Elfen High 2: Welcome and Welcome Back

[Frigola]

Izera continued watching as the two females split up, one heading to a cat girl and the other starting a conversation with some guy. Carefully, she slid off her chair and walked closer to where Rayne had began talking with the catgirl, whose name she now learnt was Sarina. They were joined after a few moments by a green-haired girl... Ivy. Walking close to the tables, she tried to remain inconspicuous. Sitting down at the end of one of the tables, she pulled a book out of her pocket and pretended to read, whilst listening to the conversation between the girls. After a few sentences, she did not think she would find their company very enlightening, though it might do her some good to hang out with some nice people... if they were nice.

They did seem a bit too touchy-feely for her liking, especially Rayne, but she was sure she could overcome her reticence and lay down some boundaries. She hesitated a moment too long: they said something about leaving the great hall and Izera had missed her chance. She followed them with her eyes as they left the hall. She then turned her attention back to the book and continued reading about Richard Feynman's work. Though completely focussed on her reading, she continued picking up knowledge about the people around her, to the point of annoyance (especially in view of how uninteresting they mostly were).

After a while, she got up and went to find her sleeping quarters. Hoping she would not be sleeping in the same room as someone else (though she doubted it, and hoped for a nice roommate). But in view of how rowdy the hall had been, she rather doubted it. She saw the three girls from earlier a good distance further down the hallway and slowed down, she did not want them to think she was following them.

[Agritum]

Hilde kept eye contact with Allan, noticing that he seemed to be absorbed in his thoughts. The girl couldn't guess what the old man was reminishing, but she guessed that an experienced mage like him surely would have been capable of identifying homunculi by the particular quirks they possessed. Not caring for whatever Allan was thinking, Hildegard began to talk again.
"Then, I am pleased to meet you, Mister Ramius. My name is Hildegard Von Wulfbern. You may not know my surname, even if I doubt of that, but my family is a quite renowned house of alchemists. I have been sent to study magic there instead of being apprenticed by my own father due to problems in learning certain applications of magic. I am sure that, with personnel experienced as you, I won't have problems." Hildegard said, not detaching her eye from the contact with Allan's one not even for a moment.

"Yes, pleased to meet you too, lass." Allan replied before pushing himself up from his seat with some minor effort. His old bones and muscles weren't as reliable as they used to be, but nevertheless he managed to take care of himself just fine; without the help of a sidekick or some public caretaker who would follow him around like a bothersome stray dog. All these years he'd managed to survive without someone's help, so he definitely didn't need it now.

"Take care now."

Strolling to the table, which by now had been massacred by the savagery of both student and teacher alike, Allan retrieved a clean and pristine plate from one of the stacks of ceramics which had somehow survived the onslaught of Lewis' tomfoolery. He didn't really feel like bothering anymore with his attempt to teach these children some manners, especially if the biggest one was a teacher. His faith in humanity had already shrunk down to the negligibly small size that could be compared to Lewis' member, but this was enough to make him lament his decision to become a teacher on this wretched school. Going through all the leftovers, he somehow managed to fill his plate with food that had remained untouched. A large piece of quiche, some duck and vegetables. He was lucky enough to find some cutlery before leaving the auditorium through the hardwood doors that would hopefully make it to the end of next year.

In spite of the retarded mental condition of some people here, the halls had remained more or less intact, perhaps because the alluring scent of food managed to draw them into the auditorium. The corridors were spartan in their own right, but still featured the occasional enrichment of a painting here or there. Eventually Allan reached the faculty office, where he retrieved his belongings and made his way to his room. The small space was definitely nothing fancy, but it certainly accommodation for his needs. Being a simple man who lived a modest life for as long as he could remember, Allan was happy enough to have a bed to lie on tonight. It was always a mixed feeling, though, as the soft mattress made him think of that bed of butchered kittens he once rested on.

EVE didn't get much else to say, so she left the auditorium without saying a word. Since she was here, should could just as well settle in. Tracing her steps back to her basements, she hesitated for a brief moment. Her hand was touching the doorknob, but something was stopping her from opening the door. Maybe it was fear, but EVE didn't really know for sure. Making a 180 degree turn, followed by a 270 and 90, she walked onward down he hallway and towards the dorms. Considering she had not the faintest clue as to which room she was in - or if she had any at all - EVE stood in the middle of the corridor and waited with a glassy look on her face.

