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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 21, 2013 1:37 pm

Nude East Ireland wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley nodded and gave his own sigh. "Good to meet you, and I know Sanchez. Unfortunately. In any case, what are your concerns?" he asked.

Shank sighed. "You're related to Anton Crowley. Close to him, I'd say. I... feel as though perhaps you should distance yourself from his disappearance for a time. Take it easy for a while. Mr. Crowley, I know what it's like to lose a member of my family in a conflict. But you have a country to run. I will handle this conflict. With information from the Lieutenant Fischer in Argentina, my battalion will be engaged against the Thule across the globe. If we're lucky, they don't have bases in Hell or any other world."

He lowered his head for a moment, and licked his lips. He continued to think for a moment, before looking back at Crowley. "Sanchez wouldn't like it, but I'll keep you up-to-date on any information we find in the rubble. I'll also keep you informed as best I can about the engagements with the Thule. If I believe your grandson is somewhere, you'll be the first to know. You have my word."

Crowley nodded. "Thank you for your aid. You have my number, or you can find it. I have Taka and D- I will find yours. Good luck." he said, shaking Shank's hand. Then he popped out of existence and appeared back in Elfen High, his office.

Then he looked at the news and events in Afghanistan.

He would have gone apeshit, but the motorcycle there had already started moving so fast that it ripped open a portal and blazed right into his office. The portal closed before any angels could make their way in.

Crowley looked at the situation. Funny how a motorcycle blaring through his office had calmed him down. Such was his life. "Alright....what happened here?"
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 1:40 pm

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Nude East Ireland wrote:Shank sighed. "You're related to Anton Crowley. Close to him, I'd say. I... feel as though perhaps you should distance yourself from his disappearance for a time. Take it easy for a while. Mr. Crowley, I know what it's like to lose a member of my family in a conflict. But you have a country to run. I will handle this conflict. With information from the Lieutenant Fischer in Argentina, my battalion will be engaged against the Thule across the globe. If we're lucky, they don't have bases in Hell or any other world."

He lowered his head for a moment, and licked his lips. He continued to think for a moment, before looking back at Crowley. "Sanchez wouldn't like it, but I'll keep you up-to-date on any information we find in the rubble. I'll also keep you informed as best I can about the engagements with the Thule. If I believe your grandson is somewhere, you'll be the first to know. You have my word."

Crowley nodded. "Thank you for your aid. You have my number, or you can find it. I have Taka and D- I will find yours. Good luck." he said, shaking Shank's hand. Then he popped out of existence and appeared back in Elfen High, his office.

Then he looked at the news and events in Afghanistan.

He would have gone apeshit, but the motorcycle there had already started moving so fast that it ripped open a portal and blazed right into his office. The portal closed before any angels could make their way in.

Crowley looked at the situation. Funny how a motorcycle blaring through his office had calmed him down. Such was his life. "Alright....what happened here?"

Rosalind jumped onto Crowley, clinging to his neck like a child.

"CROWLEY, THEY'RE SCREAMING!" she cried.

"Screaming?" White laughed.

"But they sound so happy!" Black agreed.

"I think they enjoy it," White nodded.

"Maybe you would too, Lil?" Black offered.

"We can help," White said.

"We will help," Black corrected.
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
- Odin, Hávamál 138-141, the Poetic Edda, as translated by Dan McCoy.

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Postby Nude East Ireland » Sun Apr 21, 2013 1:51 pm

"How the fuck did that happen!?"

"Sir, I-"

"HOW, DAMN IT!?"

The major was red in the face, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He sighed, and stomped his way down the hall. Men moved aside for fear of being trampled to death by Major Fredrick J. Hoover's angry might. He came to a stop at a large metal door, entered it, and then locked it from the inside. He walked to his desk, snatching up his contacts and sliding them in with ease.

He blinked, a line being patched through to Sanchez.

