Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nude East Ireland]

That is to say that Aziraphale squirmed out of the ice troll's grip and jumped away from it, waiting for it to collide it with the wall and knock itself out. Assuming that didn't work, he was waiting with his sword.

The ice troll smashed through the wall, creating a large gap. It was unharmed, however, and turned to face Aziraphale. It roared, and approached the Angel with its gauntlet blade ready.

Yuzuki blasted the ice troll with magic bullets in a shotgun-like spray. She instinctively drew her katana and pionted it at the beast. She didn't bother with her armor, she figured she wouldn't need it yet. Save it for the Colonel bastard.

When the ice troll attacked, S.A.M.M.E. immediately began pummeling it with her energy blasts and activated her near-invisible energy shield which coated the outside of the suit like a layer of magical skin.

The troll was hit by a barrage of blasts and bullets, but it held strong against the attacks. Th beast stepped back to create space for the two attackers, readying its blade.

The Colonel continued doing paperwork, not bothering to look up. "Sergeant Fischer," he said. "I believe you've earned that promotion. Once these fools are dead we can continue on with our operations."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"But, Lord Sergeant Merrygold Fischer," Aziraphale said, pouting a bit, "this Colonel is a very bad man. I do not think you are a bad man. Why would you serve a bad man if you are not yourself bad? You could rebel and try to defeat him, or simply get on your trusty horse and slay the dastardly windmills of Argentina. Or communist llamas, as it were. The world always needs knights errant, from what I gather. You could take the bellhop as your plucky sidekick!"

The Sergeant shrugged. "If I don't work for him, I'll be worse off than I was before - when I was living on the streets as an urchin."

Then the PCs were all shoved into the APC. It was crammed and smelled like shit, but it was pretty well-made. After a few minutes of uncomfortable riding, the APC slowed and then stopped. The door opened, and the Sergeant exited first. He escorted the PCs out, where they found themselves in a docking bay of sorts. The warehouse door closed, and a large number of soldiers made it known to the PCs that they were outnumbered.

The Sergeant led the group down the hallway from the loading dock, towards a less-dingy part of the warehouse. To be honest, it was more like a military base.

They came to an office, where Sergeant Fischer sat down, his SMG still at his side and ready for use. The man James had freed earlier - Eraldo - was strapped to the wall, beaten and bloody. At the far side of the room was the Colonel, who sat at his desk filling out paperwork. He looked up, and nodded to the group - namely Crowley.

"Welcome to my base," he said quietly.

Crowley glanced up now, finally, from his DS, having now collected every Pokemon. He was proud of himself. He looked at the Colonel. "Excellent. We got suspense building up now. You're doing it much better, I always believed in you."

Then he turned very serious. "Now, tell me where my nephew is or I will have to kill you. Tortuously."

[Nude East Ireland]

The Sergeant shrugged. "If I don't work for him, I'll be worse off than I was before - when I was living on the streets as an urchin."

Then the PCs were all shoved into the APC. It was crammed and smelled like shit, but it was pretty well-made. After a few minutes of uncomfortable riding, the APC slowed and then stopped. The door opened, and the Sergeant exited first. He escorted the PCs out, where they found themselves in a docking bay of sorts. The warehouse door closed, and a large number of soldiers made it known to the PCs that they were outnumbered.

The Sergeant led the group down the hallway from the loading dock, towards a less-dingy part of the warehouse. To be honest, it was more like a military base.

They came to an office, where Sergeant Fischer sat down, his SMG still at his side and ready for use. The man James had freed earlier - Eraldo - was strapped to the wall, beaten and bloody. At the far side of the room was the Colonel, who sat at his desk filling out paperwork. He looked up, and nodded to the group - namely Crowley.

"Welcome to my base," he said quietly.

Crowley glanced up now, finally, from his DS, having now collected every Pokemon. He was proud of himself. He looked at the Colonel. "Excellent. We got suspense building up now. You're doing it much better, I always believed in you."

Then he turned very serious. "Now, tell me where my nephew is or I will have to kill you. Tortuously."

The Colonel looked up from his paperwork.

"Ah, yes. I nearly forgot about Mr. Crowley," he replied, straightening his reading glasses. "I'm sure that you're worried. But fret not - Anton Crowley will not be harmed. If everything goes as planned we will return him to you within, oh, a week. Please, relax. Would you enjoy some bourbon? Or vodka?" He lifted up a bottle from underneath his desk. "Personally, I prefer whiskey."

