Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Constaniana]

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.

[Nationstatelandsville]

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?"

"I do not understand," Aziraphale said in his grimmest voice possible, "I see no female dogs here. Friend Sari-chan is a cat. Why would we 'tank' her?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

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.

The three fell in the river and found that D's armor did exactly what armor does - protected them.

However, the dwellers of the Field were having none of that, so they reached down at the three, grabbed their helmets, and attempted to tear them off. In doing so, a splash of water was knocked into Eric's mouth.

He no longer remembered the first time he met Parnell, a fact he was painfully aware of. He could feel the waters tearing at him despite their serenity, ripping away, hungry for his soul and memories.

The Lethe wanted to drown him.

[Astrolinium]

Eric's eyes widened and he reached out for Parnell, wrapping his arms around him. His eyes were scared. Scared and angry. The waters should have taken it all, but no, they'd taken something very, very important, and now he was angry. That was the first in a series of memories he held most dear, and now he was angry at the water. So he began to sing, filled with anger - if anger tempered by the effects of the field. Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble. He was going to try and boil the goddamn River Lethe.

Meanwhile, Parnell, having been awakened a bit by his husband's anger, began to shoot fire at the manes, hoping that he would somehow burn them, or at least stave them off.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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?"

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.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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.

The dwarf started to cough and glanced around at the group. "Mixed group." he noted. "Humans, primarily soldiers. One priest, one female warrior? No, summoner. One angel soldier. One demon lord." he said, quickly and accurately summarising the group. "Not the greatest of armies. Why are you here? What do you know?"

"We came because the angel settlement had been-" Calliel began, when the dwarf groaned.

"What a failure...what a failure...if only we had taken precautions...our fault, all our fault..."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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?"

[Esternial]

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?"

"Holy-"

The sudden appearance of the Asian managed to startle him, in fact Jacob even peed a little when it appeared. Just his luck. First he had to run into the overly exaggerated Mexican stereotype who came from outer space, now he stumbles upon an Asian being projected by state-of-the-art technology he probably put together himself. Quickly he checked his pocket to make sure his watch wasn't nicked by some black hoodlum.

"I'm the new Chemistry teacher in this...ehh...school" He said, eye-balling the Asian hologram.

[Nude East Ireland]

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.

The door flew off, smashing into the far wall. Immediately, an alarm went off. Several Thule soldiers appeared in the room, their guns raised.

"STOP! WE'LL SHOOT!" one of them yelled.

---

"My Fuhrer, there's been an emergency."

The Fuhrer sighed. He was a middle-aged man, with grey hair and wrinkles all over his face. He wore a plain grey suit, with no armband or any sign of Nazism. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed his temples.

"My Fuhrer?" the Colonel asked, sitting up in his chair. The Fuhrer stood from behind his desk, and walked to the nearby window. He thought for a moment, pondering the situation. "Hell," he muttered. Turning the the Colonel, the Fuhrer gave a weak smile. "I... can't say I didn't expect it to end like this. You know, Colonel?"

The Colonel was a bit confused. "Sir?" he replied.

The Fuhrer closed his eyes. For a good few minutes, before opening them again. "Colonel, when I took over as leader of the Thule Society, I thought I could change things. I thought the world wasn't as bad as my predecessor thought. I thought that maybe I could help the world by moving into the light, and now dwelling the shadows slowly spinning the globe as I saw fit. But things have... well... I only wish I had kept a better eye on-"

The door opened.

The Colonel and the Fuhrer were both silent. A decorated officer entered the officer, and stood in front of the two. The Colonel saluted the officer, as did the Fuhrer. The officer smirked, and then fell into a cushioned seat.

"How goes the project?" the Fuhrer asked.

The officer sighed. "Well enough. I hear there's been an emergency."

The two were silent.

"Well...?" the officer spoke up.

The Colonel sighed. "Yes, Mr. Crowley is in the Tower."

"Well, shit."

