Elfen High 2 (OOC 3, Closed)

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Different parts of humanity have been bred to think the other is nothing but an animal that walks like a man, yet you don't see India or Pakistan flinging nukes at each other.

And in all honesty, I kind of see an unintentional side-effect of the ISSR as being a "hey these aren't a bunch of frothing-at-the-mouth murder machines, they have feelings too" message.

Bro, the people of the ISSR are probably not going to go to Hell's aid if shit hits the fan (More). Did you forget that white afrikaner and the orc?

[Nude East Ireland]

Michael.

Calliel.

Michael.

Calliel.

Ivy.

Michael.

Calliel.

Michael isn't the father, though that idea is pretty interesting and he isn't the sort to scream "SIN", since he does drugs and did gay sex with Gabriel.

"Congratulations on the son, Calliel."

"Thank you, Lord Michael. Same to you."

"Excuse me?"

"IT'S MALAKH TIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Different parts of humanity have been bred to think the other is nothing but an animal that walks like a man, yet you don't see India or Pakistan flinging nukes at each other.

Indians and Pakistanis don't see each other that way.

Unless it's a cricket match, in which case they're even lower than an animal.

[Nude East Ireland]

Different parts of humanity have been bred to think the other is nothing but an animal that walks like a man, yet you don't see India or Pakistan flinging nukes at each other.

And in all honesty, I kind of see an unintentional side-effect of the ISSR as being a "hey these aren't a bunch of frothing-at-the-mouth murder machines, they have feelings too" message.

That's because there are countries who like India.

There are no countries who see Hell and consider them a viable ally.

"Mr. Prime Minister, Hell has been discovered."

"Ah, send Azazel my regards. I would love to have tea with him and discuss an alliance."

"Is that wise?"

"Fuck you."

"Yes sir."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Different parts of humanity have been bred to think the other is nothing but an animal that walks like a man, yet you don't see India or Pakistan flinging nukes at each other.

And in all honesty, I kind of see an unintentional side-effect of the ISSR as being a "hey these aren't a bunch of frothing-at-the-mouth murder machines, they have feelings too" message.

Bro, the people of the ISSR are probably not going to go to Hell's aid if shit hits the fan (More). Did you forget that white afrikaner and the orc?

Even in the ISSR the soldiers are totally cool with abusing the local demons there.

[Ende]

Pierre's death will be one of the most satisfying moments of this rp.

I'm not sure whether this means I'm doing it right or not.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Pierre's death will be one of the most satisfying moments of this rp.

I'm not sure whether this means I'm doing it right or not.

Well, you wanted to make a douche, right?

You succeeded.

[Nude East Ireland]

Pierre's death will be one of the most satisfying moments of this rp.

I'm not sure whether this means I'm doing it right or not.

The only way you could do it right is if Pierre tries to escape in a jeep, it catches fire, and he drives off a cliff screaming "I'm coming Elizabeth!"

Because nonsense.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'm not sure whether this means I'm doing it right or not.

The only way you could do it right is if Pierre tries to escape in a jeep, it catches fire, and he drives off a cliff screaming "I'm coming Elizabeth!"

Because nonsense.

Meanwhile, Lewis and Polarbeard ignore him, as they are too busy being gods of murder.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Don't kill Pierre yet please.

His cousin has dibs on breaking his ribs.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Don't kill Pierre yet please.

His cousin has dibs on breaking his ribs.

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Basically, I think it's completely and utterly true that humans would be fine using absolute and utter force against demons, considering what we do to each other.

Like let me tell you this: Once in Mumbai, Muslim gangs went around killing, looting and raping local Hindus and stuff. It was a bloody rampage and I remember it well and it probably contributed significantly to my stepfather and my uncle's absolute hatred of Muslims.

Then some guy suggested killing the Muslims back, and a local vigilante force of Hindus was formed who did exactly the same thing to the Muslims. This wasn't some fringe segments- this was mainstream, majority support from the Hindus to get rid of these alien, bizarre Muslim terrorists. So all of the Muslims.

At no point were there very loud objections to why everyone was killing their former neighbours until the initial bloodbath ended, at which point people quietly tried to forget it and sweep it under the rug.

But another, even bigger case was after Indira Gandhi was assassinated. The following was not fun if you were a Sikh. At all.

Let's see another mainstream example of otherwise ordinary people doing unbelivably sadistic shit to people not of their race in warfare.

