Elfen High 2 (OOC 3, Closed)

[Nude East Ireland]

Even with the new levels, Faemien could easily kill James. Two of them will be more trouble, but he's still immensely powerful.

I'm not saying that I favor Faemien, but... well, that is what I'm saying.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Even with the new levels, Faemien could easily kill James. Two of them will be more trouble, but he's still immensely powerful.

I'm not saying that I favor Faemien, but... well, that is what I'm saying.

Nah, they seem to tie, especially since DH can still use fire.

[Nude East Ireland]

Even with the new levels, Faemien could easily kill James. Two of them will be more trouble, but he's still immensely powerful.

I'm not saying that I favor Faemien, but... well, that is what I'm saying.

Nah, they seem to tie, especially since DH can still use fire.

That's true.

This'll be fun.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Killing kittens is terrible.

Damien. Must. DIE.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Killing kittens is terrible.

Damien. Must. DIE.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

'Twas a quiet night in December, not a sound in the air. The trees did no move, nor any creature. In the walls of a school celebration still echoed, but everyone slept, even the bunnies and rats.

Save for one man, alone in his room, with only one candle to burn. He stared at the wick, alight with playful flame, his eyes empty with longing for better days long ago.

My poetry sucks, but fuck you all, I'm typing it this way, so go suck a wrinkled dick.

The young man sighed, turning his face from the flame, viewing the small tree he had in his lair. It's bottom was empty, no presents for him. A common sight, really, but one that hurt just the same. No family to speak of, no friends to share a laugh.

As his eyes shone with tears he turned back to the candle. Time lost all meaning as the fire burned, memory after memory reflecting from its glow. As it burned down to the bottom, one last thought appeared. The memory of soft lips, of friendship, of love. A gateway to then appeared from the flame, an escape to a past before the cowardice and shame.

But before he could reach it, before he could run, the candle flickered out, and the portal disappeared. Now again was darkness, defeating the light. The young man sighed louder, and closed his eyes for the night...

[Nightkill the Emperor]

'Twas a quiet night in December, not a sound in the air. The trees did no move, nor any creature. In the walls of a school celebration still echoed, but everyone slept, even the bunnies and rats.

Save for one man, alone in his room, with only one candle to burn. He stared at the wick, alight with playful flame, his eyes empty with longing for better days long ago.

My poetry sucks, but fuck you all, I'm typing it this way, so go suck a wrinkled dick.

The young man sighed, turning his face from the flame, viewing the small tree he had in his lair. It's bottom was empty, no presents for him. A common sight, really, but one that hurt just the same. No family to speak of, no friends to share a laugh.

As his eyes shone with tears he turned back to the candle. Time lost all meaning as the fire burned, memory after memory reflecting from its glow. As it burned down to the bottom, one last thought appeared. The memory of soft lips, of friendship, of love. A gateway to then appeared from the flame, an escape to a past before the cowardice and shame.

But before he could reach it, before he could run, the candle flickered out, and the portal disappeared. Now again was darkness, defeating the light. The young man sighed louder, and closed his eyes for the night...

Not bad. *thumbs up*

[Ranbo]

I'd do a one shot, but considering that I only joined..two days ago(was it?), I'd end up either bungling up characters I'd have stolen from the rest of you, or having it have no relation to here(which defeats the purpose).

[Nationstatelandsville]

"These giants think they can hold me in a cage. Just wait and see. I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAAAAAAAAAAADS!"

Then Arjun goes Super Saiyan.

I was trying to use my inhaler when reading the OOC.

Bad idea.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

I'd do a one shot, but considering that I only joined..two days ago(was it?), I'd end up either bungling up characters I'd have stolen from the rest of you, or having it have no relation to here(which defeats the purpose).

You could show us Kane in action in advance. .

Just saying.

[Ende]

I'd do a one-shot, but my characters are the worst for one-shots.

No, shut up, I'm not lazy.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'd do a one-shot, but my characters are the worst for one-shots.

No, shut up, I'm not lazy.

Pierre mugging Santa, because he sucks like that?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I will admit that is more or less the music that plays in my head whenever you guys get in a fight.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

I will admit that is more or less the music that plays in my head whenever you guys get in a fight.

"Richard, I choose you!"

"King Arthur, go!"

[Nude East Ireland]

I'd do a one-shot, but my characters are the worst for one-shots.

No, shut up, I'm not lazy.

Pierre mugging Santa, because he sucks like that?

"Put your hands up!"

"Ho ho ho, motherfucker."

*BAM, Pierre gets shot*

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Perform some excretion"?

Angels are weird.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'd do a one-shot, but my characters are the worst for one-shots.

No, shut up, I'm not lazy.

If I get time, I'll do one with Anti-Crowley and Anti-Pierre or Ivy and Calliel.

