Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Still hugging the bunny, Ciel noticed how Rayne approached to pet it, but then she was pushed aside rather suddenly by Sarina, who then took the bunny and hugged it herself, apologizing to the creature. When she was pushed aside, Ciel's hat fell from her head, but she didn't pay attention to this and instead approached the bunny to pet it once again, and perhaps hum to try to cheer it up, but then, the bunny spoke once again, telling everyone that she was fine. Hearing this, Ciel smiled, and picked up her hat, placing it back on her head before taking the bunny and placing it back at her miniature desk at the front of the classroom. She then went back to her seat and awaited for the class to continue.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Unfortunately for Ivy, that empty classroom she had walked into was only momentarily empty. Lewis Jameson, previous owner of the now-unoccupied math classroom, barged in with a hug of hot coffee that smelled quite a bit like death.

"Oh, uh, this isn't my class anymore, is it?" he muttered when he stepped in, before he noticed Ivy, "Somethin' wrong, kid?"

Ivy wiped her eyes on her sleeves, and then looked up, wondering who it was. She was rather surprised to see that it was the Geography teacher. If she remembered correctly, his name was Mr. Jameson. Hadn't he taught Math two years ago? He looked much better than he had appeared two years ago. The man had obviously cleaned up quite a bit. She sighed.

"No, Mr. Jameson, this is not your class. I apologize if I accidently lead you to think that."

She paused for a moment, and looked at Lewis rather despondentley with her red-tinged eyes.

"And, yes, Mr. Jameson, there is something wrong, but I do not wish to trouble you with my concerns." she said, trying not to let her voice betray her feelings.

"Kid, I get paid to teach horny teenage brats who can breathe fire and regularly vandalize school property what the coast of Africa looks like," Lewis replied. "Literally anythin' other than is relaxin' to me. If ye' need to talk to someone and don't feel like dealin' with the Three Stooges or fuckin' an unfathomable monstrosity from the fringes of logic, my door's always open. 'Cept when I'm not there, it's locked, or stuck for some reason. Or just closed. But all of the other times, it's open. By default.

Ye' should probably be gettin' to class, though. There's a new security guard roamin' around and he has the biggest inferiority complex this side of France."

[Metanih]

Rayne moved over to the bunny. "Hey, perhaps we could work out a plan so that we wouldn't fight in the middle of class? I am free in an hour or two." Rayne whispered, looking over to Sari-chan. Her little encounter with her had been cut short, and given the pair's history, she doubted Sarina would have qualms over skipping the next class. "You can finish off this class." Rayne said, looking around. She didn't carry a watch, but she guessed the class wasn't that far from over, like the rabbit guessed.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James sat in his car, stunned. "Oh, go suck a rabbit's cock." He finally told Richard, before getting out and putting on his uniform. He kept his belt, revolver, and shoulder holster, though, because this is Elfen High.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

James sat in his car, stunned. "Oh, go suck a rabbit's cock." He finally told Richard, before getting out and putting on his uniform. He kept his belt, revolver, and shoulder holster, though, because this is Elfen High.

Richard raised an eyebrow. "You want me to go suck a rabbit's cock? Well, it's Elfen High. I suppose I can't be surprised that a few people have fetishes involving old men blowing rabbits. Whatever you get off on." he said. Then he put an embarrassing sticker on James' front, which said "Custodian's assistant."

"You hear that sound? That was the universe telling you you really fucked up, boy." Richard said cheerfully. "Now, I'd suggest cleaning your car right now, but when you get back here after your shift, it'll have shit all over it. So it'd be best to just do it all at once when you come back. First stop? Girl's bathroom. Pay close attention to the walls. Reading the stuff on the walls is very educational. And school is for learning, after all."

[AETEN II]

Wilhelm dropped Maria off at the Infirmary, sliding her off his left shoulder and lightly dumping her in a bed, her feet barely even passed the middle of it. Wilhelm then left the med room and walked into a hallway, now pacing about and wondering what to do. He certainly wasn't going back to that sex ed class. Not only was it more insane than he likely was, the people teaching it (unlike Lewis), knew jack shit about the topic. Or at least on how to teach it. He had a feeling that the humanish teacher (nothing at this school was a pure species) got around, and a lot at that. Of course, he couldn't be certain due to his long isolation from society. It was impossible for him to judge others as he had no base reference of normal. His normal was eating your former species and taking whatever you wished, as the law ha no power over him.

