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by Nude East Ireland » Sun May 05, 2013 4:57 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun May 05, 2013 9:03 pm
by Erinkita » Mon May 06, 2013 8:23 am
by Erinkita » Mon May 06, 2013 8:46 am
Nude East Ireland wrote:There was a student at Elfen High, whose name was Elizabeth.
She wasn't particularly famous or well-known, and preferred to keep quiet most of the time. She was a practicing pyrokinetic, but had a lot to learn. For the most part, she wasn't really strong or smart. She was able to attend because her parents had gotten a large sum of money from some unknown benefactor, who had noticed their plight and had given pity on them. She always wondered who this man was, and why he cared so much. But it wasn't the main focus of her everyday life.
She wandered down the hall, entering the nurse's office. She sighed, and leaned against a wall. "Anybody here?" she asked, not seeing anybody in the waiting room.
by Nude East Ireland » Mon May 06, 2013 5:42 pm
Erinkita wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:There was a student at Elfen High, whose name was Elizabeth.
She wasn't particularly famous or well-known, and preferred to keep quiet most of the time. She was a practicing pyrokinetic, but had a lot to learn. For the most part, she wasn't really strong or smart. She was able to attend because her parents had gotten a large sum of money from some unknown benefactor, who had noticed their plight and had given pity on them. She always wondered who this man was, and why he cared so much. But it wasn't the main focus of her everyday life.
She wandered down the hall, entering the nurse's office. She sighed, and leaned against a wall. "Anybody here?" she asked, not seeing anybody in the waiting room.
"Down here," Jillybean said from above Elizabeth's head.
The clown girl had arrived at Elfen High this morning, unpacked her things, and attended a very interesting history class. Before dropping her off, Gramma Huggs had told her to report to the nurse's office regularly. Uncle Busy's attack had almost killed her. If they hadn't been one hopstep away from Illitria, home of the greatest medical technology in the multiverse, she might have died anyway. Her body was now home to a colony of nanobots designed to repair her tissues. Jillybean felt fine, but apparently they weren't quite done. She had dutifully reported to the waiting room when she noticed the thick metal rafters in the ceiling. Obviously she had no choice but the climb up there and hang by her knees.
"You're upside-down," she commented to the other girl, her skirt up around her waist exposing her red and white striped leggings. "If you went outside, you might fall forever."
by Erinkita » Tue May 07, 2013 2:11 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue May 07, 2013 2:25 pm
Erinkita wrote:Sisitu was lost amid the sound and fury. The sounds of a dozen different weapons assaulted her ears, mingled with the screams of the living and the dying. She lost track of her kappa and her cockatrices. Behind her wall of ISSR agents, she could barely see the battle. She unloaded freezing crossbow bolts through the gaps between them. Perhaps she hit some of them, perhaps not. Inside her war chest, her baby silently raged. A tall armoured form in front of her collapsed. For a moment she glimpsed blue eyes and a thick black beard at her own eye level before the bulky dwarf slammed into her and knocked her to the ground. She saw him raise a hammer over his head, ready to bring it down. And then she was viewing the scene from behind, herwebbed hands holding a wakizashi. The enchanted blade cut through the dwarf's barrell chest like butter. His entire top half flopped to the ground and Sisitu scrambled desperately to her feet. She didn't remember consciously using the kappa, but she had obviously done so. Five thousand years of trying to die and her survival instincts were still strong.
She got her bearings in time to hear Andreas calling to fall back. She was more than eager to obey. Angels and humans jostled her to the back of the group. They knew who the weak link was. The kappa looked up at her without emotion. Its brother was dead. She didn't feel it die, but it was gone now. She was surprised to feel sorrowful about that. This creature had done enough. She placed a hand on its head and dismissed it. It faded from this world with a wet squelch.
Daniel returned soon after, soaked in blood and viscera. A priest, she reminded herself, like she used to be. A long life makes killers of us all.
