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by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:20 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 Nude East Ireland » Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:36 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:42 pm
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:And Damien walked up next to James. He looked at the Canadian, and sighed. "James Callahan. James. Fucking. Callahan. I've been waiting a long time for this, Callahan. It took two years, two deaths, and a war with the King of Hell to do it, but now I'm here, with you, and now it's time." He smirked, and cracked his knuckles.
"You killed me. You killed me. You... you fucking killed me. But what's honor anymore? Even I wouldn't know. But you... You are the dregs of humanity, Callahan. You're Canadian... and I'm redundant.
But that isn't the point, fuckface. The point is, I hoped we could get along someday. Maybe I'd finance your wedding. Buy you and Jade a nice little house in the North Pole - you've been to Montreal, right? Well, it doesn't matter. But now I guess that's all pointless. Then again, I did fuck her. That was a nice experience. Am I lying, though? Maybe. But, I digress. Now I'm just rambling."
Damien grabbed Callahan's shoulder, and pulled him close. "I fucking hate you. I despise you. And if I were still alive, I'd spend every single cent making your life a living Hell. But I've only got a few seconds."
Then he punched James in the balls, murdering billions of future Callahans. He waited a moment to savor the effects, before he grabbed some shrapnel and removed Callahan's shirt. He observed James' tattoo, and sighed. "I also don't want my face on your back. It ruins my glorious complexion."
He slashed some of the skin from James' back, taking his face from the tattoo. He tossed the skin aside, as well as the shrapnel.
"Well, looks like I'm leaving for that big roleplay in the sky. Bye Callahan."
Damien finally began fading away.
"Oh, and I did fuck Jade. Hard. It was the best fuck I've had.
"Damien, no, wait!" James cried out, lunging for the boy. But it was too late, he had already vanished away. James fell to the ground on his knees. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"I need two more fucking minutes."
Then, Death, possibly out of the fact a broomstick had been shoved up its ass and because I'm the OP, granted it.
Then Richard popped into being in front of James, a cigar in his hand. He glanced at James. "You'll be keeping the floors clean, correct?"
James got to his feet, ignited his right fist, and spun around. The hand stopped inches from Richard's temple, the flames just barely licking the sides of his face.
"Richard... Fuck you." He stated bluntly. "You aren't supposed to die. Lewis isn't supposed to be dead, Damien isn't supposed to be dead, Jade isn't supposed to be dead, Minh isn't supposed to be dead, and my cousin isn't supposed to be dead. I'm not going to toil away at the fucking floors while the rest of you disappear into oblivion to be forgotten by everyone else.
He withdrew his hand and extinguished the fire, and the scarlet in his right eye faded back to a blue/green. "You all deserve more than that. I'm going to keep all of you alive, all of you immortal. Maybe not directly, but I can at least ensure your stories are never forgotten."
He hugged the old man tightly. "I don't know how, but I will. I can promise you all that much. Just... Come back, alright? Find the others and come back to us, alright?" Steam rose from under his left eye, as a tear was quickly evaporated. "And tell everyone... Tell them I'm sorry, for failing."
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 Hardened Pyrokinetics » Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:52 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:"Damien, no, wait!" James cried out, lunging for the boy. But it was too late, he had already vanished away. James fell to the ground on his knees. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
James got to his feet, ignited his right fist, and spun around. The hand stopped inches from Richard's temple, the flames just barely licking the sides of his face.
"Richard... Fuck you." He stated bluntly. "You aren't supposed to die. Lewis isn't supposed to be dead, Damien isn't supposed to be dead, Jade isn't supposed to be dead, Minh isn't supposed to be dead, and my cousin isn't supposed to be dead. I'm not going to toil away at the fucking floors while the rest of you disappear into oblivion to be forgotten by everyone else.
He withdrew his hand and extinguished the fire, and the scarlet in his right eye faded back to a blue/green. "You all deserve more than that. I'm going to keep all of you alive, all of you immortal. Maybe not directly, but I can at least ensure your stories are never forgotten."
He hugged the old man tightly. "I don't know how, but I will. I can promise you all that much. Just... Come back, alright? Find the others and come back to us, alright?" Steam rose from under his left eye, as a tear was quickly evaporated. "And tell everyone... Tell them I'm sorry, for failing."
