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by Zarkenis Ultima » Fri Jun 17, 2011 2:17 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:09 pm
New East Ireland wrote:Damian shook his head. 'You would like it if I put the gun down, wouldn't you?', he asked, as he placed the barrel of the revolver to Calliel's head. 'I made sure that no one was in the room two times, yet I still did not see you. And, I did not hear you follow me or enter the room. So what are you? A demon mabye?'
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 Vortiaganica » Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:58 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Vortiaganica wrote:"Sure. Let me put something more practical on."
Ranatunga took some clothes out of his bag. Removing his robes quickly, his simple boxer shorts and singlet were visible only for a few seconds.
He was quite the quick dresser.
His black jacket was quite slick, and clean, with a hood, and he had put on some black trackpants. Strangely enough, he put the jacket over his singlet and zipped it up.
Sachin raised an eyebrow at the speed Ranatunga had put his clothes on, and the jacket he put over his singlet. Meh, other people's fashion choices weren't his problem. He went as he was, and then opened the door. "Let's go check the school out." he said, walking out into the hall. "So, you got the letter saying you were eligible, or did you pay your way in?"
by New East Ireland » Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:31 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:New East Ireland wrote:Damian shook his head. 'You would like it if I put the gun down, wouldn't you?', he asked, as he placed the barrel of the revolver to Calliel's head. 'I made sure that no one was in the room two times, yet I still did not see you. And, I did not hear you follow me or enter the room. So what are you? A demon mabye?'
Calliel seemed offended. "A demon? Let me tell you, I am no demon Damian." He seemed to make a decision. "I am an angel. Lord Michael sent me here to investigate any supernatural activity at this school. I am telling you because if Lord Michael disapproves of my choice, he can easily erase this encounter from your mind, or kill you as a last resort."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:35 pm
New East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Calliel seemed offended. "A demon? Let me tell you, I am no demon Damian." He seemed to make a decision. "I am an angel. Lord Michael sent me here to investigate any supernatural activity at this school. I am telling you because if Lord Michael disapproves of my choice, he can easily erase this encounter from your mind, or kill you as a last resort."
Damian chuckled, and began to lower his revolver. 'Mabye we can help each other', Damian said, as he thought over his plan. After a brief moment, he looked back at Calliel. 'I am also here to investigate this schools apparent supernatural source. Since you are an angel, I believe that you may be able to help me, as I can help you.'
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 New East Ireland » Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:41 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:New East Ireland wrote:Damian chuckled, and began to lower his revolver. 'Mabye we can help each other', Damian said, as he thought over his plan. After a brief moment, he looked back at Calliel. 'I am also here to investigate this schools apparent supernatural source. Since you are an angel, I believe that you may be able to help me, as I can help you.'
Calliel gave a shrug. "Works fine with me." He said. "You are a demon hunter? I have heard they exist in this world in small numbers."
by The Nuclear Fist » Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:42 pm
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses. . .Farnhamia wrote:You're getting a little too fond of the jerkoff motions.
by Nature-Spirits » Fri Jun 17, 2011 7:56 pm
by Ameriganastan » Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:01 pm
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Olthar » Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:28 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:32 pm
Nature-Spirits wrote:It was time for a coffee break. Finally.
As He walked through the halls he ran into a couple of young boys (and found out after skimming over their thoughts that their names were Sachin and Ranatunga; Huans had such cluttered minds) and said,
"Hello. You can call me Mr. Ether. I teach botany here at Elfen High. And you are?..."
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 Vortiaganica » Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:33 pm
by Nature-Spirits » Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:35 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nature-Spirits wrote:It was time for a coffee break. Finally.
As He walked through the halls he ran into a couple of young boys (and found out after skimming over their thoughts that their names were Sachin and Ranatunga; Huans had such cluttered minds) and said,
"Hello. You can call me Mr. Ether. I teach botany here at Elfen High. And you are?..."
"My name is Sachin Mankar." the Indian boy introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, sir." he said, extending a hand for a shake.
Vortiaganica wrote:"I am Ranatunga. Ranatunga Buddha."
Ranatunga nodded his head respectfully, but curtly.
by The Nuclear Fist » Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:31 pm
Olthar wrote:Pari finally arrived at her class, out of breath from running, the strain of having to carry her extremely heavy books with her. Even after a year of carting around those text books, she still wasn't used to it. She figured she'd never be. She wondered just how the school expected their students to deal with such punishment. The sooner she could learn how to cast a strength-boosting spell, the better.
After taking a brief moment to rest, Pari looked up at the sign near the door.
"C-7, History and Mythology."
This class was apparently supposed to have a new teacher this year, though Pari didn't know anything about him, or maybe her? Opening the door, she saw that she wasn't actually that late at all. In fact, aside from two strange men at the back of the room, she seemed to be the first student to arrive.
"<You said I'd be late. You made me run through the halls for this?>" Pari quietly growled to the familiar on her shoulder.
