Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[The Nuclear Fist]

The Hound of Azathoth spun on his heel to face the taller Malal, inclining his head so that he stared directly into the Asgardian's eyes. "I would appreciate it if you told me where I can find Nyarlathotep." He said, gently brushing Malal's hand from his shoulder. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and waited for and answer, his black, emotionless eyes looking over the specimen in front of him, analyzing him. The Hound highly doubted this creature was actually going to help, indeed it was relatively certain it would do its best to hinder the Hound's hunt for Nyarla. But that was to be expected with their kind, those born of Asgardian blood. Always born of fire and pride, without the ability to stop and think of one's actions.

[Erinkita]

Ellywick cuddled up to the dwarf who carried her, feeling very pleased with herself. This was a big step towards making up for the sixty students her stupidity had gotten dragged down to hell. Not that she was anywhere close, of course, but a step had been made. And with the information she'd gotten from Thor, or rather what she planned to do with that information, she could more than make up for her mistakes. Everything would change once she was done. Everything.

The scar across Ellywick's head itched as she manipulated her own brain matter. The procedures SAM had performed had made her capable of a lot of cognitive feats. Isolating and wiping specific memories was a simple, if painful, trick. She occupied herself with examining the brain scanner while she erased everything she had taken from the dwarfs' hard drives. Hang on... this is just a scanner, right? It had looked like one, but the telepathic signals were all wrong...

The bottom dropped off the gnome's stomach. The dwarfs aren't leaving it up to chance. She tried to pull her head out of the pod, but the dwarf's arms might as well have been iron. Her jaw was pressed down hard against the plastic base, leaving her capabe of nothing more than distressed squeaks, no different than the pained sounds she had already been making...
What happened after we left Asgard? she asked herself. Wait... after we left where? Where did we go? She had learned something. Something important. Something that would change... Wait! Stop! I need those! Before Elfen High, it was just...

Ellywick's legs gave way under her as the dwarf released her. She scrambled back to her feet, edging away from the unfamiliar figures. Where am I? Her eyes darted around the complex. Tech, Advanced tech, with a heady dose of magic in it too. This wasn't SAM's work. This was dwarf crastmanship. The magitech blend made that obvious. But how did she get here? There had been that gap in SAM's security, she had run for it... and then here.

"There. Removed the memories of the base and then some. Now take your hammer and go."
Ellywick's hammer was in the front pocket of her overalls. My overalls? I've never seen these before. He had removed the memories, he said. Had she been recaptured? Did these dwarfs work for SAM? Was it their job to erase any memories of her escape? But then why did they tell her to go? And who were those humans--humanoids--back there?
Ellywick took her hammer in her hand, grateful that she was at least allowed to keep it.
"Go where?" she asked, her voice cracking "F-from where?"

[AETEN II]

The Hound of Azathoth spun on his heel to face the taller Malal, inclining his head so that he stared directly into the Asgardian's eyes. "I would appreciate it if you told me where I can find Nyarlathotep." He said, gently brushing Malal's hand from his shoulder. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and waited for and answer, his black, emotionless eyes looking over the specimen in front of him, analyzing him. The Hound highly doubted this creature was actually going to help, indeed it was relatively certain it would do its best to hinder the Hound's hunt for Nyarla. But that was to be expected with their kind, those born of Asgardian blood. Always born of fire and pride, without the ability to stop and think of one's actions.

"Certainly, the wench is this way." Malal said as he grabbed the creature by the left arm and virtually dragged it across the floor in a quickened pace. Upon reaching his classroom, Malal quickly opened the door and threw the Shard in, then made a gesture to his minions before slamming the door shut and locking it. The demigod then quickly bolted off to Nyarla's office, skidding into walls whenever he tried to round corners.

Meanwhile, the soulless undead in Malal's classroom began to rise from their normal positions as decorations, grabbing anything that could be remotely considered a weapon. Yes, they would be defeated. But they'd certainly buy time, and maybe, just maybe, they might leave a small scratch somewhere. It was the best they could hope for. All the poor husks new was that their Lord had given an order, and they would do their best to execute it.

