Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[Ende]

Ellywick heard some talking and some shouting in the background, but it wasn't important. She struggled to her feet, still dizzy. What was in her head right now might possibly be the most important discovery any carbon-based being had ever made. If only she understood a single lick of it.
She groped in her backpack for her hard drive, her movements clumsy like someone half drunk. It wasn't actually necessary to have her hard drive in her hands to use it, but it made her more comfortable. The thing spun in her hands as she recorded as much as possible, occasionally giving it a nudge with her hammer.
I'm roasting the fruit of knowledge over Promethean fire here, she quipped to herself. Which as a terribly mixed mythological metaphor, especially considering the Norse setting. But who gives a shit?

Ellywick threw a look to her right and saw Ivy milling around, looking awkward at the screaming, crying thunder god. She threw a wicked grin at the green-haired demigod. "I know why you just seem human," she said "When I looked at your genome, there was nothing unusual about it. But you're still part god. And I get it now. Actually, I don't. Not at all. But once I figure out what the hell any of that was, everything's gonna make sense."

Ivy looked at the dwarf blankly. What was this annoying half-dwarf-thing on about? Dwarves were odd, and as a species, they were on the lower end. They suffered heavily from greed. She couldn't quite tell if whatever was speaking to her was a gnome or a dwarf. But that didn't really matter.

Whatever it was, it was a bit annoying. It kept babbling on nonsensically, without making any sense at all. Ivy sighed.

"I have a saying you may perhaps find useful, gnome. If you have nothing useful to say, say nothing at all." she said flatly, and she turned away from the annoying gnome. Slightly uninterested, she looked around. All the warriors here were quite impressive. Many even appeared like they may put up a decent fight against match the angels, which was impressive. The Norse were a decent lot. They were brave, courageous, and fairly noble, but they glorified violence excessively, and they were rather greedy. However, compared to the other pantheons, the Norse were fairly respectable. She didn't mind being here.

She was rather bored, though. There was nothing for her to do here. Thor had already been convinced by Crowley, and so she didn't have to step in and attempt to negotiate, and there were no threats to Crowley here. Yawning, she took her knife out of the sheath, and polished it for a while.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Still, there was this one thing she still wanted to talk to someone about... clutching her hands tight she wondered if she would really dare to bring it up. Not quite sure, she decided that she still needed to say something so she sat back with a small sigh and pondered Nyarlas statement for a while.
"So... you don't have a soul... and you are not Mortal... then what are you?" she asked, looking a little pale.

Nyarla smiled sweetly. "I am Nyarlathotep, the Doom-Prophet of Azathoth, Servant of the Outer Gods. I am the only Outer God not exiled to a star or in another realm, and thus the only one able to communicate the wishes of the Outer Gods to their subjects." She explained, her particularly large, engorged, throbbing ego swelling with pride as she spoke of her rather important position in the grand scheme of things. Sure, Yog-Sothoth, Hastur, Azathoth, and Shub-Niggurath all had more important jobs and better titles, but at least Nyarla could move where she wanted and speak with who she wanted. Of course, she was also the only one with an actual personality, so she is likely the only one who would care. Nyarla pondered this.

[Erinkita]

Ellywick have Ivy a genial nod. No problem there. Talking about this probably wasn't especially useful, not right now anyway. And not with her. There were some people she'd need to consult with once they got back to Elfen High, though. This would change things. Maybe for the better. Maybe not. She'd have to see.

Thor's gene sequence wasn't... well, sequential. Not in the linear sense anyway. It fluctuated and rearranged itself. She was fairly certain it responded to her observing it. But that was just about the least interesting thing about it. She couldn't call what she'd seen DNA. Every living thing she'd seen so far, no matter how weird it was, came down in the end to deoxyribonucleic acid. Good old fashioned guanine, cytosine, adenine and thymine, sometimes arranged in very unusual ways and with different levels of magic to help things along, but more or less the same in the end. Thor had those too, but some of the others things, she couldn't even be certain were real chemicals. Making a model of it would be impossible. Euclid would have wept bitter tears to see the geometry at work here. She was going to have to invent new kinds of mathematics just to describe where one base pair was in relation to the next. She couldn't even think about it properly. Organic brains weren't adapted for this kind of thing.

