Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nude East Ireland]

Robert sighed, and looked around the destroyed room. He walked to the radio, removing his helmet and pressing a few buttons. "This is Robert Downey, can you hear me?" he asked into the mic. It buzzed a bit, but finally a voice piped up.

"Downey, this is General Shank. We got your message, and we're sending in reinforcements. Hold tight, soldier. Shank out."

Robert smirked. "Finally, some fucking luck," he muttered. He turned back to the group. "This place is trashed. My men can be saved once reinforcements arrive. For now, let's hope that nothing else gets thrown at us."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

After the small assembly on the ship, Alastor had retired to a suitable place, had teleported in both his sword and his gun, and shed his human disguise, appearing in his armored form. He then set to work on a certain modification to his armor. After tinkering for a while, using mundane components found in the ship (Which he only took after making sure none of them were absolutely necessary), other miscellaneous objects, and gratuitous ammounts of tape, he managed to get his gun attached to his gauntlet for rapid use.

Of course, this didn't solve the problem that he didn't really have any method of flying and very much preferred his own armor than those human contraptions, despite the fact that he had used one in the past, during the battle against Richard. Either way, the point was that Alastor, wielding a sword and a large magically powered gun mounted on his arm, and wearing sturdy demonic armor, had to be carried over to the settlement by one of the ISSR people. It was quite amusing, really.

After the landing and hearing the message in the audio-box, Alastor looked over at Calliel. "I do have to admit, angelic technology seems quite amusing." He said, examining the box.

"Amusing technology is better than no technology as much of the demon population had until recently." the angel said. He wasn't trying to be sardonic or mean- that's just what was on his mind.

"Right." Daniel concentrated, using the thought-activated contact lenses to send a report back to Heavensgate on what they had found. If we vanish next, at least we'll have given the next search party more information than we had when we started. He paused, considering. A great roar from the sky. That's something, at least. A clue, or a warning.

"Okay," muttered the priest, straightening. "Let's all keep an eye out for those chips, or tokens. Otherwise, stay out of sight, and hold fire unless you have no other choice." Daniel nodded at the town ahead. "Let's head up there and see what we can see." He raised his rifle to his shoulder and began to move slowly toward the edge of the village, placing his feet with exacting and subconscious precision to avoid snapping twigs or crunching through fallen leaves. Silence is our best defense. Slowly, slipping from tree to tree and then building to building, Daniel approached the town.

He was followed cautiously by the other people. After a minute or two of walking, Daniel found an email in his contacts from Raphael. It was short and to the point. "Information received. Keep gathering more."

Then there was another noise.

BWOOOOOOORRRRRNNNGH. A mechanical ear-splitting tone was heard as a bright light suddenly flashed in the sky, blinding them all for a moment. As the patches of colour in their eyes began to disappear, Gabriel shook his head. "Did you hear that? Felt like my ears and brain were being raped..." he muttered. It was a very apt description.

Low-pitched, loud sounds (like the growls and roars of many animals) tell a human brain, "Predator! Run away!" Meanwhile, jarring, irregular sounds (like a scream) incite the same fight-or-flight reaction. This noise had combined both qualities.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Takao laughed at the display, but grimaced at being one-upped by the beast. On one hand, it was fast. On the other hand, it was using a weapon that was probably completely foreign to it, and would be unwieldy. "You think you can beat me in swordplay?"

Takao stood calm, standing completely up straight, and extended his sword arm. From here, he stepped back, drawing his sword arm back along his arm, the tip resting just next to the elbow of his other arm, fully extended. It was the perfect striking position. Lighting fast. The only problem was, it was designed for a lengthened Katana, and he was using a Wakizashi. This will be interesting, he thought to himself. With lighting fast preciscion, Takao lunged forward, fully extending his sword arm as he plunged the sword at the beast, targeting the center of it's chest, and slightly to it's left.

Be you human, you will perish, beast, he thought as he lunged.

The werewolf moved aside, grabbing the Wakizashi's blade with its free hand. Then it let go of the blade, punching Takao in the face. It grabbed the samurai, and tossed it through the gap in the wall that Robert accidentally created. Takao was alone in a room, along with a dead werewolf. The beast that wielded his own katana stepped into the room, tossing the blade aside and grinning. It took a moment, before charging at Takao at amazing speed.

"Vampire? No, you seem almost more like a werewolf." Crowley noted. "In any case, let's get this done fast, can we?" he asked, getting up slowly. "You know, I'm an old man. A very old man. And I'm afraid that was just FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL YOU WHORE!" he roared, a silver dagger popping out of his sleeve as he made to stab the approaching Thule.

Therian moved aside, grabbing Crowley's wrist with his right hand. He smirked, and delivered a punch to the wizard's ribs with his left. He tossed Crowley forward into a wall, and then kicked him in the stomach. "You are a very old man. And you'll die a very old man. Just like Lewis, Minh, and Fixban. Old men die, Mr. Crowley."