The Colonel poured himself a drink and created some ice cubes. He smiled, and took a sip.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley glanced up now, finally, from his DS, having now collected every Pokemon. He was proud of himself. He looked at the Colonel. "Excellent. We got suspense building up now. You're doing it much better, I always believed in you."

Then he turned very serious. "Now, tell me where my nephew is or I will have to kill you. Tortuously."

The Colonel looked up from his paperwork.

"Ah, yes. I nearly forgot about Mr. Crowley," he replied, straightening his reading glasses. "I'm sure that you're worried. But fret not - Anton Crowley will not be harmed. If everything goes as planned we will return him to you within, oh, a week. Please, relax. Would you enjoy some bourbon? Or vodka?" He lifted up a bottle from underneath his desk. "Personally, I prefer whiskey."

The Colonel poured himself a drink and created some ice cubes. He smiled, and took a sip.

"I appreciate the offer, but I brought my own." he said, a glass of wine popping into his hand. "Now, what exactly are you doing with my nephew? You're a bright lad, I'd appreciate not having to murder you, but you'd push my hand. Also, will you take these goddamn Nazi trolls away? They're very disruptive toward the conversation."

[Nude East Ireland]

The Colonel looked up from his paperwork.

"Ah, yes. I nearly forgot about Mr. Crowley," he replied, straightening his reading glasses. "I'm sure that you're worried. But fret not - Anton Crowley will not be harmed. If everything goes as planned we will return him to you within, oh, a week. Please, relax. Would you enjoy some bourbon? Or vodka?" He lifted up a bottle from underneath his desk. "Personally, I prefer whiskey."

The Colonel poured himself a drink and created some ice cubes. He smiled, and took a sip.

"I appreciate the offer, but I brought my own." he said, a glass of wine popping into his hand. "Now, what exactly are you doing with my nephew? You're a bright lad, I'd appreciate not having to murder you, but you'd push my hand. Also, will you take these goddamn Nazi trolls away? They're very disruptive toward the conversation."

The Colonel sighed.

He and Crowley were in another room, suddenly. The room was entirely white, with two white leather armchairs for the two. The Colonel took a seat, sipping from his drink. "Better?" he asked. He didn't care for an answer. "Well, it doesn't matter. I think it is. Don't bother trying to use magic here either, because this room is blocked. More so than my penthouse was, too. It's a special secret that we've carried with us for years - the Society, I mean. But all in good time. So... what will sway you, Mr. Crowley? Money? Power? We can provide anything you'd ever want in this world."

[Mavorpen]

Eris was bored. She was so very bored. Since her favorite playmates were either out on the "adventure" or in the simulation, she didn't have much to do. And to make matters worse, that annoying voice was back. Let's go destroy a city, it called out in the back of her mind. She sighed. "Shut up, Enyo..." she muttered to herself. And so, she simply wandered the halls of Elfen High.

She then bumped into Divia, who was for whatever reason running through the hallway while screaming. Eris simply watched her as Divia ran past her, then appeared next to her, floating beside Divia as she ran through the hallway. "What's with you?" she simply asked.

"The... the... the horror..." Divia gasped out. She couldn't explain exactly what she saw -- how does one describe something oh so horrible? She had never seen anything like it.

NSG is a horrible place. She was not prepared for it.

Eris paused a moment to think for a few seconds. She then asked, "Let me guess, you found something on the internet?" She put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Are you a masochist?" Eris was being totally sincere when she said this. She couldn't fathom why someone would willingly visit that horrible place that is the internet. Sure, it was useful, even for the goddess of chaos, but she tried to avoid it as much as she could.

[Nationstatelandsville]

She shrugged.

"They're big kids," she said, "They can take care of themselves for one night.

I don't think you're the best to dish out parenting advise, Callahan."

"No, I'm not." James conceded. "But I do know post-traumatic stress disorder when I see it. Rosalind is anorexic and shy, but also way too quick to trust anyone offering help. Franklin not only spends his entire time in his lab tinkering with gadgets and weapons of war, but he also hates you with a burning passion." In his loins, but he figured saying that would do more harm than good at this point.

He turned his head to Sanchez. "I hope - Nay, pray - That you two never have children and that you don't die, Sanchez, considering the way she treats the products of her first marriage."

"Rosalind does not adhere to human physiology, you know nothing about my relationship with D, and the last two therapists I got for him end up disintegrated. Yes, I mean that scientifically.

