Elfen High 2 (OOC 6, Closed)

[Individuality-ness]

I think there's a sentence in that one that you intended to complete but left off. Otherwise, I think I understood what you were getting at.

Which one?

Now suffering a bloodied cross on his back, Aziraphale whimpered as his torturer pulled out a new whip. But there was no regret, no remorse, no pleasure or joy in this. There was just a sheer, overwhelming sense that this was a duty. There was nothing else that could be done about this. This was simply what needed to be done in order to retain sanity and justice in the world. Such a firm, unshakeable knowledge meant that minor earthly pain could be easily ignored in knowledge of

In knowledge of what, Night?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Which one?

Now suffering a bloodied cross on his back, Aziraphale whimpered as his torturer pulled out a new whip. But there was no regret, no remorse, no pleasure or joy in this. There was just a sheer, overwhelming sense that this was a duty. There was nothing else that could be done about this. This was simply what needed to be done in order to retain sanity and justice in the world. Such a firm, unshakeable knowledge meant that minor earthly pain could be easily ignored in knowledge of

In knowledge of what, Night?

You saw nothing.

[Individuality-ness]

In knowledge of what, Night?

You saw nothing.

See what?

[Condunum]

Yes. How did it go?

I think there's a sentence in that one that you intended to complete but left off. Otherwise, I think I understood what you were getting at.

Oh yeah, and Indi, do what you want with the Divia-Takao interaction. If you don't want it to continue you can have her leave, because I can continue his breakdown solo as well as with someone.

I'll think of something when I'm in a bit of a better mood. Alison I can write, but Divia's innocent.

Fair enough

[Condunum]

I feel like this is pretty shittily written, but I wanted to at least get one of these out of the way so I could write the other.

Battle to Remember

Time: 1868
Event: Boshin War
Location: Edo

"Sir, the Emperor's forces approach!" shouted a random soldier. It was true, the slightly outnumbered forces of the Emperor had begun their charge of the Kan'ei-ji, the temple which the Shōgitai had fortified. It was a fearsome sight, although not one that they thought they could not handle.

"Perfect. Prepare the archers, and load the Gatling guns! We will make the imperials pay for their attempts to take this great city!"

Guns were loaded, walls tossed up and swords drawn. The chants of war could be heard across squads and the Samurai of the Shogunate were prepared for a glorious battle.

"Takao Shuichi is leading the Imperial swordsmen!"

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Boomed a voice, who's speaker stepped forth from behind a door. "Takao was seen banished from my sight, with nothing but his beat-up sword beside him! He is nothing but a Rurouni! A wanderer! He cannot lead men, he is but a boy!"

"But sit, what he says is true," A soldier confirmed, "Takao is leading the charge himself."

"Then I shall meet him on the battlefield, and remove his disgraceful waste from this world for good."

---

Swords clashed, rifles boomed, and the rhythmic repeating sound of Gatling guns could be heard from both sides. Blood flew from bodies, men fell and screams were heard as swords slices through stomachs, legs and necks alike.

"Keep pushing! Edo, the great city, will not remain in the traitor's hands!" Shouted the captain of the rifle force.

The swordsmen responded with shouts, in agreement with this idea. With aggressive response, they sliced through skin and steel, tearing at the riflemen of the Shogunate. One man in particular showed fierce strength, slicing at his foes without compassion or restraint. Takao Shuichi, the leader of the swordsmen, lead the charge.

Unfortunately, their efforts were being returned two-fold, as countless soldiers were killed. It was showing in their morale. The riflemen were beginning to break rank, moving back slowly as to avoid the oncoming swordsmen. Some even outright ran, only to be cut down by opportunistic Gatling gunners.

The battle continued to rage on as Takao and his swordsmen charged forward, slashing their way through what little opposition are challenge the few elite of the imperial force.

"TAKAO! a voice shouted in the distance. He recognized this voice, and the man on the horse who accompanied it. His teacher lept from his steed, and landed not thirty feet from Takao. "You are a fool to battle, you should have become a poor beggar, you are no better than that!"

