Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan sighed loudly and threw an arm around Crowley's shoulder.

"Well, if we die," she said, "at least we die together. By which I mean that I'm taking you down with me, you insufferable cunt."

She frowned, "And I am sorry. I... I get the feeling I know what's about to happen."

"So do I." said Crowley simply and calmly. "I've relived this moment every day for a very long time. Longer than you can even comprehend." Outside the hut, angels smashed into the ground, leaving craters and flame. Out of the fire they would walk out, physically perfect and imposing. Crowley took a deep breath, walking outside. "Alright." Then he blinked. "That's it. That's my plan. Alright, this will be very interesting...Megan, do you trust me?" he asked, turning suddenly to her. "Because right now, I'm going to need your full trust. Our lives very much depend on it. So think about that, pause...and then agree that you trust me, otherwise we'll all die."

Then Crowley started removing his shirt and pants, as well as throwing off his undergarments. "Take off your clothes." he ordered. "I'm going to do something really stupid."

Megan blinked.

"Now, look," she said, "I am, admittedly, not much of a history expert, so I don't know how you do things around here - but don't you think making me strip your presumably deceased wife down while she's pregnant with your baby and, presuming again, is about to die? Doesn't that cross at least a few barriers?"

She frowned, "Oh, right - scruples. Not your style."

Reluctantly, she began to strip. Under normal circumstances, Crowley likely would've turned into a human cartoon and his heart would've visibly bounced up and down out of his ribcage, but these were not normal circumstances.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I have no idea," he replied. "I'm here with my friend Henry and a student - both from FU."

He sighed, and got her out of her chair. "We're investigating events that have occurred at the Taoiseach's summer home here in Hell. Fucking bureaucrats, but these kind of things have an effect on the political process. Er, I digress. We should stick together; things normally go wrong anyways, so being in a group helps when shit hits the fan."

"Summer home? What happened?" Divia asked as Francois released her from the chair. "And is it related to this?" she added, waiving her hand around the room that they were in.

A door next to them opened up, leading them out of the Church. They could see the bar and the schoolhouse again, and could choose their next destination.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Let me correct myself, sir. The magic traces actually don't come from a spell but from a...lifeform. While I did think that the petrification could have also been due to a natural ability of a particular being rather than being a spell I didn't expect to discover that, apparently, such petrification has been carried out by...bacteria."

Hilde promptly dropped the piece of rock down, promptly kicking it away. "We should get out of this place ASAP, unless we want to suffer the same fate as the humans and hellspawn petrified in this room! And take provisions to quarantine the whole town: this thing could easily reproduce and cause an outbreak in the surroundings.

"Why does this sound like a Doctor Who episode?" Said William. "So, where is Francois, then?"

Brazeneck paused. "In the Church, as a matter of fact. We could go there to him. But there was a bar nearby that Eamon had suggested going to - it's possible Francois may be there. Who else came with your group when you came here?" he asked.

[Agritum]

"Why does this sound like a Doctor Who episode?" Said William. "So, where is Francois, then?"

Brazeneck paused. "In the Church, as a matter of fact. We could go there to him. But there was a bar nearby that Eamon had suggested going to - it's possible Francois may be there. Who else came with your group when you came here?" he asked.

"That demon, the religious girl and the Polynesian girl, if I remind well. I don't know where they are, at the moment." Hilde said, pacing away from the infected classroom and beginning to make her way out of the school. "I'd prefer to just leave this damned town before I get petrified, anyways."

[Esternial]

She merely saw the cold, rock floor. There was, however, another door visible at the edges. There was a room that had been dug down there, though the purpose of it was unknown. It was a room that was scarce in any furniture or material, and was merely four walls, a door and a floor. There was, however, a flash of light from behind the door, before the light flickered off.

Henry blinked. "Well...clearly that was something. Is there another party down there? Was there anyone here before I came in?" Henry had been checking a few other town buildings for life or survivors, and had been disappointed to find there were none, so he entered the pub a minute or two after Emi and Fen.

"Not that I'm aware of, Henry, but Emi came into the bar first," Fen replied as she squeezed though the hold and dropped down next to her.

She studied the door from that location, hesitant to approach. "Maybe it's a TV?" She'd seen only one in her entire life, a black and white model that showed Adventures of the Seaspray and The Magic Boomerang reruns around the clock. That "idiot box" flickered constantly, an alien glow that hurt her eyes. Why would anyone stare at such shit?