She did as he intructed and stretched out her mind to the tikbalang. It was sitting cross-legged on the border of a pit, looking down at...
"It's found what looks like a diamond," she said "It glows blue. There's definitely something magical about it. It looks like they were excavating the area looking for it."
Norvenia wrote:"We need to get out of here, now," Daniel growled. The priest looked like some kind of horrific monster; he was drenched in blood from head to foot, dripping with it, leaving a trail of gore in his wake. None of it was his. In a swift, practiced motion, Daniel reloaded his rifle and pistol. For a moment, he felt an agonizing weight on his heart. I have done murder this day. Murder such as I hoped never to do again. And in spite of it all, a good man still died on my watch. The priest closed his eyes. Later. I'll grieve for all of this senseless waste - but later. For now, these people still need me.
Daniel walked quickly down the line. "I need to know right now if anyone is scratched, bitten, wounded. If anyone is feeling strange, light-headed, or hearing voices. We leave no one behind, but we don't take risks, either." The priest turned to Sisitu. "If your friend has found anything useful, I need to know about it right now. Unless the key to preventing Armageddon is on this moon, then we're leaving while we still can. We've learned enough, and we're dead if we stay." Daniel sighed. "But if there's something more important than all of our lives at stake here, then we have to go and get it."
With a swift turn, the priest addressed the ISSR team. "Okay. Now. Gabriel, you take Avery, Akil, Edward, Jon, Dr. Horn, and Orv. I need to know that our line of retreat is open, so your team needs to secure the tunnel and the church, and call in for immediate extraction. The shuttle should land at the courtyard outside Peter Church. Team two is me, Sisitu, Alastor, Alexandria, Nguni, Adam, and David. If the tiklabang turns something up, then we're going to go retrieve it. We're going to come running hell for leather for extraction immediately thereafter, so the shuttle needs to be waiting and team one needs to be ready to cover us." Daniel chambered a round into his rifle, the ratcheting sound loud in the tunnel. "Gabriel," he added quietly, "try to retrieve Charles' body." Daniel nodded briefly. "No one gets left behind."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue May 07, 2013 2:50 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley sat quietly in the bar for a while. He gave Dionysus a nod and a tip for his help before walking back through the tunnels into his school. He paused briefly in the tunnel for once, just sitting down and taking a few breaths.
Goddammit. He knew that seeing Dionysus was a bad idea. Not because the god didn't give good advice- he gave wonderful advice- but because Crowley realised he had just doomed his friend, as he doomed almost everyone he had come into contact with.
Fixban. Damien. Lewis. Richard. Calhoun. Minh. Leah.
Crowley realised he very desperately needed one more drink, one more goddamn drink. Just one fucking drink.
Minh sighed. "I-I just- I...I've seen so many things go wrong. My family, my childhood, I...I just want something to go right for once. Just once. I'm staying with you until the very end, Crowley. Until the very end."
No. No, fuck that. He wouldn't disrespect that man's memory this way. He didn't have the right to do that. What the fuck was he thinking, considering that he could ignore the sacrifices made and just leave?
"Finally, you're going to be a goddamn man and stop crying. You're a godawful human being, and I would have no qualms about killing ye' right now. But Elfen High needs ye'. You're, through some divine assholery, the only thing standing between this school and the hundreds of innocents, and Nylara, who have put their lives in your grubby hands. No more disappearing. No more mourning. No more bullshit. Ye' have a job to do, pussy."
"One more fucking run." Crowley growled to himself. "Just one more fucking run."
Then he paused, remembering Rosalind. Remembering Black and White. Then his energy collapsed out of him. He was expected to save the world. Hah. Saving the world. Sanchez could do a better job of that. Fuck, Calhoun could have done a better job of that. Lewis. Damien. Minh. He was not the man for this job at all.
Crowley couldn't save this school.
He couldn't even save one little girl from her own thoughts.