Word the man did not mean, truthfully, but the hate which he felt clouded his mind. Takao did not rightly care what the man thought. He was here to do the bidding of the emperor, and dammit, he was gonna win.

"You were like a father to me! You betrayed me! You betrayed your emperor!"

"The emperor is a FOOL! To think he can undermine the authority of the shogunate? He is a figurehead, not a leader!"

"You carry his sword and you speak vile of the man!" Takao screamed in disgust. He lept forward, charging his former teacher in pure anger, sword to the side and preparing to strike. With great strength, he thrust his arms forward, only to be met with a parry from the very sword he spoke of, with equal strength and determination.

"You think you can strike me down? I taught you! The student can never best the teacher!" He shouted, and returned the strike with a downward slash, caught by the hilt of Takao's sword.

"Strong words coming from the man who killed his own teacher!" Takao shouted, and drove a knee into his stomach.

With a grunt, the man doubled over, but quickly regained his composure and jumped to the side of a lightning fast jab. "You're fast, filth, but you never could learn to respect your sword!"

He returned the blow with a swift slash, catching Takao in the leg, slicing him open. The gash spew forth blood, the cut deep within Takao's muscle. He bent over in pain, sword still in front of him to protect from the inevitable second slash, which came and met his blade. Takao pushed forward, placing his hand on the back of his blade, adding force to match his master's.

He jumped back, finding no reason to continue a useless push. Sword extended at arm's length, he prepared for his former teacher to attempt a killing blow to a wounded soldier. With a vicious scream, the elder charged forward, sword extended as well, aimed directly at Takao's stomach.

Takao, being the unorthodox fighter, put all of his weight on his wounded leg, and sprung to the right, twisting as he did and slashing, striking his teacher in the back.

"GRAH!" Shouted the man in anguish. A hefty blow, his back gashed open, muscles torn deep. It was certainly a blow that could not heal if he lived through the fight, but not one he would let stop him. He spun around and slashed Takao's sword from his hands with pure momentum alone, and grinned with delight.

Takao again was forced to rely on his Wakazashi, which he drew and kept close to himself, quite defensively. His former teacher, with fury and the remainder of his strength, lept forward, sword raised to slash through Takao's head. Only he didn't. Takao quickly turned his blade over, and thrust it forward, letting go of the handle and allowing momentum to carry the blade into his former teacher's chest. He rolled to the side, and his foe landed on the ground, gasping for air as his lungs filled with blood.

"You old fool. You arrogant, old BASTARD!" Takao shouted. He picked up his sword and limped over to the fallen soldier.

"Protect the sword," The elder said. He said nothing more, and closed his eyes, awaiting his honorable death. Takao gave no delay in delivering it to him, quickly bringing his sword down on his head.

The fight was quickly coming to a close as the two had battled on, and the death of who was considered the de facto leader of the entire swordsman force of the defending army shattered their morale. They were quickly driven back, and surrendered. While the Imperials suffered far more deaths, the spiritual victory was all that was necessary to break the battle.

---

One year later

Takao stood at the Emperor's feet. He held the sword which he'd taken from his master, and raised it up to the man-god. "Your sword, my Emperor, is safe."

The Emperor rose, and stood in front of Takao. He placed his hand on the sword, and pushed it down to him. "Good. I ask of you now, Takao, do what your teacher could not. Protect the sword at all times. It's power is not to be underestimated, and I am without fault when I say that a man of your... unnaturally strong abilities is right to be it's protector. Do not use it until you must."

[Nude East Ireland]

I often say that a good Superman story is difficult to write.

Good job, Nolan. I know you're reading this.

[Agritum]

I often say that a good Superman story is difficult to write.

Good job, Nolan. I know you're reading this.

I'm gonna watch it on a bootleg DVD.

[Condunum]

I often say that a good Superman story is difficult to write.

Good job, Nolan. I know you're reading this.

Alright, well, since NEI says it's good I should see it. I honestly could care less about the man in red, but if it's good...

[Nude East Ireland]

I often say that a good Superman story is difficult to write.

Good job, Nolan. I know you're reading this.

I'm gonna watch it on a bootleg DVD.

