Elfen High 2 (OOC 5, Closed)

[Olthar]

Eh, have Lyra join in. I though I might have him start out viewing her as an asset, but then start to act as more of a father figure, or a master/apprentice position.

That sounds fun and all but I don't see how she would end up deciding to go, unless she's somehow convinced/kidnapped.

I was gonna have Alastor and maybe Voltaire go, but Olthar and Ende haven't responded to me.

I was supposed to respond to you?

[AETEN II]

Eh, have Lyra join in. I though I might have him start out viewing her as an asset, but then start to act as more of a father figure, or a master/apprentice position.

That sounds fun and all but I don't see how she would end up deciding to go, unless she's somehow convinced/kidnapped.

I was gonna have Alastor and maybe Voltaire go, but Olthar and Ende haven't responded to me.

I could always have Septimus coerce her into going.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

That sounds fun and all but I don't see how she would end up deciding to go, unless she's somehow convinced/kidnapped.

I was gonna have Alastor and maybe Voltaire go, but Olthar and Ende haven't responded to me.

I was supposed to respond to you?

Voltaire addressed Lena.

I guess I could have been clearer. I'll clarify that I wasn't complaining, though.

@AETEN: Well, coerce her into reporting to Daisuke, then. .

[Olthar]

I was supposed to respond to you?

Voltaire addressed Lena.

I guess I could have been clearer. I'll clarify that I wasn't complaining, though.

@AETEN: Well, coerce her into reporting to Daisuke, then. .

Oh, sorry.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Voltaire addressed Lena.

I guess I could have been clearer. I'll clarify that I wasn't complaining, though.

@AETEN: Well, coerce her into reporting to Daisuke, then. .

Oh, sorry.

Don't apologize. I wasn't complaining or anything. It's okay.

[Nationstatelandsville]

HAL honors the dead in his own way.

[Liriena]

Question. Is Kirchner still alive?

Probably, people tend to have long lifespans in this world.

Not in politics, most likely though.

Most likely, she's alive and a Senator or Minister.

I live in that country. I decide that country's canon.

[Olthar]

S.A.M.M.E. is currently outside, so yeah. They'll need to get her before going.

And if they need her to be a bit smaller, the 40-foot robot can transform into an 8-foot robot.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

HAL honors the dead in his own way.

At least it isn't a bloody funeral.

Those things were shitty back in EH1.

[Nationstatelandsville]

HAL honors the dead in his own way.

At least it isn't a bloody funeral.

Those things were shitty back in EH1.

Damien's was fun.

Lewis was going to have a funeral, but D burned it down on his orders.

[Mavorpen]

So...I guess I won't go then.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Probably, people tend to have long lifespans in this world.

Not in politics, most likely though.

Most likely, she's alive and a Senator or Minister.

I live in that country. I decide that country's canon.

Doesn't work like that.

But sure, Senator or whatever.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So...I guess I won't go then.

There needs to be a relatively small group for this.

Report to Dai though.

[Nude East Ireland]

A 100-year-old Abraham Lincoln bust exploded.

All eyes in the Oval Office turned to the hooker with the RPG, as she ran - naked, might I add - through the office to the President's desk.

"MIRANDA, PUT THE FUCKING RPG DOWN!" The President yelled. He charged in after her, his pants being absent, but his shirt, jacket, and tie all present. He was holding an Uzi, and firing madly; it hit the Secretary of State in the arm twice, and blew a chunk of the Speaker of the House's skull cap off. When the gun ran out of bullets, the President dove over his desk, tackling Miranda and prying the RPG from her hands. He punched her, knocking all of her teeth out in the process. She immediately dropped into unconsciousness.

Standing, the President sighed. "Sorry you all had to see that," he mumbled, tossing the weapons to the side. He sat down at his desk, and straightened his tie. The Cabinet members stared at him in fear.

"Anyways, I have business I need to attend to in Pyongyang. The President of Korea is my best friend, and I like Asian women - Hell, I'm Asian. So, any business?"

"Well," the Secretary of Defense - an overweight, Southern black woman - began, "there is far too much spending in my department. Do we really need jetpacks, laser rifles, and nuclear octopi?"

The President stared the Secretary of Defense in the eyes. "Listen you cunt, I've got a country to protect. Our good leader Clint Eastwood held back hordes of Demons - I fought to protect our freedom in the War. And you want to become tree-hugging sissies? Not on my watch."

