Elfen High (IC)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel followed Damian in silence. "You were correct." he stated to the demon hunter. "That was an important discovery. I have seen few creatures as powerful as that dragon." He was silent and spoke again. "Lord Michael should know about this."

Damian nodded. 'So I assume you can contact him, correct?'

Calliel nodded. "Obviously. Allow me to go to our dorm so I am able to contact him without the humans here being terrified. I'll explain your presence as well." he said as they walked toward their dorm.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James shuffled down the hall towards the senior dorms. He had messed up and entered the door on the first-year side, and now had to silently get to the fourth-year end. He was about to turn a corner when he heard voices down the hall and stopped. Peeking around the wall, he saw the scruffy freshman who's pizza James had stolen at lunch coming towards him with another freshman (that'd be Calliel and Damian). James pressed his back up against the wall and waited silently for them to go past him. They were up to something, and James wanted to find out.

[Esternial]

So, I see you've arrived.

"Ah, you must be Leviathan" Joshua said calmly, his slightly British accent rising to the surface as he introduced himself, "I am Joshua Morris, also known as Desmond." Casually he leaned against the massive crystal, like a jail guard playing with the keys in front of one of his prisoners, gloating at the fact that he was free and the prisoner was not.

So, are you going to free me?

Pushing himself off from the crystal, Joshua approached the dragon until he stood only several feet from the beasts impressive rows of razor-sharp teeth, a dangerous action testifying great courage if it weren't for the magic forcefield between him and certain death. For a moment he smirked, turning around elegantly and walking back to the crystal while he extended his right arm. From nowhere, pockets of pure magic began to concentrate in Joshua's hand and spread to form a massive blade, roughly the size of Joshua himself. Yet still he was able to wield it with one stretched arm, the sword hovering above the ground as if it was floating. That it was.

When he snapped his fingers, gravity kicked in and pushed the sword onto the ground, the steel colliding with the solid rock below and sending a loud echo throughout the chamber.

[Ameriganastan]

"Hey dude, what are you doing?"

Laz, horns once more hidden, appeared behind James, a little confused as to why he was acting so sneaky.

"Aren't you like...not in these dorms?"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James' reaction was automatic. He whirled around and punched Laz in the face. When he realized who it was, he turned and ran off down the hallway, right past the two freshmen he was spying on, and kept running until he got to his dorm. Quickly he locked the door, changed into his pyjamas, and tossed himself into bed to look like he had been asleep all night.

[Ameriganastan]

Laz recovered from the surprise punch after a few seconds, horns protruding from his head and eyes glowing red with anger.

"You impertinent little monkey! Next time i see you, I'm gonna take your face and...do something bad to it!"

He stood there huffing for a few moments, finally realizing his disguise had slipped a little during his anger. He headed back to his room, and sat down, rubbing his nose.

"Doesn't that jerk know how much getting hit in the face hurts?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Pari sighed in relief at Mr. Crowley's response.

At least it seems that I'm safe.

At his question, Pari cocked her head a little in confusion.

"Creature? What creature?" she wondered aloud, "Is there something underneath the school? It's not dangerous, is it?"

Crowley took another sip of his wine. "There is a dragon sealed below this school, and had been dormant for quite a long time. It was sealed by a mage thousands of years ago for being a menace to the world, and it seems to have woken up. I am going there soon enough to put additional enchantments and keep it down there."

[New East Ireland]

Damian nodded. 'So I assume you can contact him, correct?'

Calliel nodded. "Obviously. Allow me to go to our dorm so I am able to contact him without the humans here being terrified. I'll explain your presence as well." he said as they walked toward their dorm.

Damian sighed, and led the way back to their dorm. He closed and locked the door behind them, and sat on the bed. 'Alright, so how do we get Michael here?'

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel nodded. "Obviously. Allow me to go to our dorm so I am able to contact him without the humans here being terrified. I'll explain your presence as well." he said as they walked toward their dorm.

Damian sighed, and led the way back to their dorm. He closed and locked the door behind them, and sat on the bed. 'Alright, so how do we get Michael here?'

Calliel briefly glanced at a boy who ran past them, but then entered his dorm room.

