Elfen High 2: Welcome and Welcome Back

[Mavorpen]

"It's a... talent I have. Don't feel bad, I haven't actually told my name to anyone before you, so how could you know it." she said smiling shortly. She waited as he went to get his book, watching from the door of the classroom. She nodded behind his back, observing his actions, taking good note of what he did. She returned her face to a normal expression when he turned around and nodded.
They arrived on time to the next class, history. She went to sit at the same position on the front row as in the first class, though off to one side, to eagerly await the start of the class, with her potential friend, Izanagi.

"A talent? Do tell. Must be one hell of a talent." He smiled and exclaimed. "Well, I sure do feel special. I know your name before anyone else. I am honored." He said the last sentence with a bow and continued walking beside her to the classroom. He walked into the classroom and took a seat one row behind Izera. He slammed his head on his desk and sighed. I just remembered, I suck at History. Oh well, at leas I won't have to study a lot for biology. I can use that time to put extra studying into this class. Many more thoughts went through his head about how terrible he knew he was going to do in this class. Hopefully he could get some help... preferably from Izera. She seemed very smart.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Allen glanced around. "Everyone here? Good. Time for your first lesson. I think we'll have it on the Norse pantheon." he said, standing up.

"The ancient Nords. Hailing from the colder reaches of Europe. Some of you know them as wild barbarians, other have heard of their legendary heroes: Olav Haraldsson, Eric the Victorious, Ulfric Stormcloak, and many more. Their most valuable heritage is their mythology."

Allan walked towards the blackboard and grabbed some chalk, writing down several names of Nordic Deities. When he was finished, he discarded the piece of chalk and sat down on he desk, pointing at one of the names.

"Loki. Some consider him a God, others a mere giant with a big libido. What we do know is that he was a violent and cruel man, but also a witty and intelligent one. It's speculated that some of you - those that posses the power to shapeshift, something Loki was exceptionally good at - may carry some of his power inside of you." Allen chuckled. "Loki got around quite a bit. He once got pregnant himself. It was interesting."

"He had many children, but the three we know the most about are Fenrir and Hel. Contrary to popular belief and legend, Jormungandr is not actually a child of Loki, but a completely separate being on his own. He extends many universes, generally underneath the crust. In general, it's best not to think about that."

"Fenrir is a fierce fighter, one who despises Odin. He was generally locked up and away, but he was freed when the Gentry attacked and he was a powerful asset in that war. As a result, Fenrir is given some time out of his cage every now and then, as long as he does not cause very much destruction and Thor always escorts and forces him back in."

"Hel is a split personality. Literally. She's a beautiful woman on one side and a hideous wretch on the other. Her personality shifts as well- she goes from a kind and motherly figure to a horrific sadist in seconds. So take your chances there."

"The Norse myths were affected by Christanisation, when Christianity started taking hold in the Nordic regions and influencing their myths. As a result, we can take these myths with a pinch of salt, a rough guide to the actual Pantheons- matter of fact, this is generally the case with all Pantheons. Best way to know about them is meeting them firsthand. This is why doing research about Hel can be unreliable- some consider her domain a horrific place, some consider it good but not as good as the Norse Valhalla and everything in between. Here at Elfen High, we have better information than most places." Allen said with a grin. The grin said I'm right on this stuff.

"There is also Odin, the king of gods. He has a rivalry with Zeus over something nobody really even knows about anymore. Despite that, the Norse and Greeks generally get along famously and were tight allies during the War with the Gentry. Before the Gentry came, they fought constantly and the Hindus and Egyptians tried to hold them in check so they didn't accidentally kill everyone. Odin is very powerful and will fuck anything- I note this is a common habit among the gods and Crowley-but he's also generally smart. Unfortunately, he lets loyalty and honour get in the way of his intelligence, which is why he didn't kill his blood brother Loki. He's also a dick, but that isn't uncommon."

[Malshan]

Namekus sat in the back row, having slunk in just as the professor began preaching. Luckily, the lecture was on his own pantheon, so attention was not mandatory. He yawned, stretching his mouth wide open before snapping it shut. You should really pay attention, you know. Why? It's not like he's said anything I don't know already. Mother beat the information into my brain already. Meh. He needs to represent Fenrir better. And besides, he's not living in a cage. He's bound to a rock by the unbreakable rope Gleipnir. Oh yes, you should REALLY go up there and correct him. That would definitely work in our favor. Once again your sarcasm is noted and ignored, Human. Now be quiet and leave me to my own thoughts apart from you two morons.

