by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Feb 08, 2014 3:32 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".
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by Agritum » Sat Feb 08, 2014 4:29 pm
Rick Sanchez now was in a lift, going down to the main ISSR base hidden underneath Bethlehem. He held onto the side rail of the lift, taking a few deep breaths and clenching his eyes and fists shut.
This would be an unthinkable war. It was intended to be short and easy. But somehow, Sanchez knew it wouldn't be. He felt it in his bones. He knew that it would be devastating to everyone. And that burden rested on him.
And Aleister Crowley. Sanchez did not trust Crowley at all. That man was a megalomaniac and a monster. Sanchez knew he was considered a monster by many, but he considered firmly that Crowley was above him in that respect. It was how he judged himself, a moral scale. At least I'm not Aleister fucking Crowley.
He took a final deep breath, fully composing himself as he stepped out of the lift to examine the new angel corpses.
"And lo, the SS Avalon lands after our day together. This is your captain Gabriel speaking, I hope you had a pleasant ride." Gabriel said over a microphone he had acquired from God knows where. The giant castle ship began to descend down on some new coordinates that Gabriel had helpfully provided. It was on an island in an ocean. Definitely Earth, but a different kind of Earth.
"Turn on the invisibility shield for this ship." he barked, sitting on a couch with the microphone and some popcorn. Gabriella turned on the invisibility shield, the ship vanishing to all outsiders as it descended down on the island. "We don't want to accidentally alert anyone. Where are we then? Earth. An Earth where the dragons and Fae had fought one another and nearly destroyed the whole place. They're still around, of course, but there's some important things I need to find here. After that, we can move onto Ivy and Caspian's native universe. The specific place we're at on this Earth is Alcatraz. You may have heard a thing or two about it, since it had a historical role in all your universes. In this one, it was a dungeon where the dragons ruled and tormented those who resisted them. But there was an uprising and the dragons who ruled had been killed - surprisingly to all. There's some history we can find here, but we'll have to be careful. I have no idea what creatures we may encounter. Should be exciting." he grinned.
"Shouldn't we study? Or prepare?" Gabriella asked timidly. "I don't think we should go in blind..."
"Of course we should go in blind! Always do what you're best at!" Gabriel replied.
The journey throughout space in Avalon had lasted a day or so, and had also been a way for Gabriel to explain his world's history. Or, at the least, his history. He was an angel in Heaven before Michael had cast him down for obscenity. He wandered Earth for a while, working alone. He became the King of Hell through some odd circumstances. He worked with the American Paranormal Society ("Basically the Men in Black" as he explained) for a time, where he had also met Gwen. He introduced Gwen as the Queen of the United Kingdom in his world, and who had fought along with him against some dangerous beings from outside the universe.
He also explained his relationship to Gabriella, by saying "You know Doctor Who, right? Basically she's my regeneration after I die. But she has no memory of being me. So we can keep the paradoxes from happening this way." Overall, he came off as a lecherous, self-absorbed asshole, but also quite important to whatever he was having them do.
"Now, dragons and Fae. Who knows what's going on there? Who knows what their relationship is?" Gabriel demanded, his couch rotating so he faced everyone.
Outside the ship, they heard the roar of a beast, along with the flapping of wings. The sound of a dragon, in other words. It would bring back a memory or two for Ivy, like when Azazel had created dragons with the walls of Dys during that battle. Caspian may remember dragons from his own travels as well.
Calliel stared at his sword, picking it in his hand as he walked out toward the auditorium of Elfen High. The school was emptier than usual. Two weeks ago, Crowley had announced to everyone that Elfen High would soon be going into war against Heaven. He allowed all students and staff who did not wish to stay the chance to take their leave. Once they did, memory of the exact reason they left was erased from their mind, replaced by another excuse. Crowley wanted to keep the invasion of Heaven as secret as possible while ensuring the safety of as many as he could.
It was different, really, from the man Calliel had once known. That man would have rushed into war without any pause for thought, of himself or those around him. He had changed, that was certain. Calliel walked through the relatively empty halls, finding himself seated in the auditorium. He looked up toward the stage, seeing Aleister Crowley walk on stage...wearing reading glasses. That was a change.
