Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[Ameriganastan]

During the next week, Pierre almost completely vanished from the sight of the school. It was as if he had just randomly died.

Of course, that didn't happen. He had just ended up getting hopelessly lost.

After his confrontation with Lewis, he had set off into the depths of the school on the next day, to take some time for self-reflection. He needed some time to think, and he also needed some rest. And, really, nobody ever travelled that far into the school. Going there was a good idea.

Unluckily, like the absolutely brilliant genius he was, he left his GPS back in his room. And, unfortunetly, after the first day of aimless wandering, he realized that he was hopelessly lost. And, so, that week, he spent most of his time dejectedly wandering around the abandoned depths of the school. It was depressing. The lack of human contact was strange, and the only thing he heard was his own footsteps. Well, that wasn't counting the odd hissing and whispering that came from that basement, the dripping pipes, the clanging of the death piano, and the howling of the ghost in one of the upper rooms he had stumbled upon, but he wasn't even completely sure if that last one was real. Fortunately, Pierre knew the school well enough to slowly find his way back to the occupied areas. Gradually, he made his way back to the classrooms. He was fairly sure that he had only been gone for about two days.

Of course, really, he wasn't sure about that. All the clocks he found were either broken or off time, and he had forgotten his watch, but he hadn't been gone that long. However, exactly a week later, he managed to stumble directly into the dining hall.

That was rather lucky. Upon opening the doors, he looked around.

"Hey, does anyone have a razor? I could really use one." he said, looking slightly dazed.

"Pierre, buddy! Where have you been?"

Laz hopped over the counter, and delivered his usual bone crushing hug to Pierre.

"I haven't seen you in a week. I was actually starting to worry. Here, lets get you something to eat."

He guided Pierre over to a table, and quickly set some food in front of him.

"There we...go..."

Laz apparently realized how odd it looked for a man in a dress to hug another man, and give him food.

"...What?! Any of you got a problem with me? Huh?"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Still navigating through the hallways of Elfen High, humming to herself as she did so, Ciel continued heading towards the cafeteria. She soon came upon a most strange sight. There was a small river running across the hallway. It was odd, but it wasn't the strangest thing she had come across while at the school. During the past week, she had found stranger things in the hallways, such as a palm tree with a subliminal pair of coconuts, or a carnivorous plant with a temper. She chuckled a bit remembering those thing, and then ran towards the river, jumping across and then continuing on her way to the cafeteria.

Finally having the doors of the cafeteria within sight, Ciel continued approaching when she happened to bump into someone. Looking at the person she had bumped into, Ciel noticed that it was another girl, Frida's friend, Maria.

"My apologies, I should have been more careful. Are you alright?" She asked, offering her a hand.

[AETEN II]

Wilhelm sighed as simply stared at his Breakfast- or rather, his tenth. The conflicted being had woken up hours ago and had been eating for the sake of eating, attempting to fill the void within himself to stave off implosion of his being. Bored to death and feeling quite down, Will simply poked the pancakes soaked in syrup with a fork, pushing them too and fro across his plate before then twisting them together. Wilhelm continued to absentmindedly poke his food with the fork while his currently nonexistent eyes stared at the wall in front of his seat, the food was out of focus.
He sighed upon thinking of the past week, it wasn't truly pleasant. More conflict within his own mind that continued to threaten to rip himself apart, continued fights with 'Laz', and various other conflicts with students and staff. It was a rough week in a rough life. Hopefully that Kate girl wouldn't show up though. That bitch stretched him to his limits. He wanted to devour her lifeless body and rip it shreds. He knew he couldn't, but he wanted to do so and she was certainly testing his will.

[Hetland 2]

Still navigating through the hallways of Elfen High, humming to herself as she did so, Ciel continued heading towards the cafeteria. She soon came upon a most strange sight. There was a small river running across the hallway. It was odd, but it wasn't the strangest thing she had come across while at the school. During the past week, she had found stranger things in the hallways, such as a palm tree with a subliminal pair of coconuts, or a carnivorous plant with a temper. She chuckled a bit remembering those thing, and then ran towards the river, jumping across and then continuing on her way to the cafeteria.