Ellywick looked up at Thor. "Thank you," she said earnestly "Thank you so very, very much. We'll get your hammer back, I promise." She turned to Crowley, flashing her impossibly wide smile. "So, off to Brazil?"
Without waiting for an answer, Ellywick skipped back through the bar and out onto the golden parapet, her head full of googoplexi megahelixes. Nobody, looking at that thing that could very tenuously be called a gene sequence, would think it coded for a huge bearded man. But that's not was Thor was, she realised. It was obvious that gods, for the most part, didn't exist in three dimensional space. The man she met was a very small intrusion into what she perceived as the universe. She couldn't even imagine what the real thing must look like. She wondered if the gods themselves knew what they were. The gnome looked down at the golden floor beneath her. This place was so ordinary. Giant golden castles were impressive, sure, but when you got down to it, it was just atoms. Even at the quantum level, the equations for a golden castle were fairly straightforward. The genome of a god was beyond quantum. It was beyond anything she conceived as reality. It was ridiculous to think that such beings could actually live in something so mundane, so Euclidean as a giant golden castle. Ellywick shifted uncomfortably. She as the took in her surroundings. She felt like she was standing on the tip on a very large iceberg.

[Hetland 2]

"Sure!" Sari-chan exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat in excitement.

She cut off a piece of Maria's food and popped it into her mouth. Savoring the flavor, she spent several seconds chewing it before swallowing, squirming as she did so.

"Oh, that's delicious! You're a really great lunch lady, Lazzy-chan!" she called out to Laz before turning back to Maria, "Do you want to try some of my casserole? It's a new recipe that I just tried out today!"

Maria's eyes opened and she shot up nodding enthusiastically. There was nothing wrong with Laz's food but Sari-chan's food always managed to actually taste like food, giving Maria a brief feeling that she didn't lack her senses of smell and taste.
She pulled a fork and cut through the casserole and popped it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing it, leaving a unexplained taste in her mouth. She hugged Sari-chan, "As usual it tastes unique!"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel listened to the scarred rat as it explained to her that, while there probably were other races that might be willing to fight to defend their homes from the plans of Azazel and the True Fae, the rats themselves apparently didn't actually interact with any of them. However, her interest was piqued when she heard that they were, in fact, Old Demons who rebelled against Azazel's rule and fled here.

"So... If this wasn't a school at first, then what was it?" Ciel asked, curious about the past of the terrain in which Elfen High was built. Maybe if she knew more about it she would know where else to look for allies?

[Olthar]

"You like it?" Sari-chan asked, hugging Maria, "That's great! Maybe I can make you some tomorrow then! I hope there's enough of that green fuzzy stuff growing underneath the sink for another batch! That's what gives it its flavor, you know."

After finishing her meal and talking with Maria for a bit longer, Sari-chan left the cafeteria to return to the basement. It had only been about an hour or so since she left, but the rabbits still needed more training and more discipline. They weren't even close to being ready yet, and Sari-chan had to mold them into a fierce fighting force. Reaching the training room, she found a massive pile of cute fuzzy rabbits, all happily sleeping away. It would be a real shame to wake them all up, but she had to. She had no other choice. This was a life or death situation here, and an extra few hours of training could be all that's standing in the way between victory and defeat.

Five minutes later, Sari-chan was buried deep inside the pile, curled up with the rabbits and snoozing away.

[Ameriganastan]

"Green fuzzy stuff growing underneath the sink..."

Laz had produced a pen and pencil from his pocket, quickly writing that down.

"Maybe that would give my stew that kick I've been looking for..."

He stuffed them back in his pocket, and sighed.

"You know, the before battle time in Hell was funner. I mean yeah, I had an orgy in a janitors closet, but down in Hell...damn. The days before a big battle were a hedonists paradise. Man, the battle of Sarunic Valley back in 1789...that was one hell of a party...who am I talking to?"

He shrugged, and trotted back behind the counter, fiddling with something in the back.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Ciel listened to the scarred rat as it explained to her that, while there probably were other races that might be willing to fight to defend their homes from the plans of Azazel and the True Fae, the rats themselves apparently didn't actually interact with any of them. However, her interest was piqued when she heard that they were, in fact, Old Demons who rebelled against Azazel's rule and fled here.

"So... If this wasn't a school at first, then what was it?" Ciel asked, curious about the past of the terrain in which Elfen High was built. Maybe if she knew more about it she would know where else to look for allies?