Calliel looked around, seeing more people enter. Some students and staff, some of those who that man Carry had brought with him. There was also an orc named Norack, and Laz - here Calliel gave a wave and a nod to his old friend. There were a handful of bears, remains of a dying society. Calliel was also aware that Crowley had many other people willing to fight for him, operating in Bethlehem right now.
Zoryana and Daniel walked in one after another, followed by Hilde and William. Zoryana had been in Elfen High on and off, having spent a fair bit of time in Russia and other former Soviet states, raising allies of her own. Prime Minister Hildegard Von Wulfbern was back from Berlin, where she was often busy in her new job. Alastor and some of his soldiers would also be in attendance, as would others not mentioned.
Daisuke's wheelchair rested next to the seat Ciel sat in, and he watched the stage expectantly while checking his phone for new details and messages from the ISSR regarding war plans. D was likely to be doing the same.
The people of Elfen High looked up at Crowley, expecting a speech. The man coughed. "Alright. Welcome and Welcome Back." he began. "Thank you for being here. It means quite a lot to me. This school holds unimaginable importance for me personally, and I will fight to the death to defend it. And I will also fight to make sure we can stop Uriel. Uriel, as you would know, is the ruler of Heaven and a tyrant. We have stayed in his looming shadow for some time now, and it's time we deal with it." Crowley said simply. "We'll be going into Mecca to find a portal from which we can enter Heaven. From there, many of our forces will burst into Heaven."
"We will fight. Not everyone will survive, one way or another. It's a fact. That's what happens in war. But I'll try my hardest to make sure that as many as we can save are saved." Crowley spoke to the auditorium, his voice calm and confident. "We will win. You have my word on this."
"We've defeated Azazel in the past." Crowley reminded them all. "We won the Abrahamic War. If we can topple Hell, we can topple Heaven. This is not a war we can't win. There's nothing we can't win. Tomorrow we're going to Bethlehem to confer with Rick Sanchez. Then we will go to Mecca and we will end Uriel at last."
by Swith Witherward » Sat Feb 08, 2014 4:52 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Calliel stared at his sword, picking it in his hand as he walked out toward the auditorium of Elfen High. The school was emptier than usual. Two weeks ago, Crowley had announced to everyone that Elfen High would soon be going into war against Heaven. He allowed all students and staff who did not wish to stay the chance to take their leave. Once they did, memory of the exact reason they left was erased from their mind, replaced by another excuse. Crowley wanted to keep the invasion of Heaven as secret as possible while ensuring the safety of as many as he could.
It was different, really, from the man Calliel had once known. That man would have rushed into war without any pause for thought, of himself or those around him. He had changed, that was certain. Calliel walked through the relatively empty halls, finding himself seated in the auditorium. He looked up toward the stage, seeing Aleister Crowley walk on stage...wearing reading glasses. That was a change.
Calliel looked around, seeing more people enter. Some students and staff, some of those who that man Carry had brought with him. There was also an orc named Norack, and Laz - here Calliel gave a wave and a nod to his old friend. There were a handful of bears, remains of a dying society. Calliel was also aware that Crowley had many other people willing to fight for him, operating in Bethlehem right now.
Zoryana and Daniel walked in one after another, followed by Hilde and William. Zoryana had been in Elfen High on and off, having spent a fair bit of time in Russia and other former Soviet states, raising allies of her own. Prime Minister Hildegard Von Wulfbern was back from Berlin, where she was often busy in her new job. Alastor and some of his soldiers would also be in attendance, as would others not mentioned.
Daisuke's wheelchair rested next to the seat Ciel sat in, and he watched the stage expectantly while checking his phone for new details and messages from the ISSR regarding war plans. D was likely to be doing the same.
The people of Elfen High looked up at Crowley, expecting a speech. The man coughed. "Alright. Welcome and Welcome Back." he began. "Thank you for being here. It means quite a lot to me. This school holds unimaginable importance for me personally, and I will fight to the death to defend it. And I will also fight to make sure we can stop Uriel. Uriel, as you would know, is the ruler of Heaven and a tyrant. We have stayed in his looming shadow for some time now, and it's time we deal with it." Crowley said simply. "We'll be going into Mecca to find a portal from which we can enter Heaven. From there, many of our forces will burst into Heaven."
