Elfen High 2 (OOC 4, Closed, No Morals Allowed)

[Zarkenis Ultima]

I AM BEYOND THE BOUNDS OF TIME!

ALLOW ME TO GLOAT ABOUT THIS FOR TWENTY MINUTES!

When The Only died, I think Leviathan threw a party.

Fred was invited, but then they erased his memory. .

[Nationstatelandsville]

I AM BEYOND THE BOUNDS OF TIME!

ALLOW ME TO GLOAT ABOUT THIS FOR TWENTY MINUTES!

When The Only died, I think Leviathan threw a party.

...I can't believe that actually worked.

Fetch me the cocaine! Call the Fae! Inter-species mixer!

[Olthar]

Indian. A label created by the others to give voice to their jealousy. In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh- you touch my cock, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of orgasm so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Nightkill. I am the vanguard of your erection. Your orgies are measured in minutes, and hours. You wither. And die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your erection is inevitable. We are the coming of everything. We impose chaos on the order of sex. Our immigrants will darken the population of every state. You cannot escape.

You fap because we allow it. And you will come because we demand it.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It was a time before our times, it was a land before our lands, a world before our worlds, a universe before our universes.

I will retake my control.

Things were changing. The script was out of order. A small animal, one that resembled a small eagle on Earth, flew through the skies. It flew east. West was where the traditional hunting grounds were, but the young bird decided to shake things up a bit. Who knows? Maybe there was something in the east...

The blue bird looked down with it's four eyes toward its world, which was now...quieter, really. Only way to put it. Before, the world was loud with the natural noise and sound of life.

There is, at the bottom of the ocean floor, a small creature that is but a plant. It does nothing but exist, live a quiet and peaceful life in the natural cycle of life, reproduce and then die. It has an unimaginable enemy, an enemy older than time who hates it for it's mere existence and free will. This enemy will be content seeing this creature's free will utterly stomped and destroyed, brought to nothing but its own control.

This is a small plant that does nothing. Now imagine what this enemy must think of humanity. Humanity, who builds and destroys, who loves and hates, who lives and dies, who loses and gains.

No. This enemy does not like humanity.

Nor does it like the other races of the universe. A large and majestic dragon stands tall finally, roaring out loud, finally free in this universe. What a remarkable irony, really, that the way for this creature to enter this world was because of a foolish mage who had used his free will to summon a creature who he believed would give him power. It had simply emerged out of the fabric of the universe, a hole torn by the foolish who thought he could tame the untameable.

The Behemoth, standing nearly a kilometre tall and with a wingspan nearly two kilometres wide, was impossibly large against the sunset, the light reflecting off its golden scales, its red eyes staring down at the world. The bird of before flew past it and suddenly shuddered.

Resume your true purpose. Behemoth growled out, its voice shaking the air around it. The bird flew back toward West unquestioningly. The bird wasn't questioning anything again. Questions and answers were thoughts, and thoughts were unneeded now. There was something oddly freeing about being given a script to follow, no responsibility of your own, a sort of glee in lack of freedom.

Behemoth looked out at the fresh world. And, his great wings moving, he flew up into the sky, his body blocking out the sun. Then he set about organising.

[Nationstatelandsville]

It was a time before our times, it was a land before our lands, a world before our worlds, a universe before our universes.

I will retake my control.

Things were changing. The script was out of order. A small animal, one that resembled a small eagle on Earth, flew through the skies. It flew east. West was where the traditional hunting grounds were, but the young bird decided to shake things up a bit. Who knows? Maybe there was something in the east...

The blue bird looked down with it's four eyes toward its world, which was now...quieter, really. Only way to put it. Before, the world was loud with the natural noise and sound of life.

There is, at the bottom of the ocean floor, a small creature that is but a plant. It does nothing but exist, live a quiet and peaceful life in the natural cycle of life, reproduce and then die. It has an unimaginable enemy, an enemy older than time who hates it for it's mere existence and free will. This enemy will be content seeing this creature's free will utterly stomped and destroyed, brought to nothing but its own control.

This is a small plant that does nothing. Now imagine what this enemy must think of humanity. Humanity, who builds and destroys, who loves and hates, who lives and dies, who loses and gains.

No. This enemy does not like humanity.

Nor does it like the other races of the universe. A large and majestic dragon stands tall finally, roaring out loud, finally free in this universe. What a remarkable irony, really, that the way for this creature to enter this world was because of a foolish mage who had used his free will to summon a creature who he believed would give him power. It had simply emerged out of the fabric of the universe, a hole torn by the foolish who thought he could tame the untameable.

The Behemoth, standing nearly a kilometre tall and with a wingspan nearly two kilometres wide, was impossibly large against the sunset, the light reflecting off its golden scales, its red eyes staring down at the world. The bird of before flew past it and suddenly shuddered.