Finally having the doors of the cafeteria within sight, Ciel continued approaching when she happened to bump into someone. Looking at the person she had bumped into, Ciel noticed that it was another girl, Frida's friend, Maria.

"My apologies, I should have been more careful. Are you alright?" She asked, offering her a hand.

Maria smiled, "No, it was my fault. I really ought to have been paying attention." She took Ciel's hand and helped herself up, grinning widely. "Anyways, how's your day been so far?" Maria seemed a little tired, there were bags forming under her eyes and her long blonde hair was messy and bedraggled, and not in her characteristic braid.
She yawned and stretched, her tiny body letting out some sickening cracks as she tried to limber herself out, speaking to herself rather than anyone else. "Sari-chan's been running me ragged. I'm not a catgirl or succubus... I need to stretch before running 3 miles..." Despite the nature of the complaint her voice remained light and gentle.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"I can see that you have been entertained this morning." Ciel said after hearing out Maria's complaints, and then simply looked at her. "You look a little bit tired. Perhaps you should try to rest when Sarina isn't at her room." She commented, before actually answering Maria's question. "My day has been fine so far. I got to practice my music a bit this morning, but then hunger began affecting me, so I came here. Which reminds me, I still have to get breakfast. It was nice to see you, Maria. Now if you'll excuse me." Ciel said, flashing Maria a smile before excusing herself and heading into the cafeteria, putting some food on a tray before sitting down on one of the tables closest to the window. Once she was there, she began eating in peace, not really paying attention to how Laz in a dress and Pierre were drawing quite a bit of attention or how Sarina's ice-cream was pretty close to the ceiling. Well, for the lenght of it's existence anyway.

[Neo Arcad]

Wilhelm sighed as simply stared at his Breakfast- or rather, his tenth. The conflicted being had woken up hours ago and had been eating for the sake of eating, attempting to fill the void within himself to stave off implosion of his being. Bored to death and feeling quite down, Will simply poked the pancakes soaked in syrup with a fork, pushing them too and fro across his plate before then twisting them together. Wilhelm continued to absentmindedly poke his food with the fork while his currently nonexistent eyes stared at the wall in front of his seat, the food was out of focus.
He sighed upon thinking of the past week, it wasn't truly pleasant. More conflict within his own mind that continued to threaten to rip himself apart, continued fights with 'Laz', and various other conflicts with students and staff. It was a rough week in a rough life. Hopefully that Kate girl wouldn't show up though. That bitch stretched him to his limits. He wanted to devour her lifeless body and rip it shreds. He knew he couldn't, but he wanted to do so and she was certainly testing his will.

Having dressed and gone through her morning routine, Kate made for the door of the dorm room, to leave and go get something to eat. She paused before leaving, though, and turned around. Something said it might be a good day to not forget a sword. The wazikashi would be fine. She carried it on and off, depending on the gut feeling she had about what the day held in store. So far, other than a few clashes with the denizens of the school's Eldritch halls, there wasn't any real occasion she'd had to sully the blade. In sparring with her peers, she didn't dare use a real sword; it would be fatal to land even an accidental blow. Not that she made mistakes, of course.

Arriving in the cafeteria immediately after Sarina polished off the largest ice cream cone ever, Katarina settled down to her typically light breakfast. Tray in hand, she sat down at the first table she arrived at, without really putting any of her powers of observation to work on the current denizens of the table in question. So it was a moment before she realized she'd sat down across from the shapeshifting being, who had begun developing into something of a rival or even enemy over the past few days. That being, of course, was Wilhelm. "Oh. It's you." Kate said, upon the realization making its impact. "How pleasant." The sarcasm dripped from her voice, thicker than the syrup which now congealed on the changeling's unattended food.

[AETEN II]

Wilhelm hissed in response to Kate taking a seat next to him, he didn't expect such an unwelcomed and ironic occurance.
"No, the pleasure is mine. Do not bother yourself with bearing it." Wilhelm said as he answered Kate's sarcasm with his own, greatly unnerved by he presence. Believing it best for his own safety, the changeling now snapped into the form of a Tyranid Termagaunt with a jet black coloration.
"Testing the ice of waters home to sharks is unwise girl. You are either a fool or are suicidal."

