Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[Seshephe]

"I'm kind of new to this school but counsellor means that we are supposed to talk to you" once she started talking the words came out of her like a stream.
"..about... a..about personal matters and such, right?" she said, in a slower pace, realising how fast she had been speaking.

Nyarla had absolutely no trouble understanding the rapid fire of the young Frida, having a millennia of practice with people just like her. "Yes, dear. Counselors are here for when you need to talk. Now, what seems to be ailing you?" Explained the Outer God, leaning forward and putting a comforting hand on Frida's as a way of showing compassion to the clearly stressed girl. She was concerned for the girl, not only because she seemed to be at wits end, but also because she seemed to be at wits end the day before and then was forced to go through a life threatening situation. Certainly not a pleasant situation if there ever was one.

"Well... you see... there's this war on now and now Crowley says that I am a soldier... that we are soldiers... and its not like I have a choice or anything, I have nowhere else to go.. and... and I'm a little scared and we're supposed to fight demons and I'm just sixteen and I like Laz and he's the only demon I've ever met and I don't know why we should kill demons all of a sudden and I don't really know what's going on and I'm scared" she stopped to take a breath
"And there's this.... this person... that I like... love.. and I want to protect... I want to protect.... her" the last word was uttered so silently that Frida was hoping that the kind lady would not quite hear it.
"And my family hasn't even tried to contact me since I came here and... and... I don't have anywhere else to go."
Feeling a little ashamed of her sudden outburst Frida again looked down in her lap and twiddled her thumb, not daring to look at the counsellor.
She did her best not to cry.
'What is she going to think of me?' she thought a little dejected
'She must think that I am a complete wimp and a coward'
Before the counsellor could answer she quickly added.
"I really want to protect this school and all and I want... I want to fight, to get those poor students back. But I'm scared and..." her voice trailed off

[Ameriganastan]

Laz had mysteriously vanished after his little chat with Pierre. No one had any clue where he was. Until he stumbled out of a janitors closet. Along with the entire staff of lunch ladies, a bottle of whiskey in hand, a pair of panties hanging off his horn, and a goat for...some reason.

"Well...that was fun. Now that I've my customary before battle sex, you ladies best make tracks. This school is gonna be a warzone soon, and I'm not fixing the food for this place alone."

He shut the door behind him, and stumbled off down the hall.

[Erinkita]

Ellywick and Daisuke can stripped and examined everything that EVE had left behind. There was nothing helpful to be found. They then carefully and completely destroyed everything the robot had touched. Better safe than sorry. Ellywick worked methodically and emotionlessly, barely talking to Daisuke. She normally liked to chat and mumble and sing while she worked, but now it was like she was back with SAM. Constantly looking over her shoulder, waiting for the next punishment. Elfen High had been her safehouse, her refuge. It was as if the walls had fallen down and she could see just how exposed she was. There was no comfort here, not anymore.

There was a bright spot on the horizon, however. Asgard. As soon as Crowley mentioned the expedition, Ellywick had volunteered. She could feel the curiosity itching away in her oversized brain. A different world full of literal gods. Who knew what could be found there? Probably no one had ever bothered to do a proper scientific survey of the place. What were gods anyway? Some people here were apparently descended from them, but genetically there didn't seem to be anything special about them. Ellywick wanted to find out. She wanted to see for herself. Mostly, she wanted to get out of here and doing so in the company of Crowley was even better. Ellywick's nose twitched. Her surgery scar began to itch. Asgard.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The rats sounded pissed. The voice came again. WHO ARE YOU TO DISTURB US? WHAT IS YOUR NAME AND PURPOSE? the voice came clearly in her head, a choir of squeaks seeming to be carrying each word into her head. I AM MANY. I AM THE VOICE OF THE VOICELESS. BUT WHO ARE YOU?
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Crowley sighed and nodded. "Alright then. I suppose we have things arranged." A portal was created as the mage waved his hand vaguely in the air, then used both hands to grab the edges to pull it open. "Step in, ladies and gentlemen." he chuckled, being the first man to go inside. He waited patiently for everyone to enter. They were in a small, quiet room with a warrior in a golden armoured suit in the corner, waiting patiently. Crowley nodded. "Hello, Heimdall." the warrior gave a nod back and said no more.