She looked at the floor to see if it was study and then to Emi. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to press our ears against the wood? But then what? Do you want me to open the door, or do you want to open the door and I smite anything scary with ice?"

"No time to do this delicately" Emi replied, pulling her sword from its sheath and approaching the door and kicked it down with a quick, fluid movement of her body.

[Nude East Ireland]

"I have no idea," he replied. "I'm here with my friend Henry and a student - both from FU."

He sighed, and got her out of her chair. "We're investigating events that have occurred at the Taoiseach's summer home here in Hell. Fucking bureaucrats, but these kind of things have an effect on the political process. Er, I digress. We should stick together; things normally go wrong anyways, so being in a group helps when shit hits the fan."

"Summer home? What happened?" Divia asked as Francois released her from the chair. "And is it related to this?" she added, waiving her hand around the room that they were in.

"Most likely," the Frenchman replied. He grabbed Divia's hand and began leading her to the door. "Let's go, and find the others. They probably need our help or something."

The two headed for the bar, because that is important - most likely. "Maybe they stumbled into the pub for a drink."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Not that I'm aware of, Henry, but Emi came into the bar first," Fen replied as she squeezed though the hold and dropped down next to her.

She studied the door from that location, hesitant to approach. "Maybe it's a TV?" She'd seen only one in her entire life, a black and white model that showed Adventures of the Seaspray and The Magic Boomerang reruns around the clock. That "idiot box" flickered constantly, an alien glow that hurt her eyes. Why would anyone stare at such shit?

She looked at the floor to see if it was study and then to Emi. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to press our ears against the wood? But then what? Do you want me to open the door, or do you want to open the door and I smite anything scary with ice?"

"No time to do this delicately" Emi replied, pulling her sword from its sheath and approaching the door and kicked it down with a quick, fluid movement of her body.

I apologise for my lateness.

First, on the surface, Henry frowned. "Wait...why would a secret passageway in a demon pub not be big enough for a demon to fit through..." A second passed. Then his eyes bulged out and he swore. "Fuck! Fen, Emi, get out of there! It's a trap!"

The hole sealed shut suddenly above them, while Henry stamped on the floor in an effort to break through it and fall into the room with the two girls.

The door was kicked right down by Emi, revealing a sparse room with four doorways, one lightbulb in the centre of the room that sparked on and off. There was a chair at the end of this room (which had a sickly yellow colour due to the light), with a man sitting peacefully in the chair. The man wore knight armour as though he had walked right out of medieval times, and wore a helmet that prevented them from seeing his face. He did not move or make a single bit of noise when they had walked in. Perhaps he was blind, or deaf, or a heavy sleeper.

Or, judging by the revolting scent of rotting flesh in the room, a bit more than asleep.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Summer home? What happened?" Divia asked as Francois released her from the chair. "And is it related to this?" she added, waiving her hand around the room that they were in.

"Most likely," the Frenchman replied. He grabbed Divia's hand and began leading her to the door. "Let's go, and find the others. They probably need our help or something."

The two headed for the bar, because that is important - most likely. "Maybe they stumbled into the pub for a drink."

This is when they'd see a demon stomping on the floor furiously - Divia would recognise him as Henry. See my last post for more detail as to why he's doing this.

[Individuality-ness]

"Most likely," the Frenchman replied. He grabbed Divia's hand and began leading her to the door. "Let's go, and find the others. They probably need our help or something."

The two headed for the bar, because that is important - most likely. "Maybe they stumbled into the pub for a drink."

This is when they'd see a demon stomping on the floor furiously - Divia would recognise him as Henry. See my last post for more detail as to why he's doing this.

Everyone wants to go to the pub, and not that creepy physics lab; I see how it is.

"Henry, what are you doing, stomping on the floor?" Divia cried out, running towards him. "Did something happen?"

[Swith Witherward]

"No time to do this delicately" Emi replied, pulling her sword from its sheath and approaching the door and kicked it down with a quick, fluid movement of her body.

I apologise for my lateness.

First, on the surface, Henry frowned. "Wait...why would a secret passageway in a demon pub not be big enough for a demon to fit through..." A second passed. Then his eyes bulged out and he swore. "Fuck! Fen, Emi, get out of there! It's a trap!"

The hole sealed shut suddenly above them, while Henry stamped on the floor in an effort to break through it and fall into the room with the two girls.