Richard laughed. "Kid, sit down, alright? Look, just relax for a moment." He paused. "Did you fuck up? Certainly. In many regards you did absolutely fuck up. But so did I. I've made more fuckups than you can possibly imagine. If I am honest, I am a more powerful man than you, and my errors in judgement have been correspondingly huger." he said.
"Now, you made some screwups. The two personalities thing was really rather a big one. Hiding your powers, yet another. But you also helped. For one, you killed Zacheriah. Not Crowley, not Damien, you did. You killed a few hundred creatures in your two year break. You helped make a good Christmas for everyone at Elfen High, even if they didn't acknowledge it. Most importantly, you helped me keep the school clean."
"James Callahan was born on Earth, and fought harder than anyone else for his home. He was a soldier and a fighter, who tried to fight whoever he could. Often he succeeded. Callahan was also a skilled tactician, and it was an honour to know him." Richard said. "You went for a long time without allies- which was halfly your own fault- but you take the chance to make things better. You're an asshole, a bastard, a dick and a cunt. But you are fundamentally a good person." Richard assured him. "I believe in you as I believed in Crowley, and as I believe in humanity. Don't let me down, James Callahan." he said, beginning to fade.
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:59 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 Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:24 pm
Hardened Pyrokinetics wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Richard laughed. "Kid, sit down, alright? Look, just relax for a moment." He paused. "Did you fuck up? Certainly. In many regards you did absolutely fuck up. But so did I. I've made more fuckups than you can possibly imagine. If I am honest, I am a more powerful man than you, and my errors in judgement have been correspondingly huger." he said.
"Now, you made some screwups. The two personalities thing was really rather a big one. Hiding your powers, yet another. But you also helped. For one, you killed Zacheriah. Not Crowley, not Damien, you did. You killed a few hundred creatures in your two year break. You helped make a good Christmas for everyone at Elfen High, even if they didn't acknowledge it. Most importantly, you helped me keep the school clean."
"James Callahan was born on Earth, and fought harder than anyone else for his home. He was a soldier and a fighter, who tried to fight whoever he could. Often he succeeded. Callahan was also a skilled tactician, and it was an honour to know him." Richard said. "You went for a long time without allies- which was halfly your own fault- but you take the chance to make things better. You're an asshole, a bastard, a dick and a cunt. But you are fundamentally a good person." Richard assured him. "I believe in you as I believed in Crowley, and as I believe in humanity. Don't let me down, James Callahan." he said, beginning to fade.
"First off, the Christmas stuff was the DH guy." James corrected him. "And while he was doing that, I was being a dickless coward attempting to run away from my problems by adopting another life in another universe."
He sighed. "But... I guess you're right. Maybe... Maybe I can make things right..." More steam. "I just... So many people I let down, so many people who are just... Gone. Everyone I've ever loved is dead - My family, including my parents and brother. I pushed Jade away, and wasn't there when she needed me most. Ivy despises me, Hilde has been gone for a long time, and I shot Damien rather than try and save him. Hell, I was directly responsible for Lewis' death, and in a way I loved him too." He looked the fading man in the eyes. "I guess... I guess I just wanted forgiveness, y'know? To be told by one of them that everything was alright."
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 Constaniana » Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:39 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:45 pm
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:57 pm
by Rupudska » Sat Mar 16, 2013 5:09 am
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Astrolinium » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:39 am
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 16, 2013 3:12 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 Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:01 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 Constaniana » Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:09 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Astrolinium » Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:20 pm
by Nude East Ireland » Sat Mar 16, 2013 6:40 pm
by Hardened Pyrokinetics » Sat Mar 16, 2013 7:24 pm
Pope Joan wrote:I had a client who stole the magnetic flashing light from the top of a police car.
It was parked in front of his house because they were asking his parents about his theft of 100 pounds of copper wire from the high school.
Galloism wrote:I bet it takes a lot of weed to get stoned to death.
New Manvir wrote:Canada: We have flying bears.
greed and death wrote:It is a sad day when we criticize the President for honoring a solider who gave everything for his nation.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 16, 2013 7:36 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 Constaniana » Sat Mar 16, 2013 8:16 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 16, 2013 8:37 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 16, 2013 9:01 pm
by Ende » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:41 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:"I've got nothing to say to any of you," Damien announced, as he pushed his way through the crowd. He stopped at Crowley, and sighed. "Aleister," he began. "I never really said goodbye to you. I'm still mad at you for being a dick. You know, when I killed my family. But I've got five minutes left, and I'd rather use them to tell you that after all we've been through, I love you like a father. I always will. Thank you, Al. It meant a lot, all those times we chatted. But I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to live for a little longer. Ah... well... what are you going to do, you know?"
