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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

The Inritus Extraho wrote:Fuck. I can't keep up with this and homework ://

Why bother keeping up on the OOC? Nothing happens here that's of import.

Individuality-ness wrote:

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Well this is Elfen High, so...

It's a high school. Same shit, except extra powers and we're okay with kinky stuff. It's all good. *nod*

Olthar wrote:This RP has had a lot of lesbians. I'm the one who started the trend.

Oh? Maybe the supernatural population's more open to the LGBT community... or maybe they just happen to like the same sex. *shrug*

The Inritus Extraho wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Why bother keeping up on the OOC? Nothing happens here that's of import.

I meant the IC, I just don't understand all of the twists any more.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:It's a high school. Same shit, except extra powers and we're okay with kinky stuff. It's all good. *nod*


Oh? Maybe the supernatural population's more open to the LGBT community... or maybe they just happen to like the same sex. *shrug*

Imagine, if you will, a world filled entirely with clones of the Pope. Not the current Pope - the intense ones. The guys who painted leaves over all of the nakedness and stuff like that.

Hello, welcome to Heavensgate, the most progressive angelic community in the known universe and the good guys.

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:It's a high school. Same shit, except extra powers and we're okay with kinky stuff. It's all good. *nod*


Oh? Maybe the supernatural population's more open to the LGBT community... or maybe they just happen to like the same sex. *shrug*

Yep.

And I think it's actually that people like to watch.

Individuality-ness wrote:

Olthar wrote:This RP has had a lot of lesbians. I'm the one who started the trend.

Oh? Maybe the supernatural population's more open to the LGBT community... or maybe they just happen to like the same sex. *shrug*

The Inritus Extraho wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Why bother keeping up on the OOC? Nothing happens here that's of import.

I meant the IC, I just don't understand all of the twists any more.

Individuality-ness wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Imagine, if you will, a world filled entirely with clones of the Pope. Not the current Pope - the intense ones. The guys who painted leaves over all of the nakedness and stuff like that.

Hello, welcome to Heavensgate, the most progressive angelic community in the known universe and the good guys.

They're the good guys? Dang, if that's good, what's evil? Something even more demented than the rape of Nanking?

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Ende wrote:Ivy wasn't sure whether to tell him the truth or not. Lying wouldn't really do anything, here, but, on the other hand, neither would telling the truth. The angel could probably tell if she was lying, though, and she was honestly too afraid to see if he could or not. But...on the other hand, if her name was linked in any way to Raphael, and they made any sort of connection...the connotations would be terrible. If she, a servant from Heavensgate, was found here...

The truth was dangerous. Horribly dangerous. Lying was, as well, but, between the two, it was the better option.

"My name is Mary." she lied, thankful that the garment that the angel had forced her to wear covered her eyes - the Father wouldn't be able to see her dishonesty. She was bad at lying. Well, no, that was a lie. She was excellent at lying to herself, but, when it came to lying to other people, she was average at best, and terrible at worst. She cringed slightly, waiting for what would come next. She wasn't sure what the Father was going to do, but she doubted that it would be any sort of improvement at all.

"Incorrect." the Father replied calmly. His eyes stared into hers with the calmness of a fanatic, though his tone was slightly disappointed. "I am saddened, girl, that you would lie in a House of God. This is a special place. Our saviour died so you could be here today and you lie to his servant in his own home?" the priest said, his tone sounding like a teacher scolding a naughty student.

Of course, teachers normally didn't have their hand on the student's neck and didn't slam them back into the wall. The wall, which, mind you, was growing burning warm. It did burn the fabric on the back of Ivy's veil, but touching the wall was like...When you were a child, you may touch a kettle that was on the stove with your finger before realising that hurt and taking your finger away after a second.

The kettle was the whole wall, the finger was Ivy's entire back and it was much longer than a second. "Those are the flames those who disobey the saviour go to." the priest said calmly. "The flames that liars and blasphemers find. Now, I will redeem you if you are honest with me. And we may even spare your child if you are."

