Elfen High 2 (OOC 5, Closed)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The thing with the rabbits is no joking matter.

After the monarchy collapsed, various warlords took charge of the local bunny population in an attempt to maintain order and peace. However, the albino bunny population was being radically discriminated against. As a result, protests began, peacefully at first but then a full on civil war occurred beneath the school. Eventually, an apartheid style government was set up in which the albino rabbits were at the top and everything else became segregated. Bunny concentration camps were seriously suggested.

However, the rats provided immediate military action, defeating the apartheid government and trying to progress bunny society to a liberal, fair and stable democracy. So far, the main runner-up in the elections is a socialist named Cuddleson Adorable the Fifth, who promises to provide free carrots to the general population. However, there have been multiple sex scandals surrounding this figure.

Bunny society is quite jaded at this point and they merely wish to find a solution. However, increasing rate of crime and drug use in the population does not aid their cause.

What happened to Jacquelyn?

She retired to Australia, where she prepares their bunnies for any upcoming war that Elfen High may need them for.

[Nude East Ireland]

What happened to Jacquelyn?

She retired to Australia, where she prepares their bunnies for any upcoming war that Elfen High may need them for.

Good enough.

[Mavorpen]

By the gods, I would absolutely love Eris to be the school counselor.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

By the gods, I would absolutely love Eris to be the school counselor.

Then she may. Just make an app.

[Olthar]

The thing with the rabbits is no joking matter.

After the monarchy collapsed, various warlords took charge of the local bunny population in an attempt to maintain order and peace. However, the albino bunny population was being radically discriminated against. As a result, protests began, peacefully at first but then a full on civil war occurred beneath the school. Eventually, an apartheid style government was set up in which the albino rabbits were at the top and everything else became segregated. Bunny concentration camps were seriously suggested.

However, the rats provided immediate military action, defeating the apartheid government and trying to progress bunny society to a liberal, fair and stable democracy. So far, the main runner-up in the elections is a socialist named Cuddleson Adorable the Fifth, who promises to provide free carrots to the general population. However, there have been multiple sex scandals surrounding this figure.

Bunny society is quite jaded at this point and they merely wish to find a solution. However, increasing rate of crime and drug use in the population does not aid their cause.

If only Sari-chan was still there.

[Individuality-ness]

“Hazel.”

The name sounded so beautiful in his mouth, spoken aloud, or at least it seemed to be so in Hazel’s ears.

“Nice to meet you, Hazel. My name’s Nate.”

“Oh! Nice to meet you Nate!”

Hazel had to suppress a smile as she introduced herself. He was so cute; after all, he was tall and slightly muscular, with brown eyes and light brown hair… how could he have moved here over the summer?

Already she knew she was going to enjoy AP Physics C, especially with a guy like him as her lab partner. She could see that this was going to be a good year.

She wouldn’t know this at the time, but Nate himself was holding back a smile. She was so pretty… He was already biting his lips – We’re in school, I just met her, I don’t even know her! – and trying not to blush himself.

---

In a high school yearbook from 2006, the name “Fuse, Hazel” showed a teenage girl, with long silky black hair, black eyes, and a large smile that expressed its happiness, transcending the pages to the present day with the happiness and sunshine and promise and hope inherent in it.

A thirty-three-year-old man, who was beginning to bald and had begun to show a bit of a beer gut, looked at the photograph with longing. He remembered the girl whose face was immortalized in glossy pages.

She was so sweet when the two of them first met that late August day, first day of school. Both of them were juniors, a few months apart from one another, she being younger by about four months. How could she know what would befall her fourteen years later?

---

The two of them were doing homework at his house. He had already finished the practice problems from the 2004 test, but she was still struggling on the E&M portion of it. Electricity and magnetism was not her best subject.

“How do you figure out the magnetic flux again?” Hazel asked, looking up from the other side of the dinner table, papers strewn all over and filled with calculations and sketches of currents and resistors and graphs. A plate of apples and peanut butter sat half eaten near her TI-83 calculator.

You look so pretty when you’re frustrated, Hazel.

“Oh. Um, here, let me show you what I did…” Nate leaned forward to point at the diagram, drawing arrows to represent the magnetic fields. “Remember the right hand rule?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Like this, right?”

Her arm brushed against his. The shock of the brush jolted up his arm and he had to blush more.

I have to tell her.

“Hazel…”

“Hm?” She looked at him, curious. “Did I do something wrong on the assignment?”

