Elfen High 2 (OOC 4, Closed, No Morals Allowed)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Australia likes Tolkein.

Night's thought process: "Boobs. Boobs. Boobs. Hobbits! Boobs."

Bitch.

And Papua New Guinea is quite rude.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Night's thought process: "Boobs. Boobs. Boobs. Hobbits! Boobs."

You forgot tits and ass.

http://www.google.com/trends/explore#q=tits&cmpt=q
http://www.google.com/trends/explore#q=ass&cmpt=q

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Night's thought process: "Boobs. Boobs. Boobs. Hobbits! Boobs."

Bitch.

And Papua New Guinea is quite rude.

Oh God, the sheer contrast of that made me laugh.

[Individuality-ness]

You forgot tits and ass.

http://www.google.com/trends/explore#q=tits&cmpt=q
http://www.google.com/trends/explore#q=ass&cmpt=q

Somalia sure does love its ass. *nod*

[Mavorpen]

You forgot tits and ass.

http://www.google.com/trends/explore#q=tits&cmpt=q
http://www.google.com/trends/explore#q=ass&cmpt=q

So basically the black population has skyrocketed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Seems right.

I like the countries that search this.

[Agritum]

Seems right.

I like the countries that search this.

Fucking Filipinos search fucking everything...

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I found these highly amusing.

[Ende]

Meanwhile, as Jacqueline, Enrique, Elijah, Dr. Natson, and Krishna Khan were in a room, speaking, in dusty manor in the town Cambridge, a creature stirred.

With a jolt, its eyes opened, and then it stared with the utmost horror at the open window in the room. The room that the creature was in was a solemn and somber room - four windows on each side, each with incredibly thick vermillion curtains blocking the sun from the room - it was totally black, with but a few candles mounted on the walls. The only furniture in the room was a coffin - cushioned on the sides like a bed, with a pillow at the end.

But tonight, one of the windows was open. The creature lying inside the coffin howled, a hideous shriek which permeated every room of the mansion, loud enough to shatter eardrums and deafen any hapless soul who happened to be in the house at the time. The creature itself was quite ugly - it's skin was rather pale, it was bespectacled, with thick rims of glass shielding its eyes from the world, it had greasy black hair, two knife-like fangs, green eyes, the color of moss on a pond, and it possessed rather poor facial hair as well.

"Victoria!" it shrieked, shielding its eyes with its hand, "You've left the window open again! If this was the day, I would have disentegrated to mere ash! You careless buffoon! You could have killed me!" it said, quickly leaping from its coffin, brushing off its coal-black suit and adjusting its tie. "I go to such measures to make you understand, and you go and leave the bloody windows open!"

A woman ran into the room - her outfit instantly identifying her as a servant, possibly a governess. She had short brown hair, and, for some odd reason, had terrible, terrible taste in gentlemen. She rubbed her bleary eyes - it was hard to tell if she was merely tired, or if she was crying. However, the answer to this question was quickly revealed.

"You deserve to be burnt to ash! You monster! You beast! You've been having an affair! You can go die!" she shrieked back at him, throwing several letters at the ground, the contents scattering to the floor. The creature's face fell.

"Look, Victoria, my meetings with Sydney have been strictly business affairs. And it's a long distance relationship. I have not been having "an affair". I don't know why you would care so much." he stated bluntly, combing his disgustingly greasy hair to the side. "Now do me a favor and fetch me a vial of blood, would you? I am dreadfully thirsty."

She shook her head, and then took her hands from behind her back, revealing a hammer, stake, a crucifix and garlic. The creature shook its head.

"Oh, no. No, Victoria. No. You're not doing this. We have a deal here - you recieve your odd tastes, your strange fantasies, the fufillment of your deviating desires - and you help me satiate my all-consuming thirst for the vital fluid of blood. Now, be a good girl and put them down." he hissed, fangs protruding from his greedy mouth. "Put the cross and garlic down, let go of the stake, and things can go back to how they were before. You're just as addicted as I am. Let's just keep it the same."

She shook her head.

