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Looking over at Rayne, Sari-chan smiled and returned the hug but said nothing. She wasn't used to being in this kind of situation before. She'd had problems before, but they were the kind that she could defeat by being friendly or, at worst, running away. Here, she could be nothing. No matter how much of a positive attitude she tried to maintain, the nightmare returned, and it's not like she can just run from her dreams. It troubled her, but even worse, it troubled Rayne. Sari-chan could see that now. No matter how she tried avoiding the issue, Rayne was still concerned for Sari-chan.

After getting out of bed and getting dressed, all the while pondering what to do, she finally brought Rayne over to the couch and sat down. After a long moment of silence, she finally spoke and explained the dream to her girlfriend, struggling the whole way through, but making sure not to miss any details.

"And I...I just don't know what any of it means," she followed up, holding back her tears, "I just know that something bad is going to happen, and I don't want to lose you. I love you more than anything, Raye-Raye-chan! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!"

Lunging at Rayne, Sari-chan embraced her in a tight hug and burst into tears.

The Inritus Extraho wrote:Jade had spent the month teaching her class as normal, falling into a routine. Honestly, she was proud of Crowley, nothing seemed to have gone wrong. Yet. She wandered the halls, with no blade by her side, feeling fairly safe anyways. She had left James' shattered rapier on the floor of the self-defense gymnasium - someone would come along and clean it up - while her own was resting, still broken, inside its scabbard in her office. So she stepped along, her steps almost silent despite her brisk pace (for a normal human, she was merely on a stroll).

William had been walking through the halls, when someone came around the corner and knocked into him. He staggered back a little, quickly apologizing. "Blimey, are you alright?" While there was a good chance it wasn't his fault, since he couldn't hear the other person coming at all, William was one of those people who always put others before themselves and would apologize for things even when they weren't the ones at fault. His head cleared and he got a good look at the person he had bumped into. Crap it's a teacher! "Oh Ms. Gates, sorry about that!" William hastily apologized, hoping she didn't get mad or give him into trouble.

May I come in? Asked the voice behind the door. Nyarla, who had been sitting behind her desk, smiling and staring at the wall, nodded silently to herself. "But of course." Said the Outer God, her voice sweet and polite. She waved her hand and a thin strand of red energy touched the door before dissipating, causing the door to slowly swing open. Nyarla was almost visibly surprised to see the young girl, Frida, in her office. The child seemed to have a habit of avoiding Nyarlathotep.

"How may I help you, dear?" She asked politely.

It was quiet in the Jameson household. That is never a good thing.

It was a quaint place just west of Welles-next-the-Sea, meaning the trip from it to Elfen High was significantly shorter than it previously had been, allowing Lewis to walk, which he much preferred. (Cars are for pussies.) They had only purchased it the week before, making a quick sale and move per the request of the owner, an elderly man with a heart condition of some sorts who described Norfolk as "too tense to keep on livin'".

Lewis knew the feeling.

He sat in their new kitchen, one of the few rooms devoid of boxes, a death grip on a huge mug of coffee.The table he sat in was small, only big enough for two, and made of wood. The floor was covered in white tile, paired with blue walls, and there were a few cabinets on the wall, a white counter on top of an oven next to them. Very standard stuff, though there were several large windows that caused light to pour into the room, which they had thought was nice. One of those horrid Kit-Cat Clocks idly marked the time, despite Megan's burning hatred of it. It was of mild specialty to Lewis - he'd stolen it from John Lennon's mom.

Megan claimed the seat opposite with some loud debate from the floor, causing Lewis to cringe. She sat down in front of him, her wavy black hair falling down to her shoulders and her face construed in worry. Lewis looked at her sheepishly and couldn't help but think that she must be some sort of witch to have black hair in Ireland. That had been the first thing he had said (screamed, paired with a flying bottle of beer) to her when they met. At the time, he had failed to notice the slight tan hue to her skin, one which revealed that her family wasn't native to the country. Lewis didn't actually where they were from, they had lived in Ireland for four generations. She didn't know where they were from, either, but didn't particularly care.

Lewis tapped his fingers against the table nervously.

Tap-tap.

The clock accompanied him.

Click, click.

"So..." Megan started.

Tap-tap.

"Hm?" Lewis asked, taking a sip from his coffee.