Calliel sat on his bed, and concentrated on a spot at the corner of the room. The shadow cast behind him looked...off.

Then a flickering image appeared in the corner, the image of a shockingly attractive man with black hair and blue eyes. The man glanced at Calliel, and then his eyes flickered to Damien. "You have come to make your report, Calliel? And who is this boy?"

[Olthar]

Pari sighed in relief at Mr. Crowley's response.

At least it seems that I'm safe.

At his question, Pari cocked her head a little in confusion.

"Creature? What creature?" she wondered aloud, "Is there something underneath the school? It's not dangerous, is it?"

Crowley took another sip of his wine. "There is a dragon sealed below this school, and had been dormant for quite a long time. It was sealed by a mage thousands of years ago for being a menace to the world, and it seems to have woken up. I am going there soon enough to put additional enchantments and keep it down there."

"A...A dragon? They still exist?" Pari asked, terrified, "My parents told me stories about the dragons..."

Pari trailed off in thought, contemplating the fact that there was a dragon sitting right underneath her at that very moment.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley took another sip of his wine. "There is a dragon sealed below this school, and had been dormant for quite a long time. It was sealed by a mage thousands of years ago for being a menace to the world, and it seems to have woken up. I am going there soon enough to put additional enchantments and keep it down there."

"A...A dragon? They still exist?" Pari asked, terrified, "My parents told me stories about the dragons..."

Pari trailed off in thought, contemplating the fact that there was a dragon sitting right underneath her at that very moment.

Crowley nodded. "They do. In small numbers across the universe, but they do. One of the worst of them is underneath this school, and it was supposed to be in eternal sleep." Crowley said, sounding annoyed. "I have no doubt this will become some news story, students at the school hearing voices, since many people here have magical aptitude.

"In any case," the mage said, getting his jacket and walking outside his office, "I'm going to put in tighter enchantments. You wish to come along?"

[New East Ireland]

Damian sighed, and led the way back to their dorm. He closed and locked the door behind them, and sat on the bed. 'Alright, so how do we get Michael here?'

Calliel briefly glanced at a boy who ran past them, but then entered his dorm room.

Calliel sat on his bed, and concentrated on a spot at the corner of the room. The shadow cast behind him looked...off.

Then a flickering image appeared in the corner, the image of a shockingly attractive man with black hair and blue eyes. The man glanced at Calliel, and then his eyes flickered to Damien. "You have come to make your report, Calliel? And who is this boy?"

Damien, seeing Archangel Michael, blinked, just to make sure it was real. Shaking his head, he looked at Calliel, and then at Michael. 'Archangel Michael...' Damien said, as he stood up and bowed. 'My name is Damien P. Seward. I am a hunter of demons.'

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel briefly glanced at a boy who ran past them, but then entered his dorm room.

Calliel sat on his bed, and concentrated on a spot at the corner of the room. The shadow cast behind him looked...off.

Then a flickering image appeared in the corner, the image of a shockingly attractive man with black hair and blue eyes. The man glanced at Calliel, and then his eyes flickered to Damien. "You have come to make your report, Calliel? And who is this boy?"

Damien, seeing Archangel Michael, blinked, just to make sure it was real. Shaking his head, he looked at Calliel, and then at Michael. 'Archangel Michael...' Damien said, as he stood up and bowed. 'My name is Damien P. Seward. I am a hunter of demons.'

The archangel stared into his eyes for a while, and a proverb came into Damien's mind-the eyes are the window to the soul. Then he nodded. "Very well. Calliel, you are allowed to work with this mortal. But do not tell Uriel." Michael chuckled. "He'd be upset."

"What do you have to report?" Michael asked.

"Sir, there is a dragon beneath this school."

There was silence. Then Michael said, very simply, "What."

[Olthar]

"A...A dragon? They still exist?" Pari asked, terrified, "My parents told me stories about the dragons..."

Pari trailed off in thought, contemplating the fact that there was a dragon sitting right underneath her at that very moment.

Crowley nodded. "They do. In small numbers across the universe, but they do. One of the worst of them is underneath this school, and it was supposed to be in eternal sleep." Crowley said, sounding annoyed. "I have no doubt this will become some news story, students at the school hearing voices, since many people here have magical aptitude.