Resume your true purpose. Behemoth growled out, its voice shaking the air around it. The bird flew back toward West unquestioningly. The bird wasn't questioning anything again. Questions and answers were thoughts, and thoughts were unneeded now. There was something oddly freeing about being given a script to follow, no responsibility of your own, a sort of glee in lack of freedom.

Behemoth looked out at the fresh world. And, his great wings moving, he flew up into the sky, his body blocking out the sun. Then he set about organising.

DAD ALWAYS LIKED YOU BEST!

(tears)

[Ende]

Son, I am disappoint.

Memes are stupid and I have a problem with writing people I hardly know.

I can't even begin to conceptualize Night or Jackie's thought processes.

It's simple: Jackie is batshit insane and I refuse to actually describe Night.

It works surprisingly well, actually.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"How do we stop them?" a voice asked quietly, looking at the havoc around them. The world burned around them.

Richard glanced at the young boy standing next to him. "Do not offer them riches, they care not for your coin. Do not offer them surrender, they care not for victory. Offer them nothing, for they come only to murder." he said simply. "They are the Fae."

"Why are they here then?" the boy asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. Just yesterday he had been found by Richard as a nearly dead body in the forest, barely holding onto life. Now he was on...well, if this was an adventure, he didn't appreciate it at all. Life was nice, but this trek across the forest was not.

"The Fae are here because they want to be. Pray they do not take you alive." Richard said, holding a broomstick in his hand. This morning, the boy had seen him stab a Faeborn in the eye with it, killing the beast.

"Why do you use a broomstick instead of a real sword?" the boy asked.

"I don't want to fight forever. And a broom is always good for cleanup afterwards." Richard explained. "Now, I have a name for you."

"Really now." the boy said. The past two days the names Richard had given were more along the lines of "Dumbass", "fuckface" and "stupid kid".

"Crowley." Richard said. "It'll be your name in the future, after all. Let's start it now."

"Crowley. Hmm." the now named boy said. "Yes, I suppose I could get used to that."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"How do we stop them?" a voice asked quietly, looking at the havoc around them. The world burned around them.

Richard glanced at the young boy standing next to him. "Do not offer them riches, they care not for your coin. Do not offer them surrender, they care not for victory. Offer them nothing, for they come only to murder." he said simply. "They are the Fae."

"Why are they here then?" the boy asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. Just yesterday he had been found by Richard as a nearly dead body in the forest, barely holding onto life. Now he was on...well, if this was an adventure, he didn't appreciate it at all. Life was nice, but this trek across the forest was not.

"The Fae are here because they want to be. Pray they do not take you alive." Richard said, holding a broomstick in his hand. This morning, the boy had seen him stab a Faeborn in the eye with it, killing the beast.

"Why do you use a broomstick instead of a real sword?" the boy asked.

"I don't want to fight forever. And a broom is always good for cleanup afterwards." Richard explained. "Now, I have a name for you."

"Really now." the boy said. The past two days the names Richard had given were more along the lines of "Dumbass", "fuckface" and "stupid kid".

"Crowley." Richard said. "It'll be your name in the future, after all. Let's start it now."

"Crowley. Hmm." the now named boy said. "Yes, I suppose I could get used to that."

And that's how Anton was born.

[Esternial]

"How do we stop them?" a voice asked quietly, looking at the havoc around them. The world burned around them.

Richard glanced at the young boy standing next to him. "Do not offer them riches, they care not for your coin. Do not offer them surrender, they care not for victory. Offer them nothing, for they come only to murder." he said simply. "They are the Fae."

"Why are they here then?" the boy asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. Just yesterday he had been found by Richard as a nearly dead body in the forest, barely holding onto life. Now he was on...well, if this was an adventure, he didn't appreciate it at all. Life was nice, but this trek across the forest was not.

"The Fae are here because they want to be. Pray they do not take you alive." Richard said, holding a broomstick in his hand. This morning, the boy had seen him stab a Faeborn in the eye with it, killing the beast.

"Why do you use a broomstick instead of a real sword?" the boy asked.

"I don't want to fight forever. And a broom is always good for cleanup afterwards." Richard explained. "Now, I have a name for you."

"Really now." the boy said. The past two days the names Richard had given were more along the lines of "Dumbass", "fuckface" and "stupid kid".

"Crowley." Richard said. "It'll be your name in the future, after all. Let's start it now."

"Crowley. Hmm." the now named boy said. "Yes, I suppose I could get used to that."

I have the impression that you're somewhat bored.

[Esternial]

Son, I am disappoint.

Memes are stupid and I have a problem with writing people I hardly know.

I can't even begin to conceptualize Night or Jackie's thought processes.

Something tells me mine is similar to yours, only with more static.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"How do we stop them?" a voice asked quietly, looking at the havoc around them. The world burned around them.