"Sir," he began, after taking a moment to breathe heavily. "We have a problem. The Thule prisoner - the Colonel - has escaped custody. We have no idea how, but he's gone. Our tracking devices have been deactivated. What should we do, sir?"
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Postby Condunum » Sun Apr 21, 2013 1:55 pm

Jacob continued to rip at the vines that were attacking him, his face still retaining a level of overconfidence. And then he heard another roar, and that horn. He shouted back at the horn, "PLANTS AHEAD, USE CAUTION."

Leave it to the American to point this shit out.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:09 pm

Condunum wrote:Jacob continued to rip at the vines that were attacking him, his face still retaining a level of overconfidence. And then he heard another roar, and that horn. He shouted back at the horn, "PLANTS AHEAD, USE CAUTION."

Leave it to the American to point this shit out.

Oh, kid, this is mercy, the universe sighed wearily.

Baa-rumph! the horn cried.

The sound of a horse's hooves echoed across the tunnel, braying the bray of a wild beast as it galloped.

Baa-rumph!

Two hunting dogs agreed with the horse, their hungry cries causing instant defecation in the pants of all mortal men. They clamored for flesh.

Baa-rumph!

With a high-pitched cry, a barn owl with feathers of night and eyes of moon, burst from the shadows and flew straight into Moriarty's face, clawing at his eyes with sharp talons.

Baa-rumph!

A chain suddenly flew from the darkness, wrapping itself around Jacob's wrist and jerking him onto his ass, dragging him deeper into the tunnel. Upon closer inspection, however, it was not a chain of man's hand, but closely woven metal fiber, not unlike a tree root.
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From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Astrolinium » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:15 pm

As Caspian saw Jacob dragged off, he paid no attention to the vine on his crotch, regardless of how much it reminded him of that Japanese art. He shouted, "Jacob!"

He struggled even harder against the vines, though he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was likely no use. He was nothing more than a boy. A stupid, powerless, hairless ape child.

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Eric, ever the bold one, ventured, "Date? I didn't think she was terribly willing... I mean, isn't that myth called the Rape of Persephone for a reason?"
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:19 pm

Astrolinium wrote:As Caspian saw Jacob dragged off, he paid no attention to the vine on his crotch, regardless of how much it reminded him of that Japanese art. He shouted, "Jacob!"

He struggled even harder against the vines, though he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was likely no use. He was nothing more than a boy. A stupid, powerless, hairless ape child.

Baa-rumph!

A rache (lovely name) burst form the tunnel, its muscles lean, its fur dark, its eyes afire, and its bite strong. It smacked the ground with it paws, raised its neck, and howled a proper horror movie howl.

Then it set its glare on Caspain, the veins in its eyes pulsating with rage.

Snapping, it flew at the child's neck.
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Astrolinium » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:22 pm

Somehow, Caspian thought, 'Rache. What a silly name - all it does is make me think of Sherlock Holmes, which distracts from the work of fiction that we are currently a part o-

And then he disappeared into the swirling maelstrom of space and time.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:24 pm

Astrolinium wrote:Somehow, Caspian thought, 'Rache. What a silly name - all it does is make me think of Sherlock Holmes, which distracts from the work of fiction that we are currently a part o-

And then he disappeared into the swirling maelstrom of space and time.

The universe pissed on him as he went.

Fuck you, rache is a fantastic name.

The rache sniffed the air and turned to Moriarty. Its eyes dilated and it charged again.
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:32 pm

"It indeed appears that nobody else is hurt." Alastor said to the others after looking around, his magic wall having faded away once the shrapnel had been stopped. He then continued on downwards, ready to put his powers to good use should another trap spring up. However, at least for the time being, no such thing happened and everyone reached the bottom of the stairwell safely. Once there, he looked around again, also looking up, because hey, no point in being unprepared, and ceiling traps were worth looking out for.

Hearing the priest thank him, the demon warlord merely nodded. "It was my pleasure." He said politely. No point in being rude, and he might as well take every opportunity to spite the stereotype humans had of demons.

When Daniel ordered everyone to form a diamond formation, Alastor wordlessly positioned himself at the rear and then advanced with the group, watching out for traps or anything trying to catch them off-guard.
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Postby Condunum » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:36 pm

Jacob pulled at the chains, trying to rip them off of his wrist or pull his wrist free. Either way, he clawed at them, yanked his arms to his side hard and all that other shit you would expect someone to do when they're panicking from the possibility of tentacle rape.