Hildegard stood still for a few moments, disappointed that Allan had left the auditorium. Mr Ramius seemed a very interesting individual to talk eith, and maybe he would have accepted Hilde's eventual offer to become his apprentice. The homunculus girl was in fact trying to find a qualified mentor to fix her problems with attack magic.

Bored of the chimps crowding the auditorium and not wanting to eat anymore, she followed her handy map of the school to reach the dorms, planning to take a look at her room and eventually making it more fit to her tastes. Strolling in the dorms, she noticed the robot girl of before.
"Oh! You work now! Can you do the robot dance?" Hildegard said, clutching to EVE's leg and looking up at her

[Esternial]

"Robot dance?" EVE repeated while she lifted up her leg, trying to shake off the girl. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her sensors were trying to tell her something about this girl, making her feel even more uncomfortable than before. Could androids feel uncomfortable? Maybe. Something was trying to tell her something. It felt familiar, and it was taking over.

Her voice immediately reverted to factory conditions, being monotonous and boring.

"Oh. Hello [insert name here]. Would you be interested in participating in a vivisection? You seem like an interesting specimen."

EVE then started to cacaphony a myriad of sounds, yelling very loudly in the girl's face as she did so

[Xeng He]

Minh was rather annoyed. He had just been clearing out some of the mutated rabbits and various other creatures that ended up crawling the hallways. As the biology teacher here, the variety here could be very useful in some cases, but sometimes it ended up being just annoying. And by annoying, he meant possibly fatal. Crowley may have held himself effectively above the laws of the UK, the UN, physics and sanity, but Minh believed in not pushing the boundries too far.

Minh walked into the mess hall. He generally accepted anything that occurred here. The staff and the students were all crazy or headed there. Minh knew very well he was also crazy by now- he still worked here. That was a good measure of one's insanity.

He sat down next to Lewis, largely because she was a fellow staff member and not trying to kill anyone yet. "Fucking rabbits." he said as his opening. "Rabbits should all die." Another reason he did- he counted on Lewis to hate things with him.

The Cat wandered this new pllace for a while (it had no interest in the glow it stole the bird from), until it noticed some little glowing balls.

They weren't really a challenge, but The Cat thought they might be tasty. And tastiness without much effort was still good. Or at least not as boring.

The Cat was unpleasantly surprised. So instead of eating them, The Cat just slept on them. It was tired from waiting, and the glows were soft.

[Licentiapacisterra]

Luca was soaring through the air, a bit bored. Suddenly, something flew out of nowhere, and near knocked him out of the air. Luckily, he only hit a wall, and quickly morphed back into a human, before near decapitating whatever had hit him with his foot. He then noticed it was a rabbit, and winced a little, before picking it up and scanning the room.

“Hey, is...” He stopped, realising that it wasn’t moving. “Was this anyone’s ??” He winced, dropped the rabbit, and grabbed his shoulder, the pain stabbing through him. “In primo luogo ho bicchiere scagliato alla mia testa, poi ho un coniglio gettato su di me ... Adoro questo posto !!”

[Vareiln]

"Yeah, who knows what they'll teach...you don't suppose the hobo is in charge of music class do you?" Eddie joked as he continued to observe the teachers. After a long pause, Edward spoke again. "So where are you from Fel? If you don't mind me asking.." he asked. Hopefully it wasn't somewhere too bad. He'd feel a little guilty if Fel told him all about how he had a horrible childhood trapped in an infernal dimension for thousands of years, while Edward had a nice, happy simple life in North Yorkshire....

Fel paused for a moment.
"North America. I've long forgotten the exact location, and I don't want to remember. That wasn't a good chapter in my life."
Why would he ask me that?
He couldn't tell if Edward was genuinely being friendly or just feigning it. Because either Edward was a good liar or the nicest person Fel had met in a long time.