[Ende]

Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelemporta et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

Ivy took a deep breath, and opened her eyes, unclasping her hands. That really was the only way to start a proper day. Though the Almighty One had vanished a while ago, leaving his three sons, she believed that he may, somehow, somewhere, be still around.

She took out a comb, and ran it through her hair, before braiding it into a long braid down her back. Then, she proceeded to head to the lunch room. Personally, she detested the school in some ways. It was chaotic instead of orderly, Crowley broke every single commandment daily, and, worst of all, demons freely roamed the school. She wouldn't have minded the first two if the third one wasn't there. The mere presence of Rayne and Lazarian bothered her.

Demons didn't deserve to live. Not a single one. Most of the New Demonic Race had been created when Lucifer had rebelled from Uriel, Raphael, and Michael. Lucifer was a treacherous fool, claming that The Almighty One was dead, and instigating a horrible war, and his race was tainted by their creator. The Old Demonic Race were merely animalistic beasts, made to hate and destroy. While Uriel and Michael were somewhat misguided, seeing as there was a split from Heaven and Heavensgate, Lucifer was intentionally evil. Raphael was the holiest of all four, though.

And so, of course, she found herself extremely uncomfortable around Laz and Rayne. She tried not to think about James. She told herself that she had never liked him. He had killed an angel. Only a truly evil creature could do that. James was merely a disgusting mortal who she despised.

Of course, that was a lie. Inwardly, she wanted to help James. She wanted to redeem him. Of course, he would have a large amount of penance and repenting to do, but, surely, it would be worth it. She thought that, perhaps, on the inside, he was a good soul. But...then she remembered what James had actually said, and what Crowley said to James. Even thinking about it brought tears to her eyes at times.

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind, and proceeded to the lunch hall, where she sat down, by herself, and uninterestedly poked at the food with her fork.

[Constaniana]

Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelemporta et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

Ivy took a deep breath, and opened her eyes, unclasping her hands. That really was the only way to start a proper day. Though the Almighty One had vanished a while ago, leaving his three sons, she believed that he may, somehow, somewhere, be still around.

She took out a comb, and ran it through her hair, before braiding it into a long braid down her back. Then, she proceeded to head to the lunch room. Personally, she detested the school in some ways. It was chaotic instead of orderly, Crowley broke every single commandment daily, and, worst of all, demons freely roamed the school. She wouldn't have minded the first two if the third one wasn't there. The mere presence of Rayne and Lazarian bothered her.

Demons didn't deserve to live. Not a single one. Most of the New Demonic Race had been created when Lucifer had rebelled from Uriel, Raphael, and Michael. Lucifer was a treacherous fool, claming that The Almighty One was dead, and instigating a horrible war, and his race was tainted by their creator. The Old Demonic Race were merely animalistic beasts, made to hate and destroy. While Uriel and Michael were somewhat misguided, seeing as there was a split from Heaven and Heavensgate, Lucifer was intentionally evil. Raphael was the holiest of all four, though.

And so, of course, she found herself extremely uncomfortable around Laz and Rayne. She tried not to think about James. She told herself that she had never liked him. He had killed an angel. Only a truly evil creature could do that. James was merely a disgusting mortal who she despised.

Of course, that was a lie. Inwardly, she wanted to help James. She wanted to redeem him. Of course, he would have a large amount of penance and repenting to do, but, surely, it would be worth it. She thought that, perhaps, on the inside, he was a good soul. But...then she remembered what James had actually said, and what Crowley said to James. Even thinking about it brought tears to her eyes at times.

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind, and proceeded to the lunch hall, where she sat down, by herself, and uninterestedly poked at the food with her fork.

William came out of the lunch line with his food and walked through the hall looking for someone to sit with. He noticed the white-haired girl sitting by herself, seeming a bit lonely, so he decided to sit next to her. He doubted she was any worse than some of the other people in the lunchroom he could have sat with. "Hey what's your name?" He asked as he sat down next to her, taking a bite(sip?....whatever, soup is weird) of his noodle soup. She seemed a little familiar, but the Englishman couldn't quite figure out why....