The door was kicked right down by Emi, revealing a sparse room with four doorways, one lightbulb in the centre of the room that sparked on and off. There was a chair at the end of this room (which had a sickly yellow colour due to the light), with a man sitting peacefully in the chair. The man wore knight armour as though he had walked right out of medieval times, and wore a helmet that prevented them from seeing his face. He did not move or make a single bit of noise when they had walked in. Perhaps he was blind, or deaf, or a heavy sleeper.

Or, judging by the revolting scent of rotting flesh in the room, a bit more than asleep.

Emi drew her sword and Fen's eyes widened. "Nooo! Stings!"

Such an expression would make little sense to Emi, never having grown up in a place where kicking down doors in abandoned huts might lead to painful stings from hive-minded insects.

Fen's eyes had widened even further at Henry's shout. Trap was ten times worse than stings. The sparse light from the pub above vanished as the hole closed. Fen's torch light mixed with the intermediate yellow light now coming from the next room.

"Poor knight." Her nose crinkled at the stench. She didn't step foot into the room just yet. Instead, she stared at the knight (and immediately thought of Sir William simply because of Excalibur.) Bodies don't smell like decay when they first die. Shit and piss, yes, but not rot. She imagined the knight might be completely bloated inside the armor, gasses under the skin pressing the lifeless flesh against the cold metal. A dead pig in a pipe. Poke it and the damn thing viciously pops.

"Be careful Emi," she advised.

Fen peered around her to look at the floor under the knight. She'd feel much better if she saw fluids there to indicate a more advanced state of decomposition. "If it's leaking, we're not freaking."

It should be pointed out that Fen's experience with dead things was due to living in an extremely warm climate, and in all likelihood the knight was simply rotting in the cooler confines of the room. However, Fen was running on personal experience and not rational thought. She was also resisting the urge to just walk up to the knight and poke it anyway just to see what would happen.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

This is when they'd see a demon stomping on the floor furiously - Divia would recognise him as Henry. See my last post for more detail as to why he's doing this.

Everyone wants to go to the pub, and not that creepy physics lab; I see how it is.

"Henry, what are you doing, stomping on the floor?" Divia cried out, running towards him. "Did something happen?"

Well, everyone likes pubs. Physics is common there.

"Yes, actually." Henry explained. "The two girls - Fen and Emi - went down there to explore, because there had been a hole in the ground. But after they did, we realised it was a trap and the hole sealed. They're stuck down there now. What are your powers?" he demanded.

[Individuality-ness]

Everyone wants to go to the pub, and not that creepy physics lab; I see how it is.

"Henry, what are you doing, stomping on the floor?" Divia cried out, running towards him. "Did something happen?"

Well, everyone likes pubs. Physics is common there.

"Yes, actually." Henry explained. "The two girls - Fen and Emi - went down there to explore, because there had been a hole in the ground. But after they did, we realised it was a trap and the hole sealed. They're stuck down there now. What are your powers?" he demanded.

"Trap?"

Without thinking, her right hand began to change shape, her fingernails became sharper and harder, and they merged into a sort of claw/scoop. Ignoring what was probably Henry's surprised look, she knelt down and began to claw at the floor, trying to get it to open again, so that they can get Fen and Emi out.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"So do I." said Crowley simply and calmly. "I've relived this moment every day for a very long time. Longer than you can even comprehend." Outside the hut, angels smashed into the ground, leaving craters and flame. Out of the fire they would walk out, physically perfect and imposing. Crowley took a deep breath, walking outside. "Alright." Then he blinked. "That's it. That's my plan. Alright, this will be very interesting...Megan, do you trust me?" he asked, turning suddenly to her. "Because right now, I'm going to need your full trust. Our lives very much depend on it. So think about that, pause...and then agree that you trust me, otherwise we'll all die."

Then Crowley started removing his shirt and pants, as well as throwing off his undergarments. "Take off your clothes." he ordered. "I'm going to do something really stupid."

Megan blinked.

"Now, look," she said, "I am, admittedly, not much of a history expert, so I don't know how you do things around here - but don't you think making me strip your presumably deceased wife down while she's pregnant with your baby and, presuming again, is about to die? Doesn't that cross at least a few barriers?"

She frowned, "Oh, right - scruples. Not your style."