"We will fight. Not everyone will survive, one way or another. It's a fact. That's what happens in war. But I'll try my hardest to make sure that as many as we can save are saved." Crowley spoke to the auditorium, his voice calm and confident. "We will win. You have my word on this."
"We've defeated Azazel in the past." Crowley reminded them all. "We won the Abrahamic War. If we can topple Hell, we can topple Heaven. This is not a war we can't win. There's nothing we can't win. Tomorrow we're going to Bethlehem to confer with Rick Sanchez. Then we will go to Mecca and we will end Uriel at last."
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Nude East Ireland » Sat Feb 08, 2014 5:22 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Feb 08, 2014 6:07 pm
Agritum wrote:Rick Sanchez now was in a lift, going down to the main ISSR base hidden underneath Bethlehem. He held onto the side rail of the lift, taking a few deep breaths and clenching his eyes and fists shut.
This would be an unthinkable war. It was intended to be short and easy. But somehow, Sanchez knew it wouldn't be. He felt it in his bones. He knew that it would be devastating to everyone. And that burden rested on him.
And Aleister Crowley. Sanchez did not trust Crowley at all. That man was a megalomaniac and a monster. Sanchez knew he was considered a monster by many, but he considered firmly that Crowley was above him in that respect. It was how he judged himself, a moral scale. At least I'm not Aleister fucking Crowley.
He took a final deep breath, fully composing himself as he stepped out of the lift to examine the new angel corpses.
Outside of the lift, Sanchez would be saluted by a young, redheaded girl clad in a desert uniform, complete with an helmet and night googles, and a bulky assault rifle in her hands. Sanchez would have also noticed her black armband, with a white cross impressed over it.
"Sir, I am the student St.Gabriel's Institute promised to send to you. I have been assigned under your command for the duration of the operation." Grace announced, keeping her salute. "Ready for orders."
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 Esternial » Sat Feb 08, 2014 6:08 pm
by Astrolinium » Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:33 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:53 pm
Agritum wrote:Hilde, who was surrounded by a group of German ninja bodyguards with gas masks and red glowing eyes, raised a placard decked out with the colors of Imperial Germany, the name of her country impressed over it with golden letters.
"I motion to have the permission to give a speech of five minutes in length, honorable principal."
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 Feb 08, 2014 11:09 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Alice sat in her office, quietly and patiently smoking on a Cuban cigar. Sitting on the other side of her desk was Francois, though he had grown an impressive beard, which was neither tidy or messy. His clothes were wrinkled, and his hands were tucked into his pockets. He held a cigarette in his mouth despite this.
"So you mean to tell me that you've never had sex with a Thai ladyboy?" Alice asked.
Francois shrugged. "Even the French have standards, Alice."
FU's Headmistress shook her head, as she sucked down the last of her cigar. "This is unacceptable," she began. "Crowley's war with Heaven is coming up, and what will happen if you die? Then you'll never get the chance."
"I think you're making this a bigger deal than you need to," the Frenchman replied. "I'm not a sexual deviant like yourself. Besides, how can I possibly trust you? You want to have sex with the King of Hell."
Alice gave Francois a frightening glance.
"Sorry, Lord of Hell," Francois continued. Alice snapped her fingers, burning Francois' cigarette into ash. He stood, wiping the ash off of his shirt and tie.
"Well, class is starting soon," he said, as he grabbed his jacket and slid into it as he approached the door.
"Francois," Alice said, her voice stopping him from opening the door. The Frenchie glanced back.
"I'm serious about our trip to Bangkok, you know. We can even bring the students if you'd prefer."
Francois nodded. "Yes, I'd love for my students to cheer me on as I go to a tranny brothel in Bangkok. Maybe after we can drug some famous football player, cut out his kidneys, and dump him into a hotel in Sochi."
Alice cracked a smile, the first in what seemed like a long while.