So I'm so fucking sorry that my children were in Crowley's war. I'm so fucking sorry that the average person is terrified of them. But, most of all James, you glorious caretaking genius, I'm so fucking sorry that I can't magically fix all of their problems."

She smiled.

"I'd honestly be offended by your stupidity if I respected you," she4 said.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"No, I'm not." James conceded. "But I do know post-traumatic stress disorder when I see it. Rosalind is anorexic and shy, but also way too quick to trust anyone offering help. Franklin not only spends his entire time in his lab tinkering with gadgets and weapons of war, but he also hates you with a burning passion." In his loins, but he figured saying that would do more harm than good at this point.

He turned his head to Sanchez. "I hope - Nay, pray - That you two never have children and that you don't die, Sanchez, considering the way she treats the products of her first marriage."

"Rosalind does not adhere to human physiology, you know nothing about my relationship with D, and the last two therapists I got for him end up disintegrated. Yes, I mean that scientifically.

So I'm so fucking sorry that my children were in Crowley's war. I'm so fucking sorry that the average person is terrified of them. But, most of all James, you glorious caretaking genius, I'm so fucking sorry that I can't magically fix all of their problems."

She smiled.

"I'd honestly be offended by your stupidity if I respected you," she4 said.

Shung nodded to Sanchez, the silent guy version of "Good catch."

Sanchez cleared his throat. "In any case, while circumstances are changing, we need to see if Callahan is honestly worth keeping around." he said. "He seems to have a remarkable ability to alienate any and all allies, so that does not work in his favour well..." Sanchez seemed to be thinking something over.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daniel took a deep breath, sticking low to the roof of the car. He drew a Colt 1911 from within his cassock; the priest rarely went unarmed since Uriel had started trying to have him killed, and the simulation seemed to have registered that. Here we go. Daniel paused to glance back. "Anyone without a ranged weapon stay back for now, and stay low. Folk with guns, or ranged powers, move forward with me."

In one smooth motion, Daniel rose to his feet. He braced his pistol in a two-handed grip, and lined the sights up over the nearest terrorist. The man was still several cars away, on a moving train, in a stiff wind. For almost anyone, it would be an impossible shot.

Daniel Andreas had lived for five centuries in continuous violent struggle against the worst creatures the world had to offer. He was not almost anyone.

The pistol roared twice in Daniel's hand as he fired. Double-tap. His eyes not wavering from his sights, Daniel began to walk rapidly forward along the top of the train, shifting his point of aim. Push the pace. Shoot them down before they know what's happening. Another figure filled Daniel's sight picture. Double-tap. Without breaking stride, the priest smoothly leaped from one car to the next, closing the distance, and rolled on his shoulder as he landed to throw off the aim of anyone still shooting at him. Like an uncoiling spring, he surged smoothly back to his feet, pistol aimed straight at another man as he continued his advance. Double-tap.

There were eight terrorists at the moment.

After Daniel's fire, there were five.

One, afraid, fired wildly, shooting one of his fellows in the face and falling off the train himself due to recoil. His fellow terrorist fell to the ground of the roof, the left side of his face bleeding out and seriously wounded.

The remaining ones took out submachine guns instead, like the AK-47, seemingly out of nowhere. The simulation was willing to take some acceptable breaks from reality to remain entertaining and difficult. They started to fire wildly toward Daniel and the other EHers, not particularly caring what they were hitting as long as they managed to get these insane killers out of the way.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

"No, I'm not." James conceded. "But I do know post-traumatic stress disorder when I see it. Rosalind is anorexic and shy, but also way too quick to trust anyone offering help. Franklin not only spends his entire time in his lab tinkering with gadgets and weapons of war, but he also hates you with a burning passion." In his loins, but he figured saying that would do more harm than good at this point.

He turned his head to Sanchez. "I hope - Nay, pray - That you two never have children and that you don't die, Sanchez, considering the way she treats the products of her first marriage."

"Rosalind does not adhere to human physiology, you know nothing about my relationship with D, and the last two therapists I got for him end up disintegrated. Yes, I mean that scientifically.

So I'm so fucking sorry that my children were in Crowley's war. I'm so fucking sorry that the average person is terrified of them. But, most of all James, you glorious caretaking genius, I'm so fucking sorry that I can't magically fix all of their problems."

She smiled.

"I'd honestly be offended by your stupidity if I respected you," she4 said.

"And you think that running off with the nearest bachelor is going to help them?" James shot back. "How about, instead of being here with your current boyfriend, you go back and actually involve yourself with your kids? They need you, Megan."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Rosalind does not adhere to human physiology, you know nothing about my relationship with D, and the last two therapists I got for him end up disintegrated. Yes, I mean that scientifically.