He grabbed Crowley by the neck, and chuckled. "Yes, old men die. But lucky for you, young men rise to take their place. The Society will rise to take your place. Damien Seward will take your place."

He punched Crowley in the stomach, and dropped him. Therian backed up, clearly amused by Crowley's lack of power. "You have no powers here. Nothing to use against me. Thanks to a precious little stone I'm guarding."

Crowley grinned. "Thank you for that knowledge, actually." he said. "I appreciate it. Also?" he said. "When you have an enemy by the neck? No sense in dropping him."

Then Crowley pulled out a handgun and repeatedly proceeded to fire his cyro ammo at Therian.

[Nude East Ireland]

Crowley grinned. "Thank you for that knowledge, actually." he said. "I appreciate it. Also?" he said. "When you have an enemy by the neck? No sense in dropping him."

Then Crowley pulled out a handgun and repeatedly proceeded to fire his cyro ammo at Therian.

Therian smirked, despite his body being frozen by the ammo. He didn't flinch, just letting the bullets fly into him. He chuckled. "No problem, Crowley. Not that you'll have anything to do about it. Because you'll be dead in just a few minutes."

He began walking towards Crowley, breaking the ice from his body. He knocked the gun away, and grabbed the wizard by the throat once more. "Face it, without your powers you're just a weak old pervert. I'll happily snap your neck."

Then, Eraldo appeared - his body still heavily wounded and battered. But he was on enough painkillers to last him a few years. You know, if he was still alive by then.

"Sorry to spoil the fun, jackass," he said, smirking. "But I've got some news for you - Al's not just any old pervert."

He hoisted up a grenade launcher, and fired at the far wall, blowing it away and revealing the stone Therian was guarding; the Fae Block. Eraldo fired another grenade, which hit the Fae Block and blew it to bits. A surge of energy blasted through the city.

"He's my grandpa," Eraldo continued.

THE MAGIC BLOCK WAS GONE.

Therian dropped Crowley, and stepped back. "Oh... oh shit."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"Well, I suppose that is indeed true." Was the only comment Alastor made on the matter after hearing Calliel's reply, while following Andreas and the rest of the crew. He didn't feel offended in the slightest. There was no reason to be. He didn't believe that Calliel could be sardonic if he tried, after all.

After the ear-splitting sound and the blinding light, Alastor remained calm while his eyes and ears readjusted. He wasn't as bothered as the others, but it had been quite annoying and impairing nonetheless.

"That was... Unpleasant." He commented, and turned to the others. "Is everybody here? Everybody alright? Can someone verify our position?" He inquired. The Fae were involved, so precautions were never too many. On the contrary, he felt like right now there were a bit too few.

[Liriena]

The rest of the battle, Marowit and Lir spent it sipping tea while soaked in werewolf blood. The Irish deity was still very much naked, but at least the blood made it a slightly less indecent sight. Marowit, however, was a bit sad, since the blood had ruined his thick fur coat, which would obviously force him to spend the rest of the mission wearing his most beloved business suit.

With peace returning to the ruins of the base camp, Marowit went back to the armory, picking a brand new sniper rifle, when he suddenly felt the surge of godly power.

Oh...fuck yes!

Indeed, the magic block's energy was no more, and Marowit saw this confirmed even further as Lir summoned a shark with laser beams attached to its head, which he promptly commanded to tear a wall apart. Through the broken bricks, Marowit saw that Lir had found a path to their destination...or at least, what he supposed would be their destination.

[Condunum]

Takao suddenly realized he was supposed to have a shotgun. He walked back to his tea, picke duo the shotgun which he had seemed to have left right next to his cup, and began to load it with slug ammunition. Well, he could light it on fire whenever he wanted, so why not use slug ammunition?

He set it down again, sat back down, cross-legged, and picked his tea back up. And, being the annoying concerned person, he looked over at Lir and Marowit. "Are you two okay?" He asked rather plainly.

The sudden return of magical energy was apparent to Takao, as his bleeding had instantly stopped, and his arm began to heal itself. Painfully, yes, but it began to heal the gashes.

[Nationstatelandsville]

The rest of the battle, Marowit and Lir spent it sipping tea while soaked in werewolf blood. The Irish deity was still very much naked, but at least the blood made it a slightly less indecent sight. Marowit, however, was a bit sad, since the blood had ruined his thick fur coat, which would obviously force him to spend the rest of the mission wearing his most beloved business suit.

With peace returning to the ruins of the base camp, Marowit went back to the armory, picking a brand new sniper rifle, when he suddenly felt the surge of godly power.

Oh...fuck yes!