"FUCKING PLANTS," shouted Jacob, loud enough that he could probably be heard by Caspian where he was.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:37 pm

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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Sanchez sighed. "John Calhoun got gay married to Raphael's son, Malikin. The two of them went off to Azazel's castle and then they had a weird gay moment. Calliel was there too. Then, out of fucking nowhere, Uriel shows up. Then Michael does too. Then some strange magical event happens and Azazel, Calliel, Uriel and Michael all get knocked out and dragged into some parallel dimension, but Calliel is dragged back, but with all of the above's powers."

"Now Calliel has an evil personality and tries to take over the Earth, recruiting both angels and demons to his side. Then, for some reason, we drag Calliel to Heaven. Sobek changes into his girl form and decides to drag all of Heaven into a black hole and-" Sanchez grinned. "Just dicking with you. It'd be incredibly stupid if that actually did happen. Shittiest plot ever."

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Seriously speaking, it has now been ten years since you died. We defeated Azazel, he's dead. Hell is changing and modernising. But I'm assuming you have more specific questions?"

Jade blinked, and then frowned at him as his story went on, until he admitted the lie. "I was more wondering what had happened to Elfen High, of course. And if I got a funeral. I better have, those lazy bastards. I bet Crowley didn't even notice for weeks." It was... almost an unemotional point for her. She honestly didn't care, but at the same time... It would have been nice.

She went to stand up, felt the pull of all the wires, and then relaxed - or appeared to, at least. "Can we get me out of all these wires, maybe?" she asked quietly.

Nude East Ireland wrote:"How the fuck did that happen!?"

"Sir, I-"

"HOW, DAMN IT!?"

The major was red in the face, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He sighed, and stomped his way down the hall. Men moved aside for fear of being trampled to death by Major Fredrick J. Hoover's angry might. He came to a stop at a large metal door, entered it, and then locked it from the inside. He walked to his desk, snatching up his contacts and sliding them in with ease.

He blinked, a line being patched through to Sanchez.

"Sir," he began, after taking a moment to breathe heavily. "We have a problem. The Thule prisoner - the Colonel - has escaped custody. We have no idea how, but he's gone. Our tracking devices have been deactivated. What should we do, sir?"

The wires detached themselves from Jade, in enough time for Sanchez to look at Hoover. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." he said slowly. "I'll talk to Crowley soon about that. Where did he go, what happened and what do you know?" he demanded.

He then glanced at Jade. "Look, I'd give you an update, but things have...progressed. Welcome back to the world. You want to go to Elfen High directly?" he asked.
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Postby Esternial » Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:53 pm

After being assaulted by a flock of owls, which he quickly dealt with by sending a couple of volts through their tiny bodies - producing the pleasant smell of chicken - Moriarty now faced a rabid dog.

"We're in need of some pest control around here" He observed, allowing the mercury to drip off his skin and form a puddle at his feet. As the animal charged, the heavy liquid acted almost on its own accord, forming a thick, flexible fist that flew towards the creature's head.

Moriarty still hadn't moved from his spot. Some rubble falling down from the ceiling was promptly dealt with by a long quicksilver arm.
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Postby Nude East Ireland » Sun Apr 21, 2013 3:47 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:The wires detached themselves from Jade, in enough time for Sanchez to look at Hoover. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." he said slowly. "I'll talk to Crowley soon about that. Where did he go, what happened and what do you know?" he demanded.

"Like I said, the tracking devices are offline. We've got our best men working on that," he replied, as an orderly entered the room and handed Hoover a file. Hoover opened and read the file, sighing.

"He was willing to give up information at first, and told us that their Fuhrer was dead as a result of the explosion. We don't know who their current leader is, or what their plans are now," he continued. "He says they've got a lot more bases around the world, namely in Asia, Africa, and Eastern Europe. Reports from Commander Shepard show that most of their bases in North America are gone, with only a few left in the Rockies. Sergeant Fischer - the rogue Thule agent working with us - has taken control of the Thule bases in South America.