[Nude East Ireland]

Damien sulked in his seat, his earbuds in place and music traveling through them. He sighed, and pulled his jacket tighter around his body, and crossed his arms. His eyes were slightly pink, as he had no sleep the previous night, spending too much time on his laptop. He looked at Allan, but only for a minute, nodding to make it seem like he was listening, or cared. He yawned, but tried to make it as quiet as possible as not to disrupt anything.

[Olthar]

Sari-chan listened to the teacher with far more enthusiasm than in her last class. History was much easier than all that science-y stuff. Besides, she was a foreigner here, so she should make an effort to learn about Earth's past. That would just be courteous. Of course, she might just be putting too much effort into it as not even her Earthling classmates were paying attention. When no one had any questions, Sari-chan decided to ask one, just so that the teacher didn't feel bad.

"Ramius-sensei?" she asked, raising her hand, "Who are these 'Gentry' you mentioned? Are they some sort of group of noblemen or something?"

[Agritum]

Hildegard listened to the lecture with interest, occasionally taking notes.
"Excuse me, Mr Ramius, could you tell me something about Thor's role in modern pantheon politica? I know he was a very important deity in the old times. Is he still so much prominent? Or was he overshadowed by his father?"

Hildegard leaned on the desk, awaiting for answers. The topic interested her, even if She wasn't quite a sucker for mythology, preferring other subjects to it.
"Also, is Mjolnir still a quite important relic?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Sari-chan listened to the teacher with far more enthusiasm than in her last class. History was much easier than all that science-y stuff. Besides, she was a foreigner here, so she should make an effort to learn about Earth's past. That would just be courteous. Of course, she might just be putting too much effort into it as not even her Earthling classmates were paying attention. When no one had any questions, Sari-chan decided to ask one, just so that the teacher didn't feel bad.

"Ramius-sensei?" she asked, raising her hand, "Who are these 'Gentry' you mentioned? Are they some sort of group of noblemen or something?"

Allen nodded. "Yes, I suppose you would need to know that." he said. "The Gentry are known by many names. The Lords and Ladies, the Shining Ones..."

He slammed his fist on his table. "Those names are LIES!" he yelled. "The Gentry are truly known as the True Fae. They were monsters. Nobody quite knows just where they came from. Hell? Earth? Space? Some dimension unknown to us yet? It's a mystery. But they came here, thousands of years ago and they caused destruction and death. There was a great war between the Gods and the Gentry. The True Fae became so feared that their true name was never spoken out loud. People started using euphemisms out of fear. It was a bloody war. The entire Egyptian Pantheon died in it. But they were chased out and haven't been seen for thousands of years. They may be creatures of legend, but they are certainly history and they are certainly real. Or at least were. Let's hope they're all dead now."

Hildegard listened to the lecture with interest, occasionally taking notes.
"Excuse me, Mr Ramius, could you tell me something about Thor's role in modern pantheon politica? I know he was a very important deity in the old times. Is he still so much prominent? Or was he overshadowed by his father?"

Hildegard leaned on the desk, awaiting for answers. The topic interested her, even if She wasn't quite a sucker for mythology, preferring other subjects to it.
"Also, is Mjolnir still a quite important relic?"

Allen switched to an easier topic. "Thor? He's powerful. A warrior. Asgard's general, as it were. He's always been important, the attention whore, but his father outranks him and nobody forgets that. He despises Loki and doesn't let people forget that. Indeed, Thor exiled Loki from Asgard a century ago in a fit of rage and Odin largely went along with it, since Odin knew Loki wouldn't die and Thor would forget about it in a few centuries. He's powerful even if he is a bit of a moron."

[Constaniana]

Edward tried to pay a decent attention to the lecture, taking a good amount of notes, but his mind kept wandering elsewhere. Like what was for lunch. Or what was the answer to life, the universe and everything. Or what was the air-speed velocity ratio of an African swallow carrying a coconut together with a European swallow using a piece if string. Then he thought about lunch again. While he felt like he should be paying more attention, since one of his ancestors was a Norse god, surely they wouldn't mind him having Elevenses. He pulled out an English muffin with some bacon and brown sauce on it from out of his bag, and discreetly began eating it. When Allen suddenly began giving his passionate speech kn the Gentry Edward quickly stopped eating, wiped the crumbs off his face, and raised his hand. "So the Egyptian gods died? I thought Gods were pretty much immortal..."