Almost unconsciously, Crowley felt a bottle of whiskey materialise in his hands as he went off in another direction down the tunnels. He needed some time and a beer. Maybe it would make sense here in the darkness, away from the sun. The sun would just illuminate his mistakes.
Here in the cold darkness, Crowley wouldn't even see himself, the biggest mistake.
What Crowley saw instead was a woman in a low-cut and short red dress.
Let me correct myself - what Crowley saw a woman in a low-cut and short red dress's breasts.
She was a tall woman, which is a polite way of saying that her legs were ripped from a Humphrey Bogart movie. She was curvacious - not in a cartoonish way, but the exact right size in all of her, ahem, "features" to allure. She had skin as white as alabaster - not as white as snow, that was Disney movie beauty. She had long raven locks that went down to her shoulders. She wore the exact right amount of lipstick, or perhaps her lips were simply the vivid shade of red that reminded Crowley of a different kind of lips. She had a twinkle in her eyes, which changed color with Crowley's preferences. She had a coy smile that suggested a challenge, almost. She swayed when she walked, her heels tapping against the pavement like the rhythmic beat of an excited heart. She winked at the headmaster.
He recognized her instantly. Everyone did, somewhere in their minds, but Crowley was one of the few who could give her a name.
"Aleister Crowley," Lust cooed, "How long it has been. Too long."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue May 07, 2013 2:57 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:What Crowley saw instead was a woman in a low-cut and short red dress.
Let me correct myself - what Crowley saw a woman in a low-cut and short red dress's breasts.
She was a tall woman, which is a polite way of saying that her legs were ripped from a Humphrey Bogart movie. She was curvacious - not in a cartoonish way, but the exact right size in all of her, ahem, "features" to allure. She had skin as white as alabaster - not as white as snow, that was Disney movie beauty. She had long raven locks that went down to her shoulders. She wore the exact right amount of lipstick, or perhaps her lips were simply the vivid shade of red that reminded Crowley of a different kind of lips. She had a twinkle in her eyes, which changed color with Crowley's preferences. She had a coy smile that suggested a challenge, almost. She swayed when she walked, her heels tapping against the pavement like the rhythmic beat of an excited heart. She winked at the headmaster.
He recognized her instantly. Everyone did, somewhere in their minds, but Crowley was one of the few who could give her a name.
"Aleister Crowley," Lust cooed, "How long it has been. Too long."
Crowley reacted. Violently.
A burst of flame emitted from his body and flew out as a giant fireball around him, burning everything within a dozen metres of him. Plants and animals who had the misfortune of being in this distance found their lifespans drastically reduced, and Lust was undoubtedly set aflame.
Of course, regeneration would help, and there was the fact that it did not seem at all that Crowley's heart was in it right now. He was tired and worn, not particularly caring to fight except out of instinct. After a few seconds, he shut off the flame. "Forget it." he sighed, waving. "Sit down, what do you want?" he asked, the flames in the tunnel now lighting it as he looked at the ground and drank from his bottle, which had remained unharmed.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue May 07, 2013 3:53 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Astrolinium wrote:Parnell drew his eyebrows together. Not quite frowning, but...
...this was odd. He backed away slowly. In his fearful state, his accent has begun to lapse into his native Appalachian mode of speech rather than the more neutral voice that had developed over his years in England. He muttered, "Okay, I can see fetch ain't your favorite game."
Cerberus' middle head barred its teeth in a facsimile of an eager grin, licking its lips. With a cry, it rushed at Parnell with speed that can only be described as "bullshit", spitting small bursts of blue flame at its pray as it ran. After a moment, it leaped into the air, attempting to tackle Parnell, swatting at him with its paws while in the air.
The sound of a helicopter overhead grew in intensity.Astrolinium wrote:M.T. closed the book, not bothering to mark his place.
