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by Constaniana » Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:55 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Apr 09, 2013 5:55 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley teleported them all into the tower, to wherever Anton was.
Which was, by design, where Anton was.
They were located in a massive chamber. Looking up from the balcony where they were, the group could see the sleek, blue metals of Seward Tower expanding high into the air for miles, their view eventually being clouded by black shadows where vision failed from afar. Looking down, the group could see that the balcony floor was see-through, and it was much of the same; miles down until their vision could not extend further. This massive chasm-like area went straight down the centre of Seward Tower, and was the main hub of the structure. Thousands of rails were present around the area, both up and down. On the rails were containers that resembled caskets, bringing supplies back and forth between the many sections and floors of the tower.
Behind them, there was a single, large door. Indeed, Anton was in this massive chamber, but the question was - where? They could spend a good few days looking through the Tower. Eraldo stood for a moment, and sighed. "Well," he began, making his way to the large door. "They'll find out that we're here anyways. All in favour of tanking our way through this bitch?"
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Apr 09, 2013 6:15 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Parnell nodded slowly. He and Eric did nothing to stop the dead from pushing them towards the river, though they also did nothing to save themselves. It was a shame, too - Parnell had been a classical studies major, so he knew exactly what the river was.
by Astrolinium » Tue Apr 09, 2013 6:21 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 2:58 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley teleported them all into the tower, to wherever Anton was.
Which was, by design, where Anton was.
They were located in a massive chamber. Looking up from the balcony where they were, the group could see the sleek, blue metals of Seward Tower expanding high into the air for miles, their view eventually being clouded by black shadows where vision failed from afar. Looking down, the group could see that the balcony floor was see-through, and it was much of the same; miles down until their vision could not extend further. This massive chasm-like area went straight down the centre of Seward Tower, and was the main hub of the structure. Thousands of rails were present around the area, both up and down. On the rails were containers that resembled caskets, bringing supplies back and forth between the many sections and floors of the tower.
Behind them, there was a single, large door. Indeed, Anton was in this massive chamber, but the question was - where? They could spend a good few days looking through the Tower. Eraldo stood for a moment, and sighed. "Well," he began, making his way to the large door. "They'll find out that we're here anyways. All in favour of tanking our way through this bitch?"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 3:17 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Alastor was, needless to say, amused when the three turtles popped out and began scouting the building. He couldn't manage to suppress that and let out a small chuckle, for which he apologized afterwards, saying that it was something he wasn't used to seeing in Hell, or even in Elfen High. Afterwards, he simply followed the ISSR group into the house, watching out for any hostiles. You never know when a sword-wielding summoned turtle may overlook something and leave you unprepared, after all.
When the dwarf was found, the warlord merely raised an eyebrow at the sight, but aside from that, he continued to look around the house, watching out for any enemies that could appear. He paid special attention to the door they had walked in through. You never know when you're going to get backstabbed. That's something you learn very well when you grow up in Hell and have some importance.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 3:27 pm
Esternial wrote:The school was big. No, it was gigantic. This place was like hogwarts, only with more trolls.
The halls were endless, someone were huge and other completely impractical. There were some that shouldn't even be possible with the current laws of physics. Moriarty was a doctor in chemistry, not a physicist, so obviously he didn't give a fuck and kept walking.
Eventually he ended up at the headmaster's office, somehow, and knocked. No answer.
"What kind of a damn school is this? I haven't seen any student this whole time"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Esternial » Wed Apr 10, 2013 3:47 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Esternial wrote:The school was big. No, it was gigantic. This place was like hogwarts, only with more trolls.
The halls were endless, someone were huge and other completely impractical. There were some that shouldn't even be possible with the current laws of physics. Moriarty was a doctor in chemistry, not a physicist, so obviously he didn't give a fuck and kept walking.
Eventually he ended up at the headmaster's office, somehow, and knocked. No answer.