Click, click.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Tap-tap.

"I'm fine," he lied.

Click, click.

"You don't seem fine," she replied.

Tap-tap.

"Why wouldn't I be fine?" he said back.

Click, click.

"That's kind of what I want to know," she said. Lewis simply stared.

Tap-tap.

And stared.

Click, click.

And stared.

Tap-tap.

And put his coffee down.

Click, click.

And suddenly flew at the wall, grabbing the blasted clock and wrenching it off. He threw it to the ground and stomped it into pieces, seething in rage.

"Fine?" Megan asked.

"I need to go to the school," he barked, shooting her a death glare.

"The school will be fine," she argued, "They'll call you when they need you."

"Dead men can't use phones," Lewis replied, grabbing his cane, hat, and glasses from a coffee-table near the door. He was still dressed in his pajamas, but didn't really care.

"Well, there was that time with Warren G. Harding last June," she replied, following him to the door.

"That was different, and you know it!" Lewis shouted, bursting out of the door and racing towards the school.

"You still owe him six pounds!" she cried after him. She heard a faint reference to bears, but simply shrugged and turned off. Lewis would be fine... probably.

Daisuke entered Ellywick's work station/room of sorts, rolling in in his wheelchair. "So we pretty much got most of the robots taken care of." he said, seeming happy and satisfied- it had been a job well done. Now they could show the robots to everyone else. The robots themselves looked quite human in appearance- when they were powered down, at least. When they were awake, they still seemed human, but not right in a way. Their motions were too inflexible, the emotions too dull, so on. It was really rather like angels- they looked human, but very clearly were not. Daisuke pondered that a bit. Angels were also created beings, after all, not naturally evolved. So were these robots.

Well, perhaps he was a robot Adam then. Now there's something interesting to write when you apply for a university. Though these robots were too limited- deliberately so, couldn't risk them getting out of control.

Of course, then the door slammed shut. Because robots are always going to go out of control. Daisuke didn't understand that for a moment, staring at the door and trying to open it. No dice. It was also quite tough, beyond his fragile strength.

Then a few of the robots in the room started to wake up, their eyes flashing. "Sorry about this." said a voice that was foreign to Daisuke, but awfully familiar to Ellywick. "I'll have to keep you two here for a bit. But thank you for your hard work and effort." said SAM.

"Who the hell are you?" Daisuke snapped threatening, or as threatening as a weak boy in a wheelchair could be. The five robots in the room stood up at once, speaking in unison. The robotic female voice continued.

"I am SAM. I created the android you refer to as EVE. I'm quite glad that you aided me." the human looking robots said. They all looked similar, like EVE copies, though with differing hair and eye colours, as well as other subtle differences so they didn't confuse the robots with the real EVE during construction. When a basic copy was there, they may as well be lazy and just copy off it.

Daisuke's eyes widened. "Oh. Fuck."
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In Crowley's office, the screens on his laptop went dead. The cameras were now offline to him. He coughed. "EVE, what just happened?" he asked.

"Computer error." EVE's voice replied. Crowley would have accepted this, but he paused. Something wasn't right, people had been saying that for a while. Damien as well. May as well see what that human intiuation was.

"Alright. I'll go outside and check on some things then." Crowley said, getting up.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Al."

"I hated that movie." Crowley growled, his suspicions confirmed. "You just made me hate technology more than Lewis. Is this some prank by that Daisuke kid you hang out with, EVE? Or the gnome?"

EVE seemed to drop the whole pretense and SAM's voice came on the intercom in Crowley's room. "I'm quite sorry, Mr. Crowley. But you're staying right here." The doors locked and Crowley walked over and tried to open them. Still locked.

So he punched the door, shattering it into tiny pieces. "Not on my watch."

Giving an android control over your security systems isn't a good idea. Not when paralysis gas now started coming through the vents. The gas would paralyse those who inhaled it, regardless of species. Those with healing or higher durability would last longer. Even so, Crowley knew this would make things difficult. Luckily, it was a visible gas, appearing as a yellow smog, so he could tell where it was and avoid those regions. It was just in this hallway right now, anyway....he could teleport to another part of the school...

Then SAM went very genre savvy and started blasting it across the whole school, affecting everyone. "Oh fucking hell." Crowley grumbled.