"I really would," he said, "recommend checking out that book, in that case. I do believe they have it as an audio-book now; for all I know it's been turned into a motion picture. It appears that the modern method of parenting does not include teaching respect to one's elders. Such flippancy is unbecoming for one of so few years."
He flexed his hands - clawlike and bony, with only a thin film of leathery skin covering them, the color of snow. He put the book down on a table and stared at the young demon. M.T.'s eyes were glowing red embers set into abyssal pools of darkness.
"Oh, you look like my mother," Lewis Jameson rolled his eyes, "Can you point me to Mr. Crowley's office? I need to check in still."Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanchez nodded. "You are correct, it is. We generally do so and have been doing so for the last ten years, keeping the world stable and so on. But-" Sanchez raised a finger. "This is where Elfen High has a personal stake. Allow me to explain. We have been experimenting with advanced technology, primarily related to space. This has been in order to help perfect and build our infant colonies on the Moon and the even smaller one we will build soon on Mars. Crowley helped foot the bill, D and Daisuke helped to design. And Raphael agreed to have the Armenio moon in Hell be a test subject in exchange for advanced weapons technology. Are you aware of the events currently unfolding on Armenio?"
"Armenio?" Aziraphale said, slipping into "living encyclopedia" mode, "Heavensgate moon. Not much of a history, recent colony, to my understand. There are many old legends that state Abbadon's empire saw a voyage there a top a mighty qilin - one of the few demon mythological creatures to cross over into humanity's knowledge, to my understanding, though it did mutate quite a bit - which is an impossible notion, as everyone knows qilins cannot breathe in space and are terrified of the moons, anyways. What's your point, Lord Rick Sanchez?"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nude East Ireland » Tue May 07, 2013 4:20 pm
Erinkita wrote:Jillybean grinned at Elizabeth, grabbed the bram with her hands, flipped her body, and landed lightly on her feet.
"Depends on your perspective, I guess. Gravity seems to think up is that way and down is this why. But what does it know? Fundamental forces don't even have brains." She grabbed Elizabeth's hand in both of hers and shook exuberantly. "My name's Jillybean. It's my first day here. Who are you?"
by Erinkita » Tue May 07, 2013 4:48 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue May 07, 2013 4:53 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley reacted. Violently.
A burst of flame emitted from his body and flew out as a giant fireball around him, burning everything within a dozen metres of him. Plants and animals who had the misfortune of being in this distance found their lifespans drastically reduced, and Lust was undoubtedly set aflame.
Of course, regeneration would help, and there was the fact that it did not seem at all that Crowley's heart was in it right now. He was tired and worn, not particularly caring to fight except out of instinct. After a few seconds, he shut off the flame. "Forget it." he sighed, waving. "Sit down, what do you want?" he asked, the flames in the tunnel now lighting it as he looked at the ground and drank from his bottle, which had remained unharmed.
Rather than burn, Lust simply allowed her dress to dissolve into some very distracting black lingerie. She slithered up to him, her lips pursing.
"Oh, I just want to see what's wrong, dear," she said comfortingly, wrapping her arm around Crowley's shoulder, "We go hand-in-hand, you know. I can feel when you're down, we all."
She kissed him on the cheek.
"You were always my favorite," she added.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nude East Ireland » Tue May 07, 2013 4:58 pm
Erinkita wrote:Jillybean glanced around the empty waiting room for something to do. Disappointed with her options, she collapsed backwards into one of the old armchairs and began tapping the floor with her feet to the tune of a nursery ryme she could only half remember.
"Why are you in the nurse's office, Elizabeth Müller?" she asked.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue May 07, 2013 5:01 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:Rather than burn, Lust simply allowed her dress to dissolve into some very distracting black lingerie. She slithered up to him, her lips pursing.
"Oh, I just want to see what's wrong, dear," she said comfortingly, wrapping her arm around Crowley's shoulder, "We go hand-in-hand, you know. I can feel when you're down, we all."
She kissed him on the cheek.