"No. Mr. Ende, our love is over. You're a monster. We're done." she said, and, gripping the crucifix tightly, she shoved it at him. Suddenly, burn marks appeared on the front of the suit, the mere presence of the object burning through the suit and into his skin, and he howled. In a moment, he whipped a gun from his side, and in six brief pulls of a trigger, six brief shots of a gun, six brief impacts of lead, she fell to the ground, dying.

"I'm sorry, dear." he said coldly, and then he took out a cane from the coffin and slid the crufix away from her shaking body, sending it sliding across the polished tile floor, and then he continued to do the same with the garlic. "I'm sorry that you stopped being useful and that I found another girl. My sincerest apologies." he said, kneeling down to whisper in her ear, and then he stabbed his thirsty fangs into her throat.

It was delicious.

[Agritum]

I found these highly amusing.

Papua New Guinea is just so fabulous.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I found these highly amusing.

Papua New Guinea is just so fabulous.

I think that country has just one Internet user.

And he's a sick fuck with a lot of spare time.

[Individuality-ness]

Meanwhile, as Jacqueline, Enrique, Elijah, Dr. Natson, and Krishna Khan were in a room, speaking, in dusty manor in the town Cambridge, a creature stirred.

With a jolt, its eyes opened, and then it stared with the utmost horror at the open window in the room. The room that the creature was in was a solemn and somber room - four windows on each side, each with incredibly thick vermillion curtains blocking the sun from the room - it was totally black, with but a few candles mounted on the walls. The only furniture in the room was a coffin - cushioned on the sides like a bed, with a pillow at the end.

But tonight, one of the windows was open. The creature lying inside the coffin howled, a hideous shriek which permeated every room of the mansion, loud enough to shatter eardrums and deafen any hapless soul who happened to be in the house at the time. The creature itself was quite ugly - it's skin was rather pale, it was bespectacled, with thick rims of glass shielding its eyes from the world, it had greasy black hair, two knife-like fangs, green eyes, the color of moss on a pond, and it possessed rather poor facial hair as well.

"Victoria!" it shrieked, shielding its eyes with its hand, "You've left the window open again! If this was the day, I would have disentegrated to mere ash! You careless buffoon! You could have killed me!" it said, quickly leaping from its coffin, brushing off its coal-black suit and adjusting its tie. "I go to such measures to make you understand, and you go and leave the bloody windows open!"

A woman ran into the room - her outfit instantly identifying her as a servant, possibly a governess. She had short brown hair, and, for some odd reason, had terrible, terrible taste in gentlemen. She rubbed her bleary eyes - it was hard to tell if she was merely tired, or if she was crying. However, the answer to this question was quickly revealed.

"You deserve to be burnt to ash! You monster! You beast! You've been having an affair! You can go die!" she shrieked back at him, throwing several letters at the ground, the contents scattering to the floor. The creature's face fell.

"Look, Victoria, my meetings with Sydney have been strictly business affairs. And it's a long distance relationship. I have not been having "an affair". I don't know why you would care so much." he stated bluntly, combing his disgustingly greasy hair to the side. "Now do me a favor and fetch me a vial of blood, would you? I am dreadfully thirsty."

She shook her head, and then took her hands from behind her back, revealing a hammer, stake, a crucifix and garlic. The creature shook its head.

"Oh, no. No, Victoria. No. You're not doing this. We have a deal here - you recieve your odd tastes, your strange fantasies, the fufillment of your deviating desires - and you help me satiate my all-consuming thirst for the vital fluid of blood. Now, be a good girl and put them down." he hissed, fangs protruding from his greedy mouth. "Put the cross and garlic down, let go of the stake, and things can go back to how they were before. You're just as addicted as I am. Let's just keep it the same."

She shook her head.

"No. Mr. Ende, our love is over. You're a monster. We're done." she said, and, gripping the crucifix tightly, she shoved it at him. Suddenly, burn marks appeared on the front of the suit, the mere presence of the object burning through the suit and into his skin, and he howled. In a moment, he whipped a gun from his side, and in six brief pulls of a trigger, six brief shots of a gun, six brief impacts of lead, she fell to the ground, dying.