Crowley walked to the end of the room, opening an ordinary wooden door.

Then they saw Asgard. And it was beautiful. An immense castle in the sky, a castle that seemed made out of pure gold. And then this castle was merely an extension of a larger castle they could barely make out, which was an extension of yet another one which was so big they couldn't even see it end to end. While normal castles had towers, this giant one had smaller castles. It stretched toward the horizons, a spectacular jeweled fortress with smaller fortresses just hanging in the sky through a violation of logic.

They were standing on streets utterly paved with gold, which was not just an expression- it was the legitimate reality. On the castles, people (mainly women and children, human) walked along rather happily. Crowley gestured. "Welcome to Asgard."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel winced as the voice came back, stronger this time, and continued clutching her head. The violent voice that forced itself into her mind was certainly not too gentle with it's methods and was causing her pain, but she tried to endure as she listened to what the rats were saying. They were demanding her name and purpose.

"I did not intend to disturb you! My name is Ciel Strider, and I need to try to help protect all of this place from Azazel." Was all she said.

[The Inritus Extraho]

The rats sounded pissed. The voice came again. WHO ARE YOU TO DISTURB US? WHAT IS YOUR NAME AND PURPOSE? the voice came clearly in her head, a choir of squeaks seeming to be carrying each word into her head. I AM MANY. I AM THE VOICE OF THE VOICELESS. BUT WHO ARE YOU?
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Crowley sighed and nodded. "Alright then. I suppose we have things arranged." A portal was created as the mage waved his hand vaguely in the air, then used both hands to grab the edges to pull it open. "Step in, ladies and gentlemen." he chuckled, being the first man to go inside. He waited patiently for everyone to enter. They were in a small, quiet room with a warrior in a golden armoured suit in the corner, waiting patiently. Crowley nodded. "Hello, Heimdall." the warrior gave a nod back and said no more.

Crowley walked to the end of the room, opening an ordinary wooden door.

Then they saw Asgard. And it was beautiful. An immense castle in the sky, a castle that seemed made out of pure gold. And then this castle was merely an extension of a larger castle they could barely make out, which was an extension of yet another one which was so big they couldn't even see it end to end. While normal castles had towers, this giant one had smaller castles. It stretched toward the horizons, a spectacular jeweled fortress with smaller fortresses just hanging in the sky through a violation of logic.

They were standing on streets utterly paved with gold, which was not just an expression- it was the legitimate reality. On the castles, people (mainly women and children, human) walked along rather happily. Crowley gestured. "Welcome to Asgard."

Jade stepped in, and looked about, amazed. "Solid gold..." she said, kneeling down and tapping a fingernail against the surface. "Amazing." She stood up, and gazed about, taking in as much as she could. She had nodded to the silent warrior, of course, as was respectful. She saw the weapon he had, and how comfortable he seemed with it. She had no doubt he could hold all of them off, perhaps even Crowley, for as long as necessary, if they were not wanted. Suddenly she was glad that she didn't have any deities directly opposed to her - at least, she was fairly sure she didn't.

[Erinkita]

Ellywick came into Crowley's office just in time to see the portal opened. She followed Jade through, giggling at the pleasant tingling sensation as she passed through.
She was dressed sensibly in jean overalls, a warm skivvy, and a wool-lined jacket, all of which had been made for a three-year-old. Her hammer was in the pocket on the front of her overalls, which made her feel rather like a kangaroo, and her backpack contained binoculars, her computer's hard drive which she had removed that morning, bottled water and several bags of sour cream and onion flavoured potato chips, spare underwear, and a very long piece of string just in case. Feeling adequately prepared, she had hugged Daisuke and left this dimension.