“No… it’s just that…”

His face was blushing red, but it was too late to turn back now—

“I don’t want another pretty face. I don’t want just anyone to hold. I don’t want my love to go to waste. I want you and your beautiful soul.”

She looked at him, speechless.

Oh gods, how is she taking it? I shouldn’t have said anything, I shouldn’t have even considered it!

Then she surprised him with a kiss on the lips.

---

2007. Hazel looked beautiful in her yearbook photo, as always.

That yearbook had pictures of student life. Among them were pictures of the two of them together – dancing at Homecoming, laughing as the two of them splattered one another with paint during class competition as seniors, the two of them crowned Prom King and Queen. Memories of a beautiful time.

And some that weren’t on the pages. The many dates they went together to the public library, the local restaurants, the park – Hazel especially loved the swings, he remembered fondly – the kisses they shared and the hugs. The smiles, the notes, the cries of joy as they received their college acceptance letters. The affection, the love they had for one another, their dedication and their faith in the other.

Memories.

---

”Will you marry me?” he asked Hazel one day.

They were in the public library, sitting at one of the tables. She was reading Time, he Scientific American when he popped the question, handing her a small paper loop taped together to resemble a ring.

She said yes.

---

There were photographs on the wall of the house, depicting their lives apart and together. One of the largest ones was of the two of them on their wedding day.

He was wearing a regular tuxedo, but Hazel – Hazel was wearing her beautiful strapless wedding dress, her hair tied up in a low bun on the back and her bangs curled on the side of her face, framing it beautifully.

On her neck, there was something blue – a black cord on which hung a pendant of thin silver wire in a circle, with a drop of sapphire in the center.

The thirty-three year old looked at it and remembered.

---

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Carter. It’s a girl.”

Hazel breathed. Slick in sweat and tired from everything, she managed to breathe out one word before she fell asleep, finally getting some rest.

“Alison.”

Nate took the crying newborn into his arms. Even now, the child was beautiful – and what’s more, it was his child. His and hers, a representation of their love for one another.

A symbol.

---

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!” cried out his nine-year-old daughter. She held out a card and a picture – something that she drew herself. A simple drawing of a father and a mother and a daughter, in a house together. All of them were smiling.

“Happy father’s day!”

Smiling sadly, he turned to Alison. She did begin to remind him of Hazel so.

“Thank you Alison. Happy father’s day to you too.”

In Alison, he saw Hazel, the girl he lost. In Alison, he saw the girl – the daughter – he had. In Alison, he saw the past, the present, the future. In Alison, he saw hope – hope for him, hope for her, hope for the future.

Hope.

He gave Alison a hug. “I love you sweetie.”

“I love you too Daddy.”

Hope.

[Mavorpen]

By the gods, I would absolutely love Eris to be the school counselor.

Then she may. Just make an app.

I would. The only problem is I have no idea how to do her powergrid.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The thing with the rabbits is no joking matter.

After the monarchy collapsed, various warlords took charge of the local bunny population in an attempt to maintain order and peace. However, the albino bunny population was being radically discriminated against. As a result, protests began, peacefully at first but then a full on civil war occurred beneath the school. Eventually, an apartheid style government was set up in which the albino rabbits were at the top and everything else became segregated. Bunny concentration camps were seriously suggested.

However, the rats provided immediate military action, defeating the apartheid government and trying to progress bunny society to a liberal, fair and stable democracy. So far, the main runner-up in the elections is a socialist named Cuddleson Adorable the Fifth, who promises to provide free carrots to the general population. However, there have been multiple sex scandals surrounding this figure.

Bunny society is quite jaded at this point and they merely wish to find a solution. However, increasing rate of crime and drug use in the population does not aid their cause.

If only Sari-chan was still there.

Sari-chan would make them all hug each other.

For now, the bunnies have rapidly become a warrior species. Like adorable Krogan.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Then she may. Just make an app.

I would. The only problem is I have no idea how to do her powergrid.

Give her a teacher app and put a lot in Charisma, moderate in INT and give her cool magic powers would be my suggestion.

[Individuality-ness]

If only Sari-chan was still there.

Sari-chan would make them all hug each other.

For now, the bunnies have rapidly become a warrior species. Like adorable Krogan.

Should Alison be scared?

[Ende]

So, Vernil is basically Leviathan's younger brother?

This doesn't surprise me at all, actually - he's kind of like how I imagine Behemoth would be, but done right.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Sari-chan would make them all hug each other.