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 Swith Witherward » Sat Feb 08, 2014 11:37 pm
Esternial wrote:Her family massacred and its remnants scattered, Emilie knew there was no point in running and quietly sat in the Auditorium. She was part of a dying clan, one that had little hope of regaining the splendour it once enjoyed, so as a member she felt that there was no more place for her in this world. Vampires were reduced to living in the shadows, hiding amongst man. Though she took no preference to dominating others like cattle, she would have preferred both living side-by-side; perhaps that is why she took it upon herself to stay and serve a greater purpose rather than accommodate solely for her own needs. As wielder of her clan's heirloom, it was her duty to honour its name. For once she looked at the inscription that had ironically been left behind on the sword and took its words to heart.
Vince malum bono. Overcome evil with good.
It was time to shed the eternal stigma that rested on vampires and elevate herself to be more than a creature that fed on the blood of the living. That was her resolve, and as she made that resolve she felt a strange sensation enter her body. It felt like the sword resonated with her body. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but if she had to describe the sensation, it would be that the sword now felt as an extension of herself rather than a mere tool for killing. The feeling gave her confidence.
She was ready. Ready to do what was necessary. Ready to die for her goals.
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Feb 09, 2014 11:32 am
by Agritum » Sun Feb 09, 2014 2:03 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Agritum wrote:Outside of the lift, Sanchez would be saluted by a young, redheaded girl clad in a desert uniform, complete with an helmet and night googles, and a bulky assault rifle in her hands. Sanchez would have also noticed her black armband, with a white cross impressed over it.
"Sir, I am the student St.Gabriel's Institute promised to send to you. I have been assigned under your command for the duration of the operation." Grace announced, keeping her salute. "Ready for orders."
"Excellent." Sanchez said with a smile, extending out his hand to shake her's. "It is very good to meet you. I was aware you were coming. I assume you've met Lily White before?" he asked, calling over the other girl who had arrived at Bethlehem just a few hours ago.
Lily had been in Elfen High for a few weeks, as per Sanchez's instructions. But as the war plans grew, he called her back to Bethlehem to prepare for the war against Heaven. She would likely be having lunch, as it was that time of the day.
."Headmaster." Crowley corrected instinctively, holding out the microphone for Hilde to pick up. "Make a short speech if you like. Try not to insult our non-human members, if you will. They'll be fighting alongside you very, very soon." Crowley said sternly, as though he were an actual teacher
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Feb 09, 2014 2:55 pm
by Constaniana » Sun Feb 09, 2014 3:50 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 Nude East Ireland » Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:31 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:Alice sat in her office, quietly and patiently smoking on a Cuban cigar. Sitting on the other side of her desk was Francois, though he had grown an impressive beard, which was neither tidy or messy. His clothes were wrinkled, and his hands were tucked into his pockets. He held a cigarette in his mouth despite this.
"So you mean to tell me that you've never had sex with a Thai ladyboy?" Alice asked.
Francois shrugged. "Even the French have standards, Alice."
FU's Headmistress shook her head, as she sucked down the last of her cigar. "This is unacceptable," she began. "Crowley's war with Heaven is coming up, and what will happen if you die? Then you'll never get the chance."
"I think you're making this a bigger deal than you need to," the Frenchman replied. "I'm not a sexual deviant like yourself. Besides, how can I possibly trust you? You want to have sex with the King of Hell."
Alice gave Francois a frightening glance.
"Sorry, Lord of Hell," Francois continued. Alice snapped her fingers, burning Francois' cigarette into ash. He stood, wiping the ash off of his shirt and tie.
"Well, class is starting soon," he said, as he grabbed his jacket and slid into it as he approached the door.
"Francois," Alice said, her voice stopping him from opening the door. The Frenchie glanced back.
"I'm serious about our trip to Bangkok, you know. We can even bring the students if you'd prefer."
Francois nodded. "Yes, I'd love for my students to cheer me on as I go to a tranny brothel in Bangkok. Maybe after we can drug some famous football player, cut out his kidneys, and dump him into a hotel in Sochi."
Alice cracked a smile, the first in what seemed like a long while.