It did not need to be said that this was a terrible reference.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Jade shrugged, and knocked lightly on the door that held a placard with Nyarlathotep's name on it, along with a list of degrees that Jade doubted she actually held. She doubted anyone in this school held any kind of degree, actually. "Erm, Nyarla?" she asked through the door. "Are you in there?"

Nyarla snapped her fingers and the door opened, swinging wide. The Outer God smiled widely, her teeth shining like polished chips of alabaster under the harsh glow of fluorescent light. The office itself wasn't terribly impressive, just four brick walls painted white, a few lights, a desk with some paper and personal effects, and a wall of degrees she had received from her time studying at the University of Bucharest in the seventies. She beckoned for the young Jade to sit down upon one of the wooden chairs in front of her desk, afterwards placing one hand atop the other on the desk. The smile plastered upon her face continued to be there, her eyes twinkling like golden crescents. In the sweetest voice possible, she spoke.

"What can I do for you, Jade?" She asked.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Jade shrugged, and knocked lightly on the door that held a placard with Nyarlathotep's name on it, along with a list of degrees that Jade doubted she actually held. She doubted anyone in this school held any kind of degree, actually. "Erm, Nyarla?" she asked through the door. "Are you in there?"

Nyarla snapped her fingers and the door opened, swinging wide. The Outer God smiled widely, her teeth shining like polished chips of alabaster under the harsh glow of fluorescent light. The office itself wasn't terribly impressive, just four brick walls painted white, a few lights, a desk with some paper and personal effects, and a wall of degrees she had received from her time studying at the University of Bucharest in the seventies. She beckoned for the young Jade to sit down upon one of the wooden chairs in front of her desk, afterwards placing one hand atop the other on the desk. The smile plastered upon her face continued to be there, her eyes twinkling like golden crescents. In the sweetest voice possible, she spoke.

"What can I do for you, Jade?" She asked.

Jade slumped into one of the chairs, and then kicked her feet up, having the presence of mind to encase her feet in a globe of force and float them a few inches away from the desk. It was a nice desk, hardwood by the look of it, and Jade didn't want to get it dirty from her shoes. "James is back..." she said quietly, a frown on her face. "I got revenge, of course. Slapped him. Looked like he was going to try something, but he didn't. Just walked out and kept ranting at Crowley."

She sighed, and then some of the tension left her, although it was obvious she was still tense. "I don't even know."

[The Nuclear Fist]

Jade slumped into one of the chairs, and then kicked her feet up, having the presence of mind to encase her feet in a globe of force and float them a few inches away from the desk. It was a nice desk, hardwood by the look of it, and Jade didn't want to get it dirty from her shoes. "James is back..." she said quietly, a frown on her face. "I got revenge, of course. Slapped him. Looked like he was going to try something, but he didn't. Just walked out and kept ranting at Crowley."

She sighed, and then some of the tension left her, although it was obvious she was still tense. "I don't even know."

Nyarlathotep's smile faltered a bit upon hearing that James had returned, but her cheerful demeanor and pleasant glow did not. "We never really spoke about James. How are you handling his return, emotionally?" She asked, concern in her voice. Jade was a close, personal friend of hers, and it simply would not do if she was beating herself up over him. The Outer God leaned forward, placing a hand on Jade's foot. She was sure that placing your hand atop someone else's was a good way of showing emotional support, but since Jade only had her feet up, one of them would have to do. They were quite dainty and slender, so they were close enough, anyway. Nyarla made eye contact with Jade, giving a concerned smile. She hoped her friend wouldn't notice that her degrees weren't actually in anything relating to psychology, but were instead for the history and political makeup of Gibraltar.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Jade slumped into one of the chairs, and then kicked her feet up, having the presence of mind to encase her feet in a globe of force and float them a few inches away from the desk. It was a nice desk, hardwood by the look of it, and Jade didn't want to get it dirty from her shoes. "James is back..." she said quietly, a frown on her face. "I got revenge, of course. Slapped him. Looked like he was going to try something, but he didn't. Just walked out and kept ranting at Crowley."

She sighed, and then some of the tension left her, although it was obvious she was still tense. "I don't even know."