To recap, North America is nearly free, South America is under Fischer's command, while the rest of the world is going to be troublesome without the Colonel to give us information."
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:25 pm

Astrolinium wrote:Eric, ever the bold one, ventured, "Date? I didn't think she was terribly willing... I mean, isn't that myth called the Rape of Persephone for a reason?"

Hades twitched.

"Myth," he affirmed, crushing the cigar he had been removing from his suit. He sighed, burned it in up in the blink of an eye, and took it another. Biting down, it ignited instantly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, before removing it and puffing a cloud of smoke that took the shape of pomegranate seeds.

"Things change," he said, "It's not like one just tricks someone into eating seeds. They tend to notice."

He glanced at Eric, "Let me guess - Classics major, hmm?"
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:25 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley nodded. "Thank you for your aid. You have my number, or you can find it. I have Taka and D- I will find yours. Good luck." he said, shaking Shank's hand. Then he popped out of existence and appeared back in Elfen High, his office.

Then he looked at the news and events in Afghanistan.

He would have gone apeshit, but the motorcycle there had already started moving so fast that it ripped open a portal and blazed right into his office. The portal closed before any angels could make their way in.

Crowley looked at the situation. Funny how a motorcycle blaring through his office had calmed him down. Such was his life. "Alright....what happened here?"

Rosalind jumped onto Crowley, clinging to his neck like a child.

"CROWLEY, THEY'RE SCREAMING!" she cried.

"Screaming?" White laughed.

"But they sound so happy!" Black agreed.

"I think they enjoy it," White nodded.

"Maybe you would too, Lil?" Black offered.

"We can help," White said.

"We will help," Black corrected.

"What do you mean?" Crowley asked sincerely.

"Check in her brain." one of the motorbikers advised, her voice sounding decidedly female.

The other one nodded, his voice that of a deep male's. "Indeed. We will meet again, Mr. Crowley. You may want Aziraphale to give you an update." he said. Then the motorbike started back up, another portal made and then it flew through, portal closing immediately.

Crowley was genuinely concerned over Rosalind, so he placed a hand on her head and sent his mind through into hers, entering her subconcious and seeing Black and White. "You two?" he asked, all four of them now sitting down around a round table.
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Postby Astrolinium » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:27 pm

Eric shook his head. "Music Ed. My husband, though," - he gestured at Parnell - "is."

Parnell smiled affably.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:39 pm

Condunum wrote:Jacob pulled at the chains, trying to rip them off of his wrist or pull his wrist free. Either way, he clawed at them, yanked his arms to his side hard and all that other shit you would expect someone to do when they're panicking from the possibility of tentacle rape.

"FUCKING PLANTS," shouted Jacob, loud enough that he could probably be heard by Caspian where he was.

Tentacles? Oh, dear Jacob, wrong fetish.

BAA-RUMPH! the horn triumphed, far louder than before now that Jacob was practically next to it.

In a moment, he was at the feet of the animals' owner.

The man towered over arm, easily seven feet tall. His skin was as gray as the winter sky, his beard oil-black with veins of snow. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, glowing with ethereal hate. His mouth was opened slightly, displaying a row of yellowed, shark-like teeth. He wore a breastplate only slight darker than his skin over a black undershirt and tights. A chain was wrapped across his left hip and right shoulder, a mighty horn carved from wood by hand in his left palm.

He also had very, very large antlers sticking out of the sides of his head.

He pat his horse affectionately, then attempted to stomp Jacob's skull in.

Esternial wrote:After being assaulted by a flock of owls, which he quickly dealt with by sending a couple of volts through their tiny bodies - producing the pleasant smell of chicken - Moriarty now faced a rabid dog.

"We're in need of some pest control around here" He observed, allowing the mercury to drip off his skin and form a puddle at his feet. As the animal charged, the heavy liquid acted almost on its own accord, forming a thick, flexible fist that flew towards the creature's head.

Moriarty still hadn't moved from his spot. Some rubble falling down from the ceiling was promptly dealt with by a long quicksilver arm.