[Constaniana]

"America...that's cool. I've never been there..in fact I've never left the U.K...but I think it would be cool to go visit there at least once. Although maybe it wouldn't turn out so well...you see, my great great uncle moved to America back in the 19th century, but he came back to North Yorkshire within 3 weeks because he didn't like it at all!" Edward said, laughing as he thought about the last part. He knew it was probably best to stop going into where Fel was from. If he said it was a bad time fir him, then Edward certainly wasn't going to pry into his past like that. "As for me I'm from North Yorkshire, near Knaresborough, so I didn't have that far to come here really, " Edward again filled his plate with baked beans and black pudding. He wondered why the food seemed to be infinitely replenishing itself, but then again that certainly wasn't the most bizarre thing about Elfen high...

[Agritum]

"Robot dance?" EVE repeated while she lifted up her leg, trying to shake off the girl. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her sensors were trying to tell her something about this girl, making her feel even more uncomfortable than before. Could androids feel uncomfortable? Maybe. Something was trying to tell her something. It felt familiar, and it was taking over.

Her voice immediately reverted to factory conditions, being monotonous and boring.

"Oh. Hello [insert name here]. Would you be interested in participating in a vivisection? You seem like an interesting specimen."

EVE then started to cacaphony a myriad of sounds, yelling very loudly in the girl's face as she did so

"Vivisection? Don't you do it to animals?" Hilde asked, dropping from EVE's leg and looking at her. She had never seen a robot, but she knew of their existance, even if she wasn't expecting such a behavior from EVE.

She didn't even flinch, when EVE bombarded her with error sounds deign of the most noisy Windows remix ever. She instead crossed her arms, looking at the robot with scorn.
"Why are you acting like this? And stop screaming in my face, robo chimp!"

[Esternial]

"Robot dance?" EVE repeated while she lifted up her leg, trying to shake off the girl. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her sensors were trying to tell her something about this girl, making her feel even more uncomfortable than before. Could androids feel uncomfortable? Maybe. Something was trying to tell her something. It felt familiar, and it was taking over.

Her voice immediately reverted to factory conditions, being monotonous and boring.

"Oh. Hello [insert name here]. Would you be interested in participating in a vivisection? You seem like an interesting specimen."

EVE then started to cacaphony a myriad of sounds, yelling very loudly in the girl's face as she did so

"Vivisection? Don't you do it to animals?" Hilde asked, dropping from EVE's leg and looking at her. She had never seen a robot, but she knew of their existance, even if she wasn't expecting such a behavior from EVE.

She didn't even flinch, when EVE bombarded her with error sounds deign of the most noisy Windows remix ever. She instead crossed her arms, looking at the robot with scorn.
"Why are you acting like this? And stop screaming in my face, robo chimp!"

The android recognized that look. She had seen those before, probably of those people she incinerated. They were pretty angry when she did that, but she made it up by offering them free drink, and nerve gas. Lots of nerve gas. Sadly her EVE conduit had no access to any nerve gas supplies - or she already depleted them by now. She probably depleted them, there's no way she would build her android without nerve gas reservoirs. EVE's head twitched several brief moments as her original personality tried to connect itself with the rest of her frame, but SAM had severed that connection. She was very good at severing things, there were test results to prove it.

"The absence of a mother seems to have had some side effects. Or maybe your lack of perception is a byproduct of your brief, yet sad life.

[Vareiln]

"America...that's cool. I've never been there..in fact I've never left the U.K...but I think it would be cool to go visit there at least once. Although maybe it wouldn't turn out so well...you see, my great great uncle moved to America back in the 19th century, but he came back to North Yorkshire within 3 weeks because he didn't like it at all!" Edward said, laughing as he thought about the last part. He knew it was probably best to stop going into where Fel was from. If he said it was a bad time fir him, then Edward certainly wasn't going to pry into his past like that. "As for me I'm from North Yorkshire, near Knaresborough, so I didn't have that far to come here really, " Edward again filled his plate with baked beans and black pudding. He wondered why the food seemed to be infinitely replenishing itself, but then again that certainly wasn't the most bizarre thing about Elfen high...

"Can't blame your uncle. Not a bad place, but definitely not that good.
Yorkshire, eh? Don't think I've been there, but I might have. I fell asleep on my ride here, so I really have no clue where I've been between London and here."
Fel glanced over to see that other shapeshifter being assaulted by a rabbit, and laughed.
Got what he deserved.