Ellywick smiled and waved to the golden-armoured warrior the passed, hoping she'd get a chance to figure out what he was, but that was soon placed on the backburner once they arrived in Asgard proper. Following her first impulse, Ellywick ran over to the ledge and looked down. Either the ground was too far below to see or there wasn't one. That made her dizzy, but also set off another bout of giggling. How exciting. The atmosphere seemed normal. A bit more background magic than usual, but not as much as you'd expect. She gave the golden floor beneath her an experimental tap with her hammer. Pure gold, all the way through. The perfect atomic grid sang to her and she did a little dance in response.
Looking up at the walkways and parapets that seemed to stretch on forever, she watched the ordinary-looking people coming and going. "Are they all gods?" she asked.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Each rat paused. AZAZEL HIMSELF? WHAT DOES HE WANT? Now the voice wasn't as blinding and much more reasonable. The rats stopped squeaking and were willing to hear Ciel out. WE DON'T PARTICULARLY LIKE HIM EITHER. The fact these rats knew the king of Hell was something that was probably slightly surprising, but this was Elfen High. What could you expect?
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"Not gods, just human servants." Crowley muttered as they moved down a bridge toward one of the tower castles. "There are some gods, mainly where we're about to enter..." Then he opened the door. Into a giant bar. That's really what it was, when you got down to it. A giant bar made for people who were nearly fifteen feet tall, the counter dwarfing the group. There were a lot of bar room fights- navigating through them seemed part of the challenge, though it seemed to be a joking affair- they'd throw a punch and then the other guy would be hurt severely, but his wounds would quickly heal and they'd fight again before drinking once more.

"Vahalla, ladies and gentlemen." Crowley said, looking around. "Now...is that Thor?" Crowley sounded disappointed, seeing a giant blond haired man sitting alone in a table near the corner of the bar, crying into his beer. "For fuck's sake...he's supposed to be my great weapon!" Crowley muttered, sounding disgusted. He walked over and kicked the god on the leg.

"Wake the fuck up!"

Thor shook from his slumber and stared at Crowley. "Fuck you Crowley. Seriously, fuck you and fuck everyone else as collateral. I'm not in the mood."

[The Nuclear Fist]

"Well... you see... there's this war on now and now Crowley says that I am a soldier... that we are soldiers... and its not like I have a choice or anything, I have nowhere else to go.. and... and I'm a little scared and we're supposed to fight demons and I'm just sixteen and I like Laz and he's the only demon I've ever met and I don't know why we should kill demons all of a sudden and I don't really know what's going on and I'm scared" she stopped to take a breath
"And there's this.... this person... that I like... love.. and I want to protect... I want to protect.... her" the last word was uttered so silently that Frida was hoping that the kind lady would not quite hear it.
"And my family hasn't even tried to contact me since I came here and... and... I don't have anywhere else to go."
Feeling a little ashamed of her sudden outburst Frida again looked down in her lap and twiddled her thumb, not daring to look at the counsellor.
She did her best not to cry.
'What is she going to think of me?' she thought a little dejected
'She must think that I am a complete wimp and a coward'
Before the counsellor could answer she quickly added.
"I really want to protect this school and all and I want... I want to fight, to get those poor students back. But I'm scared and..." her voice trailed off

Nyarla patted Frida's hand and smiled comfortingly at her. "It is natural to be scared upon the outbreak of war, dear. We all feel it somewhere in our hearts. I am sure your family simply believes you are well and do not feel the need to bother you with checking up. As for this girl, I am sure you will be able to protect her. I'll make sure to give you all the training your mortal form could possibly handle." Said Nyarlathotep, hoping to soothe the hysterical girl. In reality, Nyarla had serious doubts about this one. She seemed emotionally fragile, and her file did not show much current skill. But Frida was a lump of pure iron, all that was needed was to be boiled and beaten into a weapon. Her illusion and teleportation skills would make her best suited for a support role, and not a combat role, but that was a story for a different day. Hoping to cheer up this young girl on the verge of tears, the Outer God stood up and walked around the desk, wrapping her arms around Frida and pulling her into a warm, motherly embrace.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Lewis turned to Damien, looking grim in a serious way, not an angry one. Truthfully, he was not particularly excited to visit the High Echelons. They held no affection for him, certainly not after the Great Wars they waged on him (they lost, horribly, all four times). In fact, most of the High Echelons were veterans of those wars, and had seen the horrible losses he had wrought upon them firsthand. The last time he had met with the Bear Council had ended with the Tungaska Event. That was a lot of fireworks.