Nyarlathotep's smile faltered a bit upon hearing that James had returned, but her cheerful demeanor and pleasant glow did not. "We never really spoke about James. How are you handling his return, emotionally?" She asked, concern in her voice. Jade was a close, personal friend of hers, and it simply would not do if she was beating herself up over him. The Outer God leaned forward, placing a hand on Jade's foot. She was sure that placing your hand atop someone else's was a good way of showing emotional support, but since Jade only had her feet up, one of them would have to do. They were quite dainty and slender, so they were close enough, anyway. Nyarla made eye contact with Jade, giving a concerned smile. She hoped her friend wouldn't notice that her degrees weren't actually in anything relating to psychology, but were instead for the history and political makeup of Gibraltar.

"Badly..." Jade admitted. "On the one hand, I want to be nice to him, because he was the only real relationship I had. On the other, I want to kill him for leaving like that. It screwed me up, I'm sure you remember." Jade certainly remembered those dark days, and presumed Nyarlathotep did as well. Speaking of Nyarlathotep, the Outer God had her hand on Jade's foot, and Jade found it extremely difficult to find anything to say about the situation. She knew the Outer God still had warm, soft skin like a human, but it surprised her every time since she had seen the Black Man during the Hell mission. Still, she kinda wished it was her hand the counselor was patting gently, so she sat up, her feet dropping to the floor, and scooted her chair inwards. "This is kinda burdening me down, so I'm not even sure how to put it. Does it makes sense, what I said about James?" She cradled her chin in one hand - propping herself up on her elbow, her other arm laying on the desk uncertainly.

[The Nuclear Fist]

"Badly..." Jade admitted. "On the one hand, I want to be nice to him, because he was the only real relationship I had. On the other, I want to kill him for leaving like that. It screwed me up, I'm sure you remember." Jade certainly remembered those dark days, and presumed Nyarlathotep did as well. Speaking of Nyarlathotep, the Outer God had her hand on Jade's foot, and Jade found it extremely difficult to find anything to say about the situation. She knew the Outer God still had warm, soft skin like a human, but it surprised her every time since she had seen the Black Man during the Hell mission. Still, she kinda wished it was her hand the counselor was patting gently, so she sat up, her feet dropping to the floor, and scooted her chair inwards. "This is kinda burdening me down, so I'm not even sure how to put it. Does it makes sense, what I said about James?" She cradled her chin in one hand - propping herself up on her elbow, her other arm laying on the desk uncertainly.

Nyarla placed her hand atop Jade's, her wide grin dropping to a more easily manageable slight smile. The mention of James being her only real relationship hit her in the heart, but it was something Jade wouldn't have visibly noticed. The counselor nodded silently as the younger woman spoke, waiting patiently until she had finished. "It does, Jade. It is normal to feel that way. James just up and left as if what you two had was nothing, even after he confessed his love to you. That would be a heavy cross for anyone to bare. But it isn't your fault, you did nothing wrong. But don't let it eat you up, you shouldn't hold a grudge. There are plenty of others who care about you." Explained Nyarla, her voice warm and sweet, like honey. She had unconsciously leaned onto her desk, one elbow supporting her, hand under her chin. Her lavender perfume would be wafting into Jade's nose. Nyarla had been around for a long time, and she cared for Jade more than any other mortal, which technically isn't saying a lot, but fuck you and your couch. She restrained herself from leaning in further, resisting the temptation to kiss Jade.

[Hetland 2]

Maria woke up with a start, looking around at her surroundings quickly figuring out that she was in the nurse's office. Her heart fell, I fainted again... She quickly checked to see if her panties were still dry, and was relieved to find that they were slightly wet, but not terribly. Maria bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears. "Why can't I go one stupid day without fainting or wetting myself. Why? What did I do to deserve this? I'm worthless."
She felt the self-hatred bubbling up as she curled herself into the fetal position, and sobbed into her knees, desperately hoping both that someone would come comfort her and that no one would see her.

