Elfen High 2 (OOC 8, Closed, Will it Hurt?)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

There's a significant batch of fridge horror when you realise how centralised the demonic government was around Dys and Azazel.

And that all ended in the war.

Likely a lot of shit in the aftermath.

[Agritum]

There's a significant batch of fridge horror when you realise how centralised the demonic government was around Dys and Azazel.

And that all ended in the war.

Likely a lot of shit in the aftermath.

Well, if some demon communities were organized enough, they may have taken the whole brunt of the governmental collapse a bit better.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

There's a significant batch of fridge horror when you realise how centralised the demonic government was around Dys and Azazel.

And that all ended in the war.

Likely a lot of shit in the aftermath.

Well, if some demon communities were organized enough, they may have taken the whole brunt of the governmental collapse a bit better.

Sure, a few, and many were generally isolated from the rest.

But even then, there would be a lot of refugees.

[Nude East Ireland]

The inn was dimly lit, the flames of several candles shooing the darkness away with their dance. The innkeeper, an old hag wrapped in rags, placed a platter onto the corner table, before sauntering back to her place behind the counter.

A hand grabbed a mug from the platter, raised it to the lips of a bearded man, and tipped the mug, allowing golden liquid to pour into the man's mouth. He sighed, and placed the mug onto the table.

My dear friend, read the letter that sat upon the table, Thank you for contacting me. This country is in turmoil, and your help would be so much appreciated. Meet me at the usual place. We will speak more there.

A figure in robes approached the table, and fell into the open seat. The two were silent for several moments, before the robed one removed his hood, revealing an almost malnourished face, though it was hard to tell because of the thick, red chinstrap.

"Crowley," the Scotsman whispered in relief.

The wizard nodded. "It has been a long time, Ross."

"Indeed it has," the thane replied, before reaching onto the platter and retrieving a mug. "Is the liquor here still good?"

"Aye."

Ross smirked, and took a swig. "Then thank the Lord for that."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Crowley spoke, "But I don't think we have much time to reminisce."

Placing the mug onto the table, Ross avoided eye contact. "True. Well... What could I say, really?"

"Start from the part where your King was murdered."

There was a pause.

"A few months ago, the war with Norway ended. One of the thanes - the Thane of Cawdor - betrayed us. He was captured and executed. The King - God bless him - ordered me to relay the news to our generals, Macbeth and Banquo. Macbeth was the new Thane of Cawdor, and a celebration held at his castle Inverness."

"Go on."

Ross sighed. "The King was murdered. His guards framed. But Macbeth killed them in a rage. The heirs, Malcolm and Donalbain, have fled. I suspected that they may have been guilty. But then Macbeth declared himself the new King. Moved the centre of government to his nigh-impenetrable fortress, Dunsinane, and appointed a brutal sergeant named Seyton as his right-hand man. Banquo is dead, Macduff - Thane of Fife - has fled. I go to see his wife on the morrow, but I fear that Macbeth will attempt to strike at them."

Crowley took a bite out of his bread, contemplating the situation. "And how, exactly, does this concern myself?"

"You told me that you felt a strange presence," Ross replied. "Macbeth regularly holds court at Dunsinane. A spy loyal to me and the other thanes has reported three strange figures who see the future. I also have reports that Seyton is involved in dark magics."

"Alright," Crowley said, nodding. "I'll check it out. Now, where has this Macduff fled to?"

"England, most likely. It is where Malcolm - the King's heir - fled. Word amongst the other thanes is that the two will return with an English army to wrestle control from Macbeth."

"Do you think that it's possible?"

"Dunsinane is, as I have said, nigh-impenetrable. And Macbeth's army is one of the strongest and most brutal I have ever seen."

Crowley rubbed his bearded chin. "I suspect he may be using some otherworldly sources to keep such a loyal army; and the three weird figures you mention may be the cause of it - this Seyton could be involved as well."

The wizard stood, and sighed. "We'll talk later, my friend. For now, keep in contact with the other thanes. And head to England to find Macduff - tell him that you have a powerful friend who will help you lot in taking down Macbeth."

Ross smiled. "Thank you, Crowley."

"But this is the last favour I owe. After this, we are even."

"As you wish."

"Good."

And with that, Crowley walked out of the door. "Great pub," he muttered. "I might stop by again sometime."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The inn was dimly lit, the flames of several candles shooing the darkness away with their dance. The innkeeper, an old hag wrapped in rags, placed a platter onto the corner table, before sauntering back to her place behind the counter.

A hand grabbed a mug from the platter, raised it to the lips of a bearded man, and tipped the mug, allowing golden liquid to pour into the man's mouth. He sighed, and placed the mug onto the table.

My dear friend, read the letter that sat upon the table, Thank you for contacting me. This country is in turmoil, and your help would be so much appreciated. Meet me at the usual place. We will speak more there.

A figure in robes approached the table, and fell into the open seat. The two were silent for several moments, before the robed one removed his hood, revealing an almost malnourished face, though it was hard to tell because of the thick, red chinstrap.

"Crowley," the Scotsman whispered in relief.

The wizard nodded. "It has been a long time, Ross."

"Indeed it has," the thane replied, before reaching onto the platter and retrieving a mug. "Is the liquor here still good?"

"Aye."