[Astrolinium]

Eric was alone. It was dark and it was cold. He had no idea where he was - moments ago he had been contemplating the morality of having sexual relations with a student, now that he was a teacher and Damien - one of the only two people in the world to ever have sex with Eric - was still in school. Then he had disappeared and woken up here, where it was cold and dark. He thought, just before he'd found himself here, that he'd seen a stone statue out of the corner of his eye. It might have been of an angel, but he really didn't know. He supposed there wasn't really any good way to tell anymore. As was stated, he was now alone in some dark, cold room. To make matters worse, he was naked. This brought back painful memories of that day when he had quite literally been summoned to Crowley's office.

Eric stood up and slowly walked forward, his hands in front of him. He shuffled along, not wanting to stub his toe on anything, until he hit a wall. He fumbled his way along it for what felt like hours. This was very clearly not a small room. The floor and walls were metallic, and there were all sorts of boxes he found himself having to step over and around. Most were sturdy enough to step over, even though they appeared to be made of cardboard. He very nearly fell several times, and once or twice a box did collapse under his weight, which was not considerable.

Soon enough, he found a light switched. He played around with it until it flipped into the on position and screwed his eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of light. After a few minutes, he managed to get his eyes open and adjusted, and he turned around to discover where he was.

He was in the largest room he had ever seen. Icicles hung from the ceiling, and he counted his blessings when he saw the floor. He had been wandering about on a catwalk of sorts that ringed the center of the room, which was open space looking down on the room's floor nearly a hundred feet below. If he had wandered the other way, he'd be dead right now for the second time in his young life. Third if you counted the time he'd been clinically dead, but he tended not to count that time. The catwalk and those like it above and below were mostly covered with wrapped boxes of all sorts, shapes, and sizes. His jaw fell slack in amazement.

Suddenly, the door opened. The door was now behind Eric, and he turned with a fright. Eric was reminded of his nudity by the look of surprise on the man's face. The look quickly turned to one of quiet amusement, although Eric could've read the eyes wrong, he supposed.

The man was taller than Eric and he had pointed ears. His hair was platinum blond, and he was wearing the most ridiculous red and green costume in the world. It was downright hideous to look at. The man had silver sparkles on his cheeks.

Eric quickly moved his hands to cover himself, and the man laughed openly. Confused, Eric asked, "What?"

The man said, "You're circumcised. I've never seen someone who was circumcised before."

Eric blinked. "And you see many uncircumcised penises around here, do you?"

The man frowned and said, "No, not really. Mostly my own. But elves usually don't get circumcised."

"Elves?"

"Yes, elves. You're at the North Pole."

Eric blinked. Fuck. "I'm Jewish."

The elf laughed again. His laugh was a tinkling tintinnabulation of joy. He said, "That's okay, I'm a Wiccan."

"What," Eric said flatly.

"Really, I am. Wiccans have the best sex."

"What," Eric repeated, just as flatly.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Eric frowned, looking alarmed. "Um... once or twice."

"We elves have a lot of sex with each other. Not much else to do up here since the big guy moved to automation."

"Oh. That's... okay, good for you?" Eric said, still rather puzzled.

The elf grinned and said, "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Eric shook his head and said, "No, not particularly."

The elf stepped forward and put a finger to Eric's lips. "Your mouth says no, but your eyes say yes."

In fact, Eric's eyes went wide with alarm and said, 'Holy shit, this elf is going to rape me.'

The elf then reached his hand into his own pants and pulled out a sonic screwdriver.

Equally as flatly as all the other times, Eric said, "What." His hands had moved away from his crotch, which was in fact saying yes to the elf.

The elf pointed the screwdriver at Eric and activated it. Tut-tutting, he said, "Ah, thought so. Displaced by the weeping angels. You know what that means?"

Quivering with fright, Eric ventured, "What does it mean?"

"It means," said the elf, a sparkle in his eye, "that no one you know will ever find you. We'll be able to have so much fun together, and no one will even come looking."

And that is the story of how Eric Manischewitz, brother of Eli Manischewitz-Landsville, was raped by an uncircumcised elf. The moral of the story is don't be Eric, because weird shit happens to him, like getting raped by an elf and being teleported into Crowley's office with his pants down and dying and being left by his boyfriend for being magical.

It's not a very good one-shot, but my dad's almost ready to start watching the Doctor Who Christmas Special.

[Ende]

Go home, Astro, you're drunk.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Go home, Astro, you're drunk.

In other words, the proper state of Elfen High.

[Astrolinium]

Go home, Astro, you're drunk.

In other words, the proper state of Elfen High.

I'm glad you appreciate my contributions.

How much longer will I have to wait before I can get into the IC with Michael?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

In other words, the proper state of Elfen High.

I'm glad you appreciate my contributions.

How much longer will I have to wait before I can get into the IC with Michael?

With any hope? Two days.

[Astrolinium]

I'm glad you appreciate my contributions.

How much longer will I have to wait before I can get into the IC with Michael?

With any hope? Two days.

Oh goody.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Admit it, you could see a lot of those titles as actual movies.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Admit it, you could see a lot of those titles as actual movies.

Nothing 3: The Reckoning sounded particularly interesting. .