[Nightkill the Emperor]

SAM was now paying a considerable deal of attention when Daisuke mentioned his drone having potential uses in combat situations. Through EVE's eyes, she paid attention to the quarter orc boy here. "Interesting." EVE said carefully. "Would you like to aid me in something then?"

Daisuke shrugged. "Name it. I'd enjoy building anything."

"We could use more robotic assistants here. I will help provide you with materials and help with the designs, but it would be useful to have some more assistants here, so we can do the various tasks more quickly and efficiently." EVE said, using the words SAM was sending her.

Daisuke raised an eyebrow. "That has huge potential to backfire." he said. "I've seen sci-fi movies. You could go on a rampage and kill everyone."

SAM considered that would be unproductive, to be frank. But EVE entered the Internet, looked around a bit and had an idea. "The three laws of robotics? We could compute those into the robots to prevent abuse." she suggested.

Daisuke was a sci-fi nerd, and fully aware that abuse could still occur, but he figured that was a good first safeguard. He'd add more if needed. "Deal." he said, holding out a hand. EVE stared at it. Daisuke pulled it back. "...Not completely human yet, then." he noted. "Well, let's go." he said, pushing his wheelchair away.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Nyarla entered the cafeteria, looking as dashing as always. She wore a low cut, white 'v neck' shirt and a silky, coal black short skirt and suit jacket, as well as a pair of thick heels. It gave her an air of formality that she found simply wonderful. She gave an air of warmth and only mildly sinister intent as she gracefully strode in, pleasant smile upon her face. She got a bit of breakfast and sat down at an empty table, crossing her legs and beginning to eat. Her golden gaze washed over the students in the cafeteria, watching them. Surveying them. She had realised the night previously that she spent precious little time actually bothering to look at how the students acted in their natural habitat, or even bothering to talk to them. She had always wondered why they never came to her office for counseling. Perhaps this is a group that doesn't particularly need it? She thought to herself in puzzlement. They certainly were an odd bunch. But then again, it was an odd school. She pondered this as the Outer God dislocated her own jaw and proceeded to swallow a considerable portion of her breakfast whole, including the individual utensils and containers.

[Nude East Ireland]

Crowley's office door opened, and Damien stepped in, because it's not like he hadn't done that in the past two years or anything. Anyways, Damien sat down, and looked at Crowley. "I think something's wrong, Crowley," he said. "I don't know why, but I can just feel that something isn't going to be good. Call it human instinct, if you wish. I just feel like something isn't adding up."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley's office door opened, and Damien stepped in, because it's not like he hadn't done that in the past two years or anything. Anyways, Damien sat down, and looked at Crowley. "I think something's wrong, Crowley," he said. "I don't know why, but I can just feel that something isn't going to be good. Call it human instinct, if you wish. I just feel like something isn't adding up."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "And so what do you think we can do about it? Is this about Callahan? I can't do much with him, he hasn't been too much of an asshole to anyone in the last week since you shot him. So what has you concerned? I've bumped up secruity too, so no god can come out of a demon's ass this time."

[Nude East Ireland]

Crowley's office door opened, and Damien stepped in, because it's not like he hadn't done that in the past two years or anything. Anyways, Damien sat down, and looked at Crowley. "I think something's wrong, Crowley," he said. "I don't know why, but I can just feel that something isn't going to be good. Call it human instinct, if you wish. I just feel like something isn't adding up."

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "And so what do you think we can do about it? Is this about Callahan? I can't do much with him, he hasn't been too much of an asshole to anyone in the last week since you shot him. So what has you concerned? I've bumped up secruity too, so no god can come out of a demon's ass this time."

"It's just a feeling," Damien replied. He too thought about, more so over the past week. "I'm not sure why, though. What happened to my room doesn't make much sense, and I can't find out who could've done something without leaving any fingerprints of evidence. And yes, I checked three times, just so you know. That's my main concern. Callahan got the message, and I've been watching him for the past week anyways. He knows that if he tries anything, I'll take him down."