"Before we go," he said, "we'll need the salmon, some rations for ourselves, and booze. A lot of booze."

[Seshephe]

Nyarla patted Frida's hand and smiled comfortingly at her. "It is natural to be scared upon the outbreak of war, dear. We all feel it somewhere in our hearts. I am sure your family simply believes you are well and do not feel the need to bother you with checking up. As for this girl, I am sure you will be able to protect her. I'll make sure to give you all the training your mortal form could possibly handle." Said Nyarlathotep, hoping to soothe the hysterical girl. In reality, Nyarla had serious doubts about this one. She seemed emotionally fragile, and her file did not show much current skill. But Frida was a lump of pure iron, all that was needed was to be boiled and beaten into a weapon. Her illusion and teleportation skills would make her best suited for a support role, and not a combat role, but that was a story for a different day. Hoping to cheer up this young girl on the verge of tears, the Outer God stood up and walked around the desk, wrapping her arms around Frida and pulling her into a warm, motherly embrace.

Frida was a little taken aback by the counsellors behaviour, she wasn't used to being embraced by people she didn't know so for a while she just sat there rigid as a stone.
After a while, however, she started to soften up and returned the embrace hesitantly.
"What do you mean Mortal form?" she said after a moments pause.
"Do I have a non Mortal form? Are you mortal?" she asked, a curious expression on her face

[Nude East Ireland]

Lewis turned to Damien, looking grim in a serious way, not an angry one. Truthfully, he was not particularly excited to visit the High Echelons. They held no affection for him, certainly not after the Great Wars they waged on him (they lost, horribly, all four times). In fact, most of the High Echelons were veterans of those wars, and had seen the horrible losses he had wrought upon them firsthand. The last time he had met with the Bear Council had ended with the Tungaska Event. That was a lot of fireworks.

"Before we go," he said, "we'll need the salmon, some rations for ourselves, and booze. A lot of booze."

Damien nodded, and patted Lewis on the shoulder. "Taken care of, my friend. We've got enough booze, drugs, salmon, and food to last a good few months, if need be." He led Lewis into the courtyard, where the Gulfstream was parked. The pilot was wearing a brown leather jacket and a brown fedora. He also had a revolver holstered at his belt, and another gun in hand that looked like one of those Star Wars lasers. The pilot nodded, not saying a word. Nodding back, Damien continued until he arrived at the escalator that went into the plane. "Besides, we also have weapons. And if the Bears know anything, it's to not fuck with me. Or you, as well."

[Erinkita]

Human servants? Interesting. Ellywick made a mental note that it was at least theoretically possible to get a job in a place like this and filed it away for future reference.
She followed Crowley into the mead hall, scurrying to match his pace. The giant-scale furnishings didn't phase her. There was little practical difference, from her point of view, between
a room built to accommodate people twice her size and one for people five times her size.

She dodged around a gigantic hairy mound of muscle who was reeling backwards from having taken a tankard to the face from an almost identical lumbering beard creature, and paused to investigate a puddle of spilled liquid. From what she could tell, it was 130% proof. Thinking about that gave her a headache, although the fumes might have had something to do with that too.

The giant that Crolwey pointed out as Thor was the largest and most muscular of the drunken revelers, and with the most impressive beard, but unlike everyone else he didn't seem to be having fun. He didn't seem particularly alert right now, so Ellywick took the opportunity she might never get again. She sat cross-legged under the huge table, looking at Thor's titanic fur boots, and began tapping methodically with her hammer. At first there was just noise, jumbled scraps of information from all over, but she refined her pattern, zeroing in on the thing she wanted. It was surprisingly elusive, but she could find it. It was like a huge elephant lurking just out of her field of vision and hurrying out of view every time she turned around. She was quick, though. The disfiguring surgical scar wasn't just for show. SAM had made her able to do things other gnomes couldn't even conceptualize. Finally locking onto what she was looking for, cautiously but triumphantly, Ellywick peeked at the genome of a god.