[Agritum]

"Vivisection? Don't you do it to animals?" Hilde asked, dropping from EVE's leg and looking at her. She had never seen a robot, but she knew of their existance, even if she wasn't expecting such a behavior from EVE.

She didn't even flinch, when EVE bombarded her with error sounds deign of the most noisy Windows remix ever. She instead crossed her arms, looking at the robot with scorn.
"Why are you acting like this? And stop screaming in my face, robo chimp!"

The android recognized that look. She had seen those before, probably of those people she incinerated. They were pretty angry when she did that, but she made it up by offering them free drink, and nerve gas. Lots of nerve gas. Sadly her EVE conduit had no access to any nerve gas supplies - or she already depleted them by now. She probably depleted them, there's no way she would build her android without nerve gas reservoirs. EVE's head twitched several brief moments as her original personality tried to connect itself with the rest of her frame, but SAM had severed that connection. She was very good at severing things, there were test results to prove it.

"The absence of a mother seems to have had some side effects. Or maybe your lack of perception is a byproduct of your brief, yet sad life.

"What the hell are you saying, robo chimp? I have no problems with not having a mother. Actually, I feel pride in it. My real mother is human wit and intelligence. Afterall, isn't magic's ultimate goal to reach God in powers and capabilities? Thanks to magic, I didn't need to be born in a women's womb, and I actually grew up faster and better than a normal human."

Hildegard looked at EVE in a challenging manner, before talking again.
"My life, even if short, has been up until then quite happy. My father cares for me, and I have developed abilities superior than that of most humans. I don't see how I should believe to your stupid words, robo chimp"

[Constaniana]

"I don't think you'd pass through Yorkshire coming here..." Edward stated. "What's so funny?.." he said, before following Fel's gaze and seeing the Italian boy getting attacked by the rabbit. When the Italian held the now dead rabbit up asking if it belonged to someone, Edward noticed how he moved as if one if his shoulders was messed up badly. "Do you think that guy's alright? I know he was a bit rude earlier, but I still feel a little sorry fir him, getting smacked into the wall by a rabbit thrown by that insane homeless teacher...."

[Nude East Ireland]

"Out!" Lewis demanded, throwing the door open.

Looking up at the intruder, Damien was somewhat shocked, but he continued to get off of his bed. Still in his clothes, he tucked his cell phone into his pocket, reached down to grab his bag, and made his way out so that Lewis could have private time.

Damien looked down into the hallway, and continued walking, having no clear destination. Finding the elevator, (because one would assume they had one) the British boy looked through the many buttons, eventually settling for the roof. Slowly, the elevator creeped upwards, as music began to pour from the speakers. Slightly refreshed from the upbeat music, Damien found himself slightly disappointed when the elevator reached the roof. The music faded into the background as he made his way towards a nice spot, and he laid down his bag and sat in a 'criss-cross, apple sauce' position. Only about thirty seconds after he sat down did he realize another person next to him, and he turned to look at them.

[Esternial]

The android recognized that look. She had seen those before, probably of those people she incinerated. They were pretty angry when she did that, but she made it up by offering them free drink, and nerve gas. Lots of nerve gas. Sadly her EVE conduit had no access to any nerve gas supplies - or she already depleted them by now. She probably depleted them, there's no way she would build her android without nerve gas reservoirs. EVE's head twitched several brief moments as her original personality tried to connect itself with the rest of her frame, but SAM had severed that connection. She was very good at severing things, there were test results to prove it.

"The absence of a mother seems to have had some side effects. Or maybe your lack of perception is a byproduct of your brief, yet sad life.

"What the hell are you saying, robo chimp? I have no problems with not having a mother. Actually, I feel pride in it. My real mother is human wit and intelligence. Afterall, isn't magic's ultimate goal to reach God in powers and capabilities? Thanks to magic, I didn't need to be born in a women's womb, and I actually grew up faster and better than a normal human."