"A monster." the rat demon explained. "The details are murky now, but it was a powerful monster killed by Valaran Fixban. He then put the corpse here and put a school out of the dead body with the aid of his assistant, the one you know as Crowley. So you're in the corpse of a giant eldritch creature right now. As a rat, we know a considerable bit about recycling. This was a prime example. This was no school, it was a massive beast."
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Meanwhile, Fixban's former assistant stood in Valhalla and then shrugged. "So if that's all..." he said, waving one hand vaguely in the air. Tapping into the natural magic of Asgard, he opened a portal. It was actually a bit more difficult here, because there were small blocks placed between the godly universes and Earth, making it more difficult for people in realms like Asgard and Olympus to come to Earth, though it was simpler the other way around. The reason was to block traffic on the side of the gods, so that Earth wasn't overwhelmed with monsters all the time. Of course, it tended to wear him out a bit when he had to make portals from Asgard to Earth, but it was good for the worlds at large.

But then he stepped through the hole in reality he had created, gesturing for the others to follow. They stepped from the cool halls of Valhalla to the humid heat of the Amazon. "Everyone here?' he asked when everyone had stepped through. "Now, be careful. There's a lot of dangerous stuff here, magical and normal. A poison dart frog is always a bitch even when you're a wizard."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"A monster?" Ciel asked, quite obviously astonished by the notion that the terrain in which the school called Elfen High stood had in fact been a monster when it was still alive. Or rather, the whole school was built from the monster. At this point she wasn't really sure. To think that Crowley and Fixban had built a school from a monster was impressive.

"So, that's why this school is so strange. It has the essence of a dead monster." She said, more to herself than to the rats.

"Are there other demons like you that were drawn to this monster?"

[Seshephe]

Still, there was this one thing she still wanted to talk to someone about... clutching her hands tight she wondered if she would really dare to bring it up. Not quite sure, she decided that she still needed to say something so she sat back with a small sigh and pondered Nyarlas statement for a while.
"So... you don't have a soul... and you are not Mortal... then what are you?" she asked, looking a little pale.

Nyarla smiled sweetly. "I am Nyarlathotep, the Doom-Prophet of Azathoth, Servant of the Outer Gods. I am the only Outer God not exiled to a star or in another realm, and thus the only one able to communicate the wishes of the Outer Gods to their subjects." She explained, her particularly large, engorged, throbbing ego swelling with pride as she spoke of her rather important position in the grand scheme of things. Sure, Yog-Sothoth, Hastur, Azathoth, and Shub-Niggurath all had more important jobs and better titles, but at least Nyarla could move where she wanted and speak with who she wanted. Of course, she was also the only one with an actual personality, so she is likely the only one who would care. Nyarla pondered this.

Frida turned a shade so pale that it made snow look dark. A God? She was talking to a God. Frida had always been something of an agnostic when it came to questions of God creature things but this.... Nyarlathotep ... She had actually meet a God now?
"Uhm..... You are a... a.... God?"
"Uhm.... for what it is worth I .... I believe in you." Frida realized how silly that sounded almost the moment the words left her lips.
"So... ....you'll help me.... t...t.... to learn how to fight? Uhm... What do you want in r... return? Cause I can pray to you if you want and... Uhm.... I hope you don't want me to go up early on Sundays..." she said hesitantly.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

After getting Richard's answer, because I'm not waiting all day for Night to edit his post, James left and walked to the front desk. "Mind if I use the PA?" He asked the secretary. "What for?" She asked him back, curious. "And you'll have to wait for Aleister to come back..."

"I'm going to be ordering guns for whoever wants them." James informed her. "And giving them training. I just want to announce it to the school so everyone knows. I'm certain Crowley wouldn't mind."

The secretary thought about it for a moment. "Alright, sure, go ahead."

"Thank you." James nodded and smiled, then entered Crowley's office. He got on the PA. "Staff and students of Elfen High, this is James Callahan." He started, doing his best to sound professional. "To those who don't know me, I'm Richard's assistant, but that isn't important right now. For the upcoming invasion of Hell, I am going to be ordering guns for myself and anyone who wants them, as well as training people on how to use them. Anyone interested, meet me in the gymnasium in one hour."

With that done, he left Crowley's office and handed the secretary $10, before making his way to the gym. The very first thing he noticed was his broken rapier, still on the floor. Immediately his heart sank, and his smile faded into a sad frown, then anger. He stomped over to the sword and picked up the pieces. Keeping his anger in check, he went back to his room and laid the sword on his bed. He'd figure out what to do with it later.

He went back to the gymnasium and started setting it up for his impromptu "class".