Ross smirked, and took a swig. "Then thank the Lord for that."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Crowley spoke, "But I don't think we have much time to reminisce."

Placing the mug onto the table, Ross avoided eye contact. "True. Well... What could I say, really?"

"Start from the part where your King was murdered."

There was a pause.

"A few months ago, the war with Norway ended. One of the thanes - the Thane of Cawdor - betrayed us. He was captured and executed. The King - God bless him - ordered me to relay the news to our generals, Macbeth and Banquo. Macbeth was the new Thane of Cawdor, and a celebration held at his castle Inverness."

"Go on."

Ross sighed. "The King was murdered. His guards framed. But Macbeth killed them in a rage. The heirs, Malcolm and Donalbain, have fled. I suspected that they may have been guilty. But then Macbeth declared himself the new King. Moved the centre of government to his nigh-impenetrable fortress, Dunsinane, and appointed a brutal sergeant named Seyton as his right-hand man. Banquo is dead, Macduff - Thane of Fife - has fled. I go to see his wife on the morrow, but I fear that Macbeth will attempt to strike at them."

Crowley took a bite out of his bread, contemplating the situation. "And how, exactly, does this concern myself?"

"You told me that you felt a strange presence," Ross replied. "Macbeth regularly holds court at Dunsinane. A spy loyal to me and the other thanes has reported three strange figures who see the future. I also have reports that Seyton is involved in dark magics."

"Alright," Crowley said, nodding. "I'll check it out. Now, where has this Macduff fled to?"

"England, most likely. It is where Malcolm - the King's heir - fled. Word amongst the other thanes is that the two will return with an English army to wrestle control from Macbeth."

"Do you think that it's possible?"

"Dunsinane is, as I have said, nigh-impenetrable. And Macbeth's army is one of the strongest and most brutal I have ever seen."

Crowley rubbed his bearded chin. "I suspect he may be using some otherworldly sources to keep such a loyal army; and the three weird figures you mention may be the cause of it - this Seyton could be involved as well."

The wizard stood, and sighed. "We'll talk later, my friend. For now, keep in contact with the other thanes. And head to England to find Macduff - tell him that you have a powerful friend who will help you lot in taking down Macbeth."

Ross smiled. "Thank you, Crowley."

"But this is the last favour I owe. After this, we are even."

"As you wish."

"Good."

And with that, Crowley walked out of the door. "Great pub," he muttered. "I might stop by again sometime."

I like it.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Accurate.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Also, NEI, you can have Alice climb out of the bus to talk with Jade and Lana.

[Vesperis]

Also, NEI, you can have Alice climb out of the bus to talk with Jade and Lana.

Oh this will be fun

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Accurate.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-id4GKsaQk

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Note that Alice is 30, looks it, and is also a teacher at a magic school (though not Elfen High).

She may have a nametag as well.

[Vesperis]

Note that Alice is 30, looks it, and is also a teacher at a magic school (though not Elfen High).

She may have a nametag as well.

Yeah, heh, Lana's idea of being courteous to her elders is skewed severely

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Note that Alice is 30, looks it, and is also a teacher at a magic school (though not Elfen High).

She may have a nametag as well.

Yeah, heh, Lana's idea of being courteous to her elders is skewed severely

Well, yes, she just spent two minutes with Crowley. Respect to humanity gets skewed after that.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It was only logical, really, that Elfen High would involve a fairy, a reborn lightsaber-wielding girl and an Irish fighting a literal fuck face while the fight is commented on by a talking lizard.

[Nationstatelandsville]

It was only logical, really, that Elfen High would involve a fairy, a reborn lightsaber-wielding girl and an Irish fighting a literal fuck face while the fight is commented on by a talking lizard.

My only regret is that everyone (but Rosalind) is too busy to participate.

You should reply to D, by the way.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It was only logical, really, that Elfen High would involve a fairy, a reborn lightsaber-wielding girl and an Irish fighting a literal fuck face while the fight is commented on by a talking lizard.

My only regret is that everyone (but Rosalind) is too busy to participate.

You should reply to D, by the way.

I'm about to.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Breaking Bad has considerably increased my playlist.

[Mavorpen]

Does this gecko have a cockney accent?

Well, too fucking bad. I can't imagine it without it.

[Swith Witherward]

Is it my tired brain reading that IC post incorrectly, or is Crowley actually having a really bad day?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Is it my tired brain reading that IC post incorrectly, or is Crowley actually having a really bad day?

He's having a shitty day.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

No reaction to his bleeding eye, the lessening of hair, the lessening of waist or the unconscious child?

[Nationstatelandsville]

No reaction to his bleeding eye, the lessening of hair, the lessening of waist or the unconscious child?

This is Crowley.

Megan is used to it.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

You should write a oneshot about Eric and Parnell honeymooning here.

And fighting a Roman Catholic fundamentalist or something.

Fall Break starts after classes tomorrow.
So I think I may actually be able to do this.

Just a reminder.

[Astrolinium]

Fall Break starts after classes tomorrow.
So I think I may actually be able to do this.

Just a reminder.

I literally just got home about twenty minutes ago.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Just a reminder.

I literally just got home about twenty minutes ago.

My agents did not inform me of this.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I literally just got home about twenty minutes ago.

My agents did not inform me of this.

One must die for this failure.