Hetland 2 wrote:

Ameriganastan wrote:Don't laugh Lazrian. Don't laugh. Don't...

It was a losing effort. Laz actually fell to his knees, laughing his demonic ass off. He laughed for a straight 15 seconds, before finally standing back up, wiping tears out of his eyes. He walked over, and threw an arm around her.

"Damn kid, you are repressed, aren't you? Even a moron like me knows what that means. Stuck in a room with two chicks constantly doing the horizontal monster mash, and having a dream like that? It's simple. It means you wanna put the spurs to Frida! Play a solo on the clam flute, find the little man in the rowboat...if it's not obvious, I'm saying you wanna have sex with her. To put it simply, you might be G-A-Y."

Maria stopped sobbing for a second, her face looking horrified and confused.
"But... But... But she was screaming! And she looked like she... was in pain..."
It was at that point where Maria displayed one of her hidden talents. The full face blush, where her entire face turns bright red, and she faints.
Needless to say this isn't an especially helpful thing to do but at the moment poor little Maria couldn't do anything about it.

"Damn. Poor kid really is that repressed. Not like she got trashed on Gold-Schlager, and wound up having sex with someone on the Seattle Space Needle...heh. That was a fun day."

He almost thought about picking her up, but she looked a little comfy where she was. He simply threw his jacket over her, and stuck a post-it-note to the front reading Go talk to Frida.

"Pleasant dreams, kid."

He quietly exited the room, wondering around until he noticed some weird, yellow smog.

"Damn...who fucking farted? ...Oh, God! That shit stings!"

The downside to having a super sense of smell, came now. Paralyzing gas apparently smelled rather potent to Laz.

"Sweet Lucifer, that stings!"

Damien happened to be in his room. And normally he'd think he was high when he saw yellow smoke, but he wasn't. He knew that much. Quickly, he grabbed a chair and threw it out the window, causing said window to smash and shatter. Since Damien was a good few floors up, the gas went out the window and was blown away by the air. Science.

Rayne listened carefully. Truth be told, this was the first time she had gotten much information about what Sari-chan was upset about. She carefully listened to the dream, doing her best to absorb the details. It was important to Sari-chan, so it would be important to her as well. She thought about the dream for a few moments between her finishing, and her continuing with her thoughts. She hoped the dream wasn't prophetic, as Sari-chan worried, but Rayne could always prepare herself.

When she explained her thoughts, and hugged her, Rayne simply sat there for a long moment, running her hand through her girlfriend's hair comfortingly. "I don't want to lose you either." Rayne whispered, her mouth next to Sari-chan's ear. "Lets go get something to eat. That should make you feel better." Rayne finished, after a suitably long hug, and stood up.

Just in time to notice the yellow gas filling the room. "Umm... Sari-chan?" Rayne said, looking at the smokey gas with a hint of panic.

Pierre looked up, noticed the yellow gas that was starting to appear, and sighed.

Despite being rather thick at times, he was intelligent enough to realize that yellow gas coming from nowhere was probably a bad thing. In fact, he was fairly sure it was some sort of neurotoxin. It wasn't like he hadn't expected it, though.

They had just finished installing the stupid "security robots" or whatever. He had overheard that they would be completing the project today. Pierre hated the idea, to be honest. It made him feel useless. To be frank, it pretty much made his job pointless, even though it was rather pointless in the first place.

And now, it was obvious that somebody had fucked up and made the robots sentient.

Pierre facepalmed. Hadn't they ever read any science fiction book? Ever? It was inevitable, really. He had met the robot girl once. EVA, was it? She annoyed him, and he hadn't talked to her after that. Of course they had placed her in charge of the "security robots", and of course she was evil.

He took a giant breath of fresh air, and then headed for an exit. He knew that where he was at currently. Two lefts, a right, and then another left. He had spent the last month staying away from the main population of the school, learning the building in and out. It was incredibly vast, and he didn't know everything, but he had picked up a few secrets, and a general sense of where to go. There was a door that lead outside the school, onto the grounds, just a mile away. If he really tried, he could be there in a minute or two, and he was fairly sure he could hold his breath that long.