[Rupudska]

James instinctively jumped backwards in an attempt to avoid the lightning ball. Of course, that wasn't going to work. If anyone managed to get a look at his face, they would see him rolling his eyes. "Oh Christ, not again..." He moaned, right before the ball of lightning slammed into his chest, sending him flying backwards down the hallway, through the cafeteria, past the counselor's offices, past Crowley's office, and out the front doors, before bouncing off a tree and into the garage, going head-first through the back window of Yuzuki's Javelin before finally being stopped by the seats and dashboard, all the while screaming "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU."

Yuzuki very calmly got up, cleaned up the shattered glass, opened the door (The interior was undamaged), pulled James out, and kicked him in the crotch.

"Next time you want to break a car window, break your own." She proceeds to take a few tools and slides under his car. Next, she did something subtle, but no less dangerous: She loosened several nuts on his suspension and on the inner hubs. If he were to drive as hard as she was planning on driving her Javelin, the wheels would fall off. And considering how James had the self-preservation of a kamikaze pilot, that was entirely likely.

"Now go into the backroom and get a new rear window. There should be three of them in a big, flat box with 'AMC windows' on it."

[Seshephe]

James was about to start his class, not waiting for anyone else to arrive, when he heard the breaking of walls and Maria's screaming. Immediately he bolted out the door and dashed to the girl's bathroom, unfortunately forgetting to reload his revolver. As he neared the restrooms, he spotted a man clad in black in front of a broken wall. "YOU!" He yelled at the intruder, coming to a stop. "Who the fuck are you, and why are you here?"

Frida was just about to answer James when she heard Maria screaming. Rather than simply disappear at once she decided to leave an illusion of herself standing in the place where she had previously been standing and teleported out of the room. Heart beating fast she started running towards the sound but had to quickly teleport out of the way as some sort of thing came crashing through a wall not too far away. The illusion had probably already faded as Frida was unable to concentrate but she didn't much care. The only thing that she could think about was finding Maria.
This proved to be a little easier than she had first imagined as she quickly realised that the most likely cause of Marias predicament would be the beast that she had encountered earlier, and since that beast had left a pretty clear track to follow Frida came upon the women's restroom pretty fast. There she found Maria in a rather sorry predicament.
Without thinking much she run up to Maria called out.
"Maria! Are you ok?"
However, Maria remained unresponsive. Starting to panic slightly, Frida examined her quickly. She didn't seem to have any serious injuries though so Frida gave out a sigh of relief. Picking Maria up in her arms she quickly began making her way towards the infirmary, cautious of anything dangerous.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Good, so the wipe did take." the dwarf said in a pleased manner. Crowley walked over and took the hammer. "Pleasure doing business with you." The dwarf grunted in annoyance. Then since I'm not descriptive right now, Crowley used a hand and opened a plot portal into Asgard, rushing everyone through. They arrived where they had left from, the Vahalla bar with a mopey Thor.

"Found your hammer." Crowley said briefly, holding it up.

"My glorious hammer!" Thor yelled in pleasure, reaching out for it. Of course, Crowley kept it out of reach.

"Nope. Not yet. First, you need to say yes to the deal."

Thor frowned. "What deal?" He was suffering from post-hangover exhaustion, a common thing.

"Go into Hell, help us fight Azazel head on."

"...What the fuck. How drunk was I?"

"Very. But now you made a deal."

Though clearly rather unhappy and considering rehab, Thor took his hammer and nodded. "I will join your forces."

[The Nuclear Fist]

"Certainly, the wench is this way." Malal said as he grabbed the creature by the left arm and virtually dragged it across the floor in a quickened pace. Upon reaching his classroom, Malal quickly opened the door and threw the Shard in, then made a gesture to his minions before slamming the door shut and locking it. The demigod then quickly bolted off to Nyarla's office, skidding into walls whenever he tried to round corners.

Meanwhile, the soulless undead in Malal's classroom began to rise from their normal positions as decorations, grabbing anything that could be remotely considered a weapon. Yes, they would be defeated. But they'd certainly buy time, and maybe, just maybe, they might leave a small scratch somewhere. It was the best they could hope for. All the poor husks new was that their Lord had given an order, and they would do their best to execute it.