[AETEN II]

Malal grumbled as he showed up for the 'weapons training', firearms, he hated the blasted mortal weapons. His large, bony index finger rarely was able to fit into the 'trigger guard'- the existence of such a thing puzzled him. It was as if the designers of such weapons wanted to prevent him using them, as if the inventors specifically wanted to piss him off. During World War Two he had finally given up on the trigger guards and simply ripped them off. He still found difficulty using reloading most firearms however, during the war he had simply picked up a gun off a dead German and sprayed it about until the clip was drained. Then he pulled out his sword and resumed the bloodbath. Hopefully the human technology had advanced since then.

Malal entered the gym and glared at James- if the mortal made but the slightest insult upon his 'skill' with firearms...
"A pleasant visit to one of my greatest friends who I am certainly not scheming to make his afterlife most miserable. Indeed dear ally, how are you?" The question towards James was laced with malice and hatred, which he didn't initially have. For Malal knew (and it wasn't too great of a stretch), Nyarla had been playing brainwashing recordings of James-hate she had taped whenever he slept. He certainly wouldn't have put it past that evil mind of her's, but in truth, he didn't care how his hatred of James resulted. It was almost like a trope to hate James in fact. Everybody did.

"Firearms and me do not exactly mix. What weapons do you have that lack a 'finger guard' or whatever the hell it's called, or one that can be easily removed? I'd really prefer an energy weapon anyway. Something I don't have to reload."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Damien looked at Mountainfire, drawing his sword and charging at the bear. He came within range of the bear, but suddenly stopped, and jumped to the side using his right foot to thrust into the ground and force him in the direction he went. He dove, landing on the ground and rolling onto his feet, and then jumped to the left. When he was behind Mountainfire's back, he turned violently and slashed, before landing. He jumped forward again, slashing multiple times.

Damien's sword bounced nearly-harmlessly off of the expertly-produced dwarven armor, leaving behind but a few scuffs, scratches, and a pissed-off bear soldier. Mountainfire growled spitefully at Damien, whipping around and plunging his spears towards the bear's throat. Knowing, however, that Damien would evade the strike, he suddenly broke from course just a few inches from Damien's neck, stabbing to the left.

"Die, ape scum!" he shouted as he did so, "You shall pay for your years of defiling the planet!"

"Hippie!" Lewis retorted.

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 ...

Thor waved a massive arm in the air generally. "Somewhere in Brazil." he rumbled. "Dwarves are everywhere, pesky bastards. Set up shop in a lot of places, then have a quick and easy portal generator so they can run when they have to. Just look in the Amazon-"

"I know where they are." Crowley cut in. "I dealt with them a few centuries ago, maybe five." Thor didn't question why this supposedly under two hundred year old mage was discussing something that happened maybe five centuries before. He just raised his head happily.

"Yes! The All-Mighty Thor shall have his hammer once more!"

"It won't be free." Crowley warned. "You'll have to join us and you'll have to put your army behind us to-"

"I would lead my armies in a suicidal launch against Azazel himself if you get back that hammer!"

Crowley didn't say that was exactly what was going to happen. He just nodded. "Well alright then. To Brazil we should go. Unless anyone has any questions?" he waited for his group to ask about Asgard, dwarves, True Fae, Azazel, whatever.

"A High Echelon of the Bear Council," Mountainfire said, "Really, not a hard concept to grasp. Well, perhaps it is, for your small human minds, but for a bear..."

"I can't be a Bear Echelon!" Lewis protested.

"And why not?" Mountainfire's partner asked in a thick Russian accent.

"I'm not a bear!" Lewis spat.

"Yes, well," Mountainfire began to explain, "you are not, but you are. You see, our treaty with you binds you to our laws in exchange for sacrifices and peace. Thus, legally speaking, you are one of us. When Lord Whitetooh died many years ago at the hands of a hunter, the Echelons looked into the greatest warriors in the Northern American territory and simply could not ignore your record. You are far superior to any of our heroes and, though they did not like it, the Echelons could not ignore the tradition, for that is the singular purpose of their existence, no?"

"Maybe I don't want to be one!" Lewis protested.

"Yeah, well, you think anyone does?" Mountainfire said, "Never give the world to the people who want it. How have you pathetic apes not learned that yet?"

"Fine," Lewis grumbled, "does this mean we can skip the entrance trial?"