[Olthar]

Surprised at the answer, Sari-chan paused for a moment to ponder before speaking up again, "True Fae? Who are they? What are they? Where did they come from? How can a god die? Aren't they immortal? What happened after that? Wait, gods are real? Oh, nevermind; I already knew that. Why were only the Egyptian gods killed? Did anyone else die? Where did the True Fae go off to? Are they going to come back? What happens if that happens? Are the gods going to come fight them again? What will we do? Is there somewhere we can hide? Can we fight the True Fae? Can they be killed? Am I asking too many questions?"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Edward saw the guy who had been sleeping last period stumble into the room and sit down next to him. "Hey, wake up, " he said softly, lightly poking him to gain his attention. "I don't think sleeping in this guy's class is such a good idea....."

James grumbled. "Piss off. The Math teacher trashed my room last night and destroyed everything I own, so I didn't get much sleep..." With that, he closed his eyes again and tried to sleep, although History was one of his better subjects.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Edward tried to pay a decent attention to the lecture, taking a good amount of notes, but his mind kept wandering elsewhere. Like what was for lunch. Or what was the answer to life, the universe and everything. Or what was the air-speed velocity ratio of an African swallow carrying a coconut together with a European swallow using a piece if string. Then he thought about lunch again. While he felt like he should be paying more attention, since one of his ancestors was a Norse god, surely they wouldn't mind him having Elevenses. He pulled out an English muffin with some bacon and brown sauce on it from out of his bag, and discreetly began eating it. When Allen suddenly began giving his passionate speech kn the Gentry Edward quickly stopped eating, wiped the crumbs off his face, and raised his hand. "So the Egyptian gods died? I thought Gods were pretty much immortal..."

"Gods die." Allen said bluntly. "They can be killed. Depending on the god, it can be very difficult. But you can kill gods. I don't recommend taking it up as a hobby."

Surprised at the answer, Sari-chan paused for a moment to ponder before speaking up again, "True Fae? Who are they? What are they? Where did they come from? How can a god die? Aren't they immortal? What happened after that? Wait, gods are real? Oh, nevermind; I already knew that. Why were only the Egyptian gods killed? Did anyone else die? Where did the True Fae go off to? Are they going to come back? What happens if that happens? Are the gods going to come fight them again? What will we do? Is there somewhere we can hide? Can we fight the True Fae? Can they be killed? Am I asking too many questions?"

Allen's eye twitched. "Lots of people died. Fuck if I know where they went." His phone rang, and he glanced at the number. "Go hide off in your next class, class is over."

"There's still twenty minutes left..." a student said.

"Class is over. Go read pages 13-45 in your book and write me a summary on the Norse pantheon." he ordered, walking out of the room.

[AETEN II]

Meanwhile as the students were all learning about the Norse Pantheon, Malal was setting up his classroom, which doubled as his dorm (he did have a dorm, but he normally slept on a hideous throne, the bed was only used for... other things.). He had already constructed his throne, similar to the one he made back in Nilfheim, a horrible piece of furniture made out of the dead- reanimated and trapped in a state of limbo. The skeletons were frozen in various positions to form a thrown. Those on the bottom were kneeling, their hands lifted above them and placed near their contorted backs as to increase the surface area. Those that formed the arms were standing with their skulls stuck forward, like a pigeon walking, with their mouths held agape. And finally, those that formed the back of the seat were standing upon those who were kneeling and were holding their hands up in the air, holding a skull in each hand. All but the middle one however, as he held a sword that ran through the leather straps of a viking shield that covered the entire back of the throne. On the shield was a complex design, a runic dragon tied around the Earth and the dimensions it resided in. Jǫrmungandr.

Malal smiled as he took his seat, his hands curled around the skulls at the end of the arm rests, slipping into the skeleton's eye sockets. Yes, this did indeed feel good. He was home, or at least as close as he could possibly come to it. But he was home. It felt good. If only he could have his two hellhounds at his flanks, then he would be truly happy. He missed those two lovable creatures. It certainly was his favorite gift from mother.
Hopefully though his class would start soon. He didn't like to wait.

[Constaniana]

"Oh ok..." Edward responded, quietly going back to his snack. When Allen said class was over he didn't have any complaints. Well, more time to go find something to eat then, he thought as he packed up his stuff and looked around the room. Everyone seemed a little surprised, and there was some students murmuring about why Allen would let them leave class so early, but Edward didn't stop to talk to them.

[Cthulhutu]

Ivy yawned. The classes so far had been...well, fairly average. The biology class was interesting, but the history teacher...wasn't very good, to be honest. He had just walked out of the room. Of course, she couldn't blame him. Sarina had bombed him with quesitons, and he was a stressed old man. The result was easily predictable. Bored, she looked down at her notes from the two classes.