The Hound of Azathoth was prepared for what he saw as the door locked behind him. In total, twenty-five undead rose to attack him, all of them armed with crude instruments in what they were soon to find was a futile attempt to either defeat him or, far more likely, slow him down. His left hand, a cruel imitation of a bird's foot, with its long, scaly, hook-like fingers tipped with talons, whistled as it cut through the air. His right hand's fingers began to multiply, until his hand was a mess of fingers. They elongated considerably, turning black and oozing. They coiled and writhed, until his right hand was little more than a writhing nest of black tendrils. As Malal's minion's shambled towards the Hound, their arms outstretched and preparing to lunge at him, he sprang into action. The tendrils shot forth, impaling ten of them through the hearts and eyes. The tendrils split and burst outwards, raining their. . . remains onto the others. The undead closest to him lunged, only to strike the floor, as the space in which their target had been was now filled with only empty air. They turned around, seeing the Hound bathed in the sun's rays from the window, staring at them.

"I am the hammer of the Daemon Sultan, I shall not be stopped by you." He said, only to have the amazingly smug and eloquent speech he had prepared when he felt a blade penetrate his back. He had failed to kill one of the undead, only severely wound it. Now the thing had jumped upon his back, stabbing into him. Sighing to himself, the Hound clapped his mutated hands together, and his body began to glow a bright orange. Energy formed around him, incinerating the undead upon his back. The energy became a blazing orb, not different from a miniaturized star. It glowed brighter and burned hotter as its colours changed, eventually reaching those of a dead star. Moments later, the star erupted outwards in a blindingly bright, powerful, miniaturized supernova. The remaining undead were instantly obliterated, the four walls around him being utterly demolished. The ceiling's remains fell around them, and the floor collapsed into the basement. As the entirety of the star disappeared, the Hound stepped out of what remained of the classroom, now little more than rubble concealed by smoke and a raging inferno. The Eldritch hunter found himself in the school's cafeteria.

"Are those. . . cookies?" He said aloud, lifting his nose to the air and smelling freshly baked cookies, despite the strong stench of fire and smoke from the aforementioned inferno.

[The Inritus Extraho]

"Good, so the wipe did take." the dwarf said in a pleased manner. Crowley walked over and took the hammer. "Pleasure doing business with you." The dwarf grunted in annoyance. Then since I'm not descriptive right now, Crowley used a hand and opened a plot portal into Asgard, rushing everyone through. They arrived where they had left from, the Vahalla bar with a mopey Thor.

"Found your hammer." Crowley said briefly, holding it up.

"My glorious hammer!" Thor yelled in pleasure, reaching out for it. Of course, Crowley kept it out of reach.

"Nope. Not yet. First, you need to say yes to the deal."

Thor frowned. "What deal?" He was suffering from post-hangover exhaustion, a common thing.

"Go into Hell, help us fight Azazel head on."

"...What the fuck. How drunk was I?"

"Very. But now you made a deal."

Though clearly rather unhappy and considering rehab, Thor took his hammer and nodded. "I will join your forces."

Jade smiled. "Good. Can we go save the students now?" she asked Crowley under her breath, so that the Norse god wouldn't hear. She wanted to go save them - frankly, actually, she didn't, but she was a teacher, so she felt duty-bound.

[Ameriganastan]

"You bet those are cookies."

Laz peeked out from behind the counter, gleefully oblivious as to who or what exactly was standing there.

"How's it going...new kid? Damn, what the hell are you supposed to be anyway? You look kinda...ugh. Oh well, you may be ugly as shit, but I'm no prize either."

He walked right up to the hound, and held out a tray.

"Cookie?"

[Olthar]

Holding a tray in her hand, Sari-chan looked up as the wall was smashed in, and some sort of bizarre deformity that was once a man stepped through. She smiled, oblivious to anything that was happening. She assumed that he was merely a visitor on a tour through the school.

"Yup! Fresh baked! You can have some if you want!" she giggled.

Skipping over to the abomination, Sari-chan held up a tray of what appeared to be bright orange lumps of clay shaking and vibrating of their own accord. A couple of them even had rudimentary noses, ears, and/or mouths.

