodded to the other teachers as well.

Lilith smiled, blushing slightly. Mr. Crowley was a handsome man, in his own right. She extended her well-manicured hand, a dark mocha colour. Lilith was new to this place, and she felt it would be beneficial to be as friendly with the other staff as possible. Politely, she spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Crowley. I'm Ms. Lilith. Erm, could you tell me where the History and Mythology room is? This place is so big, and I don't want to get lost on my first day." She said, her voice breezing like cool silk, using her other hadn to gently brush her hair from her eyes. Mentally, she kicked herself for asking that. It had been foolish not to ask Mr. Black and Mr. White to pick up a map of the building. Luckily, she remembered the number of her desinated room -Room 69- that she would be sharing with the odd pair.

---

Through the hall, leading to the teacher's lounge, walked a pair of black-suited men in lock-step. Both the same height, and roughly the same mass, it was unsettling to see the two move gracefully as one unit. The man with the black tie, Mr. White, adjusted his sun glasses and afforded a casual glance at the map of Elfen High. A slight frown appeared upon his lips, and immediately one appeared upon his counterpart, Mr. Black. Running a hand through his thinning hair, Mr. Black nodded to the other man.

I don't like this place. It's far too large. Don't you agree, Mr. Black? Thought Mr. White, his eyes darting across the map and locating the 'teacher's lounge'.

Of course. And with Lilith being better and escaping from our sights, I fear this will be quite the headache, Mr. White. Mr. Black thought, his mental words drifting listlessly through the pair's minds.

Don't be so cynical. I'm sure she is just trying to make friends with the staff. We're not exactly. . . what is the word, Mr. Black?

Pleasant, I would suppose. We're quite unsettling, to most, Mr. White.

Finally, the lounge was within their sight, and the pair marginally increased their pace. Likely interrupting the thoughts of the patrons within, Mr. White opened the door casually, revealing the two men. Smirking at Lilith's chagrin, they walked in lock-step towards her, stopping only a metre or so behind. Looking at Mr. Crowley, the gave what they assumed was friendly and warming smile. It wasn't.

"Erm, there are my 'friends'-" Lilith began to say, before she was interrupted by Mr. Black.

"We are compatriots of Ms. Lilith. This is Mr White." Mr. Black said, casually moving his hand in the general direction of his counterpart.

"And this is Mr. Black." Mr. White said, doing the same.

"It is a pleasure-" Began Mr. White.

"To meet you, Mr. . . Crowley, was it?" Finished Mr. Black.

"We're big fans of your work." Black said, the faintest hints of glee in his tone.

"Yes, very big fans indeed." White agreed, his eyes twinkling behind his shaded glasses.




OOC: Sorry for the shitty post, I'm writing this on a massive hangover. I couldn't really think of anything to have Lilith teach, so I just through her in to History and Mythology. I felt it fits the RP.

Mr. Crowley smiled. "It's actually just down the hall and to your left, C-7." he said. He then noted the two new men who had entered, Mr. Black and Mr. White. There was something off about them. Perhaps it was that grin on their faces, which had something malevolent and dark to it. Crowley had met a few demons in his life, exorcised a few, screwed a few, screwed a few while exorcising them, but these weren't demons. They seemed to be more angels than demons, which was worse.

But he didn't have proof. A few years ago, he told a teacher to bite his neck, confident she was a vampire. She resigned the next day, claiming sexual harassment. He didn't do that much more. If someone resigns because of sexual harassment, Crowley wanted him to actually have been sexually harassing him/her.

"Thank you." he said slowly, looking at the two men suspiciously. They either knew his true identity, or they were referring to the books his current identity had written, short horror stories which were cult classics, especially in Eastern Europe.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:51 am

Vortiaganica wrote:"Sure. Let me put something more practical on."

Ranatunga took some clothes out of his bag. Removing his robes quickly, his simple boxer shorts and singlet were visible only for a few seconds.

He was quite the quick dresser.

His black jacket was quite slick, and clean, with a hood, and he had put on some black trackpants. Strangely enough, he put the jacket over his singlet and zipped it up.