Suddenly, in front of them, a hologram appeared.
It was a hologram of Alexander Horn, who Francois and Alice had known from a few earlier adventures with him and Brazeneck in New Brunswick and Bangladesh. Horn looked at the pair of them. "Excellent to meet you." he said in French, since Francois and he were native in the language and Alice understood it. "Can you guys come to Bethlehem sometime soon? I have poutine. And we need to talk about the impeding war and such."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:49 pm
Agritum wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Excellent." Sanchez said with a smile, extending out his hand to shake her's. "It is very good to meet you. I was aware you were coming. I assume you've met Lily White before?" he asked, calling over the other girl who had arrived at Bethlehem just a few hours ago.
Lily had been in Elfen High for a few weeks, as per Sanchez's instructions. But as the war plans grew, he called her back to Bethlehem to prepare for the war against Heaven. She would likely be having lunch, as it was that time of the day.
Grace nodded, shaking Sanchez's hand in kind. "Yes, sir. I made acquaintance with her back in Elfen High, a few weeks ago. A competent and dutiful person, truly. I'm looking forward to working with her." she replied, with a little smile.."Headmaster." Crowley corrected instinctively, holding out the microphone for Hilde to pick up. "Make a short speech if you like. Try not to insult our non-human members, if you will. They'll be fighting alongside you very, very soon." Crowley said sternly, as though he were an actual teacher
Hilde suppressed a grunt of outrage at Crowley's race-traitor manners, before standing up and walking to the podium where the microphone was placed. She thumped on it a few times, before adjusting its position and starting to speak.
"Sons and daughters of Earth! Soon, our armies shall march on the very clouds of the celestial realm, bringing death, destruction and despair to our avowed enemies! Myself, I have awaited for this moment since forever: this is not the end of our story, my brethren, but just the start of another epic tale! The humanity of decades ago, plagued by internal strife and conflict, will soon leave space for a new brand of humanity! An united humanity! An invincible humanity! A species so supreme that even the very gods of this universe won't be capable of stopping! The Golden Age of Humanity will soon come, my brethren, and you'll all be witness to it and the glory that it will bring! The day we'll defeat Heaven will mark this passage, and with it, a new world order shall rise! ALL HAIL MANKIND, FIERCE DAUGHTER OF GAIA!"
Hilde proceeded to bombastically spout the above words in her mic, making frenetical hand gestures and spirited facial expressions. Then, she suddenly recalled that she had to be at least a little more politically correct, otherwise the race-traitor Crowley would get upset.
"...I'd also like to thank our allies. Thanks."
And with that, she stepped down the podium.
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 » Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:50 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Agritum wrote:Grace nodded, shaking Sanchez's hand in kind. "Yes, sir. I made acquaintance with her back in Elfen High, a few weeks ago. A competent and dutiful person, truly. I'm looking forward to working with her." she replied, with a little smile.
.
Hilde suppressed a grunt of outrage at Crowley's race-traitor manners, before standing up and walking to the podium where the microphone was placed. She thumped on it a few times, before adjusting its position and starting to speak.
"Sons and daughters of Earth! Soon, our armies shall march on the very clouds of the celestial realm, bringing death, destruction and despair to our avowed enemies! Myself, I have awaited for this moment since forever: this is not the end of our story, my brethren, but just the start of another epic tale! The humanity of decades ago, plagued by internal strife and conflict, will soon leave space for a new brand of humanity! An united humanity! An invincible humanity! A species so supreme that even the very gods of this universe won't be capable of stopping! The Golden Age of Humanity will soon come, my brethren, and you'll all be witness to it and the glory that it will bring! The day we'll defeat Heaven will mark this passage, and with it, a new world order shall rise! ALL HAIL MANKIND, FIERCE DAUGHTER OF GAIA!"
Hilde proceeded to bombastically spout the above words in her mic, making frenetical hand gestures and spirited facial expressions. Then, she suddenly recalled that she had to be at least a little more politically correct, otherwise the race-traitor Crowley would get upset.
"...I'd also like to thank our allies. Thanks."
And with that, she stepped down the podium.
