Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Especially since our shit ends up down there. Good fertilizer, I'd bet." Crowley remarked cheerfully. "Now, only question is to find out who exactly is down here making this farm. This isn't one of ours- we have some, but this isn't it. I can tell, I didn't come to this particular farm and I actually take an interest nowadays. So someone else's fa-"

Crowley ducked just as a shotgun shell flew through the space his head used to be. "Well then. That mystery may soon be revealed."

"Кто ты, черт возьми!?" barked out a voice. A man emerged, holding a shotgun in one hand and wearing a yamaka on his head. His clothing resembled that of a rabbi's.

"Uh, hey there," Alice said. "We're, uh, not enemies. English?"

Eamon, meanwhile, had his gun pointed at the man, ready to fire.

The Russian Jew farmer paused. "English?" he asked in a heavy accent. "I can starat that." he muttered, holding out the shotgun still. "Who are you? What are you sukas doing at my farm, hmm?"

"What the fuck are you doing underneath my school?" Crowley demanded back.

"A school?" the farmer looked genuinely confused. "There's a school above us in the sky?"

"Long story."

"I come here one day, with my family and many friends. We end up in colony of other bednyazhkis who find themselves stuck here. Now I a farmer, working for colony."

[Nude East Ireland]

"Uh, hey there," Alice said. "We're, uh, not enemies. English?"

Eamon, meanwhile, had his gun pointed at the man, ready to fire.

The Russian Jew farmer paused. "English?" he asked in a heavy accent. "I can starat that." he muttered, holding out the shotgun still. "Who are you? What are you sukas doing at my farm, hmm?"

"What the fuck are you doing underneath my school?" Crowley demanded back.

"A school?" the farmer looked genuinely confused. "There's a school above us in the sky?"

"Long story."

"I come here one day, with my family and many friends. We end up in colony of other bednyazhkis who find themselves stuck here. Now I a farmer, working for colony."

"Well this is fucking weird," all the Irish people said in unison.

"When did you get here? What's your name? Where can I get a good taco around these parts?" Francois asked.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Corvallis closed his eyes. "Ah fucking shit." he muttered to himself. He accessed his contacts, sending a text to Alison. "Hey, bitch. I'm sort of stuck down here and fire's blocking my way. Can you help me out somehow before the terrorists burst in here and shoot us all?"

The phone rang, notifying those upstairs that there was a text message. I guess Syria allowed cell towers or something.

Alison took a look, then sent back a response. "What do you need us to do cunt? Save your ass somehow?"

She then turned to Ludo, face still keeping a pretense of calm, even though in reality she was a bit worried. "We need to get out of here. Fire's down below, and Corvallis can't come back up."

Corvallis texted back. "Yes, saving my ass would be highly beneficial. Though I am aware you and and your strap on highly enjoy that area of my body, I would be most grateful if you could save the rest of me as well."

[Individuality-ness]

The phone rang, notifying those upstairs that there was a text message. I guess Syria allowed cell towers or something.

Alison took a look, then sent back a response. "What do you need us to do cunt? Save your ass somehow?"

She then turned to Ludo, face still keeping a pretense of calm, even though in reality she was a bit worried. "We need to get out of here. Fire's down below, and Corvallis can't come back up."

Corvallis texted back. "Yes, saving my ass would be highly beneficial. Though I am aware you and and your strap on highly enjoy that area of my body, I would be most grateful if you could save the rest of me as well."

"Sure, we'll be right down."

I need Liri to post a response to Alison up above before I describe how they get down and save his ass. So let's cut to Corvallis down below:

Soon enough, one could hear a sound coming in from outside the door. It sounded like sirens — perhaps help was on the way?

Some noise could be heard outside of the burning lobby, and suddenly a group of men came in through the door, hoses in hand.

[Constaniana]

Rosalind was a silvertongue. She knew when she was being charmed, and she did not appreciate it in the least bit. No, this Loki was a monstrosity - a corruption, a snake. He was dangerous. Now, he wanted to hurt her. She would never let hurt anyone, not a god, not like he had.