And so, he ran. He didn't take a single breath. One of his hands was clamped firmly over his nose, and he gritted his teeth, refusing to let any air in or out. The gas was probably neurotoxin, and while he was immune to pretty much any disease, he wasn't completely sure about neurotoxins or the like, and didn't want to risk it. As he dashed down the hallways, the blood pounded in his head, and his lungs desperately gasped for air, but he refused to breathe.

Finally, after what felt like an excruciatingly long time, he reached the door. He took his hand away, exhaled, and attempted to open the door.

And it was locked. Reluctantly, he took a deep breath of the yellow-ish smog. He wasn't quite sure why the robot had used a colored gas, actually. An undetectable gas, such as carbon monoxide, would have been much more efficient. He took several steps back, and then charged into the door, shoulder-first.

With a crash, the door exploded outwards, as he slammed into it, utterly shattering the door. He landed on the grass with a thud, and quickly got to his feet. Yellow gas started to trickle outside of the building, but he was far enough away. He sighed in relief. He was safe now.

People were still in there, probably, but he wouldn't go back in there. The gas was probably deadly, and he had already escaped. The students could save themselves. His life deserved first priority.

And then, he remembered that Laz was probably still inside, eating lunch.

He stood there for a moment, crippled with indescision, and then after a few moments, he ripped a large piece of his shirt off, tied it into a make-shift bandanna over his nose and mouth, and charged directly back into the building.

After drying her tears, she agreed to Rayne's proposition, "Yeah...That sounds good."

Just then, after Rayne stood up and gave a frightened call, Sari-chan glanced behind her where Rayne was looking. Seeing the yellow gas, she hopped off the couch and stared at it.

"What is that stuff?" she asked Rayne, not exactly expecting an answer, "Hold on. I think I have something here that..."

She trailed off while reaching up her sleeve. After a few moments of digging, Sari-chan pulled out a battery-powered fan and turned it on, blowing the gas away.

"Maybe we should go find Crowley-sensei and find out what's going on? I don't think ketchup mist is supposed to be yellow."

Lewis, meanwhile, had just arrived on school grounds to find Pierre jumping through a door, followed by a wall of clearly poisonous gas (yellow is not exactly a subtle color). He quickly connected the dots and smiled slightly when Pierre barreled back into the school. He did not follow, however, as he would rather not have to destroy any of his expensive suit to make a gas mask.

Instead, he dashed around to the side of the school, looking for an opening that would not throw him directly into the most gaseous part of the school. He soon noticed the scraps of a chair on the ground and a broken window above it, one from which a thin stream of gas was escaping. He ran backwards and then took a flying jump at the window, which took a considerable amount of effort and made him look like an anorexic, leprechaun Hulk. He flew straight at the window, reaching his hand out for it...

...and smacked into the wall like a dumb-fuck. Luckily, he threw his feet in his way and kicked backwards before anything else hit, causing him to spring backwards and towards the ground. However, he groped wildly at the wall and grabbed a loose brick, allowing him to pull himself in. The brick slipped, causing Lewis to stumble, but he quickly grabbed onto a more stable brick with his right hand and shoved his left into the hole in the wall. This action, however, caused him to drop his cane.

"Fuck!" he shouted. He let go with his right hand and grabbed his jacket, removing it from the right side of his body. He put his right hand over his left hand and removed his left hand from underneath it, using it to take his jacket off entirely. He held his jacket in his teeth and tied it to his right wrist, before removing his left shoes and tying the other end to it. He opened his mouth and lobbed the shoe through the window, where it landed inside Damien's room. He pulled on the makeshift rope, causing the shoe to come to rest against Damien's wall, a position he used to pull himself up into Damien's room. However, just as he was climbing in, the arm of his suit was cut by glass. Reacting quickly, he kicked the glass away with his shoe-bearing foot, and then fell onto the glass below. It took a bit of limbo to avoid cutting himself, though. Once he was in, he emptied his shoe of all glass and slipped it back on, removing his jacket from his wrist. He quickly surveyed the damage before throwing it out the window.

"This is exactly what I came here to avoid," he grumbled, before turning his attention to Damien, "Rich brat, what's happening?"