[The Inritus Extraho]

"Badly..." Jade admitted. "On the one hand, I want to be nice to him, because he was the only real relationship I had. On the other, I want to kill him for leaving like that. It screwed me up, I'm sure you remember." Jade certainly remembered those dark days, and presumed Nyarlathotep did as well. Speaking of Nyarlathotep, the Outer God had her hand on Jade's foot, and Jade found it extremely difficult to find anything to say about the situation. She knew the Outer God still had warm, soft skin like a human, but it surprised her every time since she had seen the Black Man during the Hell mission. Still, she kinda wished it was her hand the counselor was patting gently, so she sat up, her feet dropping to the floor, and scooted her chair inwards. "This is kinda burdening me down, so I'm not even sure how to put it. Does it makes sense, what I said about James?" She cradled her chin in one hand - propping herself up on her elbow, her other arm laying on the desk uncertainly.

Nyarla placed her hand atop Jade's, her wide grin dropping to a more easily manageable slight smile. The mention of James being her only real relationship hit her in the heart, but it was something Jade wouldn't have visibly noticed. The counselor nodded silently as the younger woman spoke, waiting patiently until she had finished. "It does, Jade. It is normal to feel that way. James just up and left as if what you two had was nothing, even after he confessed his love to you. That would be a heavy cross for anyone to bare. But it isn't your fault, you did nothing wrong. But don't let it eat you up, you shouldn't hold a grudge. There are plenty of others who care about you." Explained Nyarla, her voice warm and sweet, like honey. She had unconsciously leaned onto her desk, one elbow supporting her, hand under her chin. Her lavender perfume would be wafting into Jade's nose. Nyarla had been around for a long time, and she cared for Jade more than any other mortal, which technically isn't saying a lot, but fuck you and your couch. She restrained herself from leaning in further, resisting the temptation to kiss Jade.

Jade smiled happily. "I-I guess that's true..." she murmured, and then continued on. "It's nice to hear that it's normal, I guess. And even nicer to hear people still care." Jade bit her lip. Something was bugging her. First, Malal had said Nyarlathotep was bugging him to push Jade towards her, then the counselor's smile had dropped when she mentioned James, and her tone seemed to have changed since Jade mentioned her anger. Oh well, it was nothing. Probably. She blinked, and then sniffed lightly, leaning in towards Nyarla. Was that... Lavender? Her house had a lavender bush outside, from what she remembered. The smell still made her think of home, and she drifted off for an instant - less than a second - before shaking herself lightly and coming back to the conversation.

[Ameriganastan]

Maria woke up with a start, looking around at her surroundings quickly figuring out that she was in the nurse's office. Her heart fell, I fainted again... She quickly checked to see if her panties were still dry, and was relieved to find that they were slightly wet, but not terribly. Maria bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears. "Why can't I go one stupid day without fainting or wetting myself. Why? What did I do to deserve this? I'm worthless."
She felt the self-hatred bubbling up as she curled herself into the fetal position, and sobbed into her knees, desperately hoping both that someone would come comfort her and that no one would see her.

"Oh, enough already!"

Wondering the halls due to skipping Sex-ed, Laz had wondered by the infirmary, and found a sight that greatly annoyed him: a sobbing girl.

"Alright kid, you need some help. First off..."

Checking to make sure no one else was coming, he walked up and hugged her. Yes, hugged her. A regular one. No bone crushing force or anything. He then released her, and flicked her in the forehead.

"Looky here, Girly. You seem to lack something. That something, is confidence. You're always quiet, you faint a lot, and I'm pretty sure I smelled piss last time. Well, no more. You need a teacher in the ways of delusional levels of self confidence. And lucky you, it's gonna be me. By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna be the most confident, bravest, and awesomest being to walk these halls since...me."

[Seshephe]

Frida was not even surprised when the bunny started to speak. She was beginning to think that
nothing could surprise her in this school anymore. In fact, she was starting to seriously doubt the
school part. Whatever this was it was not like any school that she had ever attended.

Frida was not particularly bothered by sex ed, she had sex ed classes since third grade and the
initial "sex is icky" reaction had pretty soon given way to "this is kind of boring" in her mind. This class,
however, had started quite interesting, in a half naked cat girl lesbian sexy times sort of way. She was
kind of sad that the bunny had broken it off.
Stretching she absent mindedly wondered when the next class was going to be.
And lunch, she could definitely go for some lunch right about now. Especially considering that she had
missed breakfast entirely.
When Ciel returned to the desk she asked her rather sluggishly.
"Uhm Ciel, do you know when the next class is supposed to start?"
"Or maybe lunch? When do we get lunch anyway? I'm starving."