So I'm so fucking sorry that my children were in Crowley's war. I'm so fucking sorry that the average person is terrified of them. But, most of all James, you glorious caretaking genius, I'm so fucking sorry that I can't magically fix all of their problems."

She smiled.

"I'd honestly be offended by your stupidity if I respected you," she4 said.

"And you think that running off with the nearest bachelor is going to help them?" James shot back. "How about, instead of being here with your current boyfriend, you go back and actually involve yourself with your kids? They need you, Megan."

"I'm glad that, in the literal day that you could have possibly known them, you have suddenly discovered everything about my family life.

I'm sure people love you."

[Individuality-ness]

"The... the... the horror..." Divia gasped out. She couldn't explain exactly what she saw -- how does one describe something oh so horrible? She had never seen anything like it.

NSG is a horrible place. She was not prepared for it.

Eris paused a moment to think for a few seconds. She then asked, "Let me guess, you found something on the internet?" She put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Are you a masochist?" Eris was being totally sincere when she said this. She couldn't fathom why someone would willingly visit that horrible place that is the internet. Sure, it was useful, even for the goddess of chaos, but she tried to avoid it as much as she could.

Divia nodded when Eris mentioned the Internet. It was bad. Then Eris asked her whether she was a masochist.

"... masochist? What... what is that?" she questioned the goddess of chaos.

For heavens sake, Divia had no idea what masochism was, having never heard that term before mentioned in Heavensgate. She was thoroughly uninitiated in the world that existed "below the belt", so to speak.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

"And you think that running off with the nearest bachelor is going to help them?" James shot back. "How about, instead of being here with your current boyfriend, you go back and actually involve yourself with your kids? They need you, Megan."

"I'm glad that, in the literal day that you could have possibly known them, you have suddenly discovered everything about my family life.

I'm sure people love you."

"I'm observant." James answered with a shrug. "And I know quite a bit about shitty parenting, with the way my parents treated me." He squirmed a little bit, seemingly just to get comfortable. "I'm not saying you don't have it in you to be a good mother, Megan, nor am I saying that Sanchez wouldn't be a good stepfather. Fuck, I'm not even saying I know everything. I don't, but I know that neglect is doing more harm than good and always does more harm than good."

He shook his head. "But, if you seriously believe that you're doing what's right, fine. Your choice, and your mistake."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"I'm glad that, in the literal day that you could have possibly known them, you have suddenly discovered everything about my family life.

I'm sure people love you."

"I'm observant." James answered with a shrug. "And I know quite a bit about shitty parenting, with the way my parents treated me." He squirmed a little bit, seemingly just to get comfortable. "I'm not saying you don't have it in you to be a good mother, Megan, nor am I saying that Sanchez wouldn't be a good stepfather. Fuck, I'm not even saying I know everything. I don't, but I know that neglect is doing more harm than good and always does more harm than good."

He shook his head. "But, if you seriously believe that you're doing what's right, fine. Your choice, and your mistake."

"I'm not neglecting my children, you fucking arrogant moron!" she snapped, "If you got your head out of your ass for two fucking seconds, maybe you'd realize that you aren't the only non-trash human being in the world. Get over yourself, you self-righteous, hypocritical piece of shit."

She took a deep breath and wrapped her hand around Sanchez', squeezing tightly.

"In other words, I'll take him to the school and watch him."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"You may feel a bit hyperactive and will likely have a telepathic link to any rabbit in the school." the General said. "Also, rabbit ears and a love of carrots."

Alison shrugged. She liked carrots anyways -- they tasted delicious.

"Go for it."

And with that she probably made the dumbest decision ever made in Elfen High, but this is funny and I want to see where this goes.

Then she was put on an operating table while little bunny doctors experimented on her. Allow this adorable image into your head. She was kept under antithesisa, of course.

Then when she woke up, she felt...hyperactive. Extremely so, boundless amounts of energy. Also a bit frisky, but that's probably natural in EH. A bunny held a mirror in front of her, so she saw herself with large bunny ears which she could move around and control, as well as (when she opened her mouth) two buck teeth. Also, bigger boobs. I'm sure they play some sort of biological purpose.

Did I mention the hyperactivity?

Can you hear me now? She heard the General speak in her head.