As such, she bit Loki on the nose, scrambling for her knife.

"Fucker!" Loki swore, standing up in annoyance and proceeding to ignore Rosalind from then on. "You try to be nice..." he muttered. "Alright, I'm Loki, but you all probably know that. I'm here to help out Elfen High and repay an old debt. Thor's hammer was...well, it was lost down here." he muttered quietly. "I'd rather not tell Crowley that and I'd rather you not mention to him that that happened. Thor was here once and lost his hammer-"

"Thor came here without our knowledge?" Daisuke cut in.

"Yes, pretty much. Again- I'd rather not bring that up with Crowley himself. But if you could help me find it, that would be very good."

"I knew we'd end up doing this..." Sir Nilark grumbled, sighing a little. "But that seems a bit suspicious to me. Why should we trust you with a magical weapon like Mjölnir? This could entirely be a trap. Besides, if Thor lost his hammer here he wouldn't give up until he found it. So what's he doing right now?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Corvallis texted back. "Yes, saving my ass would be highly beneficial. Though I am aware you and and your strap on highly enjoy that area of my body, I would be most grateful if you could save the rest of me as well."

"Sure, we'll be right down."

I need Liri to post a response to Alison up above before I describe how they get down and save his ass. So let's cut to Corvallis down below:

Soon enough, one could hear a sound coming in from outside the door. It sounded like sirens — perhaps help was on the way?

Some noise could be heard outside of the burning lobby, and suddenly a group of men came in through the door, hoses in hand.

"Ah, brilliant!" Corvallis exclaimed. "Firemen!" he said happily. "Oh, thank you so much, so much for coming." he said, glad that Syria at least had some stability and order. Made sense, as it was the capital and would probably be moderately safe.

[Individuality-ness]

"Sure, we'll be right down."

I need Liri to post a response to Alison up above before I describe how they get down and save his ass. So let's cut to Corvallis down below:

Soon enough, one could hear a sound coming in from outside the door. It sounded like sirens — perhaps help was on the way?

Some noise could be heard outside of the burning lobby, and suddenly a group of men came in through the door, hoses in hand.

"Ah, brilliant!" Corvallis exclaimed. "Firemen!" he said happily. "Oh, thank you so much, so much for coming." he said, glad that Syria at least had some stability and order. Made sense, as it was the capital and would probably be moderately safe.

The men looked at each other. This guy who was happily thanking them (for what?) looked familiar. His face was reminiscent of someone they've seen on the local news... often saying that Sanchez was a terrorist trying to impede on Syrian traditions.

"Who are you?" asked one in a very gruff voice. Strangely enough, they did happen to know English.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The Russian Jew farmer paused. "English?" he asked in a heavy accent. "I can starat that." he muttered, holding out the shotgun still. "Who are you? What are you sukas doing at my farm, hmm?"

"What the fuck are you doing underneath my school?" Crowley demanded back.

"A school?" the farmer looked genuinely confused. "There's a school above us in the sky?"

"Long story."

"I come here one day, with my family and many friends. We end up in colony of other bednyazhkis who find themselves stuck here. Now I a farmer, working for colony."

"Well this is fucking weird," all the Irish people said in unison.

"When did you get here? What's your name? Where can I get a good taco around these parts?" Francois asked.

"I arrive here around 1970, as young man." the old Russian rabbi said. "My name is Vladimir Eynis. Tacos? What are those?" Eynis asked in confusion.

"Never mind that." said Brazeneck. "Take us to your colony, please."

Eynis frowned and shrugged, setting his shotgun aside. "Yes, the Mayor would rather want word with you." he muttered.

Crowley frowned at the rabbi. "You came here as a young man, but you must be at least sixty or seventy. You've been down here forty years?"

