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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:18 pm

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" roared out Crowley, running out toward the edge of the building. He was so close, so close...but then the figure he was chasing turned around, looked at him sadly, outstretched its arms and fell down.

"NO!" Crowley yelled, looking off the ledge of the building. He looked down it hopelessly, hardly able to understand what he was seeing. "Why the hell did you do that?" he asked, his voice uncomprehending and tired. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?"

Behind him, he heard the footsteps coming closer and closer. He turned around, seeing the monsters approach. In his right hand, he had a staff. It was an old staff, a hell of a staff, one with a very ancient history known throughout history. He held it up above his head, the end of the staff charging with energy as he fired...


But that's a different story, one that will be told soon enough.

Occasionally people like to enter stories medias in res, which basically is a fancy Latin phrase for "throwing you directly into the middle of the action". Of course, that can be a bit puzzling at times. So stories also have starting points.

Let's find a good one.

Alright, there was a wizard crying, a wizard so very far away from his home and all he knew, wondering at how to return.

Oh? We need to go further back? Alright then.

Under mysterious causes, an atom exploded long ago, giving birth to not just one, but many universes, universes that are born and die all the time, and occasionally the "parallel" universes turn out to overlap. This has caused considerable amusement and emotions other than amusement throughout the billions of years, though time starts to have a less important meaning when we get into these sorts of subjects.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. All will be explained in due time. So for now, let's focus on the wizard who is sitting in a lab underneath a school known as Elfen High on Thanksgiving Day. Even though the wizard was a very proud and stubborn Brit and that the school was in England, it had a pretty substantial American community who occasionally enjoyed celebrating the slaughter of Native Americans.

Aleister Crowley looked down at his formulas and gave a sigh. "Yes, that seems about right..." he muttered to himself, chewing on his pen. He was aware there was some new fancy tech out there, but when you're a very ancient man, you're entitled to using a bloody pen. Daisuke should be happy enough that Crowley wasn't using a quill or some such.

"The calculations lead to only one eventual conclusion." Crowley muttered out loud.

"An eventual end to time." said a booming voice behind him. When Crowley turned around, he didn't see a thing. Seconds later, he forgot the sound. Instead, he stood up from his desk.

"Alright," he said, stretching a bit. "Good to work out the brain muscles a bit." The British wizard acknowledged, looking tired and worn. He knew that he could assign the task to someone else, but occasionally he had to show he was capable of actual work as well. He headed a magical school, and it wasn't just because of brute power or force...he had to show his smarts on occasion as well.

But then a few other things happened. Well, one specific one.

See, Elfen High isn't an ordinary magical school. Ordinary magical schools aren't made out of dragon corpses. And the funny thing about dragons, or Eldritch Dragons, is that they don't necessarily follow the ordinary rules of time and space and staying in one universe. They have a sort of internal resistance that keeps them set in one place, but this can be turned off. But that very rarely happens. You'd almost intentionally have to do it. It's quite uncommon for the resistance to be turned off. But when it does...

The school began to shake rapidly, the students and staff suddenly finding themselves repeatedly slammed back and forth through in the rooms and hallways, slamming into one side and then slamming into another. This was universe hopping. Universe hopping was very interesting. It was quite similar to having sex in a wind tunnel, really. It's exciting, exhilarating, unique, unforgettable and carries a distinct risk by being nearly murdered by your scrotum.

Crowley turned around, hearing the alarms ringing around the school. "WARNING! WARNING!" the alarms shrilled out. "YOU ARE TRAVELLING BETWEEN DIMENSIONS. THIS CARRIES SEVERAL RISKS. PEOPLE WITH BACK PROBLEMS, HEART ISSUES, PREGNANCY OR A WILL TO LIVE ARE ADVISED TO GET OFF THE RIDE."

"Getting off the ride is probably among the worst things you could possibly do." muttered Crowley. "Seal the doors out of the school! I'm going to take manual control!" He yelled up at the ceiling.

The sound of doors locking was heard throughout the school while the students and staff felt themselves pushed up, around, down and to the side, the school giving little indication of stopping.

"Activate artificial gravity!" bellowed Crowley. The school seemed to stabilise slightly, but even with the artificial gravity there was still a considerable amount of holding onto doors so one wasn't sent flying down the hall.

Crackling, a different voice came over the intercom. "Crowley, what the hell is happening?" Asked Daisuke Taka. The young Japanese-American man spoke with a rather New Yorker accent, with only a tinge of British English from spending so much time in England. His voice contrasted with Crowley's very Received Pronunciation accent as the wizard swore happily.

"Well, it's marvellous stuff!" Crowley shouted. "You see, something's disabled the universal constant in the school, so we're now flying through the Omniverse! Oh, this is such fun! Let's see what happens, let's see where we end up-"

"Crowley, if you don't recall, there are actually people here in this school." Daisuke interjected.

Crowley's face fell as he realised that fact. Dammit. People were here, people he had to defend. He couldn't mess up again, like he had done with Minh...if he had been better at his job, perhaps Daisuke would still have had his father. But too late for that. He could, however, steady the school now and land in a safe-ish place. So he took a breath and nodded. "Alright, let me get on that." Crowley said, cracking his knuckles, taking one more breath and walking slowly deeper into the school's various tunnels, which lighted up as he walked down.

He came upon a sort of computer attached to the wall with a keyboard. With a few strokes, the keyboard transformed from a QWERTY style device to an array of complicated buttons and a steering wheel. Crowley pushed the buttons aside, grabbing the wheels with both of his hands. "Daisuke!" he barked. "I'm going manual! Hope not to die!"

The school suddenly made a jerk to the left while flying through Omniverse space, then made a sudden jerk to the right, then flew up and down and seemed to spin around. A young boy who had been pumping his own gas, shall we say, in his dorm had to be treated for a very embarrassing injury later on- it appeared his scrotum had slammed right into his face, nearly killing him.

Crowley kept his iron grip on the wheel, grunting as he tried to drive to a safe place, such as home again...then...

"POWER SHORTAGE." the school announced. "MANUAL DISABLED. PREPARE FOR EMERGENCY LANDING."

The "emergency landing" was really quite abrupt, especially when viewed from the outside.

First, there was a huge city named Belfield, with a busy apartment complex. Across the street, there had been some other buildings. Then those other buildings were pushed abruptly to the side, a giant monolith of a school building falling right between them.

Under the tunnels, Crowley coughed, doubled over. Dust had scattered all across the building, but he wasn't concerned- that would be cleaned up with Richard-. Well, it would be cleaned eventually.

Crowley slowly walked back upstairs, looking at the shocked and annoyed students and staff trying to pick themselves up, some vomiting as they did. He glanced up at the ceiling again. "Daisuke, how did they fare?"

"Some injuries, none that serious. We're all alive. Now, where the hell are we?" the young man asked. "Crowley, do you have any idea where you've taken us?"

"Of course I do!" The British wizard said, sounding highly offended. "I always know where I'm going. And I'm never lost- sometimes the rest of the world simply isn't where it should be, but that's not my fault. In any case-"

Crowley opened up the double wooden doors, revealing the city outside. Amplifying his voice, he shouted out to the city in general. "HELLO! DOES ANYONE HAPPEN TO KNOW WHERE THE HELL WE ARE?"
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The Sovereign State of Bielefeld was an unassuming little nation nestled off the [REDACT] ocean, a gleaming gem known for its gourmet waffles, upscale restaurants and foreboding things that go bump in the night. The residents of its capital city (which was also named Bielefeld) were of hardy stock and they didn’t spook easily. This might be due to the numerous invasions by Drones and grimdark gods or the unseen presence of Chaos that incessantly protected the city, but more likely it was because the people had grown accustomed to (and extremely fond of) the bizarre residents of 42nd Subabsurdus Street.