No, you won't. You'll pay to see it in a theater.

[Agritum]

I'm gonna watch it on a bootleg DVD.

No, you won't. You'll pay to see it in a theater.

Suuuuuuuuure.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'm mildly disturbed by the places my brain went to in order to make that post.

I am also frustrated by my less than perfect fluency in English, because I just know that didn't get my intended and full message across.

If that disturbs you, good God stay out of my head.

Granted, the torture's new. I just tend to have fucked-up animals running about.

[Astrolinium]

I'm mildly disturbed by the places my brain went to in order to make that post.

I am also frustrated by my less than perfect fluency in English, because I just know that didn't get my intended and full message across.

If that disturbs you, good God stay out of my head.

Granted, the torture's new. I just tend to have fucked-up animals running about.

I've been in your head and can vouch for the fact that it's terrifying.

[Nationstatelandsville]

If that disturbs you, good God stay out of my head.

Granted, the torture's new. I just tend to have fucked-up animals running about.

I've been in your head and can vouch for the fact that it's terrifying.

I spend most of time idly thinking about Doctor Who, pizza, and other random bullshit I like.

When I focus, things get... not good.

[Constaniana]

I'm mildly disturbed by the places my brain went to in order to make that post.

I am also frustrated by my less than perfect fluency in English, because I just know that didn't get my intended and full message across.

If that disturbs you, good God stay out of my head.

Granted, the torture's new. I just tend to have fucked-up animals running about.

Like poop zombies.

[Nationstatelandsville]

If that disturbs you, good God stay out of my head.

Granted, the torture's new. I just tend to have fucked-up animals running about.

Like poop zombies.

That was a random thing.

I was thinking, "I want puppets in the sewer". I started writing the post and, midway through, decided hey, why not stuff them with shit?

[Constaniana]

Like poop zombies.

That was a random thing.

I was thinking, "I want puppets in the sewer". I started writing the post and, midway through, decided hey, why not stuff them with shit?

I can take comfort in the fact that my thought process for writing Dunefiend isn't as bizarre as some of the things you write.

[Nationstatelandsville]

That was a random thing.

I was thinking, "I want puppets in the sewer". I started writing the post and, midway through, decided hey, why not stuff them with shit?

I can take comfort in the fact that my thought process for writing Dunefiend isn't as bizarre as some of the things you write.

It also isn't half as good, so don't get excited.

If you're even allowed to get excited.

[Constaniana]

I can take comfort in the fact that my thought process for writing Dunefiend isn't as bizarre as some of the things you write.

It also isn't half as good, so don't get excited.

If you're even allowed to get excited.

We Mormons can get excited. It's how we express the giddy joy of giving people Books of Mormon. *nods*

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'm mildly disturbed by the places my brain went to in order to make that post.

I am also frustrated by my less than perfect fluency in English, because I just know that didn't get my intended and full message across.

If that disturbs you, good God stay out of my head.

Granted, the torture's new. I just tend to have fucked-up animals running about.

No, no. That was toned down and I don't know how to express it properly in English.

The reason I am disturbed is because I am aware things like this occur in rural India and Bangladesh. I just changed the religion.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'll be online for a while, since right now the streets are flooded and men are swimming from place to place.

And it'll get worse.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'll be online for a while, since right now the streets are flooded and men are swimming from place to place.

And it'll get worse.

"Hey, Singh!"

"Yeah, Singh?"

"It's flooding!"

"FUCK YES, LET'S AQUAMAN THIS SHIT!"

[Astrolinium]

I'll be online for a while, since right now the streets are flooded and men are swimming from place to place.

And it'll get worse.

Fun fun fun.

[Condunum]

Hashtags now work on Facebook.

You have no idea how much this entertains me.

[Astrolinium]

Hashtags now work on Facebook.

You have no idea how much this entertains me.

It makes me sad on the inside.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"True story about fortune cookies—they look Chinese, they sound Chinese. But they're actually an American invention, which is why they're hollow, full of lies and leave a bad taste in the mouth." Abdullah Rathore noted, eating some naan and paneer himself.