Reluctantly, she began to strip. Under normal circumstances, Crowley likely would've turned into a human cartoon and his heart would've visibly bounced up and down out of his ribcage, but these were not normal circumstances.

"In this time period, it'd be perfectly acceptable for me to rape you whenever I wanted and you had no say in that matter." Crowley retorted. "And you could do the same. Rights aren't a thing right now." He said, taking a breath. "Now-" He grabbed Megan/Leah's non-robotic hand and then she felt them both get lighter and lighter, practically fading away.

And now they appeared in a strange void of bright blood red light, flying through it before landing on solid, rocky ground. The sky remained a bleeding red colour, explosions and thundercracks heard afar. "What the fuck..." Crowley muttered, standing up and shifting between his young and old form, changing without control. If Megan looked at herself, she'd see herself also changing from Leah's form to her own at random intervals.

They heard the sound of horses approaching, and would turn to see a chariot. The chariot stopped next to them, and a dark-skinned Indian man peered down at them. "Well, you're in a shitty position." noted the man.

"Hello, Sanjay." Crowley sighed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Brazeneck paused. "In the Church, as a matter of fact. We could go there to him. But there was a bar nearby that Eamon had suggested going to - it's possible Francois may be there. Who else came with your group when you came here?" he asked.

"That demon, the religious girl and the Polynesian girl, if I remind well. I don't know where they are, at the moment." Hilde said, pacing away from the infected classroom and beginning to make her way out of the school. "I'd prefer to just leave this damned town before I get petrified, anyways."

Brazeneck nodded. "The plan is a good one." he agreed. "Unfortunately, we are under orders from our government not to leave until we know what has happened here. And if the Fae have returned, if it is their doing...then we need to know more."

[Agritum]

"That demon, the religious girl and the Polynesian girl, if I remind well. I don't know where they are, at the moment." Hilde said, pacing away from the infected classroom and beginning to make her way out of the school. "I'd prefer to just leave this damned town before I get petrified, anyways."

Brazeneck nodded. "The plan is a good one." he agreed. "Unfortunately, we are under orders from our government not to leave until we know what has happened here. And if the Fae have returned, if it is their doing...then we need to know more."

"Let's just get out from this school then, Mister Brazeneck. Most likely, your government would dislike to know that one of their top mages got petrified by an unknown bacteria while surveying an hamlet in the butt-hole of Hell." Hilde replied dryly, pulling William along herself: "And you, idiot, follow me!"

[Esternial]

I apologise for my lateness.

First, on the surface, Henry frowned. "Wait...why would a secret passageway in a demon pub not be big enough for a demon to fit through..." A second passed. Then his eyes bulged out and he swore. "Fuck! Fen, Emi, get out of there! It's a trap!"

The hole sealed shut suddenly above them, while Henry stamped on the floor in an effort to break through it and fall into the room with the two girls.

The door was kicked right down by Emi, revealing a sparse room with four doorways, one lightbulb in the centre of the room that sparked on and off. There was a chair at the end of this room (which had a sickly yellow colour due to the light), with a man sitting peacefully in the chair. The man wore knight armour as though he had walked right out of medieval times, and wore a helmet that prevented them from seeing his face. He did not move or make a single bit of noise when they had walked in. Perhaps he was blind, or deaf, or a heavy sleeper.

Or, judging by the revolting scent of rotting flesh in the room, a bit more than asleep.

Emi drew her sword and Fen's eyes widened. "Nooo! Stings!"

Such an expression would make little sense to Emi, never having grown up in a place where kicking down doors in abandoned huts might lead to painful stings from hive-minded insects.

Fen's eyes had widened even further at Henry's shout. Trap was ten times worse than stings. The sparse light from the pub above vanished as the hole closed. Fen's torch light mixed with the intermediate yellow light now coming from the next room.

"Poor knight." Her nose crinkled at the stench. She didn't step foot into the room just yet. Instead, she stared at the knight (and immediately thought of Sir William simply because of Excalibur.) Bodies don't smell like decay when they first die. Shit and piss, yes, but not rot. She imagined the knight might be completely bloated inside the armor, gasses under the skin pressing the lifeless flesh against the cold metal. A dead pig in a pipe. Poke it and the damn thing viciously pops.

"Be careful Emi," she advised.

Fen peered around her to look at the floor under the knight. She'd feel much better if she saw fluids there to indicate a more advanced state of decomposition. "If it's leaking, we're not freaking."