"Careful, though, they're still hot!"

[Ameriganastan]

Holding a tray in her hand, Sari-chan looked up as the wall was smashed in, and some sort of bizarre deformity that was once a man stepped through. She smiled, oblivious to anything that was happening. She assumed that he was merely a visitor on a tour through the school.

"Yup! Fresh baked! You can have some if you want!" she giggled.

Skipping over to the abomination, Sari-chan held up a tray of what appeared to be bright orange lumps of clay shaking and vibrating of their own accord. A couple of them even had rudimentary noses, ears, and/or mouths.

"Careful, though, they're still hot!"

"Shove off, furball. I got here first. Besides, unless this guy is some unknowable horror from beyond, those things would probably kill him. Hell, they'd probably kill me. And I can eat just about anything...uh...you're not some unknowable horror from beyond, are you? I mean, I just wanna be sure. You never know what's gonna come to this insane asylum next."

[The Nuclear Fist]

"Oh, I'm not a student, dear. Just visiting. And yes, I would love a cookie." Said the Hound of Azathoth to Laz, smiling politely, impaling a cookie with one of his talons and placing it in his mouth, grinding it to a paste with his rows of gnashing teeth before swallowing. His eyes twinkled as he savoured the taste, not quite deciding if the taste was closer to bricks or cinder blocks, or perhaps in that vague realm in which it tasted like a bit of both. In any case, it was crunchy. Which was odd, considering it was still very warm and was therefor meant to be chewy. But that was Earth for you, always full of surprises. At hearing Laz ask if he was some sort of unknowable horror, the Hound chuckled, the sound hoarse and raspy.

"I am the Hound of Azathoth, splinter of the Seething Nuclear Chaos's infinite power." He stated, his voice still cheerful and positive. Whilst he waited for an answer, he turned his head to face the cat-like girl, holding a tray of cookies, She was oddly cheery, but that was to be expected from her race. He was very happy that she offered him some of her cookies, which seemed to be closer to clay bricks mixed with bits and pieces of human flesh. Several of his tendrils impaled a few of the cookies, his jaw unhinging and mouth stretching wide as he placed them all in his maw, chewing them. "Thank you, miss," he began, "I am hear to fetch and dispatch the being known as 'Nyarlathotep'. You would not happened to have seen here, and an undead Asgardian I imagine is her companion, have you?" He asked, hoping that either one of them would have information that would make the task at hand a bit less of a headache for him.

[Olthar]

"Well, I don't know what 'dispatch' means, but yeah, I know where she is," Sari-chan responded, "If you leave the cafeteria through that door and turn right at the first intersection, then you'll eventually reach the office area. Turn left, and continue on, and you'll get to the counselors' offices. She's in the left office. At least, those are usually the directions. The school sometimes switches things up, but she should be roughly around there. Anyways, good luck!"

Sari-chan gave the Hound a hug before returning to the kitchen. She had many more cookies left to bake. There were a lot of rabbits.

[Ameriganastan]

"Well, I don't know what 'dispatch' means, but yeah, I know where she is," Sari-chan responded, "If you leave the cafeteria through that door and turn right at the first intersection, then you'll eventually reach the office area. Turn left, and continue on, and you'll get to the counselors' offices. She's in the left office. At least, those are usually the directions. The school sometimes switches things up, but she should be roughly around there. Anyways, good luck!"

Sari-chan gave the Hound a hug before returning to the kitchen. She had many more cookies left to bake. There were a lot of rabbits.

"Yeah, what she said. Do me a favor. When you kill her, tell her The Great and Mighty Lazrian always thought she was an insufferable bitch. I'd have told her myself, but she weirds me out. Her, and that Malal guy. Anyway, have fun."

He turned and followed Sari back to the kitchen.

"He totally liked mine better...