Whiskers shrugged about as well as a rat can shrug and replied, "<Hey, it's not my fault I can't read clocks.>"
Sighing, Pari began walking over to the desks, first starting to take account of the teacher. She looked quite young, actually. Pari was surprised she was even a teacher. She didn't look much older than the other humans who went to school here. Deciding that it was probably just one more thing that she didn't understand about humans, Pari took her seat near the front of the class. Normally, she'd have sat in the back, hoping that the distance and seclusion would prevent, or at least hinder people from examining her illusionary disguise too hard, but she just got a bad feeling about the two men in the back. Whoever they were and what they were doing in a high school, she didn't want to know.
Pari breathed a sigh of relief to finally be able to put down her heavy bag. Sifting through it, she grabbed out her history book and a notebook to prepare for today's lesson. She'd hoped that she could do better this year and actually receive half-way decent grades. Looking up at the board, she saw the words "Miss Lilith" scrawled at the top. Immediately, she began wondering what significance they played before realizing that they were probably the teacher's name. She seemed to remember the teachers doing that last year, as well.
By now, Whiskers had crawled down Pari's arm onto the desk and was now playing with her "eraser," a magical device that had the ability to remove one's writing from text, or so she came to understand. For having such powerful magic, Pari was surprised that it was so easy and inexpensive to acquire. Though, that was probably because this one was defective. She tried using it to remove the text from one her school books last year, and it wouldn't work. It seems to only affect the text she, herself, wrote.
While waiting for the other students to arrive, Pari continued to marvel at the wonders of the human world that she had seen over the past couple years of her adventure.
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses. . .Farnhamia wrote:You're getting a little too fond of the jerkoff motions.
by Ameriganastan » Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:32 pm
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Nature-Spirits » Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:59 pm
by Olthar » Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:19 pm
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Lilith noticed a student walking in to the classroom, looking quite distressed at the sight of Mr. Black and Mr. White. The young girl looked looked quite drained as she set down her heavy load of books. Not that Lilith could blaim her. Lilith couldn't understand why they were forced to carry around so many heavy books. Maybe it was a way to build muscle strength?
Hoping to calm make everything good, Lilith walked towards the student, and put her hand out as if to shake. With a warm smile, Lilith began to speak.
"Hello. I'm Ms. Lilith. And you are?" She asked, wanting to get to know the student. Considering she had a strange quality to her, almost magical, it would be good to know who she was. At the very least, it would help to ease Mr. Black and Mr. White, who were both staring at what was going on with great intensity. They probably picked up the same oddness as Lilith did, and thought she was a threat. But then again, they thought everyone was a threat. Which naturally lead to some unfortunate and awkward situtations.
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Mr. Black and Mr. White looked at the newcomer, suspicion pooled in their narrowed eyes. Something was strange about this one, and they would not hesitate to kill if she posed a threat. Lilith was the black heart of Belial, after all. And protecting her was the most important thing they could do. Of course, they were fully aware that not everyone was a threat. However, they were quite inept at figuring at who was and wasn't a danger. This led to several bad situations, such as the incident with the mailman and his sudden lack of a respiratory system. Or the girlscout, with her sudden gain of a sideways spine.
Does she look threatening, Mr. White? Thought Mr. Black.
Well, to be frank, maybe. Mr. Black. Mr. White thought, nodding.
OOC: Sorry for the terrible post. I kept wanting to turn it into a spontanious song and dance number, and this is all I could manage without Mr. Black and Mr. White breakdancing.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:39 pm
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by New East Ireland » Sat Jun 18, 2011 7:26 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Calliel gave a nod. "You are probably correct. I am new to this planet though. I did see two humans, a male and female, who were hugging. A few seconds later, the male human slapped the female human's rear. Did she do something wrong? If so, I didn't see it. I have been mulling over that the whole day."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:58 am
New East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Calliel gave a nod. "You are probably correct. I am new to this planet though. I did see two humans, a male and female, who were hugging. A few seconds later, the male human slapped the female human's rear. Did she do something wrong? If so, I didn't see it. I have been mulling over that the whole day."
Damian let out a small laugh. 'No, he didn't. You see, that's what some humans do on this planet... It is a sexual... Gesture. That seems like the best word for it.'
After explaining that to Calliel, Damian sighed and continued going through his bag.
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 New East Ireland » Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:00 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:New East Ireland wrote:Damian let out a small laugh. 'No, he didn't. You see, that's what some humans do on this planet... It is a sexual... Gesture. That seems like the best word for it.'
After explaining that to Calliel, Damian sighed and continued going through his bag.
Calliel looked at the time. "We shall be late. We ought to run to History/Mythology. Let us depart." he then started walking out of the room, toward the class.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:18 am
New East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Calliel looked at the time. "We shall be late. We ought to run to History/Mythology. Let us depart." he then started walking out of the room, toward the class.
Damian sighed, and followed Calliel. 'So what do you know about this place?', he asked in a low voice that still seemed to rise over the loud noise in the halls.
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.
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