Richard glanced at the young boy standing next to him. "Do not offer them riches, they care not for your coin. Do not offer them surrender, they care not for victory. Offer them nothing, for they come only to murder." he said simply. "They are the Fae."

"Why are they here then?" the boy asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. Just yesterday he had been found by Richard as a nearly dead body in the forest, barely holding onto life. Now he was on...well, if this was an adventure, he didn't appreciate it at all. Life was nice, but this trek across the forest was not.

"The Fae are here because they want to be. Pray they do not take you alive." Richard said, holding a broomstick in his hand. This morning, the boy had seen him stab a Faeborn in the eye with it, killing the beast.

"Why do you use a broomstick instead of a real sword?" the boy asked.

"I don't want to fight forever. And a broom is always good for cleanup afterwards." Richard explained. "Now, I have a name for you."

"Really now." the boy said. The past two days the names Richard had given were more along the lines of "Dumbass", "fuckface" and "stupid kid".

"Crowley." Richard said. "It'll be your name in the future, after all. Let's start it now."

"Crowley. Hmm." the now named boy said. "Yes, I suppose I could get used to that."

I have the impression that you're somewhat bored.

I have a few spare hours. I'm not posting IC with them because I know I won't have the time for a while to really start the action.

So I'm throwing out the occasional oneshot.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Memes are stupid and I have a problem with writing people I hardly know.

I can't even begin to conceptualize Night or Jackie's thought processes.

Something tells me mine is similar to yours, only with more static.

Mine is usually just idle bullshit with I am the Doctor playing in the background.

My head would be terribly dull to visit.

I have the impression that you're somewhat bored.

I have a few spare hours. I'm not posting IC with them because I know I won't have the time for a while to really start the action.

So I'm throwing out the occasional oneshot.

Timeskip, you bastard, so I can start... THE PLAN!

[Ende]

I have a few spare hours. I'm not posting IC with them because I know I won't have the time for a while to really start the action.

So I'm throwing out the occasional oneshot.

Ahem.

<taps wait why the fuck is my foot a bloody stump>

[Esternial]

Something tells me mine is similar to yours, only with more static.

Mine is usually just idle bullshit with I am the Doctor playing in the background.

My head would be terribly dull to visit.

Well, I'll assume it's bigger on the inside, so you can rent out some storage space.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Mine is usually just idle bullshit with I am the Doctor playing in the background.

My head would be terribly dull to visit.

Well, I'll assume it's bigger on the inside, so you can rent out some storage space.

I have a few planets sleeping in my brain, but I don't actively plan them out unless I'm writing.

[Esternial]

Well, I'll assume it's bigger on the inside, so you can rent out some storage space.

I have a few planets sleeping in my brain, but I don't actively plan them out unless I'm writing.

I know that feel.

Mine is sort of chaotic, with a memory palace just standing there that's in the middle of construction. Workers are on strike.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I have a few planets sleeping in my brain, but I don't actively plan them out unless I'm writing.

I know that feel.

Mine is sort of chaotic, with a memory palace just standing there that's in the middle of construction. Workers are on strike.

Commie pigs.

[Constaniana]

I have a few planets sleeping in my brain, but I don't actively plan them out unless I'm writing.

I know that feel.

Mine is sort of chaotic, with a memory palace just standing there that's in the middle of construction. Workers are on strike.

I have the feeling mine would be pretty interesting to visit. It would be full of Knightmares, Pokémon, an assortment of racist jokes, bacon, fried chicken, other food, and stuff.

[Esternial]

I know that feel.

Mine is sort of chaotic, with a memory palace just standing there that's in the middle of construction. Workers are on strike.

Commie pigs.

They make the best collectivised bacon, though.

[Ranbo]

Commie pigs.

They make the best collectivised bacon, though.

Mmm...Bacon.

[Esternial]

They make the best collectivised bacon, though.

Mmm...Bacon.

No, no...collectivised bacon.

Even if you don't have any yourself, you'll get bacon.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So a South African police officer asked me for a friendly donation or he'd take away my wallet by force.

Apparently my glare made him back down.

I come from India. These people have no idea what corrupt police are actually like.

[Olthar]

So a South African police officer asked me for a friendly donation or he'd take away my wallet by force.

Apparently my glare made him back down.

I come from India. These people have no idea what corrupt police are actually like.

He must have realized who you are. *nods*

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So a South African police officer asked me for a friendly donation or he'd take away my wallet by force.

Apparently my glare made him back down.

I come from India. These people have no idea what corrupt police are actually like.

He must have realized who you are. *nods*

No, they just don't see many small Indian men with a death glare.

[Olthar]

He must have realized who you are. *nods*

No, they just don't see many small Indian men with a death glare.

Does your death glare literally kill people? Knowing you, I'd say that's a distinct possibility.