[Hetland 2]

"Oh, enough already!"

Wondering the halls due to skipping Sex-ed, Laz had wondered by the infirmary, and found a sight that greatly annoyed him: a sobbing girl.

"Alright kid, you need some help. First off..."

Checking to make sure no one else was coming, he walked up and hugged her. Yes, hugged her. A regular one. No bone crushing force or anything. He then released her, and flicked her in the forehead.

"Looky here, Girly. You seem to lack something. That something, is confidence. You're always quiet, you faint a lot, and I'm pretty sure I smelled piss last time. Well, no more. You need a teacher in the ways of delusional levels of self confidence. And lucky you, it's gonna be me. By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna be the most confident, bravest, and awesomest being to walk these halls since...me."

Maria didn't know quite what to make of her situation. She was confused and scared, but she wanted to believe Laz, she knew that for certain. Before she new it she was laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, she tried wiping off her tears to little success and decided instead to just hug Laz, sobbing into his shirt.
"If you can work with someone like me... I'll try my hardest." She looked up and laughed, wiping off her tears. "Thanks, Laz."

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James swept the halls of Elfen High, having changed back into his preferred clothing instead of the janitorial uniform. At least I'm here, safe. He thought to himself. Plus, I've got the targets right where I want 'em. Soon as I get a chance to take 'em out stealthily, I'll take it.

He whistled a simple tune, continuing to sweep, not paying attention to where he was going.

[Nude East Ireland]

James swept the halls of Elfen High, having changed back into his preferred clothing instead of the janitorial uniform. At least I'm here, safe. He thought to himself. Plus, I've got the targets right where I want 'em. Soon as I get a chance to take 'em out stealthily, I'll take it.

He whistled a simple tune, continuing to sweep, not paying attention to where he was going.

Damien happened to be leaning against a wall in the hallway, and looked at James, a smirk flashing across his young face. "James Callahan, mighty assassin from all across the world. Killing angels must beat mopping floors, huh?" Damien just watched James, studying his movements. "So how exactly does a high school dropout become one of the most wanted men in the entire world, I wonder? Care to enlighten me on this?"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James swept the halls of Elfen High, having changed back into his preferred clothing instead of the janitorial uniform. At least I'm here, safe. He thought to himself. Plus, I've got the targets right where I want 'em. Soon as I get a chance to take 'em out stealthily, I'll take it.

He whistled a simple tune, continuing to sweep, not paying attention to where he was going.

Damien happened to be leaning against a wall in the hallway, and looked at James, a smirk flashing across his young face. "James Callahan, mighty assassin from all across the world. Killing angels must beat mopping floors, huh?" Damien just watched James, studying his movements. "So how exactly does a high school dropout become one of the most wanted men in the entire world, I wonder? Care to enlighten me on this?"

James stopped whistling and grinned at Damien. "Actually, I have you to thank for that, my good friend." He said, clapping a hand onto the student's shoulder. "Y'see, when I left the school, I had nowhere to go! My parents had disowned me, Crowley wouldn't accept me back, and Jade was growing more and more distant, so I had to find some way to survive. That's when I remembered that you are a self-proclaimed vampire hunter, and an idea clicked!" He gave a booming laugh. "I decided to go and do what your ancestors did and you can't, but better, while also taking a few assassinations on the side. You would not believe how many CIA-types wanted someone capable of dealing with supernaturals and willing to ignore the rules to do so."

He gave Damien a kiss on the cheek, then smacked him on the back, causing him to stumble forward. "Thanks for the inspiration, buddy! Have a good day!" And with that he continued down the hall, now humming a new song, not a care in the world, a gigantic smirk across his face.

[Ameriganastan]

"Oh, enough already!"

Wondering the halls due to skipping Sex-ed, Laz had wondered by the infirmary, and found a sight that greatly annoyed him: a sobbing girl.

"Alright kid, you need some help. First off..."

Checking to make sure no one else was coming, he walked up and hugged her. Yes, hugged her. A regular one. No bone crushing force or anything. He then released her, and flicked her in the forehead.

"Looky here, Girly. You seem to lack something. That something, is confidence. You're always quiet, you faint a lot, and I'm pretty sure I smelled piss last time. Well, no more. You need a teacher in the ways of delusional levels of self confidence. And lucky you, it's gonna be me. By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna be the most confident, bravest, and awesomest being to walk these halls since...me."