He looked down for a moment, then hugged Crowley, squeezing him tightly. He let go, and then smiled. "Well, I don't have much to say. Never did, never have, never will. Well, I'll be dead soon. Death is a douchebag. But he mentioned some other reality that he sent the dead to. Sounds better than being reborn as some snot-nosed punk. Well, some poor snot-nosed punk. But before I go, I have to talk to James. Well, not talk. But things will be said."
Crowley nodded and smiled at Damien. "You know what kid?" he asked. "You too." he hugged the British boy back. There was a collective "aww" from our studio audience, who exist and are tightly bound up in chains so they cannot ever escape. "It's fine. You lived as long as you could and...its really all fine. I'm sorry for everything, but..." Crowley paused, an idea in his head. "I have an idea on how to try to make it up for you. A weak way, but still a way. You'll see later. Well, you won't, but..."
Then Crowley turned to Minh. "You." he said warmly, shaking Minh's hand and hugging him tightly as well. "I'm sorry. For everything, really. You deserved better. You always did. But I'm going to make sure Daisuke gets a better life and I'll treat him better than I did you. You did too much for me and I did too little, far too little in return."
Minh merely gave a chuckle and a smile. "You know what? It's fine, Crowley. Just watch Daisuke for me, alright? I think things work out alright. I can rest now." he laughed. "I can finally rest at last...my role here is over." he smiled. "And you-" he turned to D. "Pleasure knowing you as well, kid. You'll go far, even if you annoyed me sometimes with the requests to destroy half the world with your experiments."
Finally, Richard.
Richard nodded to them all, giving a chuckle. "Yes. We all need to talk, I'm sure. The child-" gesture to D. "Knows what I am. Ask him that. Personally, I want to say this." he looked around the room. "I'm sorry. For quite a lot, really. There are a lot of things I could have stopped, a lot of lives I could have saved...but I was a fool. I was an idiot a long time ago. For a while, I just tried to stay out of the spotlight, keep the floors clean, keep the corpses out of the way and just try to keep things from falling apart...
"I was wrong. I was so wrong. I could not do that. And my attempts at subtly trying to change things and trying to forgive myself...it wouldn't have worked. As I die, I'm dying-" he struggled to explain his words. "I'm dying with the hope that maybe things might be different for you guys. Maybe eventually you can forgive, maybe eventually you can wash clean the things I've done and remember the good. I tried-"
Then Crowley grabbed him in a hug. "You tried well enough." he said simply. "You tried damn well enough." he said.
Richard laughed. "No. No I didn't. I managed to help you, and I managed to help quite a few others...but no. I could have done much more. Could have given a lot of others more time..."
He was quiet. "And now I will admit one last thing. One last act before I go." he sighed. "I'm a true bastard." he confessed to Calliel and Ivy, keeping his eyes hidden. He took a deep breath and began. "That child of yours...I knew it would be a stillborn." he admitted. "I expected that I was going to be dying very soon. April 4th was the day I died- I assumed that it would also be the end of the world, since I couldn't see anything further. As I learned more, I realised it was my death that was approaching soon. And so..." he gave a weary chuckle. "I...fixed things. I arranged it so you would have that child, but it would be my new body, a body for my soul to rest in..." he was quiet again. "I am a bastard." he confessed. "But I will try to redeem that..."
He rested one ghostly hand on the child's, then the ghost of Richard began to break down. "I will end my soul and try to give one to yours. It won't be me, but...it will be alive." As the ghost of Richard began to smash down, he grinned at Ivy. "Talk to Michael. He's still here, he has some answers he might be able to give you. But...keep your son safe, alright?"
Then he had one last piece of information to depart. "Tell James Callahan to keep the goddamn floors clean. And we need some more disinfectant, we've been running out."
Then Richard, janitor of Elfen High and much more, finally disappeared.
Then the baby started to cry, life entering it as the doctors just stared.*
*One of them retired the same day, stating his reasoning as "Fucking bullshit, man."
by Nude East Ireland » Sat Mar 16, 2013 10:42 pm
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