The building sat on the very corner of Market and 42nd. Describing it, dear readers, is almost impossible because the structure tended to take on the whims of the beholder. Some would say the gleaming modern structure would be at home in downtown Hong Kong; others would laugh and say the quaint brownstone with delicate ivy on the walls was surely European; still others would wonder why everyone was making such a fuss over the grand Victorian lady. This was the nature of the building owned by O.C. Demens.

Demens was indeed a crazy son of a bitch with a wry sense of humor and a penchant for magic that at times outstripped the gods. He’d let to anyone so long as they could pay the rent and fork over a fat security deposit. He took pride in his building and pride in his residents and he’d given them a space to suit their individual and unique needs.

The inside was as odd as the outside. It was simply too big. It took on a life of its own (because it was sentient and imbued with a wicked, fiendishly clever security system) and it added apartments for new residents or took them away when no longer needed. It healed itself from damage and protected itself from attacks. The landlord had taken such offense to its prior destruction that he’d increased its fortifications; direct attacks on it would rebound on the attacker tenfold. It was blessed by all the major pantheons and a true neutral zone for all inhabitants.

Those inhabitants were just waking to a cool, drizzly morning. They stretched from their beds (or the space under the beds, or nests, or lairs, or perches, or pocket dimensions and so on) and shuffled off into the rain for their breakfasts in a city that didn’t bat an eye (or experience insanity) when looking directly at Eldritch abominations.



It was the rain on the bedroom window that woke Minerva one sleepy morning in July. Drops tattled on the clouds with mischievous laughter before joining with others to slither down the glass. Typical Bielefeld morning weather. Today felt different however. Today the sun didn’t fully hide in her cloudy veil.

The cultist leader stripped the band from her hair and shook out fiery locks. Her sharp green eyes gazed out the window. Ogoti had set up this personal Chaos dimension to mirror the weather occurring in Bielefeld. Her lawn was fully saturated; surely Bielefeld was also having a nice morning wash. She dressed to the staccato applause of the drops splattering against the window and then she moved outside the Chaos quarters to observe the rain in Bielefeld’s happy little universe from the building's front steps.

Klaus had chosen to loiter on the building’s stoop this morning. He dipped his teaspoon into a tube of Braunschweiger and watched the clouds roll by. “Guten Morgen,” he said without bothering to look in Minerva’s direction. “Lovely weather, ja?”

His heavy German accent brought a smile to Minerva’s face. The ‘wezzer’ was indeed ‘luftly’ and reminded her of London. “It’s rather soothing, this rain, don't you think?” came her crisp, oh-so-British reply.

She sat on the stoop next to the former Nazi and tried to ignore the stench of liver product. “Klaus, hasn’t it been a little too quiet recently? I don’t mean to jinx it but it almost feels like the inhabitants have gone to ground like rabbits. Reports haven’t indicated anything out of the ordinary. Heard anything on the War front? Or from Plotter’s people?”

“No, nothing’s come in,” Klaus shook his head and ate a final spoonful of Braunschweiger. “They have not gone to ground. They’ve been busy. Half the city went on holiday and half our residents are with them.” He finished his breakfast and wadded up the wrapper before tossing it towards the street; the casing mutated into a pigeon and flew away. Klaus pocketed his spoon.

Both cultists turned their heads to observe a city vehicle that had just turned onto the street. It parked and the driver put up a road sign to block traffic before pulling cans of paint from the truck. The rain had no effect on his work. They sat back and watched him for a while.



Elsewhere in the city, the last dart connected with the dartboard’s 19-point slice. Examining it carefully, Luce frowned. Perhaps yesterday’s late night point-sparring match with Dora hadn’t been the best of ideas, he mused. In his defense, Dora had challenged him to a drinking match beforehand. He’d been convinced that since she was no longer a Conservator, he would have an advantage. Pride went before a fall, though.

He tugged carefully at the trio of darts, sliding them into a side pocket of his gray cargo pants. They, and the copper-toned athletic T-shirt he was wearing, marked him as one of a very specialized group.

The thudding on the roof and windows of Chaos Restaurant & Bar finally caught his attention. It was not dissimilar to the noises of the darts sinking into the holes of the dartboard. He sighed, as he saw the overcast sky and the rain starting to come down. It would play havoc with his glasses. Nevertheless, it was probably better to get going before Dora woke up and challenged him to a rematch, even though she’d won both the drinking contest and the sparring match. He covered his head awkwardly with an arm, and then slipped outside, nodding to the road worker as he passed.

As he approached the apartment building, though, Klaus and Minerva came into view, and he paused to greet them.

“Well, good morning to you both,” he said mildly. "What brings you out so early?"

“We’re always out this early,” Minerva grinned. “Come sit with us. What brings you home so late?”

Any further conversation was promptly damped by the sudden property shuffle across the street. Houses budged to make a gap just in time for a massive structure to land between them. The arrival of the strange building wasn’t too extraordinary for Bielefeld but it was a glorious sight to witness. It had come just as the deluge was beginning to taper off and the weather lent the perfect dramatic flair to the whole event. The trio on the stoop tilted their heads.

An odd man opened up the newly-arrived building’s double wooden doors. Amplifying his voice, he shouted out to the city in general. "HELLO! DOES ANYONE HAPPEN TO KNOW WHERE THE HELL WE ARE?"

“BIELEFELD!” shouted the aforementioned city worker before quietly putting away his paint and driving off. “School Crossing Zone” was painted on the blacktop and a “Drug-Free School Zone” sign now stood on the pavement directly in front of the mysterious school.

“Old Primordial can expect an increase in sales now,” Minerva chuckled at the sign.

“Let's go welcome the newcomers. I'm sure they'll have questions.” Klaus stood up and neatened his Nazi-esk uniform. The red armband was the only thing that varied from the traditional Schutzstaffel attire; it bore the mark of his god, War, rather than the typical swastika.

Minerva stood as well. “Right, let’s get to it, gentlemen.” The cultist leaders crossed the wet street to see what all the fuss was about.

Luce shaded his eyes to keep more rain from falling between them and the lenses of his glasses. "I say, this should be an interesting show."
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:01 pm

"Fuck."

Lewis glanced down at the spilling beer can on his gut with distaste as the brown, bubbling liquid spilled over his chest of red foliage, somehow finding a way to mingle with the follicles and make them even more disgusting. Lewis Jameson - who had not showered since Dalí said some unrepeatable things about Mrs. Jameson and, subsequently, painted a surrealist masterpiece on Lewis' fists with his own bodily fluids (mainly blood, but with a smattering of sweat, glucose, hormones, carbon dioxide, and terror piss for flavor) - was not a pleasant man, on the surface. Nor on the insides, truthfully, though he did have a rather interesting liver, scientifically speaking, and had claimed in the past to have stolen Nancy Reagan's heart and kept it in his spleen.

This is, like many things Lewis says, a barefaced and remorseless lie. (Though several other parts of the Reagan family have been inside him at various times, that is an entirely different story.)

Reluctantly, he stirred from his bed, throwing a the pile of empty cans that had accumulated around him from his lap and onto the carpet. The school did not typically have carpet - he got the feeling that Crowley had just added it to the bedrooms for blackmailing purposes.