The rache was thrown away, onto its side.

This only enraged it. It bit straight through the fist as if it were paper, then ducked underneath Moriarty and attempted to bite his testicles off.

Dogs are assholes.

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Nationstatelandsville wrote:Rosalind jumped onto Crowley, clinging to his neck like a child.

"CROWLEY, THEY'RE SCREAMING!" she cried.

"Screaming?" White laughed.

"But they sound so happy!" Black agreed.

"I think they enjoy it," White nodded.

"Maybe you would too, Lil?" Black offered.

"We can help," White said.

"We will help," Black corrected.

"What do you mean?" Crowley asked sincerely.

"Check in her brain." one of the motorbikers advised, her voice sounding decidedly female.

The other one nodded, his voice that of a deep male's. "Indeed. We will meet again, Mr. Crowley. You may want Aziraphale to give you an update." he said. Then the motorbike started back up, another portal made and then it flew through, portal closing immediately.

Crowley was genuinely concerned over Rosalind, so he placed a hand on her head and sent his mind through into hers, entering her subconcious and seeing Black and White. "You two?" he asked, all four of them now sitting down around a round table.

"You sound..." White began.

"Disappointed," Black finished, "What's wrong with some old friends?"

"Enemies," White noted.

"Same thing after a long enough time," Black said.

"Crowley..." Rosalind whispered, scared out of her goddamn mind, grabbing onto Crowley's arm, "who are they?"

"Black!" White said.

"And White!" Black added, "But we don't like to bring race into these things."

"It's insensitive," White said.

Astrolinium wrote:Eric shook his head. "Music Ed. My husband, though," - he gestured at Parnell - "is."

Parnell smiled affably.

"Apollo," Hades observed with a nod, "Fine man."

A notice appeared in the displays of Eric and Parnell's helmets, akin to the eye-mails - "P, you and I are going after target. E, stay with my body. Putting HAL in charge. Keep him from saying stpd shit."

"Parnell," D suddenly said, "Go fetch us coffee, will you?"

"Gin," Hades said.
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From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
- Odin, Hávamál 138-141, the Poetic Edda, as translated by Dan McCoy.

I enjoy meta-humor and self-deprecation. Annoying, right?

Goodbye.

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Postby Astrolinium » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:43 pm

Eric nodded. "Never met him, of course - was hoping to do it before I died, but, well, already done that once, so I suppose it's whatever."

Parnell nodded and walked off, totally unsure of where coffee might happen to be.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:48 pm

Crowley sighed. "Rosalind, these two are what we call 'cunts'." he said. "They're trying to scare you. But..."

Crowley snapped his fingers and suddenly Black and White looked just like two small adorable cats. With squeaky voices. And then they all had a cup of tea in their hands, because Crowley's British.

Crowley took a sip. "They're only scary if you let them be, Rosalind." he said with surprising gentleness. "Look at them- now they aren't scary anymore, are they? Rosalind, what is the least scary thing you can imagine?"
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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.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:56 pm

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"It indeed appears that nobody else is hurt." Alastor said to the others after looking around, his magic wall having faded away once the shrapnel had been stopped. He then continued on downwards, ready to put his powers to good use should another trap spring up. However, at least for the time being, no such thing happened and everyone reached the bottom of the stairwell safely. Once there, he looked around again, also looking up, because hey, no point in being unprepared, and ceiling traps were worth looking out for.

Hearing the priest thank him, the demon warlord merely nodded. "It was my pleasure." He said politely. No point in being rude, and he might as well take every opportunity to spite the stereotype humans had of demons.

When Daniel ordered everyone to form a diamond formation, Alastor wordlessly positioned himself at the rear and then advanced with the group, watching out for traps or anything trying to catch them off-guard.

Calliel entered into the diamond position, as did the dwarf and the ISSR guards. They slowly kept walking on, on the lookout for more explosives. Then they heard the sounds of construction, and the tunnel went downward slightly.

Though it was risky, they decided to stick to the sides and go in, trying to remain hidden.

When they entered the chamber, they realised it was impossible to stay hidden- light was everywhere and it was a very wide open space, but nobody paid mind.