"More than forty." said the rabbi. "The air here keeps you strong and alive. You not die very easily. You stay alive long. It is a benefit. I have been here sixty five years maybe and I came here as sixteen. And there were people at colony before I came."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Fucker!" Loki swore, standing up in annoyance and proceeding to ignore Rosalind from then on. "You try to be nice..." he muttered. "Alright, I'm Loki, but you all probably know that. I'm here to help out Elfen High and repay an old debt. Thor's hammer was...well, it was lost down here." he muttered quietly. "I'd rather not tell Crowley that and I'd rather you not mention to him that that happened. Thor was here once and lost his hammer-"

"Thor came here without our knowledge?" Daisuke cut in.

"Yes, pretty much. Again- I'd rather not bring that up with Crowley himself. But if you could help me find it, that would be very good."

"I knew we'd end up doing this..." Sir Nilark grumbled, sighing a little. "But that seems a bit suspicious to me. Why should we trust you with a magical weapon like Mjölnir? This could entirely be a trap. Besides, if Thor lost his hammer here he wouldn't give up until he found it. So what's he doing right now?"

"If you recall, my nephew was grievously injured ten years before. He is now in a wheelchair. He also suffered a serious injury when he was down here and thus cannot leave his bed. I am here to take back Mjolnir for him and find what hurt him so."

[Nude East Ireland]

"Well this is fucking weird," all the Irish people said in unison.

"When did you get here? What's your name? Where can I get a good taco around these parts?" Francois asked.

"I arrive here around 1970, as young man." the old Russian rabbi said. "My name is Vladimir Eynis. Tacos? What are those?" Eynis asked in confusion.

"Never mind that." said Brazeneck. "Take us to your colony, please."

Eynis frowned and shrugged, setting his shotgun aside. "Yes, the Mayor would rather want word with you." he muttered.

Crowley frowned at the rabbi. "You came here as a young man, but you must be at least sixty or seventy. You've been down here forty years?"

"More than forty." said the rabbi. "The air here keeps you strong and alive. You not die very easily. You stay alive long. It is a benefit. I have been here sixty five years maybe and I came here as sixteen. And there were people at colony before I came."

"What can you tell us about this colony?" Francois asked, running next to the rabbi. Eamon, meanwhile, holstered his gun, since at the moment everything seemed safe.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Ah, brilliant!" Corvallis exclaimed. "Firemen!" he said happily. "Oh, thank you so much, so much for coming." he said, glad that Syria at least had some stability and order. Made sense, as it was the capital and would probably be moderately safe.

The men looked at each other. This guy who was happily thanking them (for what?) looked familiar. His face was reminiscent of someone they've seen on the local news... often saying that Sanchez was a terrorist trying to impede on Syrian traditions.

"Who are you?" asked one in a very gruff voice. Strangely enough, they did happen to know English.

"Corvallis Sanchez." he explained. "Thank you so much for doing your duty and your work, I'll have my uncle pay you well for it. Just spray the water over at the blazes at the door- my friends should be coming down soon."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I arrive here around 1970, as young man." the old Russian rabbi said. "My name is Vladimir Eynis. Tacos? What are those?" Eynis asked in confusion.

"Never mind that." said Brazeneck. "Take us to your colony, please."

Eynis frowned and shrugged, setting his shotgun aside. "Yes, the Mayor would rather want word with you." he muttered.

Crowley frowned at the rabbi. "You came here as a young man, but you must be at least sixty or seventy. You've been down here forty years?"

"More than forty." said the rabbi. "The air here keeps you strong and alive. You not die very easily. You stay alive long. It is a benefit. I have been here sixty five years maybe and I came here as sixteen. And there were people at colony before I came."

"What can you tell us about this colony?" Francois asked, running next to the rabbi. Eamon, meanwhile, holstered his gun, since at the moment everything seemed safe.

"At first, it was a Georgian colony. But us Russians came later on, finding ourselves stuck here. We largely join with the Georgians, who had been down here for forty years already. The culture similar enough for us to blend together. Though the Georgian influence remain strong, their language was uprooted by Russian. None speak Georgian well any longer."