This was rather pointless, given the plethora of hidden cameras. Lewis was not, unlike most, surprised when he found his; the other Crowley was quite fond of surveillance as well, though this one did not seem like it had been used for a while.

Lewis threw his door open, breaking it off the hinges entirely. He glared at the door, which immediately burst into flames, and threw it aside.

"This school's still a piece of shit, no matter where we go," he grumbled, setting down the hallway.

Now, Elfen High is infinite, partly due to the fact that it was made of a dragon, but mainly because a certain Indian is lazy and just went "Fuck, it's a TARDIS" one afternoon. Had you brought up the subject of TARDISes with Lewis, however, he would deck you and call you a commie son-of-a-bitch.

Suffice it to say, then, that Elfen High is really, really big, but most of it, as Stephen Thompson felt the need to painstakingly display, is made up of hallways and the occasional monster. Lewis' world had much less monsters, but more Canadians with tanks, so make of that what you will. Lewis had decided he preferred the monsters - more relateable than his neighbor to the North. Setting aside the fact that he had spent the majority of his life abroad and now lived in Norfolk, Lewis Jameson was a bona fide American. And he will remind of that gladly, dragging the vowels out so that it comes out "bohnah fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied". He would wave his Stetson around in the air while pronouncing it, too, because Lewis Jameson loves the ever-living fuck out of his county. He was simply no longer allowed to live there, for reasons pertaining to a long criminal history, a Molotov cocktail, and James Clapper's minivan.

But we've ventured off-topic. The school is big, but it is also, strictly speaking, alive. This was rather useful when you found yourself far away from wherever needed to be; assuming you hadn't pissed it off recently, the school could shift its hallways and get you to your destination in a second.

Lewis scratched his ass and sniffed. The school didn't smell right - at least the scent of Elfen High had stayed the same. It was strangely lacking in the various kinds of smoke which Crowley enjoyed wallowing in. When Crowley wasn't high, the world was, quite frankly, fucked.

He rounded the corner and found himself in the lobby. The school was kind to Lewis, for some reason, and always took him where he needed to be. He'd have to look into that, but he doubted that he wanted the answer - it was another man the school was helping. Another man with another life.

"Crowley!" Lewis barked, kicking the door open, "Is this a sex thing again? The whole damn school shook and my beer spilled. My beer, Crowley!"
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Postby Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:06 pm

Eric Manischewitz tapped the stand with his baton. The students who were in the school orchestra looked up at him expectantly, with the exception of Vivek. Vivek was a little shithead, though, so Eric had learned at this point to just pay him no mind. He'd come in on time.

He gave the orchestra two beats of prep, breathing with them, and suddenly they were making music. Out of thin air, the strings had pulled the beginning of Holst's Jupiter, floating ethereally atop the nothingness that had been silence but moments before. Deftly, with great finesse, he cued in the horns and the timpani, who made the first big statement of the piece. Bum bum bum babum. Da da da da dum dum bum bum. Sixteenth notes.

Less than a second's worth of silence, and then the fortepiano from the whole ensemble. Eric grinned. They were playing exceptionally today. Even Vivek, who actually had his hand in the bell of his french horn for the first time Eric could remember. There was nothing that could spoil this moment of beautiful music making. Nothing short of a sheer disaster.

A sheer disaster, of course, is exactly what happened next. The whole school began to shake, rattle, and roll, knocking Eric to the ground. He cursed violently as he heard the crash of percussion, the clang of brass on linoleum, the sickening thud of the string bass clattering to the ground. There were shouts, wild grabs to hold onto stands. Music went flying every which way, instruments were damaged irreparably, and a few students were even hurt. Janine, notably, nearly had her eye poked out by her bassoon's bocal. Also, Jimmy received a concussion from a stray pair of cymbals. Other than that, there were several minor injuries.

The sound that truly, truly made Eric upset, however, was the one from the back wall. The back wall is where the music department's five silver-plated sousaphones hung from the wall. Or rather, had hung from the wall. These were top of the line instruments, and they were extremely expensive. So Eric's heart skipped several beats as he first saw and then heard them, one by one, fly off the wall and land on the ground, banging into each other and being horrifically damaged. You see, instruments might look sturdy, but they are remarkably easy to dent, break, bend, and otherwise get to the point known as totaling, in which it would cost more to repair it than it would to purchase a new one.

Trophies and plaques and all sorts of awards clattered about and fell. The computer on Eric's desk, in his office, was smashed to the ground. Elfen High, you see, was a school. As far as Eric had been aware when he began to teach at it, flying was not something schools did, even Elfen High. It was a dragon corpse, but Eric had thought that the fact that it was a dragon corpse would keep it solidly on the ground. So, understandably, very little had been nailed to floor. The only things remotely safe from going every which way were the music stands, which were chained down in such a way that they could only fly off about a yard in any given direction.

Still, by the end of the trip there were more than a few broken stands, too.

It was fortunate for all involved that, halfway through, Crowley had switched on the artificial gravity. That was probably a lifesaver in the most literal sense of the word. For all the times Crowley had fucked up, Eric was thankful he had had the presence of mind to give the school artificial gravity, which, of course, begged the question of why no one had been informed that the school could fly. Eventually, though, as all things must, the flight came to an end, and the school settled down in the most literal sense of the phrase. Dust particles permeated the air, freed from all manner of surfaces which had been thrown all manner of ways.

As the dust began to settle, Eric coughed, sitting up. He was bruised considerably, and found himself sitting on the gong. Or, well, it had been a gong. He frowned. This was going to be expensive as fuck to replace. That was bad news, because the fine arts always got shafted when it came to funding. He frowned, and stood, surveying the room. Several students had vomited. Most of them were groaning, picking themselves up and helping each other to become oriented.

Speaking loudly, Eric said, "Everyone, just remain calm. Totally and completely calm. Do not panic, I repeat, do not panic. Please don't die, please don't kill each other. Stockton, as concert master I'm asking you to take roll and assess everyone's injuries. Send those who need it to the school nurse, but keep everyone who can stay to help..."

His voice trailed off, looking around the room. His words had caught in his throat as he surveyed the carnage, the emaciated remains of the school's instruments.

"...to help clean up this mess. Don't.... don't throw anything out, maybe we can save it."

Or sell it for scrap, Eric thought. That's the most likely option, unfortunately.
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Postby Olthar » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:35 pm

Sari-chan was busy bouncing around the halls of Elfen High, as in, she was literally bouncing around on a pogo stick. She didn't know why she was back at the school, but she didn't really care. She was there, so that's where she was. She mostly spent her days going to random classes (when they actually took place) and playing around. She was completely carefree and didn't even understand or care about what was happening in the plot. She was happy just being.

Suddenly, the school started to shake violently, and the small cat girl was hurled into the wall whereupon she crashed through it and started getting thrown around from room to room like a pinball. By the time the building stopped shaking, she had gone through a few dozen rooms and took a quick break in the kitchen to cook herself up an apple pie that proceeded to run away and begin attacking students before she could eat it.

Poking her head out of a pile of rubble, Sari-chan pulled herself out and looked around. Her clothes had been torn to shreds, and she was covered in blood. She stumbled forward a few steps before collapsing onto a nearby bed, her head spinning in dizziness.