[Mavorpen]

Eris paused a moment to think for a few seconds. She then asked, "Let me guess, you found something on the internet?" She put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Are you a masochist?" Eris was being totally sincere when she said this. She couldn't fathom why someone would willingly visit that horrible place that is the internet. Sure, it was useful, even for the goddess of chaos, but she tried to avoid it as much as she could.

Divia nodded when Eris mentioned the Internet. It was bad. Then Eris asked her whether she was a masochist.

"... masochist? What... what is that?" she questioned the goddess of chaos.

For heavens sake, Divia had no idea what masochism was, having never heard that term before mentioned in Heavensgate. She was thoroughly uninitiated in the world that existed "below the belt", so to speak.

Eris snapped her fingers and the two were now sitting on two chairs in the middle of the hallway. A table was between them, and on that table was a teapot and two glass teacups. She handed one to Divia and then crossed her legs.

She then stated, "Long ago in a distant land, I, Aku, the shape-shifting Master of Darkness, unleashed an unspeakable evil... But a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword stepped forth to oppose me. Before the final blow was struck, I tore open a portal in time and flung him into the future where my evil is law. Now the fool seeks to return to the past and undo the future that is Aku!"

She took a sip of her tea, and said finally, "And that is why we must have sex, so that I may teach you about masochism."

[Nationstatelandsville]

That is to say that Aziraphale squirmed out of the ice troll's grip and jumped away from it, waiting for it to collide it with the wall and knock itself out. Assuming that didn't work, he was waiting with his sword.

The ice troll smashed through the wall, creating a large gap. It was unharmed, however, and turned to face Aziraphale. It roared, and approached the Angel with its gauntlet blade ready.

"Stop, friend troll!" Aziraphale cried with righteousness, "You must not allow Lord the Colonel to use you! He does not have your best interests in mind, my friend. He seeks only to use you as a trap, an obstacle in the path of God. Your only job is to kill his foes and either die in combat yourself or be discarded when you are no longer able to fight. He is not your advocate, he is a cruel man who seeks to oppress 'lesser races'. You do not have to serve him, friend. We can offer you safety. We can offer you life. We can offer you meaning. You are more than a monster, do not let him tell you otherwise.

I swear by my own honor and the honor of the Lord, if you aide us here and now, you shall not die a beast."

[Nude East Ireland]

The ice troll smashed through the wall, creating a large gap. It was unharmed, however, and turned to face Aziraphale. It roared, and approached the Angel with its gauntlet blade ready.

"Stop, friend troll!" Aziraphale cried with righteousness, "You must not allow Lord the Colonel to use you! He does not have your best interests in mind, my friend. He seeks only to use you as a trap, an obstacle in the path of God. Your only job is to kill his foes and either die in combat yourself or be discarded when you are no longer able to fight. He is not your advocate, he is a cruel man who seeks to oppress 'lesser races'. You do not have to serve him, friend. We can offer you safety. We can offer you life. We can offer you meaning. You are more than a monster, do not let him tell you otherwise.

I swear by my own honor and the honor of the Lord, if you aide us here and now, you shall not die a beast."

The troll was silent for a moment. He listened carefully to Aziraphale's words, and pondered them. He walked to the Angel and sniffed it. The troll blinked.

"F- friend?" it asked quietly.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Stop, friend troll!" Aziraphale cried with righteousness, "You must not allow Lord the Colonel to use you! He does not have your best interests in mind, my friend. He seeks only to use you as a trap, an obstacle in the path of God. Your only job is to kill his foes and either die in combat yourself or be discarded when you are no longer able to fight. He is not your advocate, he is a cruel man who seeks to oppress 'lesser races'. You do not have to serve him, friend. We can offer you safety. We can offer you life. We can offer you meaning. You are more than a monster, do not let him tell you otherwise.

I swear by my own honor and the honor of the Lord, if you aide us here and now, you shall not die a beast."

The troll was silent for a moment. He listened carefully to Aziraphale's words, and pondered them. He walked to the Angel and sniffed it. The troll blinked.

"F- friend?" it asked quietly.

"Of course, friend troll," he said with a smile, "I am friend to all."

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

"I'm observant." James answered with a shrug. "And I know quite a bit about shitty parenting, with the way my parents treated me." He squirmed a little bit, seemingly just to get comfortable. "I'm not saying you don't have it in you to be a good mother, Megan, nor am I saying that Sanchez wouldn't be a good stepfather. Fuck, I'm not even saying I know everything. I don't, but I know that neglect is doing more harm than good and always does more harm than good."