"But you speak English." Brazeneck remarked.

"Though not well." Crowley had to add.

"True. I know it because of the Scot. They are here too- small Scottish town whom we friended to fight off the worst creatures here. They had lived here sixty years. Eventually, twenty year ago, we joined them. I not speak their language so good, but children and grandchildren are very good at speaking both Russian and English." he explained.

They walked through some of the forest, glass shards randomly thrown all across the grassy floor. The rocks were massive, but had a faded brown colouring.

[Individuality-ness]

The men looked at each other. This guy who was happily thanking them (for what?) looked familiar. His face was reminiscent of someone they've seen on the local news... often saying that Sanchez was a terrorist trying to impede on Syrian traditions.

"Who are you?" asked one in a very gruff voice. Strangely enough, they did happen to know English.

"Corvallis Sanchez." he explained. "Thank you so much for doing your duty and your work, I'll have my uncle pay you well for it. Just spray the water over at the blazes at the door- my friends should be coming down soon."

Another glance. One of the men whispered to another man who was wearing a black headcover. Corvallis would not have been able to hear what they were whispering, but then again, he wouldn't have understood it even if he could.

Eventually they all turned back, and began to do their work. Much to Corvallis's surprise, they began to spray more fire on the walls, up the staircase, everywhere. They weren't carrying water tanks at all!

The man in the black headdress turned to Corvallis, looking at him with bright, blue eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Sanchez," he said, "but you're a liability. We cannot wait for your friends. Perhaps your uncle will pay money to let you out, eh?"

And with that the man with the black headdress covered Corvallis with a burlap bag, took his arms in a tight grip and dragged him outside. Corvallis would not be able to see the surroundings outside, although he will probably note that it was very hot.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Corvallis Sanchez." he explained. "Thank you so much for doing your duty and your work, I'll have my uncle pay you well for it. Just spray the water over at the blazes at the door- my friends should be coming down soon."

Another glance. One of the men whispered to another man who was wearing a black headcover. Corvallis would not have been able to hear what they were whispering, but then again, he wouldn't have understood it even if he could.

Eventually they all turned back, and began to do their work. Much to Corvallis's surprise, they began to spray more fire on the walls, up the staircase, everywhere. They weren't carrying water tanks at all!

The man in the black headdress turned to Corvallis, looking at him with bright, blue eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Sanchez," he said, "but you're a liability. We cannot wait for your friends. Perhaps your uncle will pay money to let you out, eh?"

And with that the man with the black headdress covered Corvallis with a burlap bag, took his arms in a tight grip and dragged him outside. Corvallis would not be able to see the surroundings outside, although he will probably note that it was very hot.

Corvallis managed to activate a tracking beacon on his contacts, which hopefully the technologically deprived Syrians wouldn't recognise. He sent the signal to Alison, who would now be able to use her own contacts or phone to find where Corvallis was at any given time.

In the meanwhile, he pissed himself.

[Swith Witherward]

As nothing was said to the contrary, I choose to have had Rosalind dangling on Loki's nose by her teeth throughout this exposition.

After a moment too long of being attached to the odious form of a god in desperate need of a shower, both moral and physical, Rosalind released her grip and fell hard into the sand at his feet.

She spat, "And why should we?"

She then realized what she had said and, keeping her eyes locked on Loki, began to crawl back towards Divia.

"Good god." Fen didn't mean Loki - it was simply an expression of her annoyance. She fished through her pocket and found a hanky.

"Here," she offered it to him. Fen was still under the presumption that he was a teacher and now he'd set them a task. Obviously he could be somewhat trusted, maybe. Well, no one was technically dead yet.

She looked at Rosalind. "I don't suppose he tastes very good? But we should do it because we were asked to."