Trust me when I say a nuclear weapon is one of the most merciful things we could probably do in a war against Hell.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Don't kill Pierre yet please.

His cousin has dibs on breaking his ribs.

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

Since the first page? Really?

I must suck at seeing the little hints, then. I just went and checked. >.>

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Don't kill Pierre yet please.

His cousin has dibs on breaking his ribs.

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

First page of this arc?

[Nationstatelandsville]

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

First page of this arc?

This arc, yes.

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

Since the first page? Really?

I must suck at seeing the little hints, then. I just went and checked. >.>

Not foreshadowed, necessarily, but their relationship is one of the most fundamental parts of New Lewis.

[Constaniana]

Don't kill Pierre yet please.

His cousin has dibs on breaking his ribs.

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

Of course, William is the only one with the knowledge and a weapon that could possibly kill Pierre.
Remember all this?

And then, a door slammed open, revealing Pierre. Of course, it wasn't the Pierre from EH.

Dropping a green metallic knife on the ground, he fell to his knees, coughing black blood onto the floor.

"Bastard should have known it would take more than one stab to kill me." he spat weakly, crumpling to the ground. He looked at the onsuing battle, his vision fading. He had made it this far, but...he couldn't go any further. He was dying. The knife had nearly killed him, and making his way here had been painful, miserable, and difficult. A long trail of his own blood trailed behind him, spilled on the floor. Pierre was quite pale - the color had drained from his skin, but that was to be expected. Clutching his heart, he looked up.

"Where's-"

He fell into a fit of coughing and hacking, spittle and blood spewing onto the floor. With a great effort, he pulled himself with his back against the wall, and then, looking up weakly, he continued, to nobody in particular.

"...Crowley? I..."

He coughed again, this time weaker still. Crowley wasn't here. They had left.

"...I wanted to say goodbye. I guess...I won't be." he said softly, staring up as the demons launched another round of bullets at Arthur, who was in the middle of dueling Thor. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed, feeling his tenous grasp on this world fade away. He wasn't sure what happened if one died in another realm - especially one created by the Fae - but, really, that didn't matter. Whether he was reborn or not, whether he had a second life...it didn't matter. He would die a good death. It was really too bad that he didn't get to say goodbye...but he never expected that he would get that privilege.

A thought jerked through his mind. He wasn't finished yet. The other him...he pitied him, really. He was too foolish, too blind, and too idiotic to see how his thirst for power would devour him. But, if he joined the Fae...he was already nearly invincible. Most demigods were easier to kill. With the Fae's power combined, he would likely become stronger. With a weak gasp, he tried to pull himself upright, and he motioned to the boy - what was his name, Edward? William? He didn't know.

"Come here." he shouted, at his full strength...it was more of a gasp, really. It was pathetic. He was fading quickly. Dying. It was like he imagined it to be, but...different. It was less painful, less instant than he had hoped. He wished he could die a quick, painful, and honorable death in the midst of battle, or to die peacefully in his sleep, but feeling his life drain from him slowly, after being stabbed in the back by himself...it was not the best way to go. Scrabbling on the ground for the knife, not sure whether the boy was in front of him or not, he desperately grasped around, until he found the blade. His arm shaking violently, he lifted it off the ground, about a foot, extending it out towards the boy. His vision was blurred - he could hardly make out anything, or if there was truly a figure standing before him.

"Take it." he spat, blood dripping from his mouth. "Just...take it. I...do not know, and will not know where my gift came, but...I...believe...the Styx. Achilles. Achilles was killed by his pride, I by my compassion, the other I will die by his own ambition...not important now." he whispered, his arm starting to falter. "This...stab him in the small of the back...if nothing else can kill him, this will. You will know who I speak of when he appears...you'll know when to use it. When the time comes...kill him. Do not pity him...as I did..." he whispered hastily, his voice trailing off, and then the adamant knife clattered to the ground, his arm falling to the ground at his side, the other clutching at his heart, blood still dripping from the gaping wound in his back.

Pierre was dead.

[Nationstatelandsville]

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

Of course, William is the only one with the knowledge and a weapon that could possibly kill Pierre.
Remember all this?

And then, a door slammed open, revealing Pierre. Of course, it wasn't the Pierre from EH.

Dropping a green metallic knife on the ground, he fell to his knees, coughing black blood onto the floor.