Olthar wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:Oh? Maybe the supernatural population's more open to the LGBT community... or maybe they just happen to like the same sex. *shrug*

It's mostly "lesbians are hot, and Crowley likes spying on other people having sex."

Individuality-ness wrote:

Olthar wrote:It's mostly "lesbians are hot, and Crowley likes spying on other people having sex."

It's the near literal version of cameras being at the right place at the right time. *nod*

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:They're the good guys? Dang, if that's good, what's evil? Something even more demented than the rape of Nanking?

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Incorrect." the Father replied calmly. His eyes stared into hers with the calmness of a fanatic, though his tone was slightly disappointed. "I am saddened, girl, that you would lie in a House of God. This is a special place. Our saviour died so you could be here today and you lie to his servant in his own home?" the priest said, his tone sounding like a teacher scolding a naughty student.

Of course, teachers normally didn't have their hand on the student's neck and didn't slam them back into the wall. The wall, which, mind you, was growing burning warm. It did burn the fabric on the back of Ivy's veil, but touching the wall was like...When you were a child, you may touch a kettle that was on the stove with your finger before realising that hurt and taking your finger away after a second.

The kettle was the whole wall, the finger was Ivy's entire back and it was much longer than a second. "Those are the flames those who disobey the saviour go to." the priest said calmly. "The flames that liars and blasphemers find. Now, I will redeem you if you are honest with me. And we may even spare your child if you are."

Individuality-ness wrote:

Olthar wrote:It's mostly "lesbians are hot, and Crowley likes spying on other people having sex."

It's the near literal version of cameras being at the right place at the right time. *nod*

Individuality-ness wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Oh crap. *melts*

Individuality-ness wrote:

Olthar wrote:It's mostly "lesbians are hot, and Crowley likes spying on other people having sex."

It's the near literal version of cameras being at the right place at the right time. *nod*

Olthar wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:It's the near literal version of cameras being at the right place at the right time. *nod*

No, Crowley just has cameras in every room of the school.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Olthar wrote:No, Crowley just has cameras in every room of the school.

Except the ones where they were destroyed, like James' and Lewis'.

Though he probably has back-ups. Why he'd want to watch James and Lewis, though...

Olthar wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Except the ones where they were destroyed, like James' and Lewis'.

Though he probably has back-ups. Why he'd want to watch James and Lewis, though...

He doesn't actually watch the Lewis tapes. He just holds onto them as torture implements and blackmail.

"Give me 200 lbs of cocaine or I'll show you a video of Lewis in the shower."

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:It's the near literal version of cameras being at the right place at the right time. *nod*

Crowley, Daisuke, and D watch everything that happens in the schools. Crowley set up the cameras and Dai and D individually hacked into them.

Crowley's Crowley, Daisuke seems asexual (or at least disinterested - he is crippled, though), and D's a six-month-old.

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote: Oh crap. *melts*

This is the tamest thing he does to her.

Read on if you never want to trust a theist again.

Individuality-ness wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Crowley, Daisuke, and D watch everything that happens in the schools. Crowley set up the cameras and Dai and D individually hacked into them.

Crowley's Crowley, Daisuke seems asexual (or at least disinterested - he is crippled, though), and D's a six-month-old.

So bored?

Nationstatelandsville wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:So bored?

Bored?

No, they're just paranoid. Blackmail material, like Olthar said.

"I have video of you and Calliel doing the 'fallen angel'. Give me cocaine."

"D, you're six-months-old."

"AND ADDICTED TO COCAINE!"

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Bored?

No, they're just paranoid. Blackmail material, like Olthar said.

"I have video of you and Calliel doing the 'fallen angel'. Give me cocaine."

"D, you're six-months-old."

"AND ADDICTED TO COCAINE!"

...The 'fallen angel'?