"In any case," the mage said, getting his jacket and walking outside his office, "I'm going to put in tighter enchantments. You wish to come along?"

Pari immediately backed away.

"Oh, no. I'd be much too scared. Besides, I've got a lot of studying to do."

With that, she ran down the hall and left to go to her dorm room.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley nodded. "They do. In small numbers across the universe, but they do. One of the worst of them is underneath this school, and it was supposed to be in eternal sleep." Crowley said, sounding annoyed. "I have no doubt this will become some news story, students at the school hearing voices, since many people here have magical aptitude.

"In any case," the mage said, getting his jacket and walking outside his office, "I'm going to put in tighter enchantments. You wish to come along?"

Pari immediately backed away.

"Oh, no. I'd be much too scared. Besides, I've got a lot of studying to do."

With that, she ran down the hall and left to go to her dorm room.

Crowley gave a chuckle, and began walking to the basement.

[New East Ireland]

Damien, seeing Archangel Michael, blinked, just to make sure it was real. Shaking his head, he looked at Calliel, and then at Michael. 'Archangel Michael...' Damien said, as he stood up and bowed. 'My name is Damien P. Seward. I am a hunter of demons.'

The archangel stared into his eyes for a while, and a proverb came into Damien's mind-the eyes are the window to the soul. Then he nodded. "Very well. Calliel, you are allowed to work with this mortal. But do not tell Uriel." Michael chuckled. "He'd be upset."

"What do you have to report?" Michael asked.

"Sir, there is a dragon beneath this school."

There was silence. Then Michael said, very simply, "What."

'A dragon. It is underneath the school, and it called out to several people, including myself and a teacher named Victoria.' Damien said, as he closed his eyes, trying to recount all of the events. 'It wanted us to free it from a magical prison of sorts.'

[Esternial]

Joshua raised the blade and placed it on his shoulder, placing both hands on the hilt before pushing the sword off his shoulder and straight towards the crystal. Leviathan looked with great anticipation as the massive weapons soared towards the crystal, the scent of freedom drawing neigh when...

...the sword suddenly stopped, right when it touched the crystal.

"We have company" Joshua stated, throwing the sword away before it was consumed by blue flames. He stared at the entrance to the cavern, hearing footsteps announce their new guest.

Leviathan, if he could, facepalmed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Michael appeared alarmed. "Did you?" he asked.

"No, sir." Calliel said, and the archangel looked relieved.

"Good, good. That would be extremely dangerous..." he asked, seeming distracted.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

"My good friend, Gaberial, is missing. The angels of Heaven are hard at work finding him, and I will not have him go missing." Michael said calmly, no sign of his composure breaking. "I will not have my friend disappear, after I lost Malakh as well..." the archangel said.

Calliel looked surprised. "Sir Gaberial is missing? My lord, that is not good indeed."

Michael nodded. "You need not trouble yourself with that. Just go do your job of keeping an eye on supernatural activity here." With that, the archangel disappeared, and the shadow wings behind Calliel did as well.

[New East Ireland]

Damien sat down the his bed, staring off into space. One word was in his mind, and it hit him like a meteor.

Malakh... Malakh...

He looked at Calliel. 'W-who is... Malakh?'

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Damien sat down the his bed, staring off into space. One word was in his mind, and it hit him like a meteor.

Malakh... Malakh...

He looked at Calliel. 'W-who is... Malakh?'

Calliel gave a shrug. "I am afraid that I have no idea. Perhaps a friend of Michael? There are 800 million angels in Heaven, I can not be expected to know them all."

[New East Ireland]

Damien sat down the his bed, staring off into space. One word was in his mind, and it hit him like a meteor.

Malakh... Malakh...

He looked at Calliel. 'W-who is... Malakh?'

Calliel gave a shrug. "I am afraid that I have no idea. Perhaps a friend of Michael? There are 800 million angels in Heaven, I can not be expected to know them all."

Damien looked around the room. 'Is there a computer in here or something?' he asked.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Joshua raised the blade and placed it on his shoulder, placing both hands on the hilt before pushing the sword off his shoulder and straight towards the crystal. Leviathan looked with great anticipation as the massive weapons soared towards the crystal, the scent of freedom drawing neigh when...