[AETEN II]

Malal rounded the final corner and smacked into the wall at its edge as he attempted to reach Nyarla as fast as he possibly could. Now standing in front of the door to her office, Malal decided to forgo knocking politely and instead charged forward and smashed the door off its hinges. The demigod then stood up from his stooped position and dusted off the shoulder that had caused the destruction before he turned to the Outer God.
"A Shard is HERE. IN THE SCHOOL. I wouldn't mind meeting your relatives someday, but I don't like the intentions of this one. Unless you are even more powerful than you have led me to believe, I suggest that we flee. I doubt that it would dare to cross into Olympus or Asgard." Malal stated as he pulled out his sword and turned to face the entrance of the office, he knew the blade wouldn't kill the creature, but it might wound it. Asgardian metal ought have some obscure magical property that would inflict some minimal damage. He then looked worryingly back at Nyarla, still keeping one of his odd eyes on the doorway.
"How strong exactly is a Hound?" Malal asked Nyarla as he poked his head out the door-frame and quickly pulled it back upon seeing that the coast was clear, for now.

[The Nuclear Fist]

"Thank you, dear." Said the Hound, smiling and tipping his hat to Sari. Wiping his mouth, he began thinking of the directions she had given to him. They were surprisingly accurate, and he would soon find himself upon the location of Nyarlathotep and Malal. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Laz's comment about Nyarla being an insufferable bitch. Now, he certainly didn't like Nyarla. No, of course not. She was, after all, a wayward child. But she was a child of Azathoth, and that made her the superior of all in the school, save perhaps himself. Feeling as if he himself had been slighted, the Hound darted in front of Laz's path at lightning speed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He wagged a talon-tipped finger at the demon, his face stern.

"Do not speak of Nyarlathotep in such a way, worm. She is birthed of Azathoth's blood, and thus is superior to all your infantile race could ever hope to be." Snarling, he spat at Laz's feet before darting off, the air pierced with the crack of the crack of his body breaking through the sound barrier. He dashed gracefully through the corridors, the hunger for her blood boiling over in his heart as he neared her. He whirled around the bend, and spotted the office. More importantly, the hulking frame of Malal was now within his sight. Stopping without the slightest utterance of a sound in the shadows of the corridor, he prepared to attack, simply waiting for the right moment. Soon enough, that moment would come, and he would destroy the wayward god, and her little helper, too.

Malal rounded the final corner and smacked into the wall at its edge as he attempted to reach Nyarla as fast as he possibly could. Now standing in front of the door to her office, Malal decided to forgo knocking politely and instead charged forward and smashed the door off its hinges. The demigod then stood up from his stooped position and dusted off the shoulder that had caused the destruction before he turned to the Outer God.
"A Shard is HERE. IN THE SCHOOL. I wouldn't mind meeting your relatives someday, but I don't like the intentions of this one. Unless you are even more powerful than you have led me to believe, I suggest that we flee. I doubt that it would dare to cross into Olympus or Asgard." Malal stated as he pulled out his sword and turned to face the entrance of the office, he knew the blade wouldn't kill the creature, but it might wound it. Asgardian metal ought have some obscure magical property that would inflict some minimal damage. He then looked worryingly back at Nyarla, still keeping one of his odd eyes on the doorway.
"How strong exactly is a Hound?" Malal asked Nyarla as he poked his head out the door-frame and quickly pulled it back upon seeing that the coast was clear, for now.

Nyarla simply stared at Malal, startled and confused. "What, a Hound is here?" She yelled, standing up and dusting herself off. Her eyes darted about. Immediately, she whipped around her desk and headed towards the doorway, only stopping to close her eyes and focus herself, hoping to sense the presence of the Hound of Azathoth. But alas, it was to no avail. She sighed, knowing that a creature with its magnitude of power would simply cloak its presence, keeping her from being able to detect it. When Malal mentioned fleeing to Asgard, Nyarla nodded, jogging back to her desk and removing a few personal items. Just as she exited the office, Malal asked her how powerful a Hound of Azathoth was. Turning to him, her face almost incredulous, she spoke, her voice hushed and rapid, like someone under an intense amount of unexpected stress.