Oh... she thought as impossible things exploded into her brain and she reeled backwards, her oversized head hitting the damp floor. So this is how Prometheus felt.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel mentally prepared herself for the rats to telepathically shout at her yet again, so she was visibly surprised when it did not happen. Well, it did, but the voice was no longer so loud or painful. It seemed calmer, if only for the moment. The squeaks also stopped, which was a welcome development. When the rats said that they did not like Azazel a lot, she smiled to her insides. At least they had that much in common, even if she herself had not met Azazel before. It didn't surprise her that the rats knew him, though. This was Elfen High, after all.

"Yes, Azazel himself. He has kidnapped several people and is currently preparing to start an invasion to Heavensgate. If he succeeds then he will undoubtedly come and conquer our world as well, and he will start with Elfen High, because we have caused him trouble before. That is why we need to stop him before he has the chance to cause trouble. That is the cause I was trying to work for when I got lost and ended up here." She explained.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Lewis turned to Damien, looking grim in a serious way, not an angry one. Truthfully, he was not particularly excited to visit the High Echelons. They held no affection for him, certainly not after the Great Wars they waged on him (they lost, horribly, all four times). In fact, most of the High Echelons were veterans of those wars, and had seen the horrible losses he had wrought upon them firsthand. The last time he had met with the Bear Council had ended with the Tungaska Event. That was a lot of fireworks.

"Before we go," he said, "we'll need the salmon, some rations for ourselves, and booze. A lot of booze."

Damien nodded, and patted Lewis on the shoulder. "Taken care of, my friend. We've got enough booze, drugs, salmon, and food to last a good few months, if need be." He led Lewis into the courtyard, where the Gulfstream was parked. The pilot was wearing a brown leather jacket and a brown fedora. He also had a revolver holstered at his belt, and another gun in hand that looked like one of those Star Wars lasers. The pilot nodded, not saying a word. Nodding back, Damien continued until he arrived at the escalator that went into the plane. "Besides, we also have weapons. And if the Bears know anything, it's to not fuck with me. Or you, as well."

"The last thing ye' want is to start a fight with the High Echelons," Lewis said, "The last person to do that was named Adolf Hitler."

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The plane descended on a random patch of grass in the British Columbian forest, as per Lewis' directions. They had made exceptional time, record, even, seemingly (definitely) through magic. Neither the pilot nor Damien knew the significance of this spot, for Lewis hadn't said. All they knew was that it was a rare clearing in the impenetrable cloak of tree and mountain, just big enough for the plane to land, but not much else.

"Before you meet the Council,'" Lewis said in between swigs of rum, "you should know somethin' about their politics.

The bears are an extremely anarchic society, with a government that exists solely for a few laws and maintainin' a massive stash of food for use in the event of a catastrophe. The Bear Council consists of two representatives from each of the twelve territories that the bears divide the world into - Northern America, which is the U.S. and Canada, Central America, which is Mexico, Central America, and most of South America, Southern America, Peru and such, Western Europe and Eastern Europe, which are obvious, Northern Africa, Muslim Africa and the Middle East, Central Africa, the less populated parts, Southern Africa, which is just South Africa, Northern Asia, the Russian-influenced parts, Southern Asia, the Oriental bits, and Oceania, which is Hell and a couple of islands. The title of "Bear Councilman" is inherited, passed through the mother's line, to her strongest child, which is determined with a fight in frigid Siberia. The Bear Council's job is to pass or repeal laws, which they rarely do, and budget the reserve, which they argue about constantly until they meet the deadline, in which the old system is simply extended for another few months. They meet biannually, durin' the spring and fall equinoxes, largely out of tradition, rather than necessity.

The High Echelons are made up of the most noble and accomplished warriors of bearkind, one from each territory, as decided by the Echelons upon the death of the predecessor. A thirteenth member is the Bear-King, who leads the bear armies into battle and vetoes any laws passed by the Council whenever he pleases. He only appears durin' the summer and winter solstices for a ceremonial prayer, and then disappears to do stupid shit. He is chosen from the Echelons, by the Council. The rest of the Echelons act as a court of sorts, tryin' any who actually manage to break the few laws, which takes effort. They also function as the Bear-King's regulators whenever he takes military action, approvin' each decision and advisin' him on such matters.