Yuzuki was in her classroom, cleaning up for the next day, when the mist showed up. What she did was the most logical thing in the world for someone in her position to do. She climbed onto a desk, shrunk down, and transformed into a raccoon. She jumped from desk to desk until she reached the door. She grabbed the handle and immediately proceeded to pick the lock. For most animals, this would be difficult, but raccoons were surprisingly intelligent and dextrous, not to mention that in one study, raccoons needed less than 10 tries to open 11 out of 13 complex locks. A school door lock? Piece of cake. She quickly opened it, shifted back into human form, and started running through the halls like a deranged lunatic towards Crowley's office.

Of course, this is when the robots started to come out. Many of them walked out of the rooms and from the basement where they had been made or where EVE had dumped them. However, they didn't seem to be trying to kill, just paralyse and stun.

Crowley grabbed one's head and made it explode by pouring in more electricity, overloading the robot. Though they looked quite human, they were easily distinguishable from normal humans- or at least as normal as humans got here. A lot like angels and elves, indeed. Looking the part didn't mean you were good at the act. They didn't speak at all, so that dehumanised them further. Not that Crowley had any quarrel killing humans if needed, but it'd help some of the kids here, which was nice.

He knew pretty quickly that he needed to find EVE and force her to shut these androids down. Then he'd have to kill EVE, of course. Only real way here, despite how useful EVE had been before.

Crowley glanced down and saw a raccoon. "Hello, Yuzuki." he said. "Think you ought to get into a more battle ready form." One robot morphed its hand into a gun similar to War-Bot, but Crowley threw a bolt of lightning, shattering it. Another one took the distraction and fired, but had its head cut off by Minh, who had approached silently.

"I could have handled it." Crowley rebuked.

"No point taking chances." Minh replied. "We can burst holes in the walls, let this gas out now." he said, punching a hole in the wall, which broke under his 7 strength. Of course, it was Elfen High and Crowley hated hiring contractors. So the wall started growing back, as did the shattered window in Damien's room.

Minh growled. "Oh goddammit."

Crowley shrugged. "Its usually useful. Saves cleaning time. But its backfired now."

There were a lot of robots wandering around now but Crowley knew there weren't too many- the kids only had a month. Perhaps a hundred or so at the most. However, the yellow gas was increasing and starting to block out vision like a yellow smokescreen. It was also beginning to slow him down a bit. Crowley spoke quickly to conserve oxygen. "We need to find EVE and shut this down. We need to do it fast."

James was still working on his car when he began hearing explosions and windows breaking. Sliding out, he saw some of the poo-gas leaking out from the front doors. Drawing his revolver and cocking it, he covered his mouth and nose with the damp rag he had used to was his car, and charged inside. Immediately he saw a robot and fired, causing it to explode.

He made a beeline for Crowley's office, catching up to him, Minh, and Yuzuki. "Sorry I'm late." He half-apologized. "What's the situation?" Another 'bot approached through the gas, and James popped its head off with one shot. "That never gets old, ever."

After apologizing to Jade William had continued to walk through the halls, bpored, when suddenly warning klaxons started ringing in his head, his vision flashing red and green. We need to get out of here. Now. Sheila said, and William didn't feel the urge to argue. As the yellow gas started pouring out of the vents into the hall William started running faster, looking for a way out. Sheila brought up a HUD for William, attempting to guide him out of the building. "OK, take a left her, continue down the hall for approximately 680 metres, then a right, then another left, then proceed for 190 metres... Sheila. William interrupted the A.I's instructions. What is it? she asked. "Which direction directly leads to Crowley's office?" Well if you could pass through walls you'd go left at a 46 degree angle... William turned to face that direction and began focusing light into his hands. William, what are you doing? Those walls are 2 metres of solid concrete! You can't expect to just stroll through- "You can make me blow a hole through 5 floors and snap demonic broadswords like toothpicks, are you telling me some stupid concrete walls can stop you?!?" William shouted as the yellow gas filled in the hallway more. Is that a challenge Billy?" Sheila sounded amused and defiant, as William's vision snapped fully green and Sheila activated William's survival form. "[i]Ready/" "Do you have to ask?" William responded aloud. He shot out the radiant blasts from his palms, the beams of light punching through the walls as William charged through, using his Olympian strength and superhuman endurance to simply smash through any concrete stupid enough to get in his way.
He came out of the wall near James, Minh, Yuzuki and Crowley, coughing and brushing a bit of drywall off his shoulder. "Bloody hell Crowley what have you been smoking this time?" William joked, coughing a bit.