[Constaniana]

"I knew we'd end up doing this..." Sir Nilark grumbled, sighing a little. "But that seems a bit suspicious to me. Why should we trust you with a magical weapon like Mjölnir? This could entirely be a trap. Besides, if Thor lost his hammer here he wouldn't give up until he found it. So what's he doing right now?"

"If you recall, my nephew was grievously injured ten years before. He is now in a wheelchair. He also suffered a serious injury when he was down here and thus cannot leave his bed. I am here to take back Mjolnir for him and find what hurt him so."

"I know Thor's been in a wheelchair ever since King Arthur crippled him. I was there, you know," said William. "Though if his hammer actually is here I suppose it would be a good idea to retrieve it, before some opossum takes a leak on it and gets superpowers or some rubbish like that.

[Nationstatelandsville]

As nothing was said to the contrary, I choose to have had Rosalind dangling on Loki's nose by her teeth throughout this exposition.

After a moment too long of being attached to the odious form of a god in desperate need of a shower, both moral and physical, Rosalind released her grip and fell hard into the sand at his feet.

She spat, "And why should we?"

She then realized what she had said and, keeping her eyes locked on Loki, began to crawl back towards Divia.

"Good god." Fen didn't mean Loki - it was simply an expression of her annoyance. She fished through her pocket and found a hanky.

"Here," she offered it to him. Fen was still under the presumption that he was a teacher and now he'd set them a task. Obviously he could be somewhat trusted, maybe. Well, no one was technically dead yet.

She looked at Rosalind. "I don't suppose he tastes very good? But we should do it because we were asked to."

Rosalind blinked at the weird person, and said nothing.

Who the hell was this person? Why was she trying to talk to her? Rosalind didn't know her - what the fuck did she want? No one ever tried to talk to Rosalind unless they meant harm.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"If you recall, my nephew was grievously injured ten years before. He is now in a wheelchair. He also suffered a serious injury when he was down here and thus cannot leave his bed. I am here to take back Mjolnir for him and find what hurt him so."

"I know Thor's been in a wheelchair ever since King Arthur crippled him. I was there, you know," said William. "Though if his hammer actually is here I suppose it would be a good idea to retrieve it, before some opossum takes a leak on it and gets superpowers or some rubbish like that.

Loki paused and glared at William. "Now that you've said it, I know it's going to happen." he muttered. "Hmm. Perhaps this is a bit of a large group. Daisuke, Ciel, you may go back upstairs, watch the school and so on. The rest of you, best to hang around with me. Also," he gestured at Fen. "This is a new student. I think Crowley would rather I don't traumatise her too much, but I think there was a purpose to the school teleporting her with us. Could be random chance, but I've seen a lot of these random chance incidents in my time and they usually end up being important. So she'll stay with us. New girl, allow me to introduce you. I'm Loki, that's Rosalind, that's Divia, that's Caspian..." he went on, introducing everyone.

"Good, we all know one another now. Let's go on." he said, walking forward with them for half a mile now. If they glanced down, they'd notice a few half-broken rocks laying around the path, and would notice the sand was highly white, almost like snow. It stuck to their shoes, colouring them white.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"What horror is this?" Calliel was aghast at the sights below him.

There was a giant rectangular encampment, surrounded by what appeared to be grey stone walls on which angelic guards were patrolling. Inside were angels, obviously the prisoners of this truly hellish creation, dragging themselves around. The inside of the camp had been churned into thick mud that had spread to smear and stain everything in its path. Worse than the sights was the dreadful stench that rose into the air, it was obvious that there were no sanitary facilities within the compound and the angelic waste had blended into the mud to form a dreadful ooze. Even that failed in sheer awfulness to overcome the sounds of despairing wails and moans from the prisoners within.

Calliel sat down, groaning and holding his head tightly. He blinked again. He was no longer in that dungeon. He was safe, he was freed. Where was he now? He looked around, seeing himself tightly fastened onto a hospital bed, Aziraphale just a few metres away from him on his own bed. "ISSR base, I'm afraid." Rick Sanchez said apologetically, watching them from behind glass. "You guys were going quite badly, and with all the falling angels lately, I figured I needed you here when I saw you two having seizures. I managed to teleport you two out."