[Neo Arcad]

Wilhelm hissed in response to Kate taking a seat next to him, he didn't expect such an unwelcomed and ironic occurance.
"No, the pleasure is mine. Do not bother yourself with bearing it." Wilhelm said as he answered Kate's sarcasm with his own, greatly unnerved by he presence. Believing it best for his own safety, the changeling now snapped into the form of a Tyranid Termagaunt with a jet black coloration.
"Testing the ice of waters home to sharks is unwise girl. You are either a fool or are suicidal."

"Or maybe you have grown too used to dealing with cowards. Most people just run as soon as you transform. They don't stick around to find out how weak you really are. I, on the other hand, run from nothing. Shadows don't scare me. You're all bark and no bite, Neurath." Kate mocked. It was somewhat true. Certainly, Wilhelm seemed to prefer frightening people off than directly engaging them. In Kate's mind, that was cowardice incarnate. Whether or not he actually held any power was yet to be seen. She hadn't seen him really fight; even in self-defense, it was often clear that he tended to hold back. Was it because he was too strong, or because he was afraid? Of course, Kate tended to believe the latter, but...

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "And so what do you think we can do about it? Is this about Callahan? I can't do much with him, he hasn't been too much of an asshole to anyone in the last week since you shot him. So what has you concerned? I've bumped up secruity too, so no god can come out of a demon's ass this time."

"It's just a feeling," Damien replied. He too thought about, more so over the past week. "I'm not sure why, though. What happened to my room doesn't make much sense, and I can't find out who could've done something without leaving any fingerprints of evidence. And yes, I checked three times, just so you know. That's my main concern. Callahan got the message, and I've been watching him for the past week anyways. He knows that if he tries anything, I'll take him down."

Crowley nodded. "He thinks he shut off all the cameras and such I put around his room. He's an idiot- I have far more than he thinks. Callahan thinks he's smart, but he isn't Crowley smart." He laid back in his chair. "I did check the tapes of your room- I have no sign of who could have made those signs. It was likely a prank, but I'm not sure. Best to be diligent then." he noted. "But the year has been going quite well, not like it had two years ago. Nobody's died so far, which I take as a positive."
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"Calm down. Now." Minh said quietly, now behind Wilheim and Kate. "I'd prefer a fight does not occur outside of self-defence class or the gladiator matches."

[Nude East Ireland]

Damien shrugged. "Depends on who is dying, I suppose." He grinned, and licked his lips, which were quite dry. "I worry, is all. It's my job too, what with hunting supernatural creatures as my main occupation. You have to be smarter than things that are faster and stronger than you, after all. By the way, do you have any water? I'm fucking thirsty."

[Ameriganastan]

Wilhelm hissed in response to Kate taking a seat next to him, he didn't expect such an unwelcomed and ironic occurance.
"No, the pleasure is mine. Do not bother yourself with bearing it." Wilhelm said as he answered Kate's sarcasm with his own, greatly unnerved by he presence. Believing it best for his own safety, the changeling now snapped into the form of a Tyranid Termagaunt with a jet black coloration.
"Testing the ice of waters home to sharks is unwise girl. You are either a fool or are suicidal."

"Or maybe you have grown too used to dealing with cowards. Most people just run as soon as you transform. They don't stick around to find out how weak you really are. I, on the other hand, run from nothing. Shadows don't scare me. You're all bark and no bite, Neurath." Kate mocked. It was somewhat true. Certainly, Wilhelm seemed to prefer frightening people off than directly engaging them. In Kate's mind, that was cowardice incarnate. Whether or not he actually held any power was yet to be seen. She hadn't seen him really fight; even in self-defense, it was often clear that he tended to hold back. Was it because he was too strong, or because he was afraid? Of course, Kate tended to believe the latter, but...

"I have tangled with this lowly creature, hot stuff."

Laz had made the wise decision to break away from Pierre, before people started asking more questions, and sauntered up to Kate and Wilhelm.

"Like most shifters, he thinks himself something mighty. But in reality, The Great and Mighty Lazrian-that's me by the way-would have easily torn him asunder, like I have so many others of his ilk, if not for the fight being interrupted by Sarina over there."

[AETEN II]

Wilhelm hissed in response to Kate taking a seat next to him, he didn't expect such an unwelcomed and ironic occurance.
"No, the pleasure is mine. Do not bother yourself with bearing it." Wilhelm said as he answered Kate's sarcasm with his own, greatly unnerved by he presence. Believing it best for his own safety, the changeling now snapped into the form of a Tyranid Termagaunt with a jet black coloration.
"Testing the ice of waters home to sharks is unwise girl. You are either a fool or are suicidal."