"I'm sorry, dear." he said coldly, and then he took out a cane from the coffin and slid the crufix away from her shaking body, sending it sliding across the polished tile floor, and then he continued to do the same with the garlic. "I'm sorry that you stopped being useful and that I found another girl. My sincerest apologies." he said, kneeling down to whisper in her ear, and then he stabbed his thirsty fangs into her throat.

It was delicious.

Uh oh.

[Ende]

snip

Uh oh.

This may or not have slight allusions to my actual relationships.

[Individuality-ness]

Uh oh.

This may or not have slight allusions to my actual relationships.

You suck the blood out of them? O.o

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'm working Papua New Guinea into the EH plot somehow. No idea how. But I am.

[Ende]

This may or not have slight allusions to my actual relationships.

You suck the blood out of them? O.o

Okay, not that part.

Biting isn't that fun, even though there's a winner.

[Individuality-ness]

I'm working Papua New Guinea into the EH plot somehow. No idea how. But I am.

Maybe it's Crowley's other spot for his recreational needs?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'm working Papua New Guinea into the EH plot somehow. No idea how. But I am.

Maybe it's Crowley's other spot for his recreational needs?

That's the whole Omniverse.

[Olthar]

Meanwhile, as Jacqueline, Enrique, Elijah, Dr. Natson, and Krishna Khan were in a room, speaking, in dusty manor in the town Cambridge, a creature stirred.

With a jolt, its eyes opened, and then it stared with the utmost horror at the open window in the room. The room that the creature was in was a solemn and somber room - four windows on each side, each with incredibly thick vermillion curtains blocking the sun from the room - it was totally black, with but a few candles mounted on the walls. The only furniture in the room was a coffin - cushioned on the sides like a bed, with a pillow at the end.

But tonight, one of the windows was open. The creature lying inside the coffin howled, a hideous shriek which permeated every room of the mansion, loud enough to shatter eardrums and deafen any hapless soul who happened to be in the house at the time. The creature itself was quite ugly - it's skin was rather pale, it was bespectacled, with thick rims of glass shielding its eyes from the world, it had greasy black hair, two knife-like fangs, green eyes, the color of moss on a pond, and it possessed rather poor facial hair as well.

"Victoria!" it shrieked, shielding its eyes with its hand, "You've left the window open again! If this was the day, I would have disentegrated to mere ash! You careless buffoon! You could have killed me!" it said, quickly leaping from its coffin, brushing off its coal-black suit and adjusting its tie. "I go to such measures to make you understand, and you go and leave the bloody windows open!"

A woman ran into the room - her outfit instantly identifying her as a servant, possibly a governess. She had short brown hair, and, for some odd reason, had terrible, terrible taste in gentlemen. She rubbed her bleary eyes - it was hard to tell if she was merely tired, or if she was crying. However, the answer to this question was quickly revealed.

"You deserve to be burnt to ash! You monster! You beast! You've been having an affair! You can go die!" she shrieked back at him, throwing several letters at the ground, the contents scattering to the floor. The creature's face fell.

"Look, Victoria, my meetings with Sydney have been strictly business affairs. And it's a long distance relationship. I have not been having "an affair". I don't know why you would care so much." he stated bluntly, combing his disgustingly greasy hair to the side. "Now do me a favor and fetch me a vial of blood, would you? I am dreadfully thirsty."

She shook her head, and then took her hands from behind her back, revealing a hammer, stake, a crucifix and garlic. The creature shook its head.

"Oh, no. No, Victoria. No. You're not doing this. We have a deal here - you recieve your odd tastes, your strange fantasies, the fufillment of your deviating desires - and you help me satiate my all-consuming thirst for the vital fluid of blood. Now, be a good girl and put them down." he hissed, fangs protruding from his greedy mouth. "Put the cross and garlic down, let go of the stake, and things can go back to how they were before. You're just as addicted as I am. Let's just keep it the same."

She shook her head.

"No. Mr. Ende, our love is over. You're a monster. We're done." she said, and, gripping the crucifix tightly, she shoved it at him. Suddenly, burn marks appeared on the front of the suit, the mere presence of the object burning through the suit and into his skin, and he howled. In a moment, he whipped a gun from his side, and in six brief pulls of a trigger, six brief shots of a gun, six brief impacts of lead, she fell to the ground, dying.