"A Hound of Azathoth is the personal hunter of the Great Old Ones. It is a very small shard of Azathoth's form given shape and form by Shub-Niggurath and given a mind by Yog-Sothoth. They exist only to subdue wayward deities in our pantheon. Because of that, they're ten times as powerful as you or I. They usually don't get unleashed unless the Great Old Ones are alarmed by something." She explained, taking a breath from having spoken so fast. Just as she was about to continue telling Malal of the intricacies of the Hounds of Azathoth, and perhaps a bit of history, she heard a great gust of wind, followed by what felt like talons wrapped around her neck. The next thing she knew, she had been thrown into the wall at the end of the corridor, breaking it down and causing a pile of rubble to fall upon her. The Hound had attacked, and with Nyarla temporarily taken out of the picture (for a very limited time), he turned to face Malal.

"I did not appreciate your little trap." He said, raising his hand that was just a nest of writhing tendrils. They shot out, splintering and branching out into hundreds of thin, needle-like tendrils, aimed at piercing his heart, eyes, stomach, knees, hands, and throat. Raising his talon hand, arcs of crackling energy struck the corridor's walls, rapidly exploding them into shards of diamond, which proceeded to hurl themselves in waves at Malal.

[AETEN II]

Malal snarled as the diamond shards smashed into him and shattered, sending wayward chips flying about the room. They chipped and dug into his body, but most were destroyed upon impacting his exoskeleton. Those that hit the slightly softer areas of his body however, hurt. They dug through the hard, stretchy material around his exoskeleton and the tips punctured his flesh. Distracted by the pain, Malal looked down and brushed the front of his torn robe with his right hand- causing shards and dust of diamonds to rain down on the floor.
He forgot about those incoming tendrils.
The pointed appendages smashed into Malal, those directed at his chest and limbs were deflected however, only succeeding in further chipping his 'armor'. Those directed at his eyes found the interesting lack of the organ in the sockets. The wiggled about the empty sockets in frustration before being chopped away by the longsword in blinded fury. In this chopping movement with his sword, Malal foolishly left his neck exposed. The tendril smashed into it and was deflected, but succeeded in slicing a cut in the left side. The demigod quickly backed up and tripped over a partially destroyed chair, sending him tumbling down beside Nyarla. Malal's left had shook as it went to hold the wound in his neck, from which a black liquid was spurting.
"I-i-diot. You c-c-n't kill wh-at isn't alive." Malal stuttered as he hauled himself off the ground, gripping the wound in his neck with his left hand and his sword in the right.

[The Nuclear Fist]

"I-i-diot. You c-c-n't kill wh-at isn't alive." Malal stuttered as he hauled himself off the ground, gripping the wound in his neck with his left hand and his sword in the right.

"Oh, but I can." Said the Hound, raising his hands into the air. Individual balls of lightning formed at the end of ever talon and tendril, swelling until they were the size of a football. The cracking energy caused the lights in the corridor to explode from over saturation, making only the balls of energy the only source of light. He was now but a spectre in the darkness, his presence only known by the illumination he himself created. Tendrils split apart and formed additional balls of energy, tearing into the walls and ceiling and floor. There were now hundreds of them. Arching the tentacles, the Hound screeched and threw them forward. The orbs of lightning exploded forward into waves of bolts, each wave so thick you could literally not see the space between the individual bolts.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

As she walked through the hallways, headed towards the offices, Ciel, who was blissfully unaware of the Eldritch battles being held elsewhere in the massive Eldritch building of a school, stopped in her tracks. Her nose caught a sweet scent, and this made her realize that she hadn't really eaten anything since the morning of the previous day. Her stomach grumbled, and she slowly walked began walking through the hallways once again, following the scent -Cookies, if she wasn't mistaken- this time.

Eventually, the smell of cookies led Ciel to the cafeteria. She opened the doors only to find that there was a mess, but she didn't particularly mind. She looked at Laz and Sari-chan, and then at her stomach, which grumbled yet again. She then looked back up at them, with pleading eyes.

[Ameriganastan]

As she walked through the hallways, headed towards the offices, Ciel, who was blissfully unaware of the Eldritch battles being held elsewhere in the massive Eldritch building of a school, stopped in her tracks. Her nose caught a sweet scent, and this made her realize that she hadn't really eaten anything since the morning of the previous day. Her stomach grumbled, and she slowly walked began walking through the hallways once again, following the scent -Cookies, if she wasn't mistaken- this time.