"Or maybe you have grown too used to dealing with cowards. Most people just run as soon as you transform. They don't stick around to find out how weak you really are. I, on the other hand, run from nothing. Shadows don't scare me. You're all bark and no bite, Neurath." Kate mocked. It was somewhat true. Certainly, Wilhelm seemed to prefer frightening people off than directly engaging them. In Kate's mind, that was cowardice incarnate. Whether or not he actually held any power was yet to be seen. She hadn't seen him really fight; even in self-defense, it was often clear that he tended to hold back. Was it because he was too strong, or because he was afraid? Of course, Kate tended to believe the latter, but...

Something clearly in Wilhelm's mind just snapped. It was as if a gear that acted as a safety simply flew right out from the stress and the machine went into overdrive. His mind now flew through various images of horrible creatures that he had seen in his lifetime, attempting to find one specific form that would surely demoralize the human and allow him to consume her. But nothing could be found, so the logical conclusion was made- why not everything?

Wilhelm's body began to bubble and fizzle as it expanded in size, soon turning into a massive horrifying creature that was a festering mass of every element known to mankind, and every form of life imaginable. A large blob now sat beside Kate- condensing and expanding as its matter took on denser and lighter forms. Tentacles of stone, diamond, and uranium waved about before then being re-absorbed into the main ball at the center of the form. Mouths erupted out of the mixture of matter, nashing their teeth and hissing the girl before shrinking back into Wilhelm. Various appendages now shot out of the bottom of the.. thing and lifted it up, carrying the mass over to Kate. Multiple heads fired out of the creature and aimed for her neck and thighs, hoping to cut open her arteries and doom her to a death from bleeding out.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Uh, hey, kids," Lewis mumbled as he walked into the cafeteria, "Don't mind me, just bidin' my time 'til the wife and kid fly in tonight. Haven't seen him in a while, so...

Have any of ye' seen Callahan or Seward? I have business with 'em."

The students replied with looks of worry, anger, and encouragement.

"I'm not gonna', uh, hit 'em or anything... probably," he replied. His answer was rampant disappointment.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley nodded to Damien. "Yeah, sure-" Then he saw something on his screen. "Excuse me a moment." He disappeared from the room.

Then appeared next to Wilheim, looking highly annoyed. He plunged his hand into the black blob, sending green fire into the blob. He then lifted Wilheim high up into the air, slamming him down on the ground. Then slamming him down again. Then he sent more green fire down and paralysed Wilheim.

Then he threw the blob down on the ground and proceeded to punch it a few more times, forcibly hardening it into a rocklike shape that felt pain. Then he threw Wilheim toward the wall, creating a slight crack in the white marble. He shook his head. "For fuck's sake, man." he growled.

Unknown to Crowley, the sheer beatdown of Wilheim henceforth limited him only to shapeshifting to solids, because anything else would probably be ludicrous when not in a top class rper's hands.

[Olthar]

While chatting with Rayne after they had both finished their ice cream, Sari-chan suddenly noticed something happening on the other end of the cafeteria. She was one of the kids turn into some kind of edlritch horror and then getting pummeled by Crowley who suddenly teleported in. Doing the sensible thing, she grabbed Rayne's hand, pulled her out of her seat, and proceeded to take the two out of the cafeteria lest something bad happen.

"So, is there anything you wanted to do right now?" Sari-chan asked as they left the room.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Also, other stuff was happening.

For one, there was an unconscious gnome lying on the ground right outside of the school. Richard saw it- or perhaps her, he wasn't well versed in aspects of gnome genders- and dragged her inside.

Around that time, EVE and Daisuke walked by- or wheeled by in Dai's case- and EVE nodded to Richard. "I will take the gnome to Crowley." she said. Richard shrugged.

"Fine, do whatever the fuck you do. I still have shit to clean." he grumbled, walking off slowly.

EVE looked at the gnome, recognising her as one of the subjects her mother had stolen. Who had recently escaped. This would be interesting.