"Woo-hoo!" she yelled out, weakly raising her arms up in celebration, "That was the best roller-coaster ride ever! Let's do it again!"
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Postby The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:39 pm

Neil walked outside as usual in recent months. A dinosaur in a blue bathrobe sipping his morning coffee had become a usual sight for the local paperboy. The house was old with a gothic Victorian feel to it that always remained in slight disrepair. He crossed the dead lawn and waited to catch the daily paper. This morning something smelled off, something didn't feel quite the way it was supposed to. With a sip of coffee he turned his head slightly to see something that was hard to miss, a new building had popped up across the street.

"Okay, who did this? I know I didn't do it. Scarface, bring me my scanner." Neil said as he summoned his creation. The brutish giant dressed in a tuxedo came out of the house to give Neil the scanner. "Thank you Scarface, you are dismissed." Neil said as he heard a man come out of the front door of the building, asking where he was very loudly with a British accent. Neil ignored him and scanned the building for clues of it's origin, mainly radiation signatures. "Another thing from a parallel universe." he muttered.

Fortu woke up unusually early, it was the yelling that got him up. He went over to the window to see what it was. He was surprised that a new building had manifested across the street. Fortu was curious as what the hell the building was doing there. He spotted Neil scanning one of the walls from the edge of his yard below.

"Where did this thing come from?" Fortu asked from the window of his apartment. "I swear I didn't do it this time, and we moved the AU Slider equipment to storage after the children brought that Viking." Neil shouted up. "Why are we talking like this? I'm coming down." Fortu shouted back and closed the window.

Fortu went to get ready for the day. He took a quick shower, put on a fresh suit, and talked to the coffee maker. "Dispensing product." the coffeemaker said in a soft feminine tone as it poured a cup for him. "I could just sneak off to work and hide in my office downtown." Fortu said to the coffee maker as he decided what to do. "Maybe he needs help?" the coffeemaker replied. "No, bad things happen when I talk to him. I like having my head still attached to my body." Fortu said as he remembered previous adventures. "But it can't hurt to greet the new neighbors." he added as his curiosity whispered in his ear.
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Postby Constaniana » Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:41 pm

Sir William Edward Galahad Nilark was doing what any self-respecting Briton would do on Thanksgiving Day; utterly ignoring the existence of the holiday in retaliation for the Americans not celebrating Guy Fawkes Day. Instead, the knight was quietly sitting in his office, having tea and chocolate digestives, and polishing Excalibur while watching They Were Not Divided, humming the British Grenadier's March cheerfully. Right as he finished cleaning his best sword the school began jerking about, making him nearly drop the ancient weapon. William drove the blade into the floor to keep it from moving around too much, before hastily gulping down his remaining tea and putting the biscuits back in one of the drawers of his desk. Thankfully he didn't have too much in his office that could go flying about, much less break. The Union Jack had stayed pinned to the wall behind his desk, and the suit of white plate mail he had picked up somewhere in Texas was still magically attached to floor, as part of some enchantment designed to prevent it being stolen. Why someone would think venturing into Elfen High to rob a teacher was a good idea was something Sir Nilark didn't quite know, but it gave him peace of mind not having to worry about it being carried off by rabbits or redneck dinosaurs. The only thing that was broken was the television he had been watching the movie on, but it was an old piece of rubbish William had been meaning to get rid of for ages now. Calmly pulling Excalibur from the floorboards, the Englishman walked out of his office, turning off the lights and locking the door. Thanks to some convenient script writing, he found Crowley and the Crew* after a few minutes of wandering the halls.

"Crowley, if this is some hallucination brought on by your troll gas it isn't very pleasant..." He began, before noticing the city they were now. "Oh, locals. You don't think they'll be angry at us for crashing into their city, do you?" said William, a tad concerned.

"Well, they can't be worse than those assholes in Lake Titicaca," Daniel Savatar loudly replied, holding a red rubber dodgeball in one hand and a baseball bat in the other.

"You've never been to South America. You were banned from going any further south in the Americas after you demolished that one casino in Juarez, remember?" William replied.

"Hey, that taco sandwich was asking for it. His stupid cartel stole my fried chicken. My damn KFC, William. No bitch-hat gets away with stealing my fried chicken without me punching his stuff, tortuously," the head of Elfen High's P.E Department stated, scowling as the memories of his precious KFC being gone for a total of eight seconds came back to him. It was a bad time in his life.
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Postby Torsiedelle » Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:04 pm

Walking down the sidewalk, two young girls saw what appeared to be a school fall from the sky. They sighed and carried on, having gotten used to such bizarre events. These girls, the Dimitrov Sisters, were some of the few normal humans of the apartment.

The oldest sister, Katya, a young woman of nineteen years, sighed. She brushed back her bleach-blonde hair as the wind tossed it about, and held a hand to her head to block out the sun. "I swear, it's getting so hot out here!", She cried. She began unbuttoning her blazer, a Navy-Blue one wore by young women of the aristocracy. "I mean...obviously, it's going to be warm in the summertime, but this is rather ridiculous, don't you agree, Tora?"

"Eh, at least its not as hot as the island.", Said the younger sibling, Torii. Torii was the younger sister, at sixteen years old. She was of a small build, but was a strong person nonetheless. She seemed to have her father's features, rather than her mothers: Her hair was bleach-blonde, like her sister's, but a lighter shade. The same went for her eyes, which her a pale blue, as opposed to her sister's deep colours. Even her skin was lighter, paler. Instead of her elder sibling's proper, fancy uniform, she wore a a Junior Army Uniform, comprised of a slightly baggy, tan shirt, with red details. However, taking after her sister's sense of fashion, she had swapped out the black shorts for a matching miniskirt, and covered her legs, down to her boots, with long socks. Indeed, it wasn't hard to tell them apart.

"So,"She piped up again," What's with the weird school? Don't tell me that one of the supernaturals was involved somehow, I'm not a kid person." To this, Katya smiled at her sister. "Well, I rather enjoy children...they're so adorable."

"Says you."

"Oh, hush, Tora. Say, shall we check it out later?"

"Eh, sure."

With that, the two siblings walked off together, headed back towards the building they called their home.
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Postby Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:10 pm

Caspian Lawrence was an old man in a young man's body. He was also a time traveler who kept meeting people in the wrong order.

He had realized many, many years ago that his life was a very bad ripoff of Doctor Who.

Fortunately, Caspian was a very big fan of Doctor Who.

Today, it was Thanksgiving Day. Caspian had landed in Elfen High the day before, and had come from the year 72 AD, where he had been posing as a slave boy on a rustic villa near Pompeii. He had been the master's... puer delicatus, so it had been a fairly, uh, cushy life. Still, it had been time to move on, so he'd jumped. He could control his jumps now, to an extent -- he could control when he jumped, at least. He could not, however, always control when or where he jumped to. That said, for whatever reason or another, he was inextricably linked to Elfen High. So it was generally a safe bet that, if he wasn't there when he jumped, he was likely to jump there next.

This morning, Caspian was in the dining hall, feet up on a table, reading the morning news using his contacts as he idly picked at the sausage on his tray. He took a sip from his mug of coffee, put it down, and suddenly sniffed the air. Something was off. Something was very off. Like an animal, Caspian had somewhat heightened senses -- he therefore was able to detect the warning signs of anything and everything that was utterly disrespecting the laws of time and space. Usually, this amounted to an ability to sense when an involuntary jump was coming up or discern the nature of fellow time travelers.