"You can," Mountainfire's partner responded, before charging at Minh with his spear. Mountainfire did the same for Damien, while Lewis simply stood and watched, trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

Minh dodged quickly, pulling out his own sword and slicing the spear in half. "You're strong, bear." he said quietly. Then he threw one powerful punch at the bear's face. "But are you as strong as me? A theory is nothing unless you have the facts to back it up."

The bear fell onto his back, his nose shattered. It whimpered weakly, seemingly surrendering.

"I am sorry!" he cried, "The Echelons made us do it! They want to kill Lewis so they can replace him with someone more suited to their agenda. They're planning things - terrible things. They are in league with a horrid daemon known as "Azazel". He has recruited them to his monstrous legions for a strike against Heaven. The Echelons have agreed so long as the Earth is spared, but they will not hesitate, and will, in fact, make sure that it happens, to kill the humans off as well.

It's a trap!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The rat shrugged. "No idea, human. It's possible- we know of a few, I know some snake people are here, as well as insects and a small colony of lost Roman wizards, useless people- but this is a very big area. It makes no sense whatsoever. We gave up on making a real map. We now know there's a map in the vents in a location that doesn't change- some human named Sachin Mankar made it a few years- which has been incredibly useful for us. Nobody notices rats. We're vermin, so we can easily check that map and that's kept us alive here pretty well. But you need to understand something- this place is so large you were able to get lost. It's so large that there's a vibrant ecosystem. It's a virtual continent of it's own. And there are its own politics and culture in different areas. We're not just "giant, evil demon rats". We're a people, a people with our own language, customs, names, families and cultures. And there are several types of people and tribes here. In general, we leave Crowley alone provided he leaves the majority of us alone as well. But now you come in here." the rat said with some amusement. "And now you get us to help you out. Trust me, in most cases we wouldn't have appreciated it. We do it now because we despise Azazel. But if you go looking for more people, I'm not sure what you shall find. And it's possible they won't want to aid you at all, outsider. So take your chances if you wish to build your alliance."
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Minh kept his sword at the bear's neck. "Lewis, what are we going to do then?" he asked. "This is your area of expertise, oh great Geography teacher. Do teach us where we're going or I'll do my job as a biology teacher and teach the bears about his insides. A quite hands on demonstration." He said this rather calmly and easily. This would probably scare the bear more than if he had been screaming it.

[Constaniana]

William immediately felt the surge of warm moist air come upon him as he stepped into the Amazon Jungle. Never thought I'd come here he thought, looking around with an expression like a toddler let loose in a sweets shop. Well, not that excited, because wild Pumas and pooping monkeys kill that vibe a little. "I thought Dwarves preferred caves. Why would they set up a base in a steamy jungle like this instead of a dark, cool cavern?" He asked.

[The Inritus Extraho]

Jade stepped out, frowning. She hadn't managed to even talk about the Norse gods' legendary weapons and smiths. Oh well... possibly Thor - or one of the others - would reward her with a blade for returning the hammer. Either way, she stepped out, the shield around her bulging to a quarter-inch off her skin. She didn't even want to think about the number of contact poisons and stinging bugs spread through this jungle.

[Erinkita]

Ellywick emerged from her own head just in time to notice the portal opening, and dashed through it several seconds after everyone else.
"Here!" she gasped, spinning around to take in the full visual. It was so hot, so humid, so crowded. Life everywhere, piled a foot deep on all sides. How could anyone find anything in a place like this?
"What's Thor's hammer made of?" she asked, taking out her own hammer and searching for an appropriate surface. "I assume there's nothing else nearby made of the same material, so I'll be able to find it. I mean, if it's close. Wet wood isn't much good for resonance. It'll be all slow and gluggy and cluttered up with a billion other things. Won't get much of a radius."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel listened carefully as the scarred rat explained that it's race didn't know how many potential allies- Or enemies- there were in the deeper parts of the school. She guessed she might start out by asking the snake people, the insects and the Roman wizards whether or not they would be willing to fight to protect the place they called home. However, as she continued listening to the scarred rat, she heard of the map that was hidden in the vents, which could help her get around this place, which the rat had described as 'A virtual continent of it's own.'

When the rat finished speaking, Ciel took a moment to understand everything she had just taken in, and then nodded.

"I understand. But Earth will become a second Hell if we can't do something about it, and this is all I can do to help, so I have to take my chances to try to gain more allies." She said. "Thank you very much for saying you will help us, rat." She added afterwards, pronouncing that last word with a great deal of respect. "I only have one last thing to ask of you, and can only hope it isn't too much to ask. Could you take me to this map you speak of?"