It should be pointed out that Fen's experience with dead things was due to living in an extremely warm climate, and in all likelihood the knight was simply rotting in the cooler confines of the room. However, Fen was running on personal experience and not rational thought. She was also resisting the urge to just walk up to the knight and poke it anyway just to see what would happen.

It was an occupational hazard of a vampire ninja to come into contact with dead things, either actually dead or reanimated through some ritual of the macabre. Shielded in plating, the still knight didn't seem too dangerous to Fen, but Henry's last words echoed in the back of her head.

"Well, if it's a trap, then we better prepare." Emi stated confidently, tilting her blade and placing the sharp edge on the wrist of her free hand before slicing it open, blood slowly gushing out; rather than obey the laws of gravity, it began to wrap itself around Emi's arm like a piece of red rope before solidifying, forming some sort of protective piece of metal plating with a distinctive reddish shine.

[Nude East Ireland]

"That demon, the religious girl and the Polynesian girl, if I remind well. I don't know where they are, at the moment." Hilde said, pacing away from the infected classroom and beginning to make her way out of the school. "I'd prefer to just leave this damned town before I get petrified, anyways."

Brazeneck nodded. "The plan is a good one." he agreed. "Unfortunately, we are under orders from our government not to leave until we know what has happened here. And if the Fae have returned, if it is their doing...then we need to know more."

"Agreed," Francois added. "So, lead the way, Henry."

Eamon sighed. "Yeah, I suppose I'm in too."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Well, everyone likes pubs. Physics is common there.

"Yes, actually." Henry explained. "The two girls - Fen and Emi - went down there to explore, because there had been a hole in the ground. But after they did, we realised it was a trap and the hole sealed. They're stuck down there now. What are your powers?" he demanded.

"Trap?"

Without thinking, her right hand began to change shape, her fingernails became sharper and harder, and they merged into a sort of claw/scoop. Ignoring what was probably Henry's surprised look, she knelt down and began to claw at the floor, trying to get it to open again, so that they can get Fen and Emi out.

Henry watched as they managed to slice through, but the floor collapsed underneath them. They all fell down into the pit, and now above them the ceiling sealed up again. The room was similar to how Henry had recalled it (check back to see my sparse description of the room when Emi and Fen first fell), but there were differences. For one, there was now a flight of stairs that led up somewhere. They heard people walking down this flight of stairs.

They'd see, with some surprise, Alice, Lana and Jade, who I am saying walked down that prior flight of stairs and are incorporated into this subplot so I don't forget about them. Henry frowned. "And who are you?" the demon asked, setting his hand on fire to illuminate the room, but also in case a fight broke out.

[Constaniana]

Brazeneck nodded. "The plan is a good one." he agreed. "Unfortunately, we are under orders from our government not to leave until we know what has happened here. And if the Fae have returned, if it is their doing...then we need to know more."

"Let's just get out from this school then, Mister Brazeneck. Most likely, your government would dislike to know that one of their top mages got petrified by an unknown bacteria while surveying an hamlet in the butt-hole of Hell." Hilde replied dryly, pulling William along herself: "And you, idiot, follow me!"

William grumbled profusely as Hilde dragged him out of the school.

"I would have thought you would have learned manners at some point. I suppose you don't have room for that sort of thing in your brain, since all the space is taken up by ways to skin cute animals alive and racist rants and how to make Volkswagens and whatever else you have up there," He remarked.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan blinked.

"Now, look," she said, "I am, admittedly, not much of a history expert, so I don't know how you do things around here - but don't you think making me strip your presumably deceased wife down while she's pregnant with your baby and, presuming again, is about to die? Doesn't that cross at least a few barriers?"

She frowned, "Oh, right - scruples. Not your style."

Reluctantly, she began to strip. Under normal circumstances, Crowley likely would've turned into a human cartoon and his heart would've visibly bounced up and down out of his ribcage, but these were not normal circumstances.

"In this time period, it'd be perfectly acceptable for me to rape you whenever I wanted and you had no say in that matter." Crowley retorted. "And you could do the same. Rights aren't a thing right now." He said, taking a breath. "Now-" He grabbed Megan/Leah's non-robotic hand and then she felt them both get lighter and lighter, practically fading away.