Maria didn't know quite what to make of her situation. She was confused and scared, but she wanted to believe Laz, she knew that for certain. Before she new it she was laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, she tried wiping off her tears to little success and decided instead to just hug Laz, sobbing into his shirt.
"If you can work with someone like me... I'll try my hardest." She looked up and laughed, wiping off her tears. "Thanks, Laz."

"Okay...lesson one. No more crying. One, because always bawling makes you look like a grade-A wimp, and two..."

He pried her off of himself, and pointed at his shirt.

"Because I don't need any more snot and tear stains on my shirt. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get stains out of clothes that technically don't exist..."

[Nude East Ireland]

Damien happened to be leaning against a wall in the hallway, and looked at James, a smirk flashing across his young face. "James Callahan, mighty assassin from all across the world. Killing angels must beat mopping floors, huh?" Damien just watched James, studying his movements. "So how exactly does a high school dropout become one of the most wanted men in the entire world, I wonder? Care to enlighten me on this?"

James stopped whistling and grinned at Damien. "Actually, I have you to thank for that, my good friend." He said, clapping a hand onto the student's shoulder. "Y'see, when I left the school, I had nowhere to go! My parents had disowned me, Crowley wouldn't accept me back, and Jade was growing more and more distant, so I had to find some way to survive. That's when I remembered that you are a self-proclaimed vampire hunter, and an idea clicked!" He gave a booming laugh. "I decided to go and do what your ancestors did and you can't, but better, while also taking a few assassinations on the side. You would not believe how many CIA-types wanted someone capable of dealing with supernaturals and willing to ignore the rules to do so."

He gave Damien a kiss on the cheek, then smacked him on the back, causing him to stumble forward. "Thanks for the inspiration, buddy! Have a good day!" And with that he continued down the hall, now humming a new song, not a care in the world, a gigantic smirk across his face.

Damien leaned back against the wall, and looked at James. "Good to know I was always right about you Callahan," he replied, as he watched James walk off. "You're a follower and a copycat, more so now than two years ago when you let Ivy die." He smiled, and wiped James' spit off of his cheek.

[Seshephe]

When class was finally over Frida was happy to learn that it was time for lunch brake.
'I haven't yet gotten to see the training facilities of this place' she pondered
'perhaps I'll have some time after lunch to go check them out'
And so it was decided.
"I'll meet you in the dining hall Ciel" she said eagerly
"I'm just going to go fetch my sword first, I thought I would maybe go check out the
training grounds later if I get the chance. See ya'!"
And with that she was out of the classroom faster than anyone could blink. (Quite
literally as she teleported out into the corridor)

She started to happily skip down the corridor towards her room.
Her sword, which she had dubbed Eldtand, wasn't a great sort of sword by magical
standards, she supposed. But it was one of her favourite possessions. Her father
had ordered it for her on her 12th birthday to celebrate that she had won the silver
medal in the regional Nordic youth fencing championship. It was a real Katakana,
made in Japan. It had been quite expensive.

[Amon and Friends]

Pierre heard arguing. He smiled. Perhaps it was some students fighting. He'd enjoy watching that, and he could probably give somebody detention. Quickly, he started walking down the corridor to see who it was. Unluckily, he was mildly disappointed when he saw who it was. It was just the stoner guy and...wait, was that lightning kid? From the arena? Pierre grinned when he saw the badge. "Assistant Janitor". That was amusing. He walked up to the two.

"Hey, janitor! Scrub my boots, would you?" he said, smirking, and then he started laughing. He turned to Damien.

"Hey, I remember you. Sword guy, from the arena, right? Look at how lightning kid turned out. I'm in a higher position of authority than he is. I remember him talking about teamwork and leadership, and look at em' now!" said Pierre, smiling. He adjusted his sunglasses, and smirked.

On a normal day, he probably wouldn't have done this, but he was in a dismal mood. It was mainly because he was rather tired, which annoyed him. His time that day had been mainly used walking through the depths of the school, and he had barely slept at all the previous night, due to the flute-girl and his own thoughts.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So now it was the lunch hour. Since none of the teacher payers are apparently wanting to teach, I'm fast forwarding and claiming al of their classes have been done. Now its lunch and then self-defence.