"I'm sorry, dear." he said coldly, and then he took out a cane from the coffin and slid the crufix away from her shaking body, sending it sliding across the polished tile floor, and then he continued to do the same with the garlic. "I'm sorry that you stopped being useful and that I found another girl. My sincerest apologies." he said, kneeling down to whisper in her ear, and then he stabbed his thirsty fangs into her throat.

It was delicious.

This is becoming quite entertaining.

[Individuality-ness]

Maybe it's Crowley's other spot for his recreational needs?

That's the whole Omniverse.

Good point.

[Nude East Ireland]

The quick flutter of eyelashes was followed by the almost drunken patting; a searching for clothing, or indication of location. The Detective - whose real name was Jacquelyn A. Dupin, though she preferred her title as opposed to name - let out a satisfactory sigh, as her hand glided over the thigh of her partner, who was sprawled next to her on the bed. Not her 'business' partner, for he was too Amish for her tastes. This partner was merely the landlady, Mrs. Hudson-River, whom the Detective slept with to avoid paying rent.

The Detective slid out from under the covers and blanket, and immediately fell to the ground with a loud thud. She reached for her ankles, and pulled her undergarments up to cover her exposed anus and vagina. She had fallen into a pile of her clothes - a stroke of luck for the Detective. She pulled her tight black dress pants up, and slipped her feet into loafers. Her shirt was a winkled white dress shirt, which she slipped over her head with ease, after attaching her bra of course. She grabbed her long coat, and made her way out of the small bedroom.

The hallways was narrow, and immediately the Detective was faced with stairs. She made her way up several flights, before arriving at the top floor, which had been entirely rented out to both her and her partner, the bumbling doctor. She opened the door with a shove, and continued into the messy apartment.

Stacks of papers stood at different places, with no real pattern or reason. Several coffee tables and chairs were lying around the room, with coffee mugs, iced tea bottles, and the occasional Bible Black DVD lying on the tables, having been used and disregarded (well, except perhaps the Bible Black DVDs, which may see use again). Two rooms branched off from the main; one was a science center, which held a number of experiments scattered on tables and the floor, among them several sentient hands in cages and still-living decapitated heads of several famous celebrities, which were well-fed and groomed. The other room was a private bedroom for the Detective and her doctor, which was the only notoriously clean room in the apartment. It also held a small closed-off bathroom area, which the Detective rarely ever used.

"Where the hell have you been, Jackie?" the doctor asked from his seat at the breakfast table.

"Quiet, Natson, the ringing of moans are still in my ear from last night. Also, the alcohol," she replied.

Doctor Natson rose from his seat, causing a very pudgy cat to fall onto the ground. The black-and-white cat made its way to the Detective, who bent down and stroked it.

"Seriously? Where were you? The Screaming Death? The Groundbreaker? Some other brothel?"

"The landlady's room."

The Doctor paused. "What?"

"Don't you ever wonder why we don't pay rent? I perform sexual favors for Mrs. Hudson-River in exchange for free room and service."

Natson sighed, and approached her. "We have a case," he said. The Detective rose, the cat now in her arms.

"And Jasper has feelings. Tell him you're sorry."

"No," Natson replied. The Detective kicked Naton in his nether regions, causing him to double over in pain. "Tell Jasper you're sorry. And use his full name as well."

Natson coughed, and lifted himself up. "J- Jasper Holmes Dupin, I'm sorry," he said, barely. The Detective smiled, and laid Jasper onto the floor.

"Then let's be off, Natson! ADVENTURE CALLS!"

To be continued...

[Nightkill the Emperor]

We have no sympathy for Indians who can't dance.

[Ranbo]

We have no sympathy for Indians who can't dance.

I wouldn't have been surprised if you were part of that.

[Olthar]

We have no sympathy for Indians who can't dance.

I wouldn't have been surprised if you were part of that.

He was the guy who can't dance.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

We have no sympathy for Indians who can't dance.

I wouldn't have been surprised if you were part of that.

Nah.

I would have been in this.