Sachin raised an eyebrow at the speed Ranatunga had put his clothes on, and the jacket he put over his singlet. Meh, other people's fashion choices weren't his problem. He went as he was, and then opened the door. "Let's go check the school out." he said, walking out into the hall. "So, you got the letter saying you were eligible, or did you pay your way in?"
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:54 am

New East Ireland wrote:Damian looked back at the piece of paper he had in his left hand, as he finished shaking Calliel's hand. 'Yes, I believe we are', Damian said, as he picked up his bags. The silence between the two made Damian very uncomfortable, and he decided that it was time to go to the room. 'Well, I will see you later', Damian said, as he began to walk past Calliel. It was somewhat ironic that Damian walked into his roommate, but he did not take much notice.

After a few minutes, he found his room, and opened the door. It wasn't much, but it could do. Damian threw his bags beside the farthest bed and sat down. It wasn't long before he remembered that he needed to check the supplies he had. He unzipped onto of his bags and took out a medical bag, like the one a doctor would carry. He unzipped that and looked at its contents. There was a crucifix, a silver-plated dagger, and a pistol, which he knew was loaded with silver bullets. He opened another pouch that was on the inside of the bag, and brought out two vials of holy water. He took another look to make sure that no one else was inside the room, before he put the holy water back, and took the dagger from the back. Damian took the straps on the holster and wrapped them around his lower leg, making sure that the holster was securely on his leg. He rolled his pants leg over the holster, and placed the medical bag back into his travel bag.

"Those are odd items for a high school." Calliel noted, right behind him. He had been silently following the boy. Angels were quite good at being silent, and Damien hadn't seen him when he was scanning the room. "What are they for?"
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Monfrox wrote:
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Postby The Nuclear Fist » Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:23 am

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Snip.

"Tell us." Began Mr. Black.

"When did you start writing?" Finished Mr. White.

"Well, writing again." Mr. Black said, the two nodding.

"We rather enjoy your work." Mr. White said, casually moving a hand to his face, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"But, we rather enjoyed your autobiography the most."

"The Confessions of Aleister Crowley, the most. Quite intriguing stuff." Said Mr. White. Shortly afterwards, the two shared a collective nod, with Lilith lightly burying her face in her hand. Subtlety was never their strong suit. And why should that change with age? They were both smug about these kinds of things. Of course, they were not always right. And if they were wrong, they would have weirded out her coworker on her first day.

Their memories must be getting worse. I specifically told them not to do that. Lilith thought, the eyebrow twitching in an obvious tic of agitation. Hoping to save the situation, she brushed a bit of hair behind her ear and turned to Mr. Crowley.

"I'm sorry about that. It's just that they like to joke. Yeah, they're big jokesters. Aren't you, guys?" She said, turning her head to face the two. She put an emphasis on the last word, hoping to get her point across. She didn't. The pair raised a collective eyebrow, and looked at each other, puzzled and amused. That clearly mortified Lilith, but she quickly tried to regain her composure, hoping Mr. Crowley wouldn't take offense.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:48 am

Crowley raised an eyebrow, his expression looking quite puzzled and creeped out. Though he was perfectly aware of what they meant, he had an identity to keep up. And he was an excellent actor. "Yes, yes." he chuckled. "Though you are thinking of the wrong Crowley." he raised an eyebrow at Lilith. "Interesting friends you have."

He then checked his watch. "I have a meeting with Principal Peters about now. I'd be glad to meet with you for lunch sometime later, Lilith. Cheerio now." he said, walking out, giving a strange look at Mr. Black and Mr. White as he left.
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Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".

Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jun 17, 2011 1:20 pm

Damian, startled by Calliel's sudden appearance, reached into his bag, and quickly pulled out his revolver, and aimed it at Calliel. 'How did you follow me in here without even making a sound?', Damian questioned his roommate, as he focused his aim.
"A joke is a very serious thing."

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 2:06 pm

Calliel stared warily at the gun. "Can you put that down? It's dangerous." he said. "And I just walked. It's my dorm as well."
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Monfrox wrote:
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Postby New East Ireland » Fri Jun 17, 2011 2:09 pm

Damian shook his head. 'You would like it if I put the gun down, wouldn't you?', he asked, as he placed the barrel of the revolver to Calliel's head. 'I made sure that no one was in the room two times, yet I still did not see you. And, I did not hear you follow me or enter the room. So what are you? A demon mabye?'
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