Daisuke was more frank. "Er...hey." he said, shaking the gnome a bit to wake her up. "Welcome to Elfen High then. Who are you? Why are you here?"

[Neo Arcad]

"Or maybe you have grown too used to dealing with cowards. Most people just run as soon as you transform. They don't stick around to find out how weak you really are. I, on the other hand, run from nothing. Shadows don't scare me. You're all bark and no bite, Neurath." Kate mocked. It was somewhat true. Certainly, Wilhelm seemed to prefer frightening people off than directly engaging them. In Kate's mind, that was cowardice incarnate. Whether or not he actually held any power was yet to be seen. She hadn't seen him really fight; even in self-defense, it was often clear that he tended to hold back. Was it because he was too strong, or because he was afraid? Of course, Kate tended to believe the latter, but...

Something clearly in Wilhelm's mind just snapped. It was as if a gear that acted as a safety simply flew right out from the stress and the machine went into overdrive. His mind now flew through various images of horrible creatures that he had seen in his lifetime, attempting to find one specific form that would surely demoralize the human and allow him to consume her. But nothing could be found, so the logical conclusion was made- why not everything?

Wilhelm's body began to bubble and fizzle as it expanded in size, soon turning into a massive horrifying creature that was a festering mass of every element known to mankind, and every form of life imaginable. A large blob now sat beside Kate- condensing and expanding as its matter took on denser and lighter forms. Tentacles of stone, diamond, and uranium waved about before then being re-absorbed into the main ball at the center of the form. Mouths erupted out of the mixture of matter, nashing their teeth and hissing the girl before shrinking back into Wilhelm. Various appendages now shot out of the bottom of the.. thing and lifted it up, carrying the mass over to Kate. Multiple heads fired out of the creature and aimed for her neck and thighs, hoping to cut open her arteries and doom her to a death from bleeding out.

Kate closed her eyes, and then snapped them open; when she did, time slowed down. The projectile tentacles, Wilhelm, everything in the room was moving slowly- around 2/3 normal speed. Drawing her sword, Kate easily sliced off the tentacle-mounted snapping jaws with minimal chi usage and effort. To anyone else, it would have been a blur of motion, with the appendages' mouths seeming to hang there unaffected for a moment before disconnecting along clean lines. At that point, Crowley broke up the fight. You know, by setting his hand on fire and punching Wilhelm or whatever it was he did. Kate sheathed the short blade, and addressed Crowley. "My apologies, Headmaster." she said. "I did not intend to make a mess." With that, she turned to Lazrian as if nothing had happened. "It was even easier than I'd thought. He didn't try to think at all, just blindly attacked. Like you on a bad day." she jested, recalling a self-defense class from a few days ago. "Of course, it was like you said. Hard to judge whether or not you've fought a worthy opponent when someone else intervenes."

[Ameriganastan]

Kate closed her eyes, and then snapped them open; when she did, time slowed down. The projectile tentacles, Wilhelm, everything in the room was moving slowly- around 2/3 normal speed. Drawing her sword, Kate easily sliced off the tentacle-mounted snapping jaws with minimal chi usage and effort. To anyone else, it would have been a blur of motion, with the appendages' mouths seeming to hang there unaffected for a moment before disconnecting along clean lines. At that point, Crowley broke up the fight. You know, by setting his hand on fire and punching Wilhelm or whatever it was he did. Kate sheathed the short blade, and addressed Crowley. "My apologies, Headmaster." she said. "I did not intend to make a mess." With that, she turned to Lazrian as if nothing had happened. "It was even easier than I'd thought. He didn't try to think at all, just blindly attacked. Like you on a bad day." she jested, recalling a self-defense class from a few days ago. "Of course, it was like you said. Hard to judge whether or not you've fought a worthy opponent when someone else intervenes."

"The Great and Mighty Lazrian doesn't have to think. When you think too much in battle, it just gives mighty ones like me more time to rend them asunder. I recall this fella in boot camp. Zerkinad. Thought himself a great strategic mind. Well, all his strategy did him diddly when I just smashed through his platoon, and disemboweled him with his own foot. Then made him eat the foot...what was I talking about again?"