Crowley just facepalmed. He stood up there like that for a few seconds. "Alright, lesson learnt from this? Hilde should not be given a microphone or any type of amplifying device, and her boyfriend ought to keep her mouth busy with other things." he looked at D. "Oh yes, there's Franklin up there." He used the microphone, now powering it with magic rather than electricity. "We will indeed get started with the work. I'm arranging transportation to Bethlehem soon through means of a portal. You have any other remarks?"
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Feb 09, 2014 5:13 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Suddenly, in front of them, a hologram appeared.
It was a hologram of Alexander Horn, who Francois and Alice had known from a few earlier adventures with him and Brazeneck in New Brunswick and Bangladesh. Horn looked at the pair of them. "Excellent to meet you." he said in French, since Francois and he were native in the language and Alice understood it. "Can you guys come to Bethlehem sometime soon? I have poutine. And we need to talk about the impeding war and such."
Alice nodded. "Be right there," she replied.
The two suddenly appeared in Bethlehem, in the restaurant with Horn and Sanchez. Francois pulled out a cigarette, which Alice lit via snapping - Roy Mustang style.
"Lovely to see you again, Alexander," Alice said. "And Rick. It's... well, I can see you. What do we need to discuss."
Francois coughed, smoke flowing out of his mouth and upward into the air. "Clearly we need to discuss when this place got here. I've never had poutine in Israel before." The Frenchman nodded at the man at the counter. "Poutine, and lots of it. Oh, and some beer."
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 » Sun Feb 09, 2014 10:37 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Caspian Lawrence frowned, eyebrows slanting downward in a puppy dog-like manner. He was sitting in a chair -- quite an ordinary chair -- and in both hands he held a cup of tea. Gently, carefully, he lifted it to his mouth and took a sip.
He'd taken the day spent on Avalon as an opportunity for a change of dress. His old outfit -- inspired largely by the Second and Eleventh Doctors -- had grown to bore him, so he'd gone back to his roots in terms of where he'd acquired his dress sense, though in a way somewhat more suited for battle. 100% Rebel Time Traveler, he liked to think of it as -- no frills, no scarves, no bow ties, and no umbrellas. Pressed white oxford shirt under a navy waistcoat, with trousers in that same colour. Over that, a black suit jacket -- a bit of a lengthy affair, it went down to his knees -- with a red lining. Black Doc Martens on his feet. The pockets on the coat were, of course, bigger on the inside -- perfect for storing the multitude of futuristic weapons he possessed.
Lowering the tea again, Caspian said, voice a bit thin, "That sounds like a pterosaur. I had a nasty run-in with pterosaurs a few years back. But I'm going to make an inference based on the recent talk of dragons and say that that is not, in fact, a pterosaur, though it may indeed fit the designation of 'flying reptile'."
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 » Mon Feb 10, 2014 11:09 am
Agritum wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Excellent." Sanchez said with a smile, extending out his hand to shake her's. "It is very good to meet you. I was aware you were coming. I assume you've met Lily White before?" he asked, calling over the other girl who had arrived at Bethlehem just a few hours ago.
Lily had been in Elfen High for a few weeks, as per Sanchez's instructions. But as the war plans grew, he called her back to Bethlehem to prepare for the war against Heaven. She would likely be having lunch, as it was that time of the day.
Grace nodded, shaking Sanchez's hand in kind. "Yes, sir. I made acquaintance with her back in Elfen High, a few weeks ago. A competent and dutiful person, truly. I'm looking forward to working with her." she replied, with a little smile.
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 Agritum » Mon Feb 10, 2014 11:35 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Agritum wrote:Grace nodded, shaking Sanchez's hand in kind. "Yes, sir. I made acquaintance with her back in Elfen High, a few weeks ago. A competent and dutiful person, truly. I'm looking forward to working with her." she replied, with a little smile.
Sanchez nodded. "Do you have any particular questions for us? Have you been informed about the upcoming war?"
by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Feb 10, 2014 12:20 pm
Agritum wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanchez nodded. "Do you have any particular questions for us? Have you been informed about the upcoming war?"