The Bear Ambassador raised his paw. The President pointed to him. "Yes, Mr. Tankmuncher?"

"I have some issues regarding pollution in designated Bear Reservations and-"

"Say no more," the President responded. He opened his drawer and pulled out a small can of oil. He tossed it onto the floor, lit a match, and tossed it onto the can; needless to say, it the corner of the room on fire.

"I will personally burn all of the remaining oil in the world to keep the Bear population safe. Good?"

Tankmuncher sighed. "Yes... Mr. President."

"Good, that's settled," the President replied. He stood up, grabbing his lucky shotgun in the process, and blasted the window out behind him. Then he grabbed his cowboy hat and banjo, and donned them. "Now to Korea. Kim Jong-wong and I need to fuck some bitches. Or my name isn't Minh Taka!"

[Olthar]

Most likely, she's alive and a Senator or Minister.

I live in that country. I decide that country's canon.

Doesn't work like that.

But sure, Senator or whatever.

Wait, it doesn't? D':

*Throws 76 page essay about Wisconsin's place in the EH-verse into the incinerator*

[Nationstatelandsville]

A 100-year-old Abraham Lincoln bust exploded.

All eyes in the Oval Office turned to the hooker with the RPG, as she ran - naked, might I add - through the office to the President's desk.

"MIRANDA, PUT THE FUCKING RPG DOWN!" The President yelled. He charged in after her, his pants being absent, but his shirt, jacket, and tie all present. He was holding an Uzi, and firing madly; it hit the Secretary of State in the arm twice, and blew a chunk of the Speaker of the House's skull cap off. When the gun ran out of bullets, the President dove over his desk, tackling Miranda and prying the RPG from her hands. He punched her, knocking all of her teeth out in the process. She immediately dropped into unconsciousness.

Standing, the President sighed. "Sorry you all had to see that," he mumbled, tossing the weapons to the side. He sat down at his desk, and straightened his tie. The Cabinet members stared at him in fear.

"Anyways, I have business I need to attend to in Pyongyang. The President of Korea is my best friend, and I like Asian women - Hell, I'm Asian. So, any business?"

"Well," the Secretary of Defense - an overweigh, Southern black woman - began, "there is far too much spending in my department. Do we really need jetpacks, laser rifles, and nuclear octopi?"

The President stared the Secretary of Defense in the eyes. "Listen you cunt, I've got a country to protect. Our good leader Clint Eastwood held back hordes of Demons - I fought to protect our freedom in the War. And you want to become tree-hugging sissies? Not on my watch."

The Bear Ambassador raised his paw. The President pointed to him. "Yes, Mr. Tankmuncher?"

"I have some issues regarding pollution in designated Bear Reservations and-"

"Say no more," the President responded. He opened his drawer and pulled out a small can of oil. He tossed it onto the floor, lit a match, and tossed it onto the can; needless to say, it the corner of the room on fire.

"I will personally burn all of the remaining oil in the world to keep the Bear population safe. Good?"

Tankmuncher sighed. "Yes... Mr. President."

"Good, that's settled," the President replied. He stood up, grabbing his lucky shotgun in the process, and blasted the window out behind him. Then he grabbed his cowboy hat and banjo, and donned them. "Now to Korea. Kim Jong-wong and I need to fuck some bitches. Or my name isn't Minh Taka!"

The correct pronunciation is MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINH TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[Nightkill the Emperor]

A 100-year-old Abraham Lincoln bust exploded.

All eyes in the Oval Office turned to the hooker with the RPG, as she ran - naked, might I add - through the office to the President's desk.

"MIRANDA, PUT THE FUCKING RPG DOWN!" The President yelled. He charged in after her, his pants being absent, but his shirt, jacket, and tie all present. He was holding an Uzi, and firing madly; it hit the Secretary of State in the arm twice, and blew a chunk of the Speaker of the House's skull cap off. When the gun ran out of bullets, the President dove over his desk, tackling Miranda and prying the RPG from her hands. He punched her, knocking all of her teeth out in the process. She immediately dropped into unconsciousness.

Standing, the President sighed. "Sorry you all had to see that," he mumbled, tossing the weapons to the side. He sat down at his desk, and straightened his tie. The Cabinet members stared at him in fear.

"Anyways, I have business I need to attend to in Pyongyang. The President of Korea is my best friend, and I like Asian women - Hell, I'm Asian. So, any business?"