Indeed, the magic block's energy was no more, and Marowit saw this confirmed even further as Lir summoned a shark with laser beams attached to its head, which he promptly commanded to tear a wall apart. Through the broken bricks, Marowit saw that Lir had found a path to their destination...or at least, what he supposed would be their destination.

"I suppose Argentina is on a sixteen year cultural delay," snarked the Bible.

Aziraphale approached the hole, producing a gladius and a shield in his hands, a pugio on his side (next to his gun), and a falcata slung over his shoulder. Despite his overtly gentle nature, the angel smiled - not his usual grin, a mighty crimson beam of malice. Yes, he was still an angel. He was raised from the very beginning of his life to be a warrior monk, even in Heavensgate, and he would have fit the role quite well if his mother hadn't made the mistake of letting him read. Despite himself, Aziraphale loved his weapons. Holding them assured him - he was powerful, he was righteous, he was a soldier of God. God used swords, not guns. God struck fairly and fought honorably. God killed personally.

He collected himself a bit - though the terrible joy he felt was still evident - and turned around.

"Where are friends Sarina and Alison?" he asked with sudden concern, "I did not see them in the fray."

[Liriena]

Takao suddenly realized he was supposed to have a shotgun. He walked back to his tea, picke duo the shotgun which he had seemed to have left right next to his cup, and began to load it with slug ammunition. Well, he could light it on fire whenever he wanted, so why not use slug ammunition?

He set it down again, sat back down, cross-legged, and picked his tea back up. And, being the annoying concerned person, he looked over at Lir and Marowit. "Are you two okay?" He asked rather plainly.

The sudden return of magical energy was apparent to Takao, as his bleeding had instantly stopped, and his arm began to heal itself. Painfully, yes, but it began to heal the gashes.

"Meh...I'm fine. I'm excellent, as a matter of fact." Marowit was the first to respond, smiling with surprisingly sincere politeness as Takao, arm around Lir's shoulders as he continued to sip on his tea. "Punching werewolves is quite therapeutic, I must say...and Lir here seems to have had the time of his life."

The aforementioned giggled at both larger men, grenade launcher gripped leisurely by his small slender hands. "I like shooting furry things...except kittens...and puppies...and foxes...and those anthropomorphic men we met in Greenland. Do you remember those, Mary?"

Marowit shuddered quite visibly. "Yes."

Another giggle. "Well...what do we do now? I want to kill more!"

[Condunum]

"Anthrop...Anth....Athoropomo... I am sorry, my English is not perfect. What does this word mean?" Takao blushed. Normally, he prided himself as an intelligent and smart man, but this language... English... Really did him for a number. it was confusing, there were no noticeable genders, word rules made no sense, and everything was just... Stupid. The sentence structure, oh god the sentence structure!

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Anthrop...Anth....Athoropomo... I am sorry, my English is not perfect. What does this word mean?" Takao blushed. Normally, he prided himself as an intelligent and smart man, but this language... English... Really did him for a number. it was confusing, there were no noticeable genders, word rules made no sense, and everything was just... Stupid. The sentence structure, oh god the sentence structure!

"I believe it is a type of cheese," Aziraphale offered.

[Condunum]

"Cheese? Men made of cheese? Ha! Now this is a sight I would have love to see! What did they use to fight? Whipped cream? Bread swords? Rice bombs?" Takao was laughing to himself at the absurd possibilities of this. He had only recently become exposed to cheese on a large level. And he found it rather repugnant.

[Liriena]

"Anthrop...Anth....Athoropomo... I am sorry, my English is not perfect. What does this word mean?" Takao blushed. Normally, he prided himself as an intelligent and smart man, but this language... English... Really did him for a number. it was confusing, there were no noticeable genders, word rules made no sense, and everything was just... Stupid. The sentence structure, oh god the sentence structure!

"I believe it is a type of cheese," Aziraphale offered.

"So did I...before Lir took me to Greenland." Marowit confessed, stiffling a groan, a reaction to a sudden wave of bad memories. All that fur...

"Cheese? Men made of cheese? Ha! Now this is a sight I would have love to see! What did they use to fight? Whipped cream? Bread swords? Rice bombs?" Takao was laughing to himself at the absurd possibilities of this. He had only recently become exposed to cheese on a large level. And he found it rather repugnant.

Lir snorted at Takao, fingers politely covering his lips. "No, silly! They were...well...how do I say it...human-shaped animals...Like...kittens with the shape of a human, but with their bodies covered in soft fur and their faces shaped like a cat's!"

Marowit groaned loudly this time, face cradled in his hands. "Oh...the awful memories...Make it stop!"

[Nude East Ireland]

Robert sighed, and sat down at the table. He pulled up a backpack and removed all of the rations inside it, placing them onto the table. Different kinds of food, all canned. Meat, potatoes, cranberry, mixed vegetables, and noodles. He sighed, and smiled. "Help yourselves," he said, as he opened a pre-heated can of noodles. He took out a fork and began to slurp them up.