Crowley stood, looking at himself in the mirror. "I look good." he whistled. "At least one thing is good in the world. And Callahan is my janitor. Richard is loving that." he said to himself, seeming rather happy. He sat down in a chair now, just thinking for a bit. Also using his phone to check the cameras throughout the school. Make sure all was working well. Though EVE would inform him otherwise. The robot was too well built not to- besides, Crowley had multiple safeguards set in case EVE went Skynet on him.

Crowley raised an eyebrow toward the sky. "Well. I'm trying." he said to nobody in particular. He then decided to jack off. It was a good exercise and routine to maintain.
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Minh decided to take a break from his job at helping guard the school on his offtime, giving the job to a few NPC students and teachers. Instead, he chose to go to the cafeteria. Not for food, he generally had a few crackers while patrolling, but just to watch the people. This is what he was fighting for, after all. He was loyal to Crowley, but he was affectionate to the people here. They were innocent people, generally. Well, perhaps not innocent, but the majority were not guilty of anything major.

This wasn't an army. But it could be a sanctuary. He looked around, saw his son, then looked away firmly. He started to walk out of the cafeteria, walking down the hallways. He ran into none other than Pierre, Damien and Custodian's Assistant James. "Anything going on here?" he asked, in the teacher tone implying that nothing better be going on here.
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Daisuke was in his wheelchair- no fucking duh, where else?- sitting down at a table and having a pizza. He was building something on the table, something rather resembling a perfect yellow sphere, though it was making beeping noises. Not many people paid too much attention- this was Elfen High. Just one or two glances to make sure nothing would explode.

He put away the screwdrivers and went back to his pizza. Interesting first day. Wonder how the rest of it would turn out.
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Meanwhile, in Hell.

Shit was going down. Beelzebub whistled to himself, chewing on a cheeseburger. This food product had made its way to Hell very quickly. Lots of heart attacks happened on Earth, and the humans who died immediately shared the knowledge of what killed them.

And Beelzebub loved this shit. Lucifer, he loved cheeseburgers. This shit was amazing. He'd eat them all day. And so he did. He munched on them while walking over to one of his workers, flies buzzing behind him. "So," he asked while chewing loudly, "How long until our plans should be ready?"

The demon he was speaking to wrinkled his nose at the stench coming from the fat, oversized demon. He wasn't exactly a pretty sight, with ooze coming out of every other pore. Some of the green ooze fell to the floor next to his feet. The demon kept ignoring it steadily, and just spoke briefly. "It's coming along well." he said, careful to breath through his mouth. "Just a few months longer."

"Unacceptable." Beezelbub said. Then he burped. The other demon almost barfed. He'd been to battlefields, but standing around the Lord of the Flies for five minutes was a far worse experience. "We need it done faster. Lord Azazel commands it."

The demon sighed. He didn't particularly want this job. He wanted to spend time by himself after a long life on the battlefields, contemplating history and math, and now he was stuck with this little know it all asshole fatass. "It'll be done when the damn thing gets done." he replied, annoyance in his voice. "I can't make it go faster. Or would you like to take over the project?"

Beezelbub growled in annoyance. "Fine. Just hurry up." he said, walking away in an annoyed manner.

The demon nodded respectfully, then stuck out his tongue at the demon as he walked off. Then the flies turned around and flew toward the unlucky bloke. Then landed on his tongue. Then he didn't have a tongue anymore.

[Amon and Friends]

Minh decided to take a break from his job at helping guard the school on his offtime, giving the job to a few NPC students and teachers. Instead, he chose to go to the cafeteria. Not for food, he generally had a few crackers while patrolling, but just to watch the people. This is what he was fighting for, after all. He was loyal to Crowley, but he was affectionate to the people here. They were innocent people, generally. Well, perhaps not innocent, but the majority were not guilty of anything major.

This wasn't an army. But it could be a sanctuary. He looked around, saw his son, then looked away firmly. He started to walk out of the cafeteria, walking down the hallways. He ran into none other than Pierre, Damien and Custodian's Assistant James. "Anything going on here?" he asked, in the teacher tone implying that nothing better be going on here.

Pierre looked over at Minh, and he nodded.

"Yes, something's going on. This janitor isn't doing his job right." he said, smiling nastily at James. He looked at Minh.

"Tell him to do his job right, would you?" he continued, sounding rather amused.