All five pages sat there on the desk, perfectly organized, with small, neatly written handwriting covering them completely.

She poked Sarina.

"Hey, Sari! What do you think about the classes so far? Isn't the old guy interesting? Do you want help with your work? I saw you asking Rayne earlier. Say, what class is next? Is it math? Math is my favorite class. I wonder who teaches it. Hopefully, it's not the crazy hobo dude. What do you think?" she whispered (rather loudly).

[Mavorpen]

Izanagi thought his notebook was going to burst into flames. He wrote so fast, and so much, that he could have sworn one of the pages began smoking. He was not going to fail any tests or quizzes in this class. Normally, he was a laid back guy, and didn't care about much. But, maybe it was all of the years of discipline forced upon him by his parents. Maybe it was the culture of his homeland, Japan that unlocked this hardcore desire to study.

For some reason, class ended twenty minutes early. Not that Izanagi wasn't happy that he didn't have to write anymore, but he just hoped that they got enough information needed to pass up any upcoming quizzes or tests. He shook his head and thought, Oh shut up, stop worrying. That's not like you.

He gathered up his things and walked out of the room, walking to his next class. He forgot what the subject of the next class was, and on the way to the class, found his dorm. He dumped the biology and history textbook on his bed and took the remaining books that he hadn't used today.

[Olthar]

Turning to Ivy, Sari-chan answered, "Sure, Ivy-chan! I wasn't able to talk to Raye-Raye-chan for very long before the next class began, but it seems like we have some extra time now, and I could use all the help I can get. This science stuff is hard."

Pulling a tupperware container out of her Hammerspace, Sari-chan opened it, and instantly the room was filled with unspeakably horrid scent. Sticking some chopsticks into the container, she pulled out a wiggling tentacle and stuck it in her mouth.

Still chewing, she turned back to Ivy, " I haff shome leffofer faffles if you fanf any."

[Constaniana]

Edward found the next classroom, wondering who was teaching it. The animal lady, that skeleton bloke...you've got to be kidding me. HE'S teaching math class? he thought, groaning inwardly as he sat down near the back of the room. Well, he never cared for math anyway, and the druggie standing in the front of the room probably knew nothing about it any way, so there probably wouldn't be much learning or work involved at all, aside from avoiding Lewis's wrath.

[Malshan]

Namekus padded into the room, noting the presence of the monkey man. "Oh gods. This will be interesting" he muttered. Who knows? Maybe this will make math fun. The only thing fun in math class was when that teacher in fifth grade let us eat the candy we were using for division. I agree with Wolf. Nothing good ever comes of numbers.

He switched forms and sat at one of the desks, gazing up at the front of the room. Bored out of his skull already, he let his eyes wander around the room in search of something remotely interesting.

[Erinkita]

History wasn't at all what Shissk expected. From the glances she'd taken at the textbook, she had expected a boring series of names and dates and dull events that used to be important. This was... stories. Stories were different to historical events because historical events didn't matter after a few hundred years, but stories stayed important forever. These gods, these gentry. These were things she wanted to know about. The way Allan talked about them, it was obvious he really knew. He might have even been there.

Shissk didn't ask questions, she just listened intently. And when that twice-damned catgirl who had gone to sleep in her corner last night started barraging him with her incessant questions, Shissk idly considered biting the girl to get her to shut up for a few minutes. Her anger spiked after Allan walked out. True, it was because he got a phone call, but it was obvious her questions had touched a nerve with him and nobody said mermaids were reasonable. As far as Shissk was concerned, it was the catgirl's fault. Add to that the abominable smell of her lunch, and Shissk stalked off to maths class in a bitter mood.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Lewis' (conscious) students would immediately notice something strange when they walked into his room.

"CHICKENSHIT!" Lewis shouted as he smashed his computer monitor into his desk, "TELL ME YOUR PLANS, ROBOT! WHAT DOES THE WITCH-BOX WANT FROM ME?! WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?! IS IT CROWLEY?! THE CIA?! TELL ME, DAMN IT!"

He smacked the monitor against his desk one more time before chucking it towards his window, which was closed up until the part where a computer monitor crashed through it and landed on the lawn below. Lewis took a few deep breathes and then turned, noticing the kids walking into his class.

"What the fuck do you midgets want?" he grumbled, before he began to realize, "Is it time for that 'teaching' bullshit Crowley told me about?"

He sighed.