Today it meant he knew something very big and very bad was about to happen. Calmly, Caspian blinked to close out the news on his contacts, stood, and walked out into the lobby. Looking around, he sighed. It wasn't just the dining hall, no, it looked like it was going to be the whole school. Frowning, he muttered, "I am 209 years old; I am getting too old for this shit."

Anyone who didn't know Caspian Lawrence -- and at this point in Elfen High's history, there were a great many people who did not know Caspian Lawrence -- would be taken slightly aback by that statement, as he didn't look like much more than a ridiculous 17-year-old. He was dressed ridiculously, for certain. He wore a white button down shirt, which was fairly normal, and black boots, which were also fairly normal. His pants were brown corduroys, which was a bit odd as those were out of style, but otherwise that bit was normal. Then, of course, there was his coat. It was large, had many pockets, and it looked as though a rainbow had mated with it. He had a ridiculously long scarf wrapped about his neck in autumnal colors, and there was a big, floppy hat on his head. Poking out of one of the pockets in his coat was a small figurine that heavily resembled Tom Baker. He kept it with him wherever he went as a memento of the first boy he had ever fallen for.

Caspian could sense some sort of pressure rising. Something different in the smell. Carefully, he unwrapped the scarf; it was many, many meters in length. He held it in his hands like a length of rope, which is very indicative of how he intended to use it; this is why it was weighted on one end. When it was all off, it revealed a bright red bow tie which had been underneath it.

On intuition, Caspian ran for the stairs as best as he could, grabbing onto one railing. Deftly, he threw the rope around the other railing; it wrapped itself around. Grabbing for it, he pulled it back. He repeated this process several more time, with himself in the middle, until he had created a sort of makeshift net keeping him in place. If this wasn't going to help with whatever was about to happen, he was going to look remarkably stupid, but then, this was Elfen High.

That was when the school lifted off and Caspian knew he was in the right. As this was the stairwell to the Maths wing, he was assured that their were no students anywhere near it, so he had a rather safe and even somewhat comfortable flight.

When the school landed, he untangled himself and wrapped the scarf back around his neck. Walking back to the lobby, he said, "Hullo, chaps, what seems to be the fuss today?"
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Postby Individuality-ness » Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:17 pm

Alison. Poor Alison.

She had been sitting in her room trying to study for her maths final -- maths was so hard, she was never good at maths -- and trying to wean off this tummy ache that she had from eating too many carrots.

... don't blame her. Carrots are delicious, and attractive to bunnygirls. It's like their sugar. Problem is, bunnies and bunnygirls aren't supposed to eat that many carrots. They were supposed to eat a balanced diet that includes grains and nuts.

Needless to say, Alison had binged on carrots and now she had a tummy ache. Poor girl. She was trying to do maths, but every time she tried, she could feel her tummy rumbling in pain and she had to go back and lie down.

When the school began to rumble and tumble due to it shifting dimensions or universes or whatever, the bunnygirl suddenly found herself at the wastebucket. Good thing too, since she got extremely sick from the chaos. She hated motion sickness, hated it, hated it.

Then again, that's sort of what you get for eating too many carrots.

When the school finally came to rest, the bunnygirl was exhausted. She landed on her bed and conked out, hopefully for a few hours.

The wastebasket fell too, falling upside down onto the ground and spilling its contents. Orange it was, and smelling of carrots.

Meh, Someone's going to come by later and clean it up.
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How secure? After all of that rumbling and tumbling, when the school finally landed, Divia's room was as impeccable as ever. The sheets were still perfect on her bed, the water in the vases on her table by her bedside didn't spill even an atom of water, and Divia was still sitting in front of her desk, her hair perfectly shiny and beautiful -- and clean. Always clean.

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:13 pm

Crowley fired an electrical burst of energy from his left hand at the "Drug Free" sign, destroying it for being a filthy lie. "Dreadfully sorry about that." he said in a tone resembling an apology. "But that was so far from the truth I couldn't bare to let you put the sign down. In any case..." he stepped formally outside now, on the sidewalk and pavement, looking with a sense of curiosity and wonderment at the city around him. "Marvellous, marvellous place. And you knew exactly how to adapt to us, even if you were stupid about the sign!" he told the city worker, suddenly appearing next to him and thumping him on the back.

Then some other people, from his school and otherwise, came up to him to ask questions. But Crowley's attention had been otherwise drawn to other matters. "A dinosaur!" he said in delight, seeing one approach now in a bathrobe and with a newspaper and a cup of joe. "And fully adjusted! Ours are just stupid rednecks!" he appeared next to the dinosaur now, sniffing at it and poking it a few times. "Yes indeed- you are a genuine, 100% dinosaur." he grinned.

The Elfen Highers would feel a bit disturbed by Crowley's happy go lucky attitude and almost childlike behaviour right now, especially considering his typical behaviour in their home universe. For Crowley, however, this was like a beautiful vacation away from the problems of his home. Or perhaps just a nice drug-induced hallucination.

He briefly teleported back into the school to give Caspian a punch right in the face for his word choice, before teleporting right back to the dinosaur. "Tell me lad, what's your name? We just don't get smart dinosaurs in our world. Only the stupid ones really thrive for some reason, which says a lot about the nature of the universe when you come to think of it. Never banged a dinosaur for a long while either, though I'd buy you dinner first. Anyway, Benefield? Or whatever. Very, very interesting city..." he said now to himself, walking away from the dinosaur and allowing his eyes to take the whole thing in.

He appeared back next to Lewis Jameson- though the man wasn't his Lewis, he was still a Lewis and was a constant thing for him, something that he could be used to. "So, what do you think of this?" he asked the American. Then he noted two people, a woman and a man (the man wearing a Nazi uniform- Crowley proceeded to hate the man on sight) walking toward them. "Nazis? Never liked them, bloody idio-"

Crowley realised he was standing next to an insane version of Lewis. This one was a very patriotic American and redneck, something Crowley despised as well. And there was a Nazi walking toward them.

A popcorn bag materialised in Crowley's hands.
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Postby Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:27 pm

"Oh, fuck," said Caspian. "Ow," he intoned, rubbing his jaw.

I really don't think I deserved that, he thought. Sighing, and obviously not getting many answers if any, he walked over to the front office, and peeked inside. There was an administrative assistant at the desk who waved at him briefly, but the administrative assistant won't be appearing in this crossover, really. We're only allowed two, you see, so Parnell couldn't really come out to play. Anyhow, Caspian grinned at the absolute mess the office was in before launching himself at a large cylindrical tube full of umbrellas that was lying on the ground. He wrestled with it for a moment before pulling out a particular umbrella.

It was black, with a red, curved handle, and it was Caspian's. Smiling, he stood and slung it over his shoulder, tipping his hat at the administrative assistant before strolling back out of the office.

Now, he thought, I shall be ready for anything. Always know where your umbrella is; never know when you might need it.

To that end, he grinned at Sir Nilark and said, "Always know where your umbrella is in a crisis; never know when you might need it, and it's a great comfort to have."

Then he strolled outside the school and took a look around. The first thing he noticed was, just like Crowley, that there was a dinosaur.

"Oh, good show. Absolutely smashing," he said.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:44 pm

Lewis' eye twitched.

"Ye'," he growled, "Motherfuckin'. Boxhead. Ye' absolute piece-of-shit. Fuck you. FUCK YOU SO MUCH."