"What kind of a damn school is this? I haven't seen any student this whole time"
A hologram of a Japanese-looking man appeared in front of Moriarty. "Mr. Crowley is not here right now." Daisuke Taka's hologram said. "What can I do for you, Mr. Moriarty?"
by Nude East Ireland » Wed Apr 10, 2013 3:55 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:Which was, by design, where Anton was.
They were located in a massive chamber. Looking up from the balcony where they were, the group could see the sleek, blue metals of Seward Tower expanding high into the air for miles, their view eventually being clouded by black shadows where vision failed from afar. Looking down, the group could see that the balcony floor was see-through, and it was much of the same; miles down until their vision could not extend further. This massive chasm-like area went straight down the centre of Seward Tower, and was the main hub of the structure. Thousands of rails were present around the area, both up and down. On the rails were containers that resembled caskets, bringing supplies back and forth between the many sections and floors of the tower.
Behind them, there was a single, large door. Indeed, Anton was in this massive chamber, but the question was - where? They could spend a good few days looking through the Tower. Eraldo stood for a moment, and sighed. "Well," he began, making his way to the large door. "They'll find out that we're here anyways. All in favour of tanking our way through this bitch?"
Crowley shrugged. "Personally? Completely for it. Violence has worked well in the past." he cracked his knuckles. "Now, let me try this-"
He blasted the door off with a well-timed energy punch right in the centre. "And, if all fails, we can simply start blowing it all up. Anton would survive the blast, I believe in him...but we'll try to keep total deaths low." he sighed.
by Astrolinium » Wed Apr 10, 2013 5:49 pm
Constaniana wrote:Sir Nilark looked around Jacob's dorm room with a neutral expression. "Huh. Oh well. I suppose I should do something with this tree..." He mumbled. "Any of you kids want to keep this?" He asked Jacob and Caspian.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:14 pm
by Condunum » Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:01 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Constaniana wrote:Sir Nilark looked around Jacob's dorm room with a neutral expression. "Huh. Oh well. I suppose I should do something with this tree..." He mumbled. "Any of you kids want to keep this?" He asked Jacob and Caspian.
Caspian stared at Nilark las though the latter was a Vogon. Trying his absolute hardest not to vomit while doing so, he said, "You're... you're Mr. Nilark, aren't you? R-remember my name: Cas- Caspian Lawrence. I am Caspian Lawrence and... I do not want your bloody Christmas tree."
He put his head back between his legs. Forlornly, he shouted, "Seriously, what was that? I think my insides are upside down!"
by Astrolinium » Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:04 pm
by Constaniana » Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:31 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:54 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 7:57 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley stared at the gunmen. His eyes were dark with rage. "Good." he virtually growled, moving closer. "Shoot. Shoot, please. I dare you to fire at me with those guns. Or you can drop the guns now and we can settle this calmly. Your own choice." he said.
Please shoot. he thought. Please shoot right now, so I have an excuse to send this place to hell. Fire, you pricks. Az can't say anything against me if you fire.
by Nude East Ireland » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:01 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley stared at the gunmen. His eyes were dark with rage. "Good." he virtually growled, moving closer. "Shoot. Shoot, please. I dare you to fire at me with those guns. Or you can drop the guns now and we can settle this calmly. Your own choice." he said.
Please shoot. he thought. Please shoot right now, so I have an excuse to send this place to hell. Fire, you pricks. Az can't say anything against me if you fire.
Aziraphale rested his hand gently on Crowley's shoulder.
"Crowley, you need to go home," he said softly, before turning his attention to the soldiers.
"Friends," he began, "you are currently facing Elfen High. It is my understanding that this school is almost single-handedly responsible for bringing down the most powerful and largest empire in Hell's history. It is run by Aleister Crowley, often described as the most powerful wizard in the 21st century. You also face a nightmare god, a sea goddess, and an angel.
We do not want to hurt you, but we can. We can hurt you very badly. Please, do the prudent thing."
by Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:03 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:Aziraphale rested his hand gently on Crowley's shoulder.
"Crowley, you need to go home," he said softly, before turning his attention to the soldiers.