Hildegard looked at EVE in a challenging manner, before talking again.
"My life, even if short, has been up until then quite happy. My father cares for me, and I have developed abilities superior than that of most humans. I don't see how I should believe to your stupid words, robo chimp"

"Subject exhibits signs of stress. Delusional or sheer ignorance; unknown."

Recording all that she said, SAM made a mental note to investigate this girl further. Running off and leaving Hilde to her own devices, she made her way to the school's roof and finally disconnected from EVE's frame, allowing her programming to resume control. Back in her own module, she tracked down some more information regarding this artifical human and traced down Hilde's creator. An Alchemist.

Deploying drones. Retrieve Mr.Von Wulfbern.

The lonely standing building that housed the hidden resting place of SAM's solid mainframe suddenly came to life, for a very brief moment. Drones spilled out like rodents, moving in unison towards their goal. The Von Wulfbern estate.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

"Out!" Lewis demanded, throwing the door open.

Looking up at the intruder, Damien was somewhat shocked, but he continued to get off of his bed. Still in his clothes, he tucked his cell phone into his pocket, reached down to grab his bag, and made his way out so that Lewis could have private time.

Damien looked down into the hallway, and continued walking, having no clear destination. Finding the elevator, (because one would assume they had one) the British boy looked through the many buttons, eventually settling for the roof. Slowly, the elevator creeped upwards, as music began to pour from the speakers. Slightly refreshed from the upbeat music, Damien found himself slightly disappointed when the elevator reached the roof. The music faded into the background as he made his way towards a nice spot, and he laid down his bag and sat in a 'criss-cross, apple sauce' position. Only about thirty seconds after he sat down did he realize another person next to him, and he turned to look at them.

Lost in his novel, James didn't notice the other person join him until that feeling of being watched that everyone feels happened. Setting his book down and looking at the boy, he smiled. "Why hello there." He said warmly, extending his right hand. "James Callahan, Room 8C, pretty much just got here and decided to spend some time out in the fresh air. You?"

[Nude East Ireland]

Looking up at the intruder, Damien was somewhat shocked, but he continued to get off of his bed. Still in his clothes, he tucked his cell phone into his pocket, reached down to grab his bag, and made his way out so that Lewis could have private time.

Damien looked down into the hallway, and continued walking, having no clear destination. Finding the elevator, (because one would assume they had one) the British boy looked through the many buttons, eventually settling for the roof. Slowly, the elevator creeped upwards, as music began to pour from the speakers. Slightly refreshed from the upbeat music, Damien found himself slightly disappointed when the elevator reached the roof. The music faded into the background as he made his way towards a nice spot, and he laid down his bag and sat in a 'criss-cross, apple sauce' position. Only about thirty seconds after he sat down did he realize another person next to him, and he turned to look at them.

Lost in his novel, James didn't notice the other person join him until that feeling of being watched that everyone feels happened. Setting his book down and looking at the boy, he smiled. "Why hello there." He said warmly, extending his right hand. "James Callahan, Room 8C, pretty much just got here and decided to spend some time out in the fresh air. You?"

Nervously rubbing the back of his neck, Damien slowly extended his own right hand and lightly grabbed James'. "Uh, Damien. Seward. Room, uh, 8C."

Damien gave a quick smile, and retracted his hand not soon after.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Lost in his novel, James didn't notice the other person join him until that feeling of being watched that everyone feels happened. Setting his book down and looking at the boy, he smiled. "Why hello there." He said warmly, extending his right hand. "James Callahan, Room 8C, pretty much just got here and decided to spend some time out in the fresh air. You?"

Nervously rubbing the back of his neck, Damien slowly extended his own right hand and lightly grabbed James'. "Uh, Damien. Seward. Room, uh, 8C."

Damien gave a quick smile, and retracted his hand not soon after.

James smirked. "Well then, nice to meet you Damien." James sat up and stretched. "I'm 18, by the way. You?"

[Nude East Ireland]

Damien rubbed his neck again, still sitting and lookig outward towards the rest of the school. "I'm, uh, fourteen," he said, quite quietly. "Any reason why we're roommates even though our ages are really different?"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Damien rubbed his neck again, still sitting and lookig outward towards the rest of the school. "I'm, uh, fourteen," he said, quite quietly. "Any reason why we're roommates even though our ages are really different?"