Eventually, the smell of cookies led Ciel to the cafeteria. She opened the doors only to find that there was a mess, but she didn't particularly mind. She looked at Laz and Sari-chan, and then at her stomach, which grumbled yet again. She then looked back up at them, with pleading eyes.

"Damn, I'm just drawing them in today."

Laz tossed her a few cookies, and leaned against the wall.

"First the creepy new kids who wants to kill Nyarla, and now you. I'm just good like that."

[Constaniana]

"Back to Elfen High," William calmly answered, noticing the gnome's clear distress. He glared at the Dwarves, his green eyes narrowing in a cold stare. beneath his calm outer appearance his blood was starting to bubble and boil. Maybe it was the fact that his Asgardian blood was making him naturally dislike dwarves and being irritated with everything they did in general, or perhaps the sheer cruel spite of what they had done to the poor gnome, although it was likely both of them. In any case, he wasn't in that good of a mood from the moment he neared the dwarves, and they were really asking for it with what they just did. Go on, kick their greedy little midget arses a gruff Norse voice in his head thought, but Crowley finished the deal and they left before he lost his temper and starting blowing them up.

Back in Asgard, William stayed quiet as Crowley handed back Mjolnir to Thor. "Ms. Gates has a point, since we've got Thor's help guaranteed now we should attack as soon as we can. Leaving those sixty students down there any longer than they have to be isn't a good idea, I don't like thinking about what awful things Azazel could be doing to them..." William said, keeping his voice low like Jade had done.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel heard Lazrian say something, before tossing her a few cookies. She dexterously caught them and began eating them hurriedly. After eating a few of the cookies Laz gave her, she looked at him. "Thanks. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's breakfast." She said, justifying herself. She then ate once again, more calmly this time, while also thinking about what the rats were doing still in the basement. Sari-chan probably gave them something to do.

"These are delicious, by the way." She said afterwards, and continued eating.

[Ameriganastan]

Ciel heard Lazrian say something, before tossing her a few cookies. She dexterously caught them and began eating them hurriedly. After eating a few of the cookies Laz gave her, she looked at him. "Thanks. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's breakfast." She said, justifying herself. She then ate once again, more calmly this time, while also thinking about what the rats were doing still in the basement. Sari-chan probably gave them something to do.

"These are delicious, by the way." She said afterwards, and continued eating.

"Of course they're delicious. They were made by me."

He dumped the rest on a plate, leaving them for anyone who came by.

"I'm telling ya, I wish I'd have discovered this cooking thing centuries ago. Would have saved me my stint in the army, and I'd still have all 4 of my kidneys, and both my livers. Once this shit is done with, I'm gonna open my own restaurant. Kick back to a life of feeding the hungry, and leave the slaughter game to the young."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"I would go to your restaurant." Ciel commented as she finished the last of the cookies Lazrian had tossed at her and walked over to the plate with the rest of them, eating some more. Her hunger finally stopped bothering her, and she let out a sigh of relief, making a mental note to never wander around the school without a lunchbox. She didn't know where exactly she could get one of those, though.

"Anyway, thanks for that. I really needed it." She said to Laz, before a thought struck her. She paused for a moment before speaking again. "By the way... Would you like to help me recruit for the war? I can explain more in-depth if you'd like."

[Ameriganastan]

"I would go to your restaurant." Ciel commented as she finished the last of the cookies Lazrian had tossed at her and walked over to the plate with the rest of them, eating some more. Her hunger finally stopped bothering her, and she let out a sigh of relief, making a mental note to never wander around the school without a lunchbox. She didn't know where exactly she could get one of those, though.

"Anyway, thanks for that. I really needed it." She said to Laz, before a thought struck her. She paused for a moment before speaking again. "By the way... Would you like to help me recruit for the war? I can explain more in-depth if you'd like."

He raised a curious eyebrow, and set his apron aside.

"I don't really see why I'd help recruit. Not like I'm going to Hell with them. I'm just sitting back here as extra, handsome, and extremely awesome security. Besides, Crowley and his little motley crew are recruiting those smug Asgardians to help. Unless you can find something better than them, it seems rather pointless."