Now, here's the thing not many people know about Lewis Jameson - Lewis Jameson is not his name. It's an adopted identity, taken to rebel against the parents that abandoned him. Lewis was, in fact, born Stanley Berkowitz, the end result of the French deBoys family and the Irish/Jewish Berkowitz family. I could go deeper, of course, but you don't care. The point is that, needless to say, Lewis was not fond of Nazis.

"YE' FUCKING JERRY BITCH!" he cried, "YE'RE A DEAD MAN."

Lewis made a mad dash towards the Nazi, before suddenly coming to stop, and glancing over at the dinosaur.

"Wait," he said, "what the fuck. Is. That. A. Dinosaur. And a Nazi. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is 1947 all over again."

He spun around and glared at Crowley.

"Where are the aliens, Crowley?" he growled, "Where are the goddamn aliens?"
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Postby Olthar » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:51 pm

A window suddenly smashed as Sari-chan hurled herself out of it. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that she was on the fifth floor and fell down quite a ways into a thorny bush near the school. Freaking out, she loudly pulled herself out of the bush with a screech. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a rather well made Solid Snake cosplay that was now covered in tears and leaves from the bush. After freeing herself, the catgirl immediately dove behind another bush and pulled out a plastic model gun. Poking her head out, she glanced around before dashing out and quickly hiding behind a different bush. She slowly made her way over to where Crowley was and dashed up behind him.

"Sir, I don't mean to alarm you, but I think something has happened to the school," she said in a hushed whisper, suspiciously glaring around at various things, "I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'm close to figuring it out. I think it has something to do with these other buildings that weren't here before. Sari-chan out."

With that, the cat girl leaped up into a nearby tree and pulled out a pair of binoculars which she used to begin scanning the area.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:53 pm

Olthar wrote:A window suddenly smashed as Sari-chan hurled herself out of it. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that she was on the fifth floor and fell down quite a ways into a thorny bush near the school. Freaking out, she loudly pulled herself out of the bush with a screech. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a rather well made Solid Snake cosplay that was now covered in tears and leaves from the bush. After freeing herself, the catgirl immediately dove behind another bush and pulled out a plastic model gun. Poking her head out, she glanced around before dashing out and quickly hiding behind a different bush. She slowly made her way over to where Crowley was and dashed up behind him.

"Sir, I don't mean to alarm you, but I think something has happened to the school," she said in a hushed whisper, suspiciously glaring around at various things, "I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'm close to figuring it out. I think it has something to do with these other buildings that weren't here before. Sari-chan out."

With that, the cat girl leaped up into a nearby tree and pulled out a pair of binoculars which she used to begin scanning the area.

"You!" Lewis shouted, stabbing a finger at Sarina, "Are! Fuckin' weird. I'm too drunk for this shit."

He promptly passed out.
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Postby The New Velociraptor Empire » Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:56 pm

"Dr. Neil Von Eldritch, I'm married." Neil answered the strange man and watched him from the yard. He calmly sipped some more coffee and picked up the morning paper. Neil put the newspaper in the pocket of his bathrobe before he took the scanner out again, focusing it on the new neighbor.

Fortu came out of the apartment and went to talk to Neil. The nervous cybernetic man was a bit uncomfortable talking to his creator. "So what is going on?" Fortu asked while making sure the fence separated them as he choose stayed on the street. "So far that guy came out of that building, which the city has classified as a school, which came from another universe, which he is aware of. I didn't do it. Also, my children are no longer afraid to kill those trained roosters." Neil summarized and took a sip of coffee. "Okay....is it dangerous?" Fortu asked in an inquisitive tone. "Depends on your definition of dangerous." Neil replied.

On watching an even stranger person with a British accent exit the school, then an American start going crazy in the street, he had one thing to say, "You know Fortu, I think I'll get dressed and warm up the Death-Ray in the backyard." Neil said and finished off the coffee. "No, we just met these people, you can't just break out the Death-Ray in five minutes." Fortu protested franticly. "Right, breakfast first, I still need to kill one of the waffalos." Neil missed the point and walked back to his house, leaving Fortu on the sidewalk.
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Postby Astrolinium » Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:01 pm

Eric Manischewitz made his way out to the lobby and sighed. Even from here, he could see that, while the school had indeed landed, it had not bothered to land in the same place as it had been before. That was rather typical of the school, wasn't it? Always circumventing one's expectations, wasn't it? He wouldn't even be surprised if the school had only bothered to bring a select few people with it in the first place; probably only brought the ones it liked and left the rest behind. And, obviously, the music room, for whatever reason. Probably sadism; Eric was sure the old girl was a sadist on a deep, basic level of its personality.

If schools had personalities. But Elfen High was no ordinary school.

Eric looked at Sir Nilark and sighed. "Oh, this is just lovely. The school's in a whole 'nother place and the first person I run into is Mr. Trouser Snake With a Union Jack himself. So..."

He threw his hands in the air in exasperation, muttering, "Typical" and going to sit down before he gave himself an ulcer.
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Postby Individuality-ness » Fri Jun 28, 2013 10:09 pm

The noise outside was getting disruptive. Divia stuck her head out of the window, intending to tell these people to quiet down.

Instead, she saw a dinosaur downstairs. Or at least, the writer knew it was a dinosaur. Divia though? Nope.

Gwack! Divia reeled back quickly out of fear.

"Oh dear" -- she refused to use the Lord's name in vain -- "the Behemoth hath come, the Behemoth hath come! The Lord hath become angry with us, and he plans to send us all to Hell!"

They told her about the demons, about the Behemoth, about all of the monsters in the Bible in Biblical Studies. It was a required class, given the fact that it was Heavensgate. Divia studied her hardest for this class, partially because she was interested in the subject, and partially because she wanted to prove that even some half-devil spawn could be JUST as faithful to the Lord as anyone else.

And now outside, there was the Behemoth. In a blue bathrobe.

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The smile on Klaus’ face intensified as he watched the peculiar man’s antics, corners pulling back to reveal incredibly white and pointy teeth. The cultist leader’s first thought was “drunk” followed by “with really good drugs on board.” His hyperactive flitting only added to Klaus’ appreciation of him, so much so that he neglected to notice the man who had called him ‘Jerry’.

“Finally, someone who understands me,” he exclaimed to Minerva. His eyes widened at Crowley’s choice of food and he added, “and he likes popcorn!” Klaus resisted the urge to clap but he certainly quickened his pace.

He was fully intending to walk up to the man who had shouted from the door but then a woman cried out from a window above and Klaus - never one to focus when there was popcorn and turmoil sharing the same moment - vanished into his own boot and pulled it after him.

His hat popped into existence outside Divia’s window and he climbed out of it, quickly growing to normal size as he emerged. He squatted on her windowsill and peered in at her.

“Behemoth? Come now! Minerva’s gotten a bit chunky, but she’s not that fat. Just wait until you get a look at the 20’ tall monster. He’s a new resident.” Satisfied with his pacification efforts, Klaus hopped down from the window and belly flopped through the ground.

“Don’t worry about the sign,” said a voice from Crowley’s bag. The popped kernels shifted and a very small Klaus emerged. He pulled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the bag. “They put the sign there to ward off Prim. The cracked Cthulhu-loving bastard makes his own variety of recreational pharmaceuticals. Welcome to Bielefeld, by the way. I’m Klaus. The Behemoth is Minerva. The one with glasses is Luce. Oh, and the dinosaur is Neil, I think. He’s in a bathrobe so he might be Evil Neil or even his wife, Gretta. It’s hard to tell them apart sometimes.”