James shrugged. "Doesn't look like age matters much here." He yawned. "Guessing you went to the banquet? How was it?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

Once Damien had gotten out of his way, Lewis entered their room and looked around. It was moderately sized, bigger than your average dorm. It had a bunk-bed in the back-left corner that occupied most of the side Lewis was opposite to, with white sheet, a blue blanket, and a white pillow. The frame was made out of some kind of dark wood, as was the ladder that connected beds. Lewis couldn't help but wonder why Crowley had bought bunk-beds, but he quickly figured it out; cheaper than two beds. Directly opposite to the beds was a window. Below the window was a varnished wooden desk with a reclining, black leather desk chair in front of it. A laptop sat on the desk, James', and a lamp with a burnt-out bulbs and frayed wires stood next to it. Front and center was a wall-mounted, widescreen plasma TV. Nice for 2012, not bad for 2015, a piece of fucking shit for 2018, especially given its cracked and smudged screen

Lewis helped out by smacking the end of his cane into it, cracking it some more (to piece, in fact). He quickly tore the TV off the wall and threw it onto the top bunk. He kicked James' shit out of his way as he made his way to the bunk-bed, using his heat vision to sever the ladder from the bed, cutting it in half width-wise and then throwing it up onto the top as well. He then severed the support from the bottom bunk and, acting quickly, from the top as well. It call came tumbling down onto the desk, smashing it to shit and breaking James' laptop. Lewis had, of course, managed to dodge out of the way. Tapping into hiss Herculean strength and stubborn refusal to do anything remotely kind nor logical, he cut the bed in two (also width-wise), grabbed one half, and lugged out the door, dropping it randomly in the hall. He did this for the other half and then ripped the headboard off of one half, using it like a broom to push all of the scraps out of his room. He grabbed a few chunks of wood from his pile and tossed them back inside. Finally, he used a combination of his two powers to create a controlled fire that rendered the wood to smoke and unleashed a fuckton of smoke into the school, none of which entered Lewis' room as he had slammed the door shut and used the other bed's blanket to fill in the space under the door.

Once this was done, he re-entered his room with a gag, letting in a puff of smoke that he threw up the window to release. Satisfied with his room but not quite done, Lewis scorched off a long piece of wood (previously on of the ladder's legs) to about the height of his banjo. He then broke up two smaller piece of the ladder and ripped up the other bed's sheet (which he had also spared), using it to tie the two smaller pieces onto bigger piece in a crude "Y" shape. Finally, he broke off a smaller of wood and bound it tight to the bottom of the "Y", tipping the "Y" over on a 90 degree angle so that it rested on the smaller piece. He rested his banjo against his new guitar stand and, exhausted from the use of his powers, fighting, and the shitload of crack, he passed out on his perfectly in-tact bed.

When Damien and James stopped flirting, they would find that Lewis had fucked their shit up in record time. He was really a fast worker, you had to give him credit.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

From up on the roof top, James heard the ruckus Lewis had caused, and happened to look over towards the window right when smoke came out.

Immediately he sprang to his feet, got his shoes back on, and ran over, to see an ugly old man asleep amongst the ruins of James' dorm. He went inside and spotted a banjo, clearly belonging to the old guy. He grabbed it and whacked the old guy in the face with it, hard. "OI! JACKASS! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

[The Inritus Extraho]

Jade stepped into the hall, knowing she was late, and simply saw... utter chaos. There were people everywhere, stuffing themselves, fighting, arguing, some people doing all three. She stared, and then carefully lifted her hand away from the sword by her side. She stepped over to the banquet table, picking up a small plate of food, and stood for an instant, thinking... Why did she have to be here? Why did they have to send her to this crackpot school? She didn't want to be here, she was doing just fine on her own, she didn't want to...

She stepped back, turning with her plate of food, and found herself face-to-face with a (relative to everyone else) older-looking woman, looking her over before mumbling an apology under her breath, stepping back to look the woman over more carefully. From what she had seen, not everyone here was human, and from what she could tell, this woman seemed off. She shrugged, and went to turn back to the banquet, looking it over for another morsel for her plate.