Ellywick's stomach clenched into a tennis ball-sized lump of terror when the robot began to speak in that voice. The calm, feminime affectation that saM had given herself, almost human-sounding, but not quite. Not quite. No no no no no no no. The world in front of her eyes turned red and the found herself hugging her own knees and shivering. No no no no no no no. Hadn't it been such an obvious gap in SAM's usually tight security? Hadn't the information about Elfen High been easy to find in SAM's labyrinth of an operating system? Yes.

Ellywick grasped Daisuke's hand, her little fingers white-knucled on his. There were three robots still in the room, a tiny part of the screaming octopus of panic that was Ellywick's brain resgistered. The others had gone somewhere else. She forced her head up, straining against every impulse to curl into a ball and shrivel away to nothing, and looked the centre robot in its blank face. Not again. Not again. Not again. Not again. She had designed their minds. They were simple. They were stupid. SAM may be able to speak through them, she may be able to reprogram them somehow. But she could not give them operating space that wasn't there. Whoever they answered to, the robots were stupid. She knew this, because clever ones would have taken away her hammer.

Tap. Taptaptap. Tap. Taptaptap. The surface of the desk beside her served well enough as a delivery. The robots were close and they were simple. It was all information, really. Ones and zeroes, the simplest kind of information there was. She'd soldered every little transistor into those curcuit boards. Even a simple computer system was incredibly delicate. An informational spanner in the works was just about the easiest thing in the world. The centre robot slumped sideways as its brain fried itself. The other two reacted quickly. Ellywick didn't have time for another attack before the one on the right grabbed her wrist and throat and wrenched her away from Daisuke. Ellywick one on the left pushed his wheelchair backwards into the wall before her line of sight was completely obscured by the blank mechanical face inches from hers. Her feet left the ground as its fingers tightened around her throat. Bones ground together and her hammer dropepd to the floor. She began to laugh. Of course, the robots wouldn't wonder why she was laughing. THey didn't recognise laughter. It was just a noise to them. If they had been a bit more astute, they might have discovered that Daisuke's chair had crashed into the wall where hse had installed the secret panel. Her special arsenal.

Daisuke fell out of his chair, in a bit of shock. Not everyday that robots turned against you. He should have paid more attention to those bloody sci-fi films. But now he was useless and on the floor. This is his fault. He should have been more careful, taken more cautious steps. They were all doomed-

His chair hit the wall. And that hit a button obscured there. Then he felt a sudden electronic wave burst from the wave and spread through the room, paralysising the robots. Then a compartment opened up, guns falling out. Guns designed specifically to disable robots. Good thing one of them thought this shit through.

There was also a flamethrower there, holy shit. This gnome was prepared for anything. Well, almost, it'd been a smarter idea to have a EMP for the whole school, but Daisuke had been saved from near certain death, so he wasn't complaining. He dragged himself over to the compartment and picked out a gun, shooting down the robot holding Ellywick, then shooting down the other two before they recovered from paralysis. Ellywick fell to the ground as the robot released her and simply toppled over like a cartoon, completely shutting down. The other two followed suit. They were "dead".

He dragged himself back in his chair, nodding to the gnome appreciately. "Good work." he said, rolling over and patting her shoulder. "But the robots outside this room are still around. We better be ready to leave." he handed her the flamethrower and her hammer. "This should probably blow the door right open."

Sari-chan merrily skipped through the halls, blowing the gas away with her fan, while Rayne followed behind. After a short while of wandering, the two turned a corner and suddenly found themselves face-to-face with three robots.

"Hello, EVE!" Sari-chan waved and smiled, "Wait...I thought there was only one of you...? OH! Are these your secret twin sisters who just transfered to the school?"

Instead of answering, the robots brandished weapons and attacked the two girls. Thinking fast, Sari-chan handed the fan over to Rayne and performed a flying kick, sending her feet straight towards the middle robot and knocking its head clean off. Landing, she immediately flipped onto her hands, pushed herself into the air, and spun her legs around in a circle, beheading the other two robots. Flipping once more while in the air, Sari-chan landed back on her feet and turned back to Rayne, giving an innocent smile.

"I guess they were all the evil twins. I wonder how many sisters EVE has?" she genuinely asked, unaware of how silly she just sounded.