Invented by Lucifer himself?

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Upon re-reading that bit with the angel, I realized what Jackie sees in Uriel.

Heaven makes for a really good bad guy. We need to face them in Arc 5*.

* Don't pretend like this isn't happening, Night.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

"I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight..."

The Father stood outside a church in Heaven, speaking to a crowd of silent angels. It was after the girl, Ivy, had mysteriously disappeared. It was an unusual circumstance and he wanted to assure them of how things would be true, of how God would find a way.

"...because my conscience leaves me no other choice."

He had taken a speech from Earth itself, by a successful preacher there. He was a radical man, and the Father distrusted his ideals, but some of the speech...with adjustments, it could work.

"A true revolution of values will take the Earth and Hell and say 'This way of settling differences is not just'. This business of tolerating sin, of filling God's homes with depravity and weakness...of causing love where love does not belong...of sending men back to their homes with radical thoughts against the order..." the Father shook his head. "This cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

He held a few of the traitors behind him, around twenty or so, all sitting on a bench that was held by chains. Chains which also held them to the bench. They sat above a large pool, or so it seemed. These people had spoken out against him. When three of them came back to Heaven after a mission, they had been claiming that while away from Heaven, they had found different versions of their Book. Versions that stated some radical and different things. And they had brought those back and started to share that knowledge. Intolerable.

"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated again as the bench collapsed and they fell into the burning hot water. These people had been denied of any water for four days. Let them understand their weakness. Their thirst symbolised their urge and love of sin, and now the Father had surrounded them with sin. This was the logical conclusion.

The dying men and women began to drink the burning, poisoned water and started to die either from poison, drowning or burns. No matter what the sin killed them by, the result was the same. He hoped that his flock would remember this lesson.

"Their actions cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated once more, his voice becoming more stern.

"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." the crowd repeated. "Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

The real one, by the way

This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.- Martin Luther King Jr.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

"I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight..."

The Father stood outside a church in Heaven, speaking to a crowd of silent angels. It was after the girl, Ivy, had mysteriously disappeared. It was an unusual circumstance and he wanted to assure them of how things would be true, of how God would find a way.

"...because my conscience leaves me no other choice."

He had taken a speech from Earth itself, by a successful preacher there. He was a radical man, and the Father distrusted his ideals, but some of the speech...with adjustments, it could work.

"A true revolution of values will take the Earth and Hell and say 'This way of settling differences is not just'. This business of tolerating sin, of filling God's homes with depravity and weakness...of causing love where love does not belong...of sending men back to their homes with radical thoughts against the order..." the Father shook his head. "This cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

He held a few of the traitors behind him, around twenty or so, all sitting on a bench that was held by chains. Chains which also held them to the bench. They sat above a large pool, or so it seemed. These people had spoken out against him. When three of them came back to Heaven after a mission, they had been claiming that while away from Heaven, they had found different versions of their Book. Versions that stated some radical and different things. And they had brought those back and started to share that knowledge. Intolerable.

"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated again as the bench collapsed and they fell into the burning hot water. These people had been denied of any water for four days. Let them understand their weakness. Their thirst symbolised their urge and love of sin, and now the Father had surrounded them with sin. This was the logical conclusion.

The dying men and women began to drink the burning, poisoned water and started to die either from poison, drowning or burns. No matter what the sin killed them by, the result was the same. He hoped that his flock would remember this lesson.

"Their actions cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated once more, his voice becoming more stern.

"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." the crowd repeated. "Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

The real one, by the way

This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.- Martin Luther King Jr.

Another fun bit from Heaven, for Indi's benefit.

Individuality-ness wrote:

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Another fun bit from Heaven, for Indi's benefit.

Sounds like some heavenly cult.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:

Individuality-ness wrote:Sounds like some heavenly cult.

Coming from India, I see a fair bit of religious violence.

Heaven and Uriel is me ramming my hatred of all of that into one place.