"Fine," he grumbled, "I'll 'teach' you 'math'. Now, I hope all of you fucknuts can add and subtract, 'cause if you can't, you're fucked. To be entirely honest, nothing beyond that is even worth teaching you or useful in any way, shape, or form, unless you plan to do all that science-y bullshit, but we all know that 80% of you are going to be fry cooks at a McDonald's or strippers. I'm here to torture you, basically, out of some kind of misplaced idea that you'll end up better than your precursors if we just learn the fuck out of you, which is totally why teen pregnancy is rising. At least, I think it is. Last time I checked my statistics was... 1911. Whatever. I don't give a fucking shit. My one and only job is to keep you from touching the hard drugs, like whatever Crowley does while watching men do unsavory things together on his witch-box."

Lewis picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the letters "P", "E", "M", "D", "A", "S", and "S" on his chalkboard, in that order.

"Bearing that in mind, today, we're learning about Pem-dahs," Lewis explained, "Pem-dahs is a complex equation designed for use in converting numericals into other numericals. It stands for 'Pacific-to-English Mathematics Difference Assessment SystemS'. Basically, if it is an even number, you multiply the number by half of itself, so, uh, 4 would be 4x2, which be 8. If it's an odd number, the answer is always 7. Don't ask questions, it's just always fucking 7. Got it? Now, we do this to convert European numericals to American numericals, because American numericals are always bigger than European numericals, just like other things. Like tits. So, if I have 6 apples and 5 bananas in Spain, how many would I have in America?"

[Agritum]

Hilde went to Lewis' class, sitting at a desk and rifling through her math textbook. She hated math. Math was boring. And abstract. And people who said that it was perfect didn't know the meaning of that word in the Merriam Webster dictionary.

Still, Lewis seemed...interesting. Afterall, he had arrived in the school by crashing an airplane in the lawn. Surely he had much more tricks up his sleeves. So, Hilde waited for the lesson to start, more interested in what thhe teacher would do instead of the subject itself.

[Mavorpen]

Izanagi walked the hallway for a few minutes, and considered the high probability of being late to class. He had stopped to actually look at his schedule and smiled. Math wasn't a bad class at all, although it could be excruciatingly boring at times. He decided to jog the rest of the way to the class and managed to make it early surprisingly.

He walked in and took a seat in the front this time. He instantly regretted it, due to the teacher yelling at the top of his lungs half the time and/or hitting something. Izanagi's ears hurt and he winced every now and then. He also noticed something: the teacher had absolutely no knowledge about the subject at hand. He sighed. Why couldn't we have an Asian teacher?

[Vareiln]

Fel walked out of the rather interesting history class when it was finished.
He walked into the math class to see the homeless teacher assaulting an innocent computer.
This guy's got some serious problems...
He went to sit down and listened to the beginning of the teacher's lesson.
It was something about that PEMDAS tactic, but Fel was sure that the teacher didn't know anything about it.
After hearing the teacher's question, Fel decided to answer with a guess to entertain the teacher.
He raised his hand, like how he hasn't done in ages.
Gods, this is nostalgic. And not in a good way...

[Nationstatelandsville]

Fel walked out of the rather interesting history class when it was finished.
He walked into the math class to see the homeless teacher assaulting an innocent computer.
This guy's got some serious problems...
He went to sit down and listened to the beginning of the teacher's lesson.
It was something about that PEMDAS tactic, but Fel was sure that the teacher didn't know anything about it.
After hearing the teacher's question, Fel decided to answer with a guess to entertain the teacher.
He raised his hand, like how he hasn't done in ages.
Gods, this is nostalgic. And not in a good way...

"Mr. Smellslikeshit," Lewis said to Fel, "since you insist upon raising your hand like a mentally handicapped penguin in a starched tuxedo, thereby disturbing my class and spreading your pit stench, I expect you to answer the question and then report to Headmaster Crowley's office for breaking the rules. And then take a shower. Seriously. You smell like dog."

[Erinkita]

The banjo-playing freak who snubbed her at dinner was screaming at a computer. Well, that made sense at least. Computers were frustrating and never did what you expected them to do. Nonetheless, Shissk was already annoyed and the teacher's ranting wasn't helping things. Most of what he was talking about seemed like complete gibberish to her, especially when he actually started talking about the subject. Perhaps this made sense to someone, but Shissk wasn't taking in a word. Looking to her right, the boy with the tail seemed to actually be in pain. Shissk made an attempt at a sympathetic hissing noise, despite her increasingly irritated mood.