[Metanih]

Rayne wandered through the halls, searching for her girlfriend. She had been at their room, seen nothing, and moved on to the cafeteria. Slightly surprised by the lack of catgirl, Rayne moved on to the next logical point. Mainly, the basement, with the rabbits. Sari-chan loved the rabbits quite a bit, and spent some time down there. Rayne didn't exactly know where else to look, and she hardly needed an excuse to go see the rabbits. After all, who wouldn't want to go see hundreds and hundreds of rabbits?

When Rayne got down there, she looked around. The rabbits had piled up so much that Rayne was surprised the ones on the bottom could even breathe. Rayne was about to walk away when she saw a little bit of flesh that was decidedly not rabbit. Slowly moving aside rabbits, she cleared away enough to make out her girlfriend in the pile of rabbits. Rayne couldn't even pretend to be surprised. "Hey there." Rayne said, poking her girlfriend.

[Olthar]

Sari-chan grunted and lazily shooed Rayne's hand away.

"Not now, Mommy," she grumbled in her sleep, "Tell Kimi that I'm not ready yet."

Rolling over to her other side, Sari-chan dragged several rabbits over her as a pseudo-blanket and continued sleeping away, occasionally mumbling incoherently. It would surely take more than a small poke to wake her up.

[Metanih]

"Come on Sari-chan..." Rayne said, moving through the pile to Sari-chan. She pulled away super cute while they futilely protested seperating from Sari-chan.,n which seemed She grabbed her girlfriends shoulders, muttered "Rise and shine!" Before kissing her on the lips. If that didn't work, Rayne didn't know what would.

[Olthar]

Sari-chan mumbled something before unconsciously returning the kiss. After a few moments, she opened her eyes. Registering what was happening, she immediately broke away in shock, tripping over herself and landing on her ass.

"Wha...I...Huh...Wait..." she stumbled out before blinking a few times and looking closer at the person in front of her, "Oh, it's only you Raye-Raye-chan!"

Hopping up, she enveloped Rayne in a big hug and gave her another kiss, this time with actual passion behind it. Slowly breaking away, she smiled and looked Rayne deep in the eyes.

"Is there something you wanted, sweetie?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The rat nodded. "Alright, we'll aid you in that matter. However, it's also wise for you to come up to the students and staff areas now largely so you can help integrate us into your little army. Also, you should get more people with you to explore the school. The behemoth is dead, but the ecosystem is dangerous enough to easily have you join it in the afterlife. And it'll be best for others to also function as diplomats down here, or fighters." The rat extended one hand for a shake, a very human gesture. "My name is Randan, human. I hope we can work together."
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Crowley turned to William, or Edward, or whatever the hell his name was. "Why would they? This is the Amazon, one of the most rich places in the world when it comes to the topic of natural resources. Easy stuff, protected from most developers, the dwarfs can just do their thing. And Elly, I have no idea what that hammer is made out of. I don't question it. Trying to find those details just gives me a headache." He said, looking around the rainforest. He nodded. "Follow me." he barked, walking forward briskly.

[Metanih]

"I wanted to see you." Rayne said, after the kiss. The second kiss, at least. Rayne felt like it had been quite soem time since they had been able to simply talk. "Why are you down..." Rayne stopped herself. It was fairly obvious why someone would come down here, given how Rayne had found Sari-chan. "How have you been doing?" Rayne changed her question, aiming for a more conversational topic.

[Olthar]

"I'm doing fine," Sari-chan answered before hesitating a bit, "Well, I suppose I would be doing better if I didn't have to prepare an entire army of rabbits for war."

She laughed nervously while scratching the back of her head and looking over at the sleeping rabbits.

"Anyways, I should probably get back to that..." she said before pausing, "Although...hang on just a moment, alright?"

Turning around, Sari-chan pulled out her bullhorn and yelled into it.

"Time to wake up! There's more practice to be done!" she blared throughout the entire room.

The rabbits slowly awoke from their all-too-brief slumber. Heading over to one of the rabbits, the catgirl picked him up.

"Alright, Apple-chan, I need you to start the army on the routine I taught you last night. Get their muscles moving and warmed up for more training. I'll be back in a bit."

She gave the rabbit a kiss on the forehead and set him back down. While Apple-chan squeaked away at the other rabbits, Sari-chan ran back over to Rayne.

"Alright, so where were we?"