He shook his head. "But, if you seriously believe that you're doing what's right, fine. Your choice, and your mistake."

"I'm not neglecting my children, you fucking arrogant moron!" she snapped, "If you got your head out of your ass for two fucking seconds, maybe you'd realize that you aren't the only non-trash human being in the world. Get over yourself, you self-righteous, hypocritical piece of shit."

She took a deep breath and wrapped her hand around Sanchez', squeezing tightly.

"In other words, I'll take him to the school and watch him."

James stayed silent and dropped his head, staring at the floor. To everyone it would look like he was trying not to yell at Megan, or cry.

In actual fact, he was hiding a victorious grin. Thanks, Loki. He thought, even though he knew the Asgardian couldn't hear his thoughts anymore. I'm not perfect, but damn am I good. Guess I'd be, what, a bronze tongue?

[Nude East Ireland]

The troll was silent for a moment. He listened carefully to Aziraphale's words, and pondered them. He walked to the Angel and sniffed it. The troll blinked.

"F- friend?" it asked quietly.

"Of course, friend troll," he said with a smile, "I am friend to all."

The troll lifted its hand to its face, and tore the leather straps off of its gauntlet with its own teeth. The gauntlet fell onto the ground, and the troll silently munched on the leather straps. When it swallowed the leather, it extended its now-free hand to Aziraphale. "Friend," it said. "Angel friend."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Of course, friend troll," he said with a smile, "I am friend to all."

The troll lifted its hand to its face, and tore the leather straps off of its gauntlet with its own teeth. The gauntlet fell onto the ground, and the troll silently munched on the leather straps. When it swallowed the leather, it extended its now-free hand to Aziraphale. "Friend," it said. "Angel friend."

Aziraphale took the troll's hand and held it, guiding it like a lost child.

"See, Lord the Colonel?" he said, "There does not need to be fighting. There is nothing to repair. God's design falls into harmony naturally."

[Nude East Ireland]

The troll lifted its hand to its face, and tore the leather straps off of its gauntlet with its own teeth. The gauntlet fell onto the ground, and the troll silently munched on the leather straps. When it swallowed the leather, it extended its now-free hand to Aziraphale. "Friend," it said. "Angel friend."

Aziraphale took the troll's hand and held it, guiding it like a lost child.

"See, Lord the Colonel?" he said, "There does not need to be fighting. There is nothing to repair. God's design falls into harmony naturally."

Sadly, the Colonel was gone with Crowley in a post I previously mentioned. Get with it, Aziraphale.

In any case, the troll just kind of contemplated its choices, and was pretty content with having a new friend.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Aziraphale took the troll's hand and held it, guiding it like a lost child.

"See, Lord the Colonel?" he said, "There does not need to be fighting. There is nothing to repair. God's design falls into harmony naturally."

Sadly, the Colonel was gone with Crowley in a post I previously mentioned. Get with it, Aziraphale.

In any case, the troll just kind of contemplated its choices, and was pretty content with having a new friend.

"Oh," Aziraphale his said, his expression souring a bit, "the villain is typically here right now, when the hero ends the fight. Hmm. Perhaps Crowley is the hero?"

He started to laugh.

"No, no, that's impossible," he chortled, "If Crowley was the hero, we would all surely die."

He squeezed the troll's hand a bit to get its attention and began to lead it towards its comrade.

"Friend troll," he said quietly, tapping it on its shoulder, "friend troll, the battle is over. We do not need to fight anymore. We are not enemies."

[Nude East Ireland]

Sadly, the Colonel was gone with Crowley in a post I previously mentioned. Get with it, Aziraphale.

In any case, the troll just kind of contemplated its choices, and was pretty content with having a new friend.

"Oh," Aziraphale his said, his expression souring a bit, "the villain is typically here right now, when the hero ends the fight. Hmm. Perhaps Crowley is the hero?"

He started to laugh.

"No, no, that's impossible," he chortled, "If Crowley was the hero, we would all surely die."

He squeezed the troll's hand a bit to get its attention and began to lead it towards its comrade.

"Friend troll," he said quietly, tapping it on its shoulder, "friend troll, the battle is over. We do not need to fight anymore. We are not enemies."

The other troll looking at Aziraphale.

The friendly Troll began conversing with the other in Trollspeak - a series of grunts and groans that make sense to their kind, apparently. The other troll sighed, and patted the friendly troll on the shoulder.

"Well, I'm confused," Lieutenant Fischer commented, as he adjusted his new badge.