...the sword suddenly stopped, right when it touched the crystal.

"We have company" Joshua stated, throwing the sword away before it was consumed by blue flames. He stared at the entrance to the cavern, hearing footsteps announce their new guest.

Leviathan, if he could, facepalmed.

Crowley appeared, entering the cavern and raising an eyebrow. "You know, I don't believe I know who you are. Too old to be a student, and you definitely aren't staff. Remember me to boost security." said the Vice-Principal.

He glanced at the huge dragon. "Leviathan, isn't it?" he spoke casually to the dragon, as though it hadn't destroyed civilizations. Crowley then stared at the other man. "Mind telling me who you are?"

[Esternial]

Indeed that is me.

"The name's Joshua, Joshua Morris, but you might know me as Desmond." Joshua replied, as if any of those names should instantly ring a bell. It seemed he wasn't as famous as he thought, because that was more or less his intent. If you're one of the few remaining practitioners of the ancient arts, you're not supposed to put it on your resumé unless you're asking for a lot of young students eager to share in your knowledge.

Spreading his arms, Joshua conjured two black flames into both hands, a simple spell similar to regular fire but nonetheless one that hadn't been used in many ages, if you counted out that one time when he really needed a light.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

After the assembly was done, Shyla had much to think of, particularly Mr. Black and White, who seemed to be unable to leave Ms. Lilith alone, and then there was Ms. Ambrose, who completely ignored all questions. She felt slightly sorry for Pari, but at least Calliel had been able to clarify some things for her.

And thus, her mind drifted off to the new friends she had made. There was Pari. She was short and sort of odd, but still, she was quite funny, and a good person too. Then there was Calliel. He was a kind person, but was too... Serious. And there was the lazy-ass Alan, whom she became friends with only due to the circumstances.

And then she thought of the message she had received earlier. The strong voice was indeed something mystical. Shyla knew of the existence of the mystical world but she was quite ignorant about most of it's aspects. For example, she knew that she had certain powers, but she didn't know why she had those powers, where they came from, their full extent, and other such things. She didn't know any of those things.

With all this in mind, Shyla decided that the best thing she could do would be to go to her dorm. Once she was there, she noticed that her roommate was there as well.

"Hey, how are you? My name is Shyla." She said.
(Rup, your cue)

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Alastor/Alan was quite bored when the assembly took place. He didn't even know why the hell they had to go over there just to have the Vice Principal speak a few cheesy words to them and then send them on their way. It was quite stupid, really. Then again, to him, the sole idea of an educational system was kind of stupid, considering that he managed to get a good position back home without it.

Bored, he went to his dorm and took the small necklace with the obsidian stone, and jammed it on the small mirror that was on it. Kyousuke wasn't there yet, so he figured he'd get to bitch his good ol' General some more.

"L'Enfer, wake the home up!" Alastor yelled through the mirror. L'Enfer, scared, woke up immediately after hearing his master's voice. He took the mirror as well. "W-what is it master Alastor?!" L'Enfer replied, scared.

"Oh, nothing. Bye." Alastor said, and took the gemstone from the mirror, interrupting the connection.

"Ah, that was fun. Now what?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Indeed that is me.

"The name's Joshua, Joshua Morris, but you might know me as Desmond." Joshua replied, as if any of those names should instantly ring a bell. It seemed he wasn't as famous as he thought, because that was more or less his intent. If you're one of the few remaining practitioners of the ancient arts, you're not supposed to put it on your resumé unless you're asking for a lot of young students eager to share in your knowledge.

Spreading his arms, Joshua conjured two black flames into both hands, a simple spell similar to regular fire but nonetheless one that hadn't been used in many ages, if you counted out that one time when he really needed a light.

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "So fancy. Do you really need black fire? Why not regular fire? Who are you trying to impress?" he asked as ice formed on the ground below them. He then glanced at the dragon again.

The mage nodded at the man's names. "Ah, you are him? I figured you were just a myth, but that doesn't mean you aren't real." He noted.
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Calliel looked confused briefly, then remembered what a computer was. "I have no computer, but you can probably use the computer lab."