And now they appeared in a strange void of bright blood red light, flying through it before landing on solid, rocky ground. The sky remained a bleeding red colour, explosions and thundercracks heard afar. "What the fuck..." Crowley muttered, standing up and shifting between his young and old form, changing without control. If Megan looked at herself, she'd see herself also changing from Leah's form to her own at random intervals.

They heard the sound of horses approaching, and would turn to see a chariot. The chariot stopped next to them, and a dark-skinned Indian man peered down at them. "Well, you're in a shitty position." noted the man.

"Hello, Sanjay." Crowley sighed.

Megan's eyes grew about twenty sizes and the veins in her neck became very apparent.

She was not pleased.

"WHAT IN ALL THE FUCKS IS GOING ON?!" she demanded, WHY HAS EVERY BLOODY THING STOPPED MAKING SENSE!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"In this time period, it'd be perfectly acceptable for me to rape you whenever I wanted and you had no say in that matter." Crowley retorted. "And you could do the same. Rights aren't a thing right now." He said, taking a breath. "Now-" He grabbed Megan/Leah's non-robotic hand and then she felt them both get lighter and lighter, practically fading away.

And now they appeared in a strange void of bright blood red light, flying through it before landing on solid, rocky ground. The sky remained a bleeding red colour, explosions and thundercracks heard afar. "What the fuck..." Crowley muttered, standing up and shifting between his young and old form, changing without control. If Megan looked at herself, she'd see herself also changing from Leah's form to her own at random intervals.

They heard the sound of horses approaching, and would turn to see a chariot. The chariot stopped next to them, and a dark-skinned Indian man peered down at them. "Well, you're in a shitty position." noted the man.

"Hello, Sanjay." Crowley sighed.

Megan's eyes grew about twenty sizes and the veins in her neck became very apparent.

She was not pleased.

"WHAT IN ALL THE FUCKS IS GOING ON?!" she demanded, WHY HAS EVERY BLOODY THING STOPPED MAKING SENSE!"

"You forgot your first quotation mark." Sanjay noted, taking a drink. Where did he get this drink? Who the fuck knows? First off, he's Indian, second off -

"You're currently in Crowley's subconscious." Sanjay explained. "I'm here too, but that's because I'm a charioteer. Really, let me explain what occurred out there in the real world - your body was too weak to handle the pressure of being the person hit by all the corruption and angel metal-ly stuff-" Sanjay was a scientist after D's heart, "So Crowley transferred the strain over to himself. So now his body is the one under pressure, as is his mind. In fact, you're inside his brain, his past, whatever. So the damage that will be done to you, Calliel, Richard or Aziraphale will be at an absolute minimum, but he'll take the strain."

Sanjay glanced at Crowley, who had largely faded away now, dispersing from a solid form they had seen back into his subconscious. Sanjay opened a chariot door, inviting Megan to join him in there. Her body would return to its normal state, not the state of his wife's, and Sanjay generously found some spare clothes for her, likely from the same place he found the drink.

"So, I suppose I'll drive you around then." Sanjay noted. "I do that, you know. Drive around people's heads. Read my book sometime, I'm an advisor and observer as much as a driver. This is my job. I've driven around your head a few times as well, found interesting stuff." he said, the horses trotting around the ruined landscape. "There is, however, one concern here. There's another mind in this subconscious, and that worries me. I can't tell who it is. It may be from the androids, but I doubt it. Those things are more animalistic than sentient, they wouldn't dream and hope as we do. But this other mind is very much sentient."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan's eyes grew about twenty sizes and the veins in her neck became very apparent.

She was not pleased.

"WHAT IN ALL THE FUCKS IS GOING ON?!" she demanded, WHY HAS EVERY BLOODY THING STOPPED MAKING SENSE!"

"You forgot your first quotation mark." Sanjay noted, taking a drink. Where did he get this drink? Who the fuck knows? First off, he's Indian, second off -

"You're currently in Crowley's subconscious." Sanjay explained. "I'm here too, but that's because I'm a charioteer. Really, let me explain what occurred out there in the real world - your body was too weak to handle the pressure of being the person hit by all the corruption and angel metal-ly stuff-" Sanjay was a scientist after D's heart, "So Crowley transferred the strain over to himself. So now his body is the one under pressure, as is his mind. In fact, you're inside his brain, his past, whatever. So the damage that will be done to you, Calliel, Richard or Aziraphale will be at an absolute minimum, but he'll take the strain."