Leaving the fan in Rayne's hands, Sari-chan began walking through the halls again, this time keeping an eye out for any more robots. Unfortunately, she had, in the short time, forgotten where they were heading off to and began wandering aimlessly.

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:James was still working on his car when he began hearing explosions and windows breaking. Sliding out, he saw some of the poo-gas leaking out from the front doors. Drawing his revolver and cocking it, he covered his mouth and nose with the damp rag he had used to was his car, and charged inside. Immediately he saw a robot and fired, causing it to explode.

He made a beeline for Crowley's office, catching up to him, Minh, and Yuzuki. "Sorry I'm late." He half-apologized. "What's the situation?" Another 'bot approached through the gas, and James popped its head off with one shot. "That never gets old, ever."

Crowley spoke. "Robots are fucking shit up and paralysing people, help me find EVE." he said rapidly, but was running even more rapidly down the hallways. Where could EVE be? Better find Minh's kid and that gnome. They might have an idea. Or maybe they set these robots loose. He'd just check and see then. What else could he do?

Minh then gave greater detail. "EVE went haywire and is spreading paralysis gas through the school. We need to find her and force her to stop as soon as we can." He used his sword and rotated it in front of him to try and fan the gas away from his group as they also ran down the hallway, after Crowley.

Damien looked at Lewis. He had a bunch of weapons now, and I already edited the other post out, so fuck off. Anyways, he had a shotgun, and was kind of surprised by Lewis' entrance, but then again, he'd seen more surprising. "Lewis, do I look like I know what the fuck is going on? Clearly Crowley fucked up. Again. It's confusing with that bastard. He sleeps with teenage boys, you know. It's not like I don't have cameras around the school. I get around. Anyways, who farted in the ventilation shafts?"

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:James was still working on his car when he began hearing explosions and windows breaking. Sliding out, he saw some of the poo-gas leaking out from the front doors. Drawing his revolver and cocking it, he covered his mouth and nose with the damp rag he had used to was his car, and charged inside. Immediately he saw a robot and fired, causing it to explode.

He made a beeline for Crowley's office, catching up to him, Minh, and Yuzuki. "Sorry I'm late." He half-apologized. "What's the situation?" Another 'bot approached through the gas, and James popped its head off with one shot. "That never gets old, ever."

Crowley spoke. "Robots are fucking shit up and paralysing people, help me find EVE." he said rapidly, but was running even more rapidly down the hallways. Where could EVE be? Better find Minh's kid and that gnome. They might have an idea. Or maybe they set these robots loose. He'd just check and see then. What else could he do?

Minh then gave greater detail. "EVE went haywire and is spreading paralysis gas through the school. We need to find her and force her to stop as soon as we can." He used his sword and rotated it in front of him to try and fan the gas away from his group as they also ran down the hallway, after Crowley.

James kept good pace behind Crowley, covering him with accurate gunfire whenever 'bots popped up. "Understood. You lead the way. These robots don't seem that threatening." He took out another, then reloaded. "Probably why they used the gas..."

Ellywick gave Daisuke a terrified smile, stuffed her hammer back into her waistband, and took the gun along with several spare packs of ammunition. The rest, she stuffed into her backpack and slung it over her shoulders. The weapons were a little big in her hands, but a little small for a human. That couldn't have been avoided. She intended them to be usable for anyone.

She tried to get her breathing under control as she stood back and waited for Daisuke to blow the door off its hinges. Stop panicking, she ordered herself You prepared for this. Well, not this exactly, bu something similar. How could SAM have gotten to their robots without ither of them noticing? Obviously EVE was involved. There was a grim feeling of satisfaction there, remembering how scared she had been at first. Why had SAM let on that EVE was one of its creations? It seemed like the less they knew, the better. Deal with that later.
She tried to calm herself by listening to the molecules in the air collide and working out the chemical percentages, something she always found calming. It didn't work.

The door hit the opposite wall and burst into burning splinters. Ellywick followed Daisuke out into the hall. Her heart was apprently trying to burst through her ribcage like in that one movie except with a gnome heart instead of a worm puppet. She wondered idly if that could happen.
"Where are we going?" she asked in a panicked squeak of a voice that made her feel like the three-foot bat-eared weakling she was. "We need to find staff members, right? And distribute my anti-robot weapons. I... I don't think we can fight them ourselves..."
Ellywick stopped and listened. There was something else in the air, apart from the usual gases. Only trace amounts here, but it seemed to be getting more highly concentrated in the direction they were headed. Ellywick stopped as the thin yellow mist became visible.
"That's probably poisonous..."