"You were always my favorite," she added.
Crowley did not particularly seem to give a damn about Lust at the moment, which was rather a surprise considering it was Crowley. He was, however, drinking his whiskey cup- which notably kept refilling, so it never actually went down.
"What on Earth do you want right now, Lust?" he repeated, his hands seeming to twitch and not making a grab for the demon's considerable assets. Instead, they seemed to be twitching with the urge to not strangle her and drop the glass. "I am busy as it is." said the tired wizard drinking out of a whiskey cup underneath the school's tunnels.
by Erinkita » Tue May 07, 2013 5:08 pm
by Nude East Ireland » Tue May 07, 2013 5:12 pm
Erinkita wrote:Jillybean's foot-tapping rhythm briefly became a panicked cacophony before she forced her feet to stay still. "Did I hurt you with my handshake earlier?!" she yelped "I'm sorry! You go ahead of me. I'm just here for a checkup, I feel fine honestly. Who do you think is in there right now? They're taking a while."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue May 07, 2013 5:22 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Erinkita » Tue May 07, 2013 5:23 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue May 07, 2013 5:31 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Parnell squeaked again and ran. Unfortunately, he was a classics major, not a track star. He was knocked aside by one of the dog's paws, slamming into the wall. He definitely felt something crack, and pain exploded in his midsection. "Ah, fuck!" he shouted. Fortunately, he still had a tight hold on the shroud.
Astrolinium wrote:M.T. pointed out the door and said, "Crowley's office is that way. However, I don't think he's currently in -- the school doesn't reek nearly enough of potential death for him to be in. And believe me, mewling infant of a demon, I have an acute sense of smell."
He sighed and added, "When you die, as you shall inevitably do at least once, I shall take great pleasure in feasting on your soul."
Erinkita wrote:After the queasy minotaur currently occupying Elfen High's medical staff's attention was dealt with, Jillybean did let Elizabeth get taken care of first. When her turn came, she was told the nanites were basically finished and that she would pee them out sometime tomorrow, which would likely be excrutiatingly painful.
Devoid of anything to occupy her, the class schedule operating on a "whenever teachers have a spare moment" basis, she took to wandering the halls in search of something more interesting.
by Astrolinium » Tue May 07, 2013 5:41 pm
by Erinkita » Tue May 07, 2013 5:45 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Erinkita wrote:After the queasy minotaur currently occupying Elfen High's medical staff's attention was dealt with, Jillybean did let Elizabeth get taken care of first. When her turn came, she was told the nanites were basically finished and that she would pee them out sometime tomorrow, which would likely be excrutiatingly painful.
Devoid of anything to occupy her, the class schedule operating on a "whenever teachers have a spare moment" basis, she took to wandering the halls in search of something more interesting.
Enter Nick Bottom.
"O, woe is me!" Bottom cried, swooning and wiping his brow with the back of his hand, "Woe is Nick Bottom! Woe! I am strike with the most terrible of ills! Palsy! Plaque! Spanish flu! Ebona!"
He collapsed onto a chair next to Jillybean (one that had certainly not been there before) tearing his dress-shirt open and panting heavily. He dabbed his face with a dainty handkerchief - that of Aphrodite herself - coughing violently while gesticulating in the most creative fashion.
"By the tempests of fever and floods of mucus!" he bemoaned, "Poor Bottom is a grave man."
He suddenly became cognizant of his audience, stood, and took a bow.
"Good morrow, my fair lady," he said, "I must apologize, I did not see you there. Surely you recognize me, but I must assure you - I am not the vicious bastard son whom I have most recently portrayed in London. The magic of theatre."
He was completely serious about the last part.
"And who are you, fair sight?" he inquired, having forgotten his purported disease.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Tue May 07, 2013 6:19 pm
by Norvenia » Tue May 07, 2013 6:29 pm
by Nude East Ireland » Tue May 07, 2013 6:30 pm
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