We are currently in the Forest of the Night, which, according to the bear creation story, is where the Daysky and Nightsky fucked and Nightsky gave birth to the Sun, who then fucked his girlfriend, the Earth, here, and she popped out the Moon, who then fucked himself and spawned life. In case ye' haven't noticed, when most of your knowledge of mating comes from salmon, it's a bit fucked-up. This specific spot is the Capital of the Bears, an entrance to the Chambers of the Bear Council, which is underground. Below that is the Bear Court, where we'll find the High Echelons, and below that is the Bear-King's throne room, where we'll find him, passed out in a bowl of Cheetos with Seinfeld playin' on a stolen TV."

He shoved the half-empty bottle into Damien's hands.

"Drink up," he commanded, "you'll need the courage. We're gonna' have to do a lot of brave and stupid bullshit to get the Echelons to trust us."

[Ameriganastan]

"Alright, you sorry sacks of saccharine. Crowley is off doing...whatever it is he's doing. And since the boss is gone, I hereby place myself in charge of souping this place up for war! They ain't gonna catch us off guard this time, no siree bob. I've got a cork shoved up my ass to make sure of that...probably should have kept that to myself."

Laz was currently on the school roof, yelling at the random group of students he had rounded up, because they were closest to his proximity.

"The Great and Mighty Lazrian has over 5 centuries of military service, and in time, I will shape you jelly rolls into a lean, mean, fighting machine! Who's with me!"

The students glanced at each other...and quickly beat a hasty retreat, leaving Laz standing there alone.

"Cowards!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Thor glanced down at the small gnome he could kill with a twitch of his foot. He sighed in depressed silence. "You are lucky, young gnome. If the All Mighty Thor had been in a mood for a battle, you would simply cease to exist. But I have lost my hammer!" he wailed, slamming his fists on the table like a oversized baby.

"You lost Mjölnir?" Crowley asked, shocked. "Oh fucking shit. Shit. Shit."

Thor paid no notice. "You just can't trust dwarfs, man. You can't fucking trust dwarfs. They'll betray you whenever and take your hammer, man. Fuck dwarfs." he then returned to his regularly scheduled sobbing.

Crowley sighed. "Thor, we need you in battle. We need-"

"The All Mighty Thor will not battle until he gets his hammer! Waa! Waa! Lord Thor wants his stuff! Someone get me my hammer!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table, creating a large crack.
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The rats came out of the darkness. There weren't just a few, there were thousands upon thousands. And they all seemed to be small in size...then more rats came out. These ones were truly giant, up to six feet tall and standing on their hind legs. They had muscled legs and seemed surprisingly intelligent by looking in their eyes. One scarred rat spoke, in a normal voice. "We agree to aid you. We have no love for the demon known as Azazel."

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James' eyes fluttered open, and he slowly became aware of the fact he was on the floor of the infirmary in a puddle of drool. His headache and groin pain was gone, though, so that's a plus.

He got to his feet, blinking, feeling... Like something had changed. He felt like Atlas without the weight of Olympus on his shoulders, like a Phoenix that had just shot from the ashes of its old self. He was new. He was happy.

He left the infirmary, smiling, and went to find Richard. Finding him in his office, he knocked on the door. "Sir." He said respectfully for the first time ever. "Do you have a minute?"

After getting the information he needed, James went to the cafeteria to see Sarina. He entered the cafeteria, and then stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "S... Sarina?" He said nervously. "You busy?"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel stared at the rats that were coming out of the darkness. Thousands of them, rather small, but still quite a lot, which made up for their size, kind of. But then these thoughts were thrown out the window when the larger ones moved in. These rats, standing on their hind legs, were taller than her, and she simply looked up at them, more amazed at them tha anything else. They seemed like a quite intelligent and strong race. She was surprised that nobody had yet thought of having them assist the war effort, but then again, maybe nobody knew they were down there?

When the scarred rat spoke, Ciel turned and looked up at it before speaking. "That is great to hear. We will need all the help we can get if we hope to defeat Azazel in Dis. Tell me, are there any other races in these deeper parts of Elfen High? Perhaps we could try to recruit them as well." She said.