Aziraphale would start being stirred awake as well. Calliel turned to his friend. "Are you well?" he asked him quietly in Heaven Latin.

[Nude East Ireland]

"What can you tell us about this colony?" Francois asked, running next to the rabbi. Eamon, meanwhile, holstered his gun, since at the moment everything seemed safe.

"At first, it was a Georgian colony. But us Russians came later on, finding ourselves stuck here. We largely join with the Georgians, who had been down here for forty years already. The culture similar enough for us to blend together. Though the Georgian influence remain strong, their language was uprooted by Russian. None speak Georgian well any longer."

"But you speak English." Brazeneck remarked.

"Though not well." Crowley had to add.

"True. I know it because of the Scot. They are here too- small Scottish town whom we friended to fight off the worst creatures here. They had lived here sixty years. Eventually, twenty year ago, we joined them. I not speak their language so good, but children and grandchildren are very good at speaking both Russian and English." he explained.

They walked through some of the forest, glass shards randomly thrown all across the grassy floor. The rocks were massive, but had a faded brown colouring.

"So, you didn't know there was a school above you?" Eamon asked. "I mean, how did you even get here?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

"What horror is this?" Calliel was aghast at the sights below him.

There was a giant rectangular encampment, surrounded by what appeared to be grey stone walls on which angelic guards were patrolling. Inside were angels, obviously the prisoners of this truly hellish creation, dragging themselves around. The inside of the camp had been churned into thick mud that had spread to smear and stain everything in its path. Worse than the sights was the dreadful stench that rose into the air, it was obvious that there were no sanitary facilities within the compound and the angelic waste had blended into the mud to form a dreadful ooze. Even that failed in sheer awfulness to overcome the sounds of despairing wails and moans from the prisoners within.

Calliel sat down, groaning and holding his head tightly. He blinked again. He was no longer in that dungeon. He was safe, he was freed. Where was he now? He looked around, seeing himself tightly fastened onto a hospital bed, Aziraphale just a few metres away from him on his own bed. "ISSR base, I'm afraid." Rick Sanchez said apologetically, watching them from behind glass. "You guys were going quite badly, and with all the falling angels lately, I figured I needed you here when I saw you two having seizures. I managed to teleport you two out."

Aziraphale would start being stirred awake as well. Calliel turned to his friend. "Are you well?" he asked him quietly in Heaven Latin.

Aziraphale looked over in Calliel's general direction. His gaze was unfocused and unwavering. Blood dripped out of the sides of his lips, black. He was completely naked, his body mutilated and burned. A few stray scraps of metal were stuck in his skin. He was silent.

Darkness.

"YOU WILL BE LIKE US," he said.

With a poof and a horrid scream of pain, he teleported out of his restraints.

"THERE IS NO ESCAPE," he added as he appeared behind Calliel. He wrapped his left arm around Calliel's throat, grabbing the left side of the angel's face with his right, and poking his head around to look at his former friend with blank, blind eyes.

"Help," he whimpered. Suddenly, there was a loud chattering sound. Slowly and methodically, a metal bug dug its way out of the flesh of Aziraphale's right arm and crawled up towards Calliel's face.

That, folks, is why you don't interrupt surgery.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"At first, it was a Georgian colony. But us Russians came later on, finding ourselves stuck here. We largely join with the Georgians, who had been down here for forty years already. The culture similar enough for us to blend together. Though the Georgian influence remain strong, their language was uprooted by Russian. None speak Georgian well any longer."

"But you speak English." Brazeneck remarked.

"Though not well." Crowley had to add.

"True. I know it because of the Scot. They are here too- small Scottish town whom we friended to fight off the worst creatures here. They had lived here sixty years. Eventually, twenty year ago, we joined them. I not speak their language so good, but children and grandchildren are very good at speaking both Russian and English." he explained.