"It will be alright," the Fuhrer replied. "We just need to retreat."

The officer was quiet for a moment, but then stood up. "Actually, I have a better idea," he said. He walked to the Fuhrer, and began to stare him down. "I think that I should take Anton with me, and relocate to another base. Somewhere more hidden. You, on the other hand, should stay here and make them think that the Society is no longer a threat."

The Fuhrer was nervously silent. The officer grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him close. "Hear what I said, Blackwood? Or are you being a pussy like always?"

"Look, the Fuhrer is-"

"THE FUHRER IS A SACKLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" the officer replied. He turned to the Fuhrer, drawing his pistol. "And his time's run out."

BANG!

There was a eerie silence. The Fuhrer took a moment to realise what had happened, before dropping dead onto the ground. The Colonel looked in horror, as the officer smirked. "Very good," he said, turning to the Colonel. "Now then, I have a task that even your simple mind can handle."

The Colonel was silent. The officer walked closer, his smirk disappearing.

"Kill Aleister Crowley."

[Astrolinium]

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!"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Alastor was admittedly impressed with the dwarf's accurate assessment of their team. However, there were more important things to talk about right now, so he did.

"Calm down, my friend. We're here to help, but we were sent in blindly, so we will need information. First of all, tell us everything you know. Then perhaps we will have a chance at doing something about this." He said.

[Condunum]

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!"

"Ah, Mister Nilark, you're going to have to pardon Caspian... He's had a really rough time so at and is having a hard time adjusting." Said Jacob as he knelt down to Caspian, rubbing his back softly.

"It's alright, Caspian. we're safer here."

[Astrolinium]

Caspian actually looked around and saw that he was in Jacob's room. He said, clutching his stomach, "Ah, so we are. Could I get some... is there anything you're supposed to do when you feel like you're about to vomit that helps stop that from happening? I could use some of that right now, because I'm having some... trouble holding things down."

The teleportation had not been kind to him at all; it was often a cruel mistress to first timers.

[Constaniana]

"Well, some anti stomach acid pills might help, although it could be too late for those to work. Maybe you should just run for the neatest toilet or dust bin so you don't throw up all over the place," Mr. Nilark suggested.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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.

[Nationstatelandsville]

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."

[Nude East Ireland]

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."

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."

[Nationstatelandsville]

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."

Aziraphale smiled.

"We are going to pass, friends," he affirmed, "I suggest that you do not."

[Nude East Ireland]

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."

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.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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.

"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."

[Nationstatelandsville]

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."

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..."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"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..."

Crowley paused, realising what he had done.

What the hell is happening to me? Is it just anger at Sanchez and Megan or...what the hell is happening?

"I can heal them later." Crowley said, trying to justify his actions. "We need to get Anton first. That's the first priority. Everything else can be discussed later..." he gave a sigh. "Eraldo, pardon me while I heal those soldiers. We can get Anton as soon as this is done..."

[Erinkita]

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.

Sisitu moved in cautiously while her kappa rushed back to meet her. Churches made her uncomfortable. She had the same primate fight-or-flight reaction to places of worship as she did to low-pitched tiger noises. Interesting how instincts could be co-opted by life.
"So," she said, summing up "We have a town apparently deserted, except for one gravely injured individual from a species which doesn't belong here. We also have something that makes a very loud and uncomfortable noise, perfect to disorient us and make us vulnerable to attack, but no attack comes. Anyone able to make sense of this?"

[Nude East Ireland]

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."

[Nationstatelandsville]

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."

Aziraphale simply stood there, smiling vacantly and swaying a bit, impatient.

"Friend Eraldo," he said after a moment, turning to face the man, "you are a 'detective', yes? I have read of you in some accounts written by second-life humans. Your profession seems to be quite popular in mahvehs. Are you in mahvehs, friend Eraldo?"

His brow furrowed.

"And how exactly do you whistle?" he continued, "The record I read dissolved into strange phrases I did not understand after mentioning whistling."