Entering the new chamber, they saw dozens of dwarfs and angels just mining in the tunnel, digging through the ground or the walls, looking for something. It was a brightly light room and the group was in plain sight- but nobody seemed to pay them any mind. One angel even, carrying a few diamonds, walked directly past Alastor, not alarmed at the demon.

It was eerie in how silent it was. No noise, none at all.

The angels and dwarfs were using tools of all eras- shovels to bulldozers, just expanding the tunnel and chamber further, digging up and to the sides and focusing absolutely on their job.

"This is bizarre..." Calliel said quietly. "I have never seen this. They know we're here, they must, they can see us and they're walking by us. But...they're doing nothing about it." the angel seemed genuinely puzzled.
Hi! I'm Khan, your local misanthropic Indian.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith.
P2TM RP Discussion Thread
If you want a good rp, read this shit.
Tiami is cool.
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.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:56 pm

Astrolinium wrote:Eric nodded. "Never met him, of course - was hoping to do it before I died, but, well, already done that once, so I suppose it's whatever."

Parnell nodded and walked off, totally unsure of where coffee might happen to be.

"Ah, yes," Hades said with a nod, "I thought I smelled it on you."

He turned to D.

"And that one," he noted, "Oh, that's a very interesting smell on that one."

D suddenly jerked.

"SMELL YOURSELF!" "D" snapped.

"Pardon?" Hades gagged.



Parnell rather unexpectedly found himself in front of a small space, in an otherwise vacant room.

"Crack the lock," D's soul ordered, appearing next to Parnell.

Upon closer inspection, Parnell would find there were no numbers, but Greek letters instead.

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley sighed. "Rosalind, these two are what we call 'cunts'." he said. "They're trying to scare you. But..."

Crowley snapped his fingers and suddenly Black and White looked just like two small adorable cats. With squeaky voices. And then they all had a cup of tea in their hands, because Crowley's British.

Crowley took a sip. "They're only scary if you let them be, Rosalind." he said with surprising gentleness. "Look at them- now they aren't scary anymore, are they? Rosalind, what is the least scary thing you can imagine?"

Rosalind smiled a bit.

"Aleister Crowley," she said. Whether serious or fucking with him was hard to tell.
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
- Odin, Hávamál 138-141, the Poetic Edda, as translated by Dan McCoy.

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Postby Astrolinium » Sun Apr 21, 2013 6:01 pm

Eric, slightly panicky, elbowed D in the stomach.

"Sorry," he said in a rather rushed fashion.

"My colleague gets very antsy without his coffee. I do hope Parnell hurries back."




Parnell sighed. "Oh, god bless it," he muttered under his breath.

He tried entering Περσεφόνη into the lock.
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Postby Condunum » Sun Apr 21, 2013 6:09 pm

Jacob rolled to the side, away from the stomping foot, which landed just a few inches from his face. He could feel the vibrations in his cheek. Fuck, that is a strong foot, he thought to himself. He quickly moved himself to the side, a bit further from the monstrous creature.

He pressed his hand to the ground in an almost instinctual action, and concentrated on that for a split second. Rock, already weak and easy to move, quickly formed on his hand in a fist. He didn't actually intend to use it more than once, if at all.

He lept to his feet, and thrust his fist at the monstrous being's stomach, not at all thinking this action would work.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 21, 2013 6:19 pm

Crowley raised an eyebrow, but seemed to roll with it. "Alright then." he said.

Black and White transformed into copies of Aleister Crowley. Now there were three Crowleys sitting around the table, sipping tea. "You know," one said. "This could use more sugar."

"Fuck off, this tea is great." the original barked.

The real Crowley waved at the other two and they disappeared. He looked at Rosalind. "They're trying to scare you, but this is your mind. Now I'm going to bring them back, OK? I want you to think about the funny things again and try to turn Black and White into those. Your fears won't be scary if you can make them funny."
Hi! I'm Khan, your local misanthropic Indian.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith.
P2TM RP Discussion Thread
If you want a good rp, read this shit.
Tiami is cool.
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.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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