"Friends," he began, "you are currently facing Elfen High. It is my understanding that this school is almost single-handedly responsible for bringing down the most powerful and largest empire in Hell's history. It is run by Aleister Crowley, often described as the most powerful wizard in the 21st century. You also face a nightmare god, a sea goddess, and an angel.
We do not want to hurt you, but we can. We can hurt you very badly. Please, do the prudent thing."
One soldier looked around. "Psst. Jacob..."
The other soldier looked. "Yeah?"
"What should we do?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, he's right. They're Elfen High. We're just... could we really hurt them?"
"I... uh... Fuck, uh, shit." The soldier - Jacob - looked at Az. "Look, uh, just please come with us quietly. None of us want to shoot. Seriously. But it'll be much worse if we let you pass."
by Nude East Ireland » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:08 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:One soldier looked around. "Psst. Jacob..."
The other soldier looked. "Yeah?"
"What should we do?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, he's right. They're Elfen High. We're just... could we really hurt them?"
"I... uh... Fuck, uh, shit." The soldier - Jacob - looked at Az. "Look, uh, just please come with us quietly. None of us want to shoot. Seriously. But it'll be much worse if we let you pass."
Aziraphale smiled.
"We are going to pass, friends," he affirmed, "I suggest that you do not."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:10 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:Aziraphale smiled.
"We are going to pass, friends," he affirmed, "I suggest that you do not."
The soldiers moved aside, aiming their guns at the group. "Jacob, we're going to get tortured!" one of the men yelled.
"Quiet!" Jacob replied. The soldier who yelled, however, fired off a shot at Az. The rest of the soldiers just stood in fear, their guns tightly gripped.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:39 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:The soldiers moved aside, aiming their guns at the group. "Jacob, we're going to get tortured!" one of the men yelled.
"Quiet!" Jacob replied. The soldier who yelled, however, fired off a shot at Az. The rest of the soldiers just stood in fear, their guns tightly gripped.
"And the first shot." Crowley said, slowly moving. "Has been fired."
Then he roared, a sword forming in his hand, Gram. He slammed it down on the floor, the ground smashing up as spikes. Very, very, very sharp spikes. The spikes flew up very precisely in the crotches of the soldiers.
"Thank you for your assistance." Crowley said quietly. "We will now pass."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 9:00 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"And the first shot." Crowley said, slowly moving. "Has been fired."
Then he roared, a sword forming in his hand, Gram. He slammed it down on the floor, the ground smashing up as spikes. Very, very, very sharp spikes. The spikes flew up very precisely in the crotches of the soldiers.
"Thank you for your assistance." Crowley said quietly. "We will now pass."
The bullet became lodged in a thick shield of ice, Aziraphale jumping out of the way in case of further attacks.
He shot a look towards Crowley, his eyes wide (again). He looked like he might start whimpering.
"You did not try to help," he observed, "You just attacked and you did not even think to help..."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Erinkita » Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:52 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Moon Group
They cautiously entered the building after the Kappa scouts had reported that it was indeed a clear sight. "Stay focused and look for something of us-" Horn began.
He was interrupted by Calliel. "Found something."
"Alright," Campbell said. "What's the word, Cal?"
A pause. "That is a shortened version of my name."
"I meant, what did you find?" The building they were in was an ordinary church, but Calliel had walked toward a pew three rows down. He had glanced in and saw a short, bearded man who was wearing battered and bruised armour. The man was lying unconscious underneath a chair, an energy gun in one hand a short sword in the other. His body had wounds everywhere, bright green blood leaking from his face.
"A dwarf." Horn noted in surprise. "Here?" he moved toward the dwarf, ready to apply first aid on it.
by Nude East Ireland » Thu Apr 11, 2013 3:34 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Thu Apr 11, 2013 5:54 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Eraldo nodded. He observed Crowley from afar, his handgun ready for battle. Not necessarily with Crowley, but he still needed to keep that option in mind.
"Of course, Aleister. I understand. It'll give us a moment to slow down and prepare."
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