"Well," the Secretary of Defense - an overweight, Southern black woman - began, "there is far too much spending in my department. Do we really need jetpacks, laser rifles, and nuclear octopi?"

The President stared the Secretary of Defense in the eyes. "Listen you cunt, I've got a country to protect. Our good leader Clint Eastwood held back hordes of Demons - I fought to protect our freedom in the War. And you want to become tree-hugging sissies? Not on my watch."

The Bear Ambassador raised his paw. The President pointed to him. "Yes, Mr. Tankmuncher?"

"I have some issues regarding pollution in designated Bear Reservations and-"

"Say no more," the President responded. He opened his drawer and pulled out a small can of oil. He tossed it onto the floor, lit a match, and tossed it onto the can; needless to say, it the corner of the room on fire.

"I will personally burn all of the remaining oil in the world to keep the Bear population safe. Good?"

Tankmuncher sighed. "Yes... Mr. President."

"Good, that's settled," the President replied. He stood up, grabbing his lucky shotgun in the process, and blasted the window out behind him. Then he grabbed his cowboy hat and banjo, and donned them. "Now to Korea. Kim Jong-wong and I need to fuck some bitches. Or my name isn't Minh Taka!"

Non-canon, but funny.

[Individuality-ness]

What's happening now? Am currently on a train, hai.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Am currently on a train, hai.

Good.

[Nude East Ireland]

A 100-year-old Abraham Lincoln bust exploded.

All eyes in the Oval Office turned to the hooker with the RPG, as she ran - naked, might I add - through the office to the President's desk.

"MIRANDA, PUT THE FUCKING RPG DOWN!" The President yelled. He charged in after her, his pants being absent, but his shirt, jacket, and tie all present. He was holding an Uzi, and firing madly; it hit the Secretary of State in the arm twice, and blew a chunk of the Speaker of the House's skull cap off. When the gun ran out of bullets, the President dove over his desk, tackling Miranda and prying the RPG from her hands. He punched her, knocking all of her teeth out in the process. She immediately dropped into unconsciousness.

Standing, the President sighed. "Sorry you all had to see that," he mumbled, tossing the weapons to the side. He sat down at his desk, and straightened his tie. The Cabinet members stared at him in fear.

"Anyways, I have business I need to attend to in Pyongyang. The President of Korea is my best friend, and I like Asian women - Hell, I'm Asian. So, any business?"

"Well," the Secretary of Defense - an overweight, Southern black woman - began, "there is far too much spending in my department. Do we really need jetpacks, laser rifles, and nuclear octopi?"

The President stared the Secretary of Defense in the eyes. "Listen you cunt, I've got a country to protect. Our good leader Clint Eastwood held back hordes of Demons - I fought to protect our freedom in the War. And you want to become tree-hugging sissies? Not on my watch."

The Bear Ambassador raised his paw. The President pointed to him. "Yes, Mr. Tankmuncher?"

"I have some issues regarding pollution in designated Bear Reservations and-"

"Say no more," the President responded. He opened his drawer and pulled out a small can of oil. He tossed it onto the floor, lit a match, and tossed it onto the can; needless to say, it the corner of the room on fire.

"I will personally burn all of the remaining oil in the world to keep the Bear population safe. Good?"

Tankmuncher sighed. "Yes... Mr. President."

"Good, that's settled," the President replied. He stood up, grabbing his lucky shotgun in the process, and blasted the window out behind him. Then he grabbed his cowboy hat and banjo, and donned them. "Now to Korea. Kim Jong-wong and I need to fuck some bitches. Or my name isn't Minh Taka!"

Non-canon, but funny.

Anti-Minh is still alive and in the EH universe, to my own credit.

[AETEN II]

OK Zark, put up the post.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Non-canon, but funny.

Anti-Minh is still alive and in the EH universe, to my own credit.

He's also not American.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Non-canon, but funny.

Anti-Minh is still alive and in the EH universe, to my own credit.

He's currently Vice President of Being Shot Out of Cannons at Taka-Jameson Incorporated.

It keeps him busy.

[Nude East Ireland]

Anti-Minh is still alive and in the EH universe, to my own credit.

He's also not American.

Anti-Minh was born in a Tibetan colony deep within the mythic lands of Utah.

There.

[Nationstatelandsville]

He's also not American.

Anti-Minh was born in a Tibetan colony deep within the mythic lands of Utah.

There.

One day, he burned the entire colony down when he mistook it for one very large beatnik.