Sanjay glanced at Crowley, who had largely faded away now, dispersing from a solid form they had seen back into his subconscious. Sanjay opened a chariot door, inviting Megan to join him in there. Her body would return to its normal state, not the state of his wife's, and Sanjay generously found some spare clothes for her, likely from the same place he found the drink.

"So, I suppose I'll drive you around then." Sanjay noted. "I do that, you know. Drive around people's heads. Read my book sometime, I'm an advisor and observer as much as a driver. This is my job. I've driven around your head a few times as well, found interesting stuff." he said, the horses trotting around the ruined landscape. "There is, however, one concern here. There's another mind in this subconscious, and that worries me. I can't tell who it is. It may be from the androids, but I doubt it. Those things are more animalistic than sentient, they wouldn't dream and hope as we do. But this other mind is very much sentient."

"How fucking metaphorical," Megan muttered, "You know, Aleister, I've always wondered what it would be like in your massive ego. I assume you'll be nailed to a cross by teatime?"

She paused.

"...Did I just say teatime?" she said, choking down vomit.

She threw on the clothes quickly, which, through the power of her own will, were changed from the sultry dress and heels Crowley had automatically supplied to baggy pants and an over-sized green Christmas sweater.

"Bells," she smirked, pointing towards the pattern, "Cute, isn't it?"

With that, she crawled into the chariot, "So. The syphilis has finally gotten into Crowley's brain. I assume you want me to destroy it?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"You forgot your first quotation mark." Sanjay noted, taking a drink. Where did he get this drink? Who the fuck knows? First off, he's Indian, second off -

"You're currently in Crowley's subconscious." Sanjay explained. "I'm here too, but that's because I'm a charioteer. Really, let me explain what occurred out there in the real world - your body was too weak to handle the pressure of being the person hit by all the corruption and angel metal-ly stuff-" Sanjay was a scientist after D's heart, "So Crowley transferred the strain over to himself. So now his body is the one under pressure, as is his mind. In fact, you're inside his brain, his past, whatever. So the damage that will be done to you, Calliel, Richard or Aziraphale will be at an absolute minimum, but he'll take the strain."

Sanjay glanced at Crowley, who had largely faded away now, dispersing from a solid form they had seen back into his subconscious. Sanjay opened a chariot door, inviting Megan to join him in there. Her body would return to its normal state, not the state of his wife's, and Sanjay generously found some spare clothes for her, likely from the same place he found the drink.

"So, I suppose I'll drive you around then." Sanjay noted. "I do that, you know. Drive around people's heads. Read my book sometime, I'm an advisor and observer as much as a driver. This is my job. I've driven around your head a few times as well, found interesting stuff." he said, the horses trotting around the ruined landscape. "There is, however, one concern here. There's another mind in this subconscious, and that worries me. I can't tell who it is. It may be from the androids, but I doubt it. Those things are more animalistic than sentient, they wouldn't dream and hope as we do. But this other mind is very much sentient."

"How fucking metaphorical," Megan muttered, "You know, Aleister, I've always wondered what it would be like in your massive ego. I assume you'll be nailed to a cross by teatime?"

She paused.

"...Did I just say teatime?" she said, choking down vomit.

She threw on the clothes quickly, which, through the power of her own will, were changed from the sultry dress and heels Crowley had automatically supplied to baggy pants and an over-sized green Christmas sweater.

"Bells," she smirked, pointing towards the pattern, "Cute, isn't it?"

With that, she crawled into the chariot, "So. The syphilis has finally gotten into Crowley's brain. I assume you want me to destroy it?"

"Well, let's see. Either we got the angry Irish lady or two very confused angels who'd bollock everything up and end up in a wacky misadventure where they end up having a gay shag. At least with you you'll end up ripping off everyone's hardened cock with your fists." Sanjay accurately summed up. "So I suppose it'd be good for you to destroy this metaphorical syphilis, yes. I'll drive you until we arrive at a random memory. Try not to fuck things up too bad."

The chariot stopped and the door opened. In front of Megan now was Elfen High. Sanjay threw her a cloak of invisibility. "This will keep you invisible long as you wear it, so you don't interrupt any memories. Go ahead and kill any threats coming toward Crowley, by which I mean androids in general. Try not to disrupt the memories too much though."

When Megan would go inside the school, invisible, she'd notice the door to Crowley's office being open. Inside a man had walked in, a very distinctive man.