They walked through some of the forest, glass shards randomly thrown all across the grassy floor. The rocks were massive, but had a faded brown colouring.

"So, you didn't know there was a school above you?" Eamon asked. "I mean, how did you even get here?"

"I woke up one day and found myself here." the Russian rabbi explained.

"Random portals opening up, I'd assume." Crowley muttered. "Must have left the school and went to the real world."

They started coming toward a small, bustling town. The factories around it started billowing out smoke. "They've built a civilisation down here." he noted, looking at the signs that were bilingual in English and Russian. He started walking into the town-

And was punched in the face by a pissed off Camelot Knight. "You abandoning son of a bitch!" roared Mordred.

[Nude East Ireland]

"So, you didn't know there was a school above you?" Eamon asked. "I mean, how did you even get here?"

"I woke up one day and found myself here." the Russian rabbi explained.

"Random portals opening up, I'd assume." Crowley muttered. "Must have left the school and went to the real world."

They started coming toward a small, bustling town. The factories around it started billowing out smoke. "They've built a civilisation down here." he noted, looking at the signs that were bilingual in English and Russian. He started walking into the town-

And was punched in the face by a pissed off Camelot Knight. "You abandoning son of a bitch!" roared Mordred.

Mordred was - in turn - punched in the face by Eamon.

"Calm down, asshole," he replied. He glanced at Crowley. "You know him?"

[Liriena]

Corvallis texted back. "Yes, saving my ass would be highly beneficial. Though I am aware you and and your strap on highly enjoy that area of my body, I would be most grateful if you could save the rest of me as well."

"Sure, we'll be right down."

I need Liri to post a response to Alison up above before I describe how they get down and save his ass. So let's cut to Corvallis down below:

Soon enough, one could hear a sound coming in from outside the door. It sounded like sirens — perhaps help was on the way?

Some noise could be heard outside of the burning lobby, and suddenly a group of men came in through the door, hoses in hand.

"Oh...alright!" Ludo was disturbingly enthusiastic, jumping into the air as the gravity that kept her own body on the ground vanished. She was floating, mini-pistol in hand, and soon she was gliding throught the room, towards the nearest window, using her powers to drag Alison along. "Out the window we go! Yay!"

The Jewish interdimensional traveler was giggling and squeeing, like the immature semi-divine being she was, as she crashed through the already pretty ruined window and into the air, many feet above the ground, the heat of the fire suddenly assaulting her pale and sensitive skin. "Ewww...I'm going to get all sweaty..."

She was frowning now, grieving over her undergarments which would most likely be soaked in sweat before she managed to find a place for Alison and herself to land on. Oh, Alison!

With a quick gesture, she pulled the other girl towards her.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I woke up one day and found myself here." the Russian rabbi explained.

"Random portals opening up, I'd assume." Crowley muttered. "Must have left the school and went to the real world."

They started coming toward a small, bustling town. The factories around it started billowing out smoke. "They've built a civilisation down here." he noted, looking at the signs that were bilingual in English and Russian. He started walking into the town-

And was punched in the face by a pissed off Camelot Knight. "You abandoning son of a bitch!" roared Mordred.

Mordred was - in turn - punched in the face by Eamon.

"Calm down, asshole," he replied. He glanced at Crowley. "You know him?"

"I have absolutely no idea." Crowley muttered, standing up a bit. "Who are you?"

Mordred calmed down a bit, standing up slowly. "Ah. You must be the other one. I'm Mordred. I may not have met you in this universe- I thought you were the Crowley of my world, I apologise."

"Apology accepted, I suppose." said a bemused British wizard.

Mordred sighed. "My name is Mordred. I'm king of Camelot. Or was. Your other self abandoned us." he muttered. "In any case, welcome to New Tbilisi. I ended up here after my kingdom was destroyed."