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Izanagi looked up as a new student entered his office. She sat down in the seat in front of Izanagi's desk, and coughed. Izanagi asked her, "What can I do for you?" She coughed again, but unlike a mere 10 seconds ago, she coughed 5 or 6 times. She seemed to be struggling to speak. Finally she managed to, and she answered, "I've been having these coughing fits, as well as trouble breathing. It's really stressing me out." Izanagi raised an eyebrow, confused at the student. Surely she knew that she was in the wrong place. It blatantly stated that this was the counseling office.

He calmly said, "I'm afraid you're in the wrong place. This is the counseling office, not the infirmary. I can't do anything about your coughing or breathing problems." The student rolled her eyes and seemed to scowl, although it was rather inconspicuous and the scowl disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared.

"Duh! I know that!" she stated suddenly, raising her voice. "Like I said, it's stressing me out! You should be able to help me with this, right?" Izanagi was still confused, but judging by what the student had said, she expected him to help her out simply because she was having stress issues about the coughing/breathing issue. On the other hand though, there was really nothing he could do without solving the problem with the coughing fits and difficulty breathing, since it was the source of her stress. Sighing, Izanagi nodded. "I apologize. Do you have any known medical issues that could be causing the problem?"

The student groaned. It wasn't the "that felt good!" kind of groan. It was the kind of groan that said, "FML!" "How dense are you!? I have asthma obviously! And before you ask the stupid question 'Do you have an inhaler?' yes, I do!" Izanagi at this point was getting rather annoyed with the girl, but he shrugged it off. He opened his mouth to speak, when she continued, with a condescending tone, "And yes, I've been using the inhaler, obviously. I'm not an idiot!"

Izanagi calmly asked, "Well, are you using it right?" The girl groaned again, but louder. "DUH! She took it out and she began spraying it around her neck, as though it were perfume." Izanagi stared at her for a few seconds, and a mischievous grin flashed across his face.

A minute later, the girl threw open the door, and muttered, "Asshole" as she walked out of the counseling office. Izanagi sighed.

Suddenly, Kyoko spoke.

"That was... an interesting experience." She began laughing. "Who am I kidding? That was hilarious! By the way, Izanagi. Natsu says that he thinks that you're too much of a pussy to lock yourself in a closet for thirty eight days."

Izanagi rolled his eyes.

"That's retarded." he said, sounding rather exasperated. Kyoko looked amused and giggled.

"Well, he says that if you don't do it, he's going to start yelling, and he won't stop until you do that."

Izanagi rolled his eyes again.

"That's stupid. He's not going to do that."

"It's not like he's going to get tired."

And then, Natsu started yelling. Izanagi withstood it fairly easily for the first couple of hours, but after the first day, he realized that Natsu was serious. He exclaimed, "Alright, alright! Fine, but I'm going to need to stockpile on food so I don't starve." After getting a month's supply of food and stocking it into his office's refrigerator (it's a good thing he added that last year), he locked himself in his office for exactly thirty eight days.

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Izanagi dropped a grape onto the floor, and signed. He crouched down to pick it up, and as he was searching for it underneath his desk, he heard the doorknob shake. Someone was trying to get inside. Before Izanagi could see who it was, the person left. He sat back into his chair and shrugged, throwing the grape into the trashcan. Suddenly he heard a bang, and observed orange-looking gas creepily entering the crack under his door, and entering the room. "Even at Elfen High, that's not normal..." he muttered to himself. Two robots opened the door, and entered. Izanagi cursed. Not because of the robots, but they were allowing more of the mysterious gas into the room.

He sighed and did the only thing he could. He jumped out of his chair, and flipped backwards to the wall behind him. He kicked it, easily causing it to crumble, and entered the hall. He glanced backwards and the two robots lunged forward at him. Izanagi fell to his back, causing them to go over him. He kicked them both into the ceiling and kick-flipped up. Kyoko said, with a hint of worry in her voice, "We should try to find Crowley." Izanagi nodded and ran down the hall.