Oh, and cheese. Lots of cheese.

[Condunum]

Takao gasped, "I kow of the type of people you talk of. In our culture, they were mystical beings who were confined to the mountains, and often weren't very furry. Some were, but most weren't... Sorry, I will begin to drone on about my culture."

It was true. Takao, upon first meeting a scholar interested in his time, talked so much about how proud he was of his people that he actually caused the man to retire from his position. He had had been so fed up with it that he didn't want to deal with it for anothe day.

And then Robert brought out food, and Takao recognized the noodles. Oh sweet heavenly mercy thank you, he thought to himself. His first Christian thought. He took a jar of noodles, and produced a pair of chopsticks from his kimono.

Mind you, Samurai do not wear anything but a loincloth under their kimono.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

A Yeti fell from the sky and landed right next to Jacob and Caspian and looked at the murderous viruses. "Well," said Mr. Darrenson, a local Yeti chief who lived in the school. "That was quite bizarre, would you not agree?" he asked the two boys in a posh accent. "Now, I do believe the school acted up yet again- what a tremendous bore- and now I'm here in this situation. Now, do tell me. We must find these viruses? What a pest, would you not agree?"

[Condunum]

"Oh. First a train in a school. That was okay. Then viruses. That was not okay. Then virus CUM. That was definitely not okay. Now a Yeti. You, sir, are the most normal thing we have seen in the past hour," Jacob said to the Yeti, not meaning to offend him. He stabbed another virus, and then turned to the Yeti again, "What do you mean find them? Like, there is a source?"

[Liriena]

"Yay!" Both Marowit and Lir squealed with delight and lunged for the potatoes and mixed vegetables. In a matter of seconds, the pair of gods had devoured the entire stock of them, leaving them panting for breath, teeth bared like those of feral creatures of the wild. The Wends of Poland had learned a lesson, many centuries ago: Slavic gods may seem small and gentle at first glance, but they eat like the most vicious and rabid polar bears.

[Astrolinium]

Caspian just dropped his mop and put his hands up, ignoring the viruses. "A yeti. A yeti. I'm done. I'm just... done here, for the moment."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Oh. First a train in a school. That was okay. Then viruses. That was not okay. Then virus CUM. That was definitely not okay. Now a Yeti. You, sir, are the most normal thing we have seen in the past hour," Jacob said to the Yeti, not meaning to offend him. He stabbed another virus, and then turned to the Yeti again, "What do you mean find them? Like, there is a source?"

A pause.

"I meant fight, actualleah." Darrenson said with some sheepishness. "A slip of the tongue. Those things can happen, years?" It was a very posh yeti. You could sometimes barely understand what he was saying, with "yes" becoming "years". "But finding a source works wonderfulleah. I quite agree with you. Whatever is most useful for us, years?"

This is where the Yeti would throw two ice beams and freeze some approaching viruses before shattering them with his hands.

[Constaniana]

"Yetis? Those are hardly the weirdest things I've seen here," Sir Nilark said, suddenly appearing next to Caspian, Jacob and the Yeti. He was holding Excalibur, along with a large treasure chest and a Christmas tree. Anticipating questions from the two students the knight simply shook his head. "Don't ask. Just getting some stuff."

[Astrolinium]

Caspian whipped about to face Nilark, putting his hands to his face, wide-eyed.

It was that sort of day.

He shouted, "Oh, bloody hell!"

Then he looked beseechingly at Jacob, hoping that he would find some source of constancy and normality there, and found himself wondering whether or not he'd been drugged.

[Constaniana]

"Ah, another Englishman! Here, you're fit to carry this Christmas tree I happened to find. Good solid British tradition they are. By which I mean we borrowed it from the Germans and forgot to tell everyone about it. Like sausages and our grammar structure," Eldliam said cheerfully, holding the tree so the cut-off end of the trunk was pointing at the time-travelling lad. "So what have you Yetis been up to? It's been a while since I've ran into one of you lot,"

[Condunum]

Jacob wrap his arm around Caspian, and kissed his cheek in the midst of everything. He figured it would be a kind gesture, even in company. "Don't worry, Caspian. All this weirdness will be over... Eventually... And then we can go to that restaurant like I promised."

He then turned towards another attacking Virus, and slashed his crude blade through one of its tentacle things, sending it away from him. "Where even would these things be coming from?"

[Astrolinium]

Caspian blushed. Like, turned bright red. A bit of a nod to yesterday, as yesterday had been that kind of day. He also totally ignored the Christmas tree. Rather, instead he had a sudden burst of inspiration. "Well, if this railroad is like a bloodstream, perhaps there's an open wound?"