Twinkling blue eyes peered up at Crowley. Klaus tore off a portion from the nearest piece of popcorn and chewed it thoughtfully.
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Postby Swith Witherward » Sat Jun 29, 2013 5:14 am

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Klaus!” Minerva leveled a withering glare at him before turning her attention to Crowley. Her expression softened considerably.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized while grasping the tiny man’s collar between her index finger and thumb. “He’s excitable but doesn’t mean any harm by it. It’s part of his curse, you see. Your popcorn must have set him off.”

She lifted Klaus to eye level and gave him a sharp shake before punting him with a finger flick from her opposite hand. He sailed through the air like a noisome booger and smacked against Fortu’s face.

“So, what brings you to Bielefeld?”
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Postby The Drone Empire » Sat Jun 29, 2013 8:26 am

Dani worked steadily and with much attention, a myriad of lights and strange devices of various origin surrounding her inside the small room. What lay before her was her pride and joy, the Mark XII Drone-Doohickey, as Darius had called it before he left for his own business affairs elsewhere. In reality, Dani had no name for it yet, but it's appearance was something much to the likes of a spider, sprawled out with Dani's strange tools and apparatus lodged inside. As her eyes were deeply focused with help of a large piece of machinery covering her eyes that offered even finer resolution, her hands shifted ever so carefully to attach a set of wires, then couple some of the more mechanical parts. She finished these up with no issues, and sealed off the area exposed as her spider-contraption was ready for testing.

As she brought it online, it standing up on it's own accord and briefly looking around the space it was in, she plugged it into her A.I's console and began downloading various updates. She turned to the large display to observe what was going on around the city as she did every morning, or evening, or whenever bored since actually leaving the safety of her lab was not something she did very often. Before she could even notice anything, her computer alerted her with a loud 'ping', and a message box appeared in front of her. Annoyed, she looked over what it read.

"Warning! Anomaly detected!"

Then, it closed and pinpointed upon the map where, flickering to accommodate for the newly added school. Dani looked at the digital construct of the building with suspicion, but before anything, worries of how this may interrupt her test run came to mind. Then again, if any sort of hideous creature or beast did try attacking her out there she was more than capable of setting the robot into it's defensive mode. With this in mind, she closed the screen and returned to the spider, it's updates finished and it ready to go.

Dani and her machine left the room, it revealed to being a messily attached deployable structure from her commandeered Drone ship, the apartment and Janitor having since cleaned up the mess and making the addition somewhat fit in with the building itself. Dani arrived in the lobby within minutes and quickly proceeded out into front of the apartment. It was then she saw the school and it's dreadful inhabitants flooding Bielefields streets like all the other vermin. The spider kept close to it's creator, it marching along at a constant pace unaware of any dangers as of yet. Dani certainly wasn't one to meet and greet, so she planted herself by a tree, fairly close to the school but a good distance away, and secluded.

"Activate scanning functions, police the area surrounding Anomaly A." Dani commanded, and the robot began marching towards the school, she watching through it's eyes with a small creation that could be said to be the manual override to the spider contraption. Or the controller to her toy robot, but she'd beat you to death if you called it such a thing.
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Postby The New Velociraptor Empire » Sat Jun 29, 2013 10:25 am

Fortu panicked when a tiny Klaus hit his face and began franticly running in circles. "Get him off! Get him off! Get him off!" he shouted and nearly stepped on the spider bot. Neil came back out now dressed in his usual blue suit and fedora. He calmly walked over lighting his Peterson pipe. Neil stopped Fortu by grabbing him by the shoulder, and pulled Klaus off his face. Neil contemplated eating the tiny man, before dropping him on the ground.

"Fortu, we never do anything together anymore. Care for breakfast at Chaos?" Neil asked. "I'll meet you there, I want to meet the new neighbors." Fortu reluctantly answered, he didn't want to say no, but he didn't want to be alone with Neil.

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Postby Esternial » Sat Jun 29, 2013 11:04 am

Life isn't easy as a creature of the night. There are all sorts of luxuries you can't afford that many take for granted. Like wearing sunglasses. Sure, you could opt to wear them, but since walking in the sunlight was terrible for your skin, and could possibly result in your ultimate demise, you would only be able to wear them indoors and during the night. Only pretentious douchebags and CSI agents wear sunglasses at night. Emilie was neither of those, so she gracefully laid her head to rest when others would adorn them with sunglasses and plaster their faces with liberal quantities of sunscreen.

Slumbering inside her own personal comfort module, or coffin, the young vampire listened to the tunes of Foghat as she recuperated her energy. It was dark inside, as one would expect from a coffin, but that's where the comparison with your boring wooden coffin ended. The interior was padded with FUCKING MEMORY FOAM. It remembers her, and provides comedic effect for anyone who opens the coffin and finds a vampire tucked away in it like an action figure sealed in its package. Of course, you probably wouldn't get strangled for opening the pa-- on second thought, you might get strangled either way, but by two totally different types of people, unless you know a vampire who collects action figures in their original packaging. Anyway, shits and giggles before you die.

Because of this marvellous invention, Emilie didn't experience too much discomfort as the school ploughed its way through the omniverse and landed with the grace of a drunk eagle. Chains firmly kept her coffin from taking to the skies. Though originally intended to keep pranksters from stealing it and its valuable cargo, they managed to pass this test with flying colours, opening to reveal only a lightly shaken Emilie. Abruptly she pulled herself up, now sitting in her coffin, her eyes scanning the room. Light crept through the blinds, though the entire room was deprived of any artificial source of light. Emi's eyes worked well in the dark, not so much in the light. It was probably still day.

"For the love of..." She muttered, deliberately avoiding the last word to end her sentence. Sluggishly she got up and climbed out of her coffin, the only sound in the room coming from the earbuds she had just taken off. The music stopped as she reached over the edge of the coffin and pressed a button on a panel that had been fitted on a metal exterior. Another button activated the room's artificial lighting, on a low-light setting, revealing the interior. The room had a Spartan feel, with only a coffin in the very centre and a series of markings on the walls that warded off most supernatural entities, especially angles. The casket itself was fashioned from steel, with no elaborate markings or decorations that most vampires were privy to. One's coffin was a very personal thing to a vampire, so most wanted to make it unique amongst the others. Emilie's personal touch was more focused on the interior, adding some reliable technology to keep the environment within her sarcophagus perfectly within her own desired parameters.

Aside from her "bed" there was a trunk, fashioned from the same steel, containing her personal belongings; as well as a closet and a refrigerator, holding a supply of snacks. The machine didn't make a sound until Emi opened it, allowing to send the sound of its humming throughout the room while its owner rummaged through its contents, finally retrieving several blood packs of AB+ and B- before slamming the door shut again. A girl needed her a balanced diet, after all.

Before she headed out, Emi did have to get dressed, opening the closet and picking out her outfit for the day. A pair of dark jeans, a blended dark purple jersey and a black leather jacket would probably do. It were modern times, after all. The lack of colour didn't really bother her too much, though her uncle often suggested buying lighter colours to 'blend in'. Emi liked to stick with this part of the vampire stereotype.

As a precaution, she brought along her katana before venturing out, finally reaching the school's entrance. Finally some luck. It seemed to be raining, with thick clouds preventing the sunlight from directly frying her like a chicken nugget. There were strangers outside, something she wasn't really looking forward to. Thought she had already met a few people who were impervious to her passive ability, Emi had no way of knowing whether her uncontrollable aura of supernatural charm would influence one or two of these people. Normal people would likely feel like the girl standing before them is a very trustworthy gal who they can entrust all their secrets to for some reason, but a select few would think of things that weren't quite kosher. With some luck none of these strangers would be part of the latter group.