Aleister Crowley, looking like his modern self but less depressed, glanced up. "Ah, Mr. Jameson. So, tell me - why exactly did you threaten my secretary and make her break down in tears until I agreed to see you?" he asked Lewis, leading into that first job interview.

(Nat, take over Lewis).

[Nationstatelandsville]

"How fucking metaphorical," Megan muttered, "You know, Aleister, I've always wondered what it would be like in your massive ego. I assume you'll be nailed to a cross by teatime?"

She paused.

"...Did I just say teatime?" she said, choking down vomit.

She threw on the clothes quickly, which, through the power of her own will, were changed from the sultry dress and heels Crowley had automatically supplied to baggy pants and an over-sized green Christmas sweater.

"Bells," she smirked, pointing towards the pattern, "Cute, isn't it?"

With that, she crawled into the chariot, "So. The syphilis has finally gotten into Crowley's brain. I assume you want me to destroy it?"

"Well, let's see. Either we got the angry Irish lady or two very confused angels who'd bollock everything up and end up in a wacky misadventure where they end up having a gay shag. At least with you you'll end up ripping off everyone's hardened cock with your fists." Sanjay accurately summed up. "So I suppose it'd be good for you to destroy this metaphorical syphilis, yes. I'll drive you until we arrive at a random memory. Try not to fuck things up too bad."

The chariot stopped and the door opened. In front of Megan now was Elfen High. Sanjay threw her a cloak of invisibility. "This will keep you invisible long as you wear it, so you don't interrupt any memories. Go ahead and kill any threats coming toward Crowley, by which I mean androids in general. Try not to disrupt the memories too much though."

When Megan would go inside the school, invisible, she'd notice the door to Crowley's office being open. Inside a man had walked in, a very distinctive man.

Aleister Crowley, looking like his modern self but less depressed, glanced up. "Ah, Mr. Jameson. So, tell me - why exactly did you threaten my secretary and make her break down in tears until I agreed to see you?" he asked Lewis, leading into that first job interview.

(Nat, take over Lewis).

Megan muttered under her breath about Crowley cribbing shit from Harry Potter again and scanned the room for anything intoxicating that she could take without killing herself.

"Well, sir," Lewis said, affecting a very posh Received Pronunciation accent, "I am mainly here to contemplate the contemplations of the higher mathematicians of our time, as well as the old times, and the future times, and many other such times."

He took a seat and moved one leg into his lap, leaning against his hand and looking just to Crowley's left contemplatively.

"As well to dispense that knowledge to the children of today," he continued, "as well as tomorrow, and, in fact, yesterday. I think, really, the most satisfying thing in life is to pass on- ah, fuck it."

Lewis burst into laughter, mumbling incoherently in broken Kiswahili. Listen, if there are two things in the universe that are inconsistent, it's Aleister Crowley and Lewis Jameson. Did you really expect this memory to play out the same way?

"Which is to say," Lewis said, resuming his actual accent, "I've seen your school. I like it. Seems flammable enough. I wanna' teach here."

[Vesperis]

"Trap?"

Without thinking, her right hand began to change shape, her fingernails became sharper and harder, and they merged into a sort of claw/scoop. Ignoring what was probably Henry's surprised look, she knelt down and began to claw at the floor, trying to get it to open again, so that they can get Fen and Emi out.

Henry watched as they managed to slice through, but the floor collapsed underneath them. They all fell down into the pit, and now above them the ceiling sealed up again. The room was similar to how Henry had recalled it (check back to see my sparse description of the room when Emi and Fen first fell), but there were differences. For one, there was now a flight of stairs that led up somewhere. They heard people walking down this flight of stairs.

They'd see, with some surprise, Alice, Lana and Jade, who I am saying walked down that prior flight of stairs and are incorporated into this subplot so I don't forget about them. Henry frowned. "And who are you?" the demon asked, setting his hand on fire to illuminate the room, but also in case a fight broke out.

Lana walked down the stairs with copious amounts of trepidation. There was no way this crazy world was going to calm down any. But maybe, just maybe, things might get better. She had no idea. However, as they got near the bottom of the stairs. A flame caught on the hand of something she couldn't quite make out. Reason for this being, she had already turned the other direction to make a run for it. Just her luck, however, she tripped on her first step and fell up the stairs with a large amount of profanity in mixed English and Romanian.