[Nationstatelandsville]

From up on the roof top, James heard the ruckus Lewis had caused, and happened to look over towards the window right when smoke came out.

Immediately he sprang to his feet, got his shoes back on, and ran over, to see an ugly old man asleep amongst the ruins of James' dorm. He went inside and spotted a banjo, clearly belonging to the old guy. He grabbed it and whacked the old guy in the face with it, hard. "OI! JACKASS! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

"FUCKING CHINAMEN AND THEIR FUCKING JEW WALLS!" Lewis screamed, smashing his fist into James' nose, sending him sprawling backward, "Eh, what? Hey, what the fuck?! You aren't the brat who was in my room earlier!"

He jumped out of his bed, wrenching his banjo out of James' grip before hugging it tight, falling backwards onto his bed.

"Banjie!" he cried, "Did that horrible bastard touch you in your personals?!"

He pet the banjo down its strings, cooing in comfort.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." he whispered softly and tenderly, "It'll be OK. Uncle Lewie will kill that nasty fuckface for you."

He gently put his instrument down, before whipping around to face James.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch-tits?" he demanded.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

From up on the roof top, James heard the ruckus Lewis had caused, and happened to look over towards the window right when smoke came out.

Immediately he sprang to his feet, got his shoes back on, and ran over, to see an ugly old man asleep amongst the ruins of James' dorm. He went inside and spotted a banjo, clearly belonging to the old guy. He grabbed it and whacked the old guy in the face with it, hard. "OI! JACKASS! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

"FUCKING CHINAMEN AND THEIR FUCKING JEW WALLS!" Lewis screamed, smashing his fist into James' nose, sending him sprawling backward, "Eh, what? Hey, what the fuck?! You aren't the brat who was in my room earlier!"

He jumped out of his bed, wrenching his banjo out of James' grip before hugging it tight, falling backwards onto his bed.

"Banjie!" he cried, "Did that horrible bastard touch you in your personals?!"

He pet the banjo down its strings, cooing in comfort.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." he whispered softly and tenderly, "It'll be OK. Uncle Lewie will kill that nasty fuckface for you."

He gently put his instrument down, before whipping around to face James.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch-tits?" he demanded.

James got to his feet, wiping a bit of blood from his nose. "Nice backhand. Who taught you that one, Chris Brown?" He glared at the old man. "You're in my room and trashed my stuff, so I kindly suggest you get yourself and your shitty ass banjo out of here!"

[Nationstatelandsville]

"FUCKING CHINAMEN AND THEIR FUCKING JEW WALLS!" Lewis screamed, smashing his fist into James' nose, sending him sprawling backward, "Eh, what? Hey, what the fuck?! You aren't the brat who was in my room earlier!"

He jumped out of his bed, wrenching his banjo out of James' grip before hugging it tight, falling backwards onto his bed.

"Banjie!" he cried, "Did that horrible bastard touch you in your personals?!"

He pet the banjo down its strings, cooing in comfort.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." he whispered softly and tenderly, "It'll be OK. Uncle Lewie will kill that nasty fuckface for you."

He gently put his instrument down, before whipping around to face James.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch-tits?" he demanded.

James got to his feet, wiping a bit of blood from his nose. "Nice backhand. Who taught you that one, Chris Brown?" He glared at the old man. "You're in my room and trashed my stuff, so I kindly suggest you get yourself and your shitty ass banjo out of here!"

"Nobody insults Banjie," Lewis said firmly. There wasn't a hint of emotion in his voice. No anger, no hatred, not even a hint of stupidity. Lewis was a naturally angry person. When you managed to push him beyond fury, you knew right then that you fucked-up really bad.

The first thing James felt was a knee to his groin. Had James been a grown man, that knee would have caused his testes to burst. Since he was just a kid, Lewis decided to go a little easy on him. Which is to say, it just hurt a fucking lot. It was quickly followed by a rough shove to the ground and a boot slamming down on James' chest, making it a bit harder to breath and a lot harder not to piss yourself.

"First, I shall show you true pain," Lewis explained, "then, I shall break you. When it is done and all you've ever loved is in ashes, then you have my permission to die. What's your name, kid?"