Confidently she stepped out, the heels of her boots clacking on the concrete as she walked further from the comfortable safety of the school and tried to get her bearings. She was never very good at that, but she could swear that this place wasn't here last time she took a stroll. Then she saw Crowley.

"Peachy. The man's fruit loops"

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:06 pm

Cerillium wrote:The smile on Klaus’ face intensified as he watched the peculiar man’s antics, corners pulling back to reveal incredibly white and pointy teeth. The cultist leader’s first thought was “drunk” followed by “with really good drugs on board.” His hyperactive flitting only added to Klaus’ appreciation of him, so much so that he neglected to notice the man who had called him ‘Jerry’.

“Finally, someone who understands me,” he exclaimed to Minerva. His eyes widened at Crowley’s choice of food and he added, “and he likes popcorn!” Klaus resisted the urge to clap but he certainly quickened his pace.

He was fully intending to walk up to the man who had shouted from the door but then a woman cried out from a window above and Klaus - never one to focus when there was popcorn and turmoil sharing the same moment - vanished into his own boot and pulled it after him.

His hat popped into existence outside Divia’s window and he climbed out of it, quickly growing to normal size as he emerged. He squatted on her windowsill and peered in at her.

“Behemoth? Come now! Minerva’s gotten a bit chunky, but she’s not that fat. Just wait until you get a look at the 20’ tall monster. He’s a new resident.” Satisfied with his pacification efforts, Klaus hopped down from the window and belly flopped through the ground.

“Don’t worry about the sign,” said a voice from Crowley’s bag. The popped kernels shifted and a very small Klaus emerged. He pulled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the bag. “They put the sign there to ward off Prim. The cracked Cthulhu-loving bastard makes his own variety of recreational pharmaceuticals. Welcome to Bielefeld, by the way. I’m Klaus. The Behemoth is Minerva. The one with glasses is Luce. Oh, and the dinosaur is Neil, I think. He’s in a bathrobe so he might be Evil Neil or even his wife, Gretta. It’s hard to tell them apart sometimes.”

Twinkling blue eyes peered up at Crowley. Klaus tore off a portion from the nearest piece of popcorn and chewed it thoughtfully.

Swith Witherward wrote:“Oh for fuck’s sake, Klaus!” Minerva leveled a withering glare at him before turning her attention to Crowley. Her expression softened considerably.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized while grasping the tiny man’s collar between her index finger and thumb. “He’s excitable but doesn’t mean any harm by it. It’s part of his curse, you see. Your popcorn must have set him off.”

She lifted Klaus to eye level and gave him a sharp shake before punting him with a finger flick from her opposite hand. He sailed through the air like a noisome booger and smacked against Fortu’s face.

“So, what brings you to Bielefeld?”

Crowley glanced down at his popcorn. "Technical difficulties." he said, taking a few more bites of his popcorn. "Basically, our school's universe-staying drive thing- there's a complicated name for it that I never bothered to learn- broke down. As a result, we started flying across the Omniverse. We crash landed here after the power ran out. It'll probably take us a week or so to get the power back on so we can head back to our universe." he looked around further at the city, seeming happy with what he saw. "I do love your city though. Brilliant place. Seems wonderfully random and chaotic. I needed a vacation anyhow." he said,

In his left hand, he now had an umbrella. "Got this thing out of a dream a while ago." he explained. "Well, it was a dream for the Texan, a nightmare for the other man in the dream. Long story." he held the umbrella up in the air. "It also scans magic...And there's a lot of it here. I can feel it. I also feel my school added quite a lot to this city as well." he said, the umbrella disappearing.

Now he sat down in a rather comfortable revolving chair, raising one leg up and putting it over his knee, a glass of wine in his left hand. "You care for some wine? It's marvellous. Made it out of one of my favourite memories." he said.

A Japanese-American man walked out, looking quite irate. "Crowley, we have bigger problems." the man said, looking worried. His white t-shirt and jeans had been seriously bruised by the travel, but he seemed otherwise fine. "We need to find out who's in charge of this city." he told Minerva. "I'm Daisuke Taka, pleased to meet you." he extended his hand. "I apologise for our sudden intrusion here."

"They adjusted quite quickly to us." Crowley noted. "Look at how quickly the buildings moved over to make space for us and how quickly the worker made a sign. No, Daisuke, we have at least a week here. I'm going to enjoy it."

Daisuke paused. "I sense something." he said, walking slowly away from Crowley toward a tree in front of the apartment building, only sparing a glance to acknowledge the bizareness of this situation, even for him.

Daisuke was a technopath, and he felt some kind of being watching them. He ran his own scan from his eyes, detecting a spider-like robot under the tree, as well as a girl. Daisuke failed to take into account the girl may be a technopath as well- which was unfortunate.

A bit of background for the PL folks. Daisuke Taka is a man who has a deadly disease that keeps him physically weak and unable to walk. The real Daisuke is usually somewhere in an unknown part of Elfen High itself, kept out of danger. But he created several robotic bodies that he can interact with the real world through, while remaining safe.

Of course, this meant those skilled with technology could mess around with his robotic form quite a bit.
Olthar wrote:A window suddenly smashed as Sari-chan hurled herself out of it. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized that she was on the fifth floor and fell down quite a ways into a thorny bush near the school. Freaking out, she loudly pulled herself out of the bush with a screech. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a rather well made Solid Snake cosplay that was now covered in tears and leaves from the bush. After freeing herself, the catgirl immediately dove behind another bush and pulled out a plastic model gun. Poking her head out, she glanced around before dashing out and quickly hiding behind a different bush. She slowly made her way over to where Crowley was and dashed up behind him.

"Sir, I don't mean to alarm you, but I think something has happened to the school," she said in a hushed whisper, suspiciously glaring around at various things, "I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'm close to figuring it out. I think it has something to do with these other buildings that weren't here before. Sari-chan out."

With that, the cat girl leaped up into a nearby tree and pulled out a pair of binoculars which she used to begin scanning the area.

Crowley looked at Sari-Chan with surprise. "Oh. Yes. You're back at the school, Sarina. That did slip my mind." he smiled despite himself. "Don't worry." he shouted back. "We're safe for now!"
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Postby The Drone Empire » Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:57 pm

The small little machine worked under the feet of those it encountered as it surveyed the area surrounding the school, yet to attempt to go on inside. It's vague blue scanning flash shot out ahead of it while it calculated in the variables and conditions, anything of interest in the region surround the school - from the air to the ground to the energy readings - would be denoted in a log for Dani or her A.I to analyze later. Frail as it may appear, it was quite durable, it's alloy that nearly identical in hardness to Drone metal, yet almost twice as thin. So, of course it could be stepped on, kicked, tossed, throne, ran over and boiled in a stew, it was a tough little machine. Still, a machine it was, and it's controller sat quietly, staring into the small holographic screen reading with utmost care at the HUD. Intriguing, this event was, it provided a good test to the spiders capabilities - crossing fairly unbalanced terrain, detecting variations with pinpoint accuracy and it's overall ability to stay on task. She was pleased to see it run according to plan, yet she still was at least half-curious of these new arrivals, but was unable to decide whether or not to approach. She was one who followed 'better safe than sorry' to the letter.
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