"Bastard should have known it would take more than one stab to kill me." he spat weakly, crumpling to the ground. He looked at the onsuing battle, his vision fading. He had made it this far, but...he couldn't go any further. He was dying. The knife had nearly killed him, and making his way here had been painful, miserable, and difficult. A long trail of his own blood trailed behind him, spilled on the floor. Pierre was quite pale - the color had drained from his skin, but that was to be expected. Clutching his heart, he looked up.

"Where's-"

He fell into a fit of coughing and hacking, spittle and blood spewing onto the floor. With a great effort, he pulled himself with his back against the wall, and then, looking up weakly, he continued, to nobody in particular.

"...Crowley? I..."

He coughed again, this time weaker still. Crowley wasn't here. They had left.

"...I wanted to say goodbye. I guess...I won't be." he said softly, staring up as the demons launched another round of bullets at Arthur, who was in the middle of dueling Thor. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed, feeling his tenous grasp on this world fade away. He wasn't sure what happened if one died in another realm - especially one created by the Fae - but, really, that didn't matter. Whether he was reborn or not, whether he had a second life...it didn't matter. He would die a good death. It was really too bad that he didn't get to say goodbye...but he never expected that he would get that privilege.

A thought jerked through his mind. He wasn't finished yet. The other him...he pitied him, really. He was too foolish, too blind, and too idiotic to see how his thirst for power would devour him. But, if he joined the Fae...he was already nearly invincible. Most demigods were easier to kill. With the Fae's power combined, he would likely become stronger. With a weak gasp, he tried to pull himself upright, and he motioned to the boy - what was his name, Edward? William? He didn't know.

"Come here." he shouted, at his full strength...it was more of a gasp, really. It was pathetic. He was fading quickly. Dying. It was like he imagined it to be, but...different. It was less painful, less instant than he had hoped. He wished he could die a quick, painful, and honorable death in the midst of battle, or to die peacefully in his sleep, but feeling his life drain from him slowly, after being stabbed in the back by himself...it was not the best way to go. Scrabbling on the ground for the knife, not sure whether the boy was in front of him or not, he desperately grasped around, until he found the blade. His arm shaking violently, he lifted it off the ground, about a foot, extending it out towards the boy. His vision was blurred - he could hardly make out anything, or if there was truly a figure standing before him.

"Take it." he spat, blood dripping from his mouth. "Just...take it. I...do not know, and will not know where my gift came, but...I...believe...the Styx. Achilles. Achilles was killed by his pride, I by my compassion, the other I will die by his own ambition...not important now." he whispered, his arm starting to falter. "This...stab him in the small of the back...if nothing else can kill him, this will. You will know who I speak of when he appears...you'll know when to use it. When the time comes...kill him. Do not pity him...as I did..." he whispered hastily, his voice trailing off, and then the adamant knife clattered to the ground, his arm falling to the ground at his side, the other clutching at his heart, blood still dripping from the gaping wound in his back.

Pierre was dead.

Except 1.) William doesn't have the awesome grudge and 2.) Lewis doesn't need a knife.

[Nude East Ireland]

Not foreshadowed, necessarily, but their relationship is one of the most fundamental parts of New Lewis.

"I'm Pierre."

"I'm Lewis."

"... I... dislike you..."

"Well I'll kill you in Hell while riding a bear pirate that has the alter ego of an Indian government working in the U.K."

"Well I'll have blue eyes and yellow robes."

"FINE!"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Don't kill Pierre yet please.

His cousin has dibs on breaking his ribs.

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

Lewis has the kill.

James just wants to be involved, or at least will be.

[Nationstatelandsville]

This fight has been foreshadowed since the first page. First page.

He's Lewis' kill.

Lewis has the kill.

James just wants to be involved, or at least will be.

He can have the body for James stuff.

[Constaniana]

Of course, William is the only one with the knowledge and a weapon that could possibly kill Pierre.
Remember all this?

Except 1.) William doesn't have the awesome grudge and 2.) Lewis doesn't need a knife.

Certainly. In fact, I'm not expecting William to kill Pierre, but land some blow that cracks Pierre's otherwise seemingly total invincibility.

[Constaniana]

Lewis has the kill.

James just wants to be involved, or at least will be.

He can have the body for James Crowley stuff.

Fixed.

[Nude East Ireland]

Or Lewis could kill Pierre in a fight by himself.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I assure you; you will all be satisfied with what Lewis actually does.

Or maybe not. I don't fucking know with you people.

[Constaniana]

Or Lewis could kill Pierre in a fight by himself.

Ultimately that would be for the best, I suppose. Pierre isn't worthy of being a full group boss.