For now, the bunnies have rapidly become a warrior species. Like adorable Krogan.

Should Alison be scared?

[Individuality-ness]

Should Alison be scared?

Uh oh.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

So, Vernil is basically Leviathan's younger brother?

This doesn't surprise me at all, actually - he's kind of like how I imagine Behemoth would be, but done right.

Now I really want to see a dragon family meeting.

[Mavorpen]

I would. The only problem is I have no idea how to do her powergrid.

Give her a teacher app and put a lot in Charisma, moderate in INT and give her cool magic powers would be my suggestion.

I was thinking that she could have a second form strictly for battle as well. In some mythos, she's considered to be the same as the war goddess, so I think it would be cool. I'd need a different powergrid though right?

[Erinkita]

(Image)

Uh oh.

Sisitu will protect her if it comes to that.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Give her a teacher app and put a lot in Charisma, moderate in INT and give her cool magic powers would be my suggestion.

I was thinking that she could have a second form strictly for battle as well. In some mythos, she's considered to be the same as the war goddess, so I think it would be cool. I'd need a different powergrid though right?

Yes, you'd need two powergrids.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

There are now, in the course of thirteen years, nearly eighty million rabbits living underneath EH.

Look, bunnies breed fast.

[Nude East Ireland]

So, Vernil is basically Leviathan's younger brother?

This doesn't surprise me at all, actually - he's kind of like how I imagine Behemoth would be, but done right.

I suppose.

I'm not even sure what Vernil is. He was just some monster that showed up to fight Lewis and Damien, but now he's turned out to be an entity from before time itself. I guess that's how this RP works - things just happen.

But I like it. Why he became the personification of all things song is for anyone to imagine. I'd like to think that Vernil wrote a song, and that song evolved into literally everything. Reality is basically Vernil's continuing song, which is writing itself. And when it's done, he'll write another.

[Individuality-ness]

Uh oh.

Sisitu will protect her if it comes to that.

I trust her.

There are now, in the course of thirteen years, nearly eighty million rabbits living underneath EH.

Look, bunnies breed fast.

... how did they not destroy the school yet?

[Mavorpen]

I was thinking that she could have a second form strictly for battle as well. In some mythos, she's considered to be the same as the war goddess, so I think it would be cool. I'd need a different powergrid though right?

Yes, you'd need two powergrids.

Okay, I'll do it tomorrow sometime. I don't have the mental power to do it right now unfortunately.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Sisitu will protect her if it comes to that.

I trust her.

There are now, in the course of thirteen years, nearly eighty million rabbits living underneath EH.

Look, bunnies breed fast.

... how did they not destroy the school yet?

The school can regenerate.

[Erinkita]

So, Vernil is basically Leviathan's younger brother?

This doesn't surprise me at all, actually - he's kind of like how I imagine Behemoth would be, but done right.

I suppose.

I'm not even sure what Vernil is. He was just some monster that showed up to fight Lewis and Damien, but now he's turned out to be an entity from before time itself. I guess that's how this RP works - things just happen.

But I like it. Why he became the personification of all things song is for anyone to imagine. I'd like to think that Vernil wrote a song, and that song evolved into literally everything. Reality is basically Vernil's continuing song, which is writing itself. And when it's done, he'll write another.

That is amazing and you are amazing.

Sisitu will protect her if it comes to that.

I trust her.

And by "protect" I mean summon a meat shield and leg it.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So, Vernil is basically Leviathan's younger brother?

This doesn't surprise me at all, actually - he's kind of like how I imagine Behemoth would be, but done right.

I suppose.

I'm not even sure what Vernil is. He was just some monster that showed up to fight Lewis and Damien, but now he's turned out to be an entity from before time itself. I guess that's how this RP works - things just happen.

But I like it. Why he became the personification of all things song is for anyone to imagine. I'd like to think that Vernil wrote a song, and that song evolved into literally everything. Reality is basically Vernil's continuing song, which is writing itself. And when it's done, he'll write another.

That fucks with so much cosmology.

But I doubt Vernil will show up again, so keep thinking that.

[Individuality-ness]

... how did they not destroy the school yet?

The school can regenerate.

Yeah, but Australia's like one of the deadliest places on the planet, and they STILL have a bunny problem.

I trust her.

And by "protect" I mean summon a meat shield and leg it.

Eh. Doesn't make a difference.