[Nude East Ireland]

Damien did drink, up, and then tossed the bottle back to the pilot, who went to dispose of it. He followed Lewis, and though for a moment. "How do bears communicate?" he asked. "Or even move from continent-to-continent. It seems a bit inefficient, but I no nothing of these bears. You seem to, though. Your encounters with them were less-than-friendly, I assume? Otherwise we would just walk right in there and they'd help us out immediately."

[Constaniana]

William looked around the bar, and then at the enormous divine man-child assaulting the table with his bare hands. When Thor seemed to pause from wailing like a toddler who had lost his sippy-cup, William spoke up. "Sir, where did you lose Mjölnir? If you could tell us when and where you were with Dwarves last we could maybe go get it for you..." he offered. Perhaps you should refine your skill of holding your tongue, keeping your mouth shut Sheila muttered ...

[AETEN II]

"Alright, you sorry sacks of saccharine. Crowley is off doing...whatever it is he's doing. And since the boss is gone, I hereby place myself in charge of souping this place up for war! They ain't gonna catch us off guard this time, no siree bob. I've got a cork shoved up my ass to make sure of that...probably should have kept that to myself."

Laz was currently on the school roof, yelling at the random group of students he had rounded up, because they were closest to his proximity.

"The Great and Mighty Lazrian has over 5 centuries of military service, and in time, I will shape you jelly rolls into a lean, mean, fighting machine! Who's with me!"

The students glanced at each other...and quickly beat a hasty retreat, leaving Laz standing there alone.

"Cowards!"

Malal was having a fairly good day. Well, nothing had truly happened, but then he had this beer. It was a wonderful beer. It was a wonderful orange color that looked like dehydrated piss, but this thought was removed by the nectar-like taste. It was wonderful. And it was ruined by a horde of children that barged into the hall and stormed it in a mass panic, throwing everything up in the air that wasn't nailed or bolted down. At one point in time Malal was enjoying a delirious beer. At the next his head was embedded in the ceiling by some superpowered freak who had flung him up in panic of Laz's statement (the entire student body though they were going to die). Malal swung his body back and forth while he hung from the stone ceiling, attempting to free himself from his fairly odd predicament. Giving up on loosening his skull from the stone, the demigod now swung backwards as far as he possibly could to gain the momentum needed to heave his legs up to the ceiling and hopefully push himself out. After two attempts Malal finally succeeded and pushed his feet into the ceiling until his head was forced out of the hole.
Then the demigod remembered a thing called gravity. He had largely forgotten about it. But his memory was most certainly jogged when he fell twenty feet or so into the floor.

[Olthar]

Looking up from her plate of what appeared to be charred tentacle spaghetti, Sari-chan noticed James standing there. She slurped up the tentacles currently in her mouth and swallowed before responding.

"Not right now," she smiled, "Is there something you need?"

Noticing her meal crawling off her plate to escape, Sari-chan stabbed it with her fork to keep it from moving. Swirling her fork around, she collected a large ball of tentacles and pulled it up. She then presented the "food" to James.

"You want some?" she asked, still smiling.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Looking up from her plate of what appeared to be charred tentacle spaghetti, Sari-chan noticed James standing there. She slurped up the tentacles currently in her mouth and swallowed before responding.

"Not right now," she smiled, "Is there something you need?"

Noticing her meal crawling off her plate to escape, Sari-chan stabbed it with her fork to keep it from moving. Swirling her fork around, she collected a large ball of tentacles and pulled it up. She then presented the "food" to James.

"You want some?" she asked, still smiling.

James' face went pale as he walked forward and sat down in front of Sarina. "Uh... Sure..." He said hesitantly, before taking the fork and, swallowing his disgust, eating the tentacles. "Tasty." He said, surprise, after swallowing them. He handed the fork back to Sarina. "Never realized the cafeteria served good food. Figured it was like every other school cafeteria..."

[Olthar]

"Oh, this isn't the cafeteria food," Sari-chan corrected him, smiling, "I don't think any of the lunch ladies are even here anymore. I think they all left yesterday or earlier today. No, I made this myself. It's a new recipe, actually, for some sort of hamburger casserole. I'm glad you like it. I didn't know how it would turn out. I thought I might have added too much Drano. You can have more if you like!"

Smiling, she pulled another fork out of her sleeve and took another bite of her "casserole."