"Affirmative, Sir. I don't know the finer details of the operation, given that they are highly classified, but I know what its final goal is. To be sincere, I still have some qualms about taking part in such an attack, but I feel as if I shouldn't have them: the Church itself authorized my presence here, and they surely know more about this situation than I do." Grace replied, glancing aside for a moment. Her expression was quite serious, right now.
"However, I still have one question, Mr Sanchez: do you think that what we will be doing will sit well with the Lord himself? Are we using our free will to move closer to him and fulfill his will, or are we attacking his own creation and realm? The Church itself thinks that the former is happening, and I lean towards that opinion, but...see, Sir, I'm still somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of possibly sinning and committing violence against Him."
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 Agritum » Mon Feb 10, 2014 12:35 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Agritum wrote:"Affirmative, Sir. I don't know the finer details of the operation, given that they are highly classified, but I know what its final goal is. To be sincere, I still have some qualms about taking part in such an attack, but I feel as if I shouldn't have them: the Church itself authorized my presence here, and they surely know more about this situation than I do." Grace replied, glancing aside for a moment. Her expression was quite serious, right now.
"However, I still have one question, Mr Sanchez: do you think that what we will be doing will sit well with the Lord himself? Are we using our free will to move closer to him and fulfill his will, or are we attacking his own creation and realm? The Church itself thinks that the former is happening, and I lean towards that opinion, but...see, Sir, I'm still somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of possibly sinning and committing violence against Him."
Sanchez frowned. "Well, I haven't been religious in quite some time." he said. "But personally, I'd say that the person in charge of Heaven right now, Uriel, is a psychopath and a monster. And God himself hasn't been seen by anyone in millennia, according to the archangel Raphael. Uriel is a sadist, and I can't imagine the God you worship condoning the things he does."
Again, Sanchez hadn't set foot in church for pious reasons in a very long time. He occasionally went with some older family members to his church in San Juan, but never actually stayed for services or anything. It was just ritual, with no heart behind it for him. Hadn't been any for a long while. Sanchez had basically concluded that men made their own gods, now that he had seen what the real ones were actually like. And the god Sanchez made for himself was humanity.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Feb 10, 2014 2:37 pm
Agritum wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanchez frowned. "Well, I haven't been religious in quite some time." he said. "But personally, I'd say that the person in charge of Heaven right now, Uriel, is a psychopath and a monster. And God himself hasn't been seen by anyone in millennia, according to the archangel Raphael. Uriel is a sadist, and I can't imagine the God you worship condoning the things he does."
Again, Sanchez hadn't set foot in church for pious reasons in a very long time. He occasionally went with some older family members to his church in San Juan, but never actually stayed for services or anything. It was just ritual, with no heart behind it for him. Hadn't been any for a long while. Sanchez had basically concluded that men made their own gods, now that he had seen what the real ones were actually like. And the god Sanchez made for himself was humanity.
Grace nodded to Sanchez, a bit grimly, but understanding and sharing his reasoning. "Indeed, Sir. I think that my conscience can rest well, in this case. If it is my duty to help in defeating a dangerous fallen angel, so be it. It's the right thing to do, and I'll do it." she affirmed in a stern tone, looking directly into Sanchez's eyes. "Just tell me what my role in the operation will be, Sir."
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 Agritum » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:39 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Agritum wrote:Grace nodded to Sanchez, a bit grimly, but understanding and sharing his reasoning. "Indeed, Sir. I think that my conscience can rest well, in this case. If it is my duty to help in defeating a dangerous fallen angel, so be it. It's the right thing to do, and I'll do it." she affirmed in a stern tone, looking directly into Sanchez's eyes. "Just tell me what my role in the operation will be, Sir."
"A soldier." Sanchez said bluntly. "To a large extent, most of us are soldiers now. All that varies is the extent. You'll likely work alongside Lily and others, as well as Elfen High at large. They're coming here tomorrow. First, you're likely hungry. I recommend going up to see a Quebecois restaurant not too far from here. You can ask a local, but there are signs in four languages you can follow. You can also feel free to explore Bethlehem. It's a rare chance. And depending on how this war goes, God knows if any of us will get the chance again."
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