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

[Mavorpen]

You know, the thing I love about XCOM is how the dev team apparently thought of everything.

For example, Alien abductions have been happening in Japan, but the country's panic level is still quite low/skeptic of aliens. A news report popped up in the situation room's screen, which said something amongst the lines of: "Alleged attempted alien abductions in downtown Tokyo have been blamed on over-enthusiastic anime cosplayers."

Here's the India related ones.

Apparently, when the invasion starts getting nightmarish, India continues to fight back and it's kinda implied that it teams up with Pakistan to stop the aliens.

You're making me want to go back to the game.

Stahp

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Hola, como estas?" smiled a young waitress as a man who looked rather like an older and bearded Nicholas Cage glanced up at her. The small cafe in Tijuana was quiet and peaceful right now in the early morning. 5 AM wasn't normally the most busy of times anywhere, after all.

The man looked up at her. "Estoy bien, y tu?" he replied back in fluent Spanish, if European accented, seeming preoccupied with something else, merely drinking his coffee and bagels in solitude while the heater ran in the back. Even Mexico got cold in early January, after all. Only six other people were in the cafe right now, aside from the man and the waitress.

"Vas en alguna parte?" the waitress asked again, her blue eyes looking at the man curiously.

The man shrugged, scratching at his beard. "Solo estoy viajando." he said, taking another swig of his coffee. "Me estoy tomando un tiempo libre de trabajo." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in from his nostrils. "Soy estadounidense." he added helpfully.

"Oh, you're American?" the girl asked, switching to English. "Do you mind if I practise my English with you?" Upon seeing the man's shrug and nod, she went on. "Where in America? I went to Texas once, visiting some family. Going to Oregon this summer for college." she said, looking curious.

"All over, really." he said in response to her question. "But I considered my home Nevada. Lived there for a while, quite liked it."

"Nevada?" The girl rolled the name on her tongue. "Isn't that where that explosion thing happened? You know, just a week ago? Or that whole drugged water thing? Some people are already trying to get some telenova made about that. It'll be shit though." The girl paused. "Oh, sorry, I didn't intend to-"

"No, no, I don't mind swearing." the man chuckled. "I do a bit of it myself. And I don't know too much about that - I actually left just before it happened. Good timing, I'd suppose." He said, quiet again. He stood up suddenly, his coffee done though his bagel largely untouched. "Thank you very much for the meal. I'm afraid I don't have pesos on me, do you accept dollars?" he asked, taking out his wallet.

"Yes, that'll work, I know how to get them converted-" The girl paused suddenly when the man left a hundred dollars on the counter and walked outside before she could yell that the amount was far too much.

---

Nicholas Carry sat outside the cafe, in his Ford. He turned on the radio in the car, hearing snippets of Jon Stewart's recent interview combined with talk show hosts discussing it. It was an American radio channel - Carry had ways of accessing whatever station he felt he needed to, no matter where he happened to be.

"What happened in Las Vegas last week is purely human. I don't like what it has to say about the current measure of security in the innermost parts of our nation, but it's not the end of the world. I'd expect increased security in major cities, but not wizards." spoke Director Napolitano, after which the talk show hosts started talking about how this either wasn't enough or was an overreaction. Las Vegas was shut down for the time being as a gambling centre anyway - not safe to return just yet. And his work there was done anyway.

He hadn't received any message from G yet, but he expected one to emerge soon enough. He opened a compartment of his Ford, taking out a folder. Inside the folder were typed up papers detailing many events that were occurring, had occurred, or would soon occur. "January 4th, 2012. That's now." he muttered. He looked further. "And December 21st will be when magic is fully revealed; people will be looking for me then, perhaps. I covered my tracks and dealings well in Nevada, and I think SGE believes me dead..." He felt a pang of pain. He didn't like lying to Ivan, but he had to. And his old friend was now quite dead as well.

Carry lit a cigarette, debating smoking it, but then crushed it between his fingers instead. He looked further in the folders. "And this is when a dangerous Satanic sect in Tijuana trying to create a portal to hell is violently and mysteriously killed by members of the cartel. A year later, investigation will discover the sect wasn't insane - they were in cahoots with Azazel and could actually open a portal. Well, can't have that..."

Carry pulled out his mobile phone, ringing a number. "Hola?" came the voice on the other side. His number would come up as unregistered.

"Juan." Carry said.

"Carry? You? You're alive?" said the surprised cartel member, switching to English. "How are you-"

"I'd be willing to play twenty questions with you, Juan, but I have information relevant for the cartel. There's a cult here, trying to open a portal to Hell. That needs to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."

The man sighed on the other line. "Look, ese, I can't really bother with whatever crackjob religion is-"

"They can actually do it." Carry said quietly. "And that'd be very, very bad for everyone involved. Including your cartel. If you can stop them, I'd be very grateful. Perhaps grateful enough to arrange you to gain access to my old market in the American Southwest."

Juan's voice came back after a second of pause. "Address?"

Carry gave it to him, and sat back to wait. A second later, he got a text message from a Mr. S. "G's not feeling well." it read simply. "Get in position in DC. New game will commence as scheduled."

Carry put his mobile away, struggling briefly with the dual emotions of anger and acceptance. It had been a very long time arranging these games with G, but he felt more relieved now. Now he knew the end of the games was coming, all too soon. Then he paused, pulling out his phone again. He sent back a text. "How's Montreal?"

A minute later, his phone buzzed, the text received. "As good as expected. Many pieces won't survive it though."

Carry frowned, rubbing his temples. Damn pity. He had liked this latest set, but many of them hadn't even survived their trip from San Francisco to Las Vegas. He supposed it was to be expected, especially in this particular game. He had weighed many deaths on his shoulders, so what was just a few more at this point?

He started up his Ford, and began to drive back to the States while his radio now began to talk about a recent shooting in an apartment complex in Tijuana, with some strange cult the victims.

I suck at summarising oneshots.

So someone else summarise it and I'll throw it in the oneshot list.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I find city apps easier to do than country apps, I've noted.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I find city apps easier to do than country apps, I've noted.

You've a strange mind.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I find city apps easier to do than country apps, I've noted.

You've a strange mind.

This is new information to you?

[Nationstatelandsville]

You've a strange mind.

This is new information to you?

Well, no, admittedly.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

This is new information to you?

Well, no, admittedly.

By the way, read my last oneshot. If you have time, summarise it, as I dislike summaries.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Well, no, admittedly.

By the way, read my last oneshot. If you have time, summarise it, as I dislike summaries.

I'll do so after I post to Fortune's Wheel.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

By the way, read my last oneshot. If you have time, summarise it, as I dislike summaries.

I'll do so after I post to Fortune's Wheel.

Good man.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

In addition to having a terrible crime rate, Tijuana has an area code of 666.

I find that amusing.

[Nationstatelandsville]

In addition to having a terrible crime rate, Tijuana has an area code of 666.

I find that amusing.

I'm sure they do, too.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

In addition to having a terrible crime rate, Tijuana has an area code of 666.

I find that amusing.

I'm sure they do, too.

The Satanists probably did.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Hola, como estas?" smiled a young waitress as a man who looked rather like an older and bearded Nicholas Cage glanced up at her. The small cafe in Tijuana was quiet and peaceful right now in the early morning. 5 AM wasn't normally the most busy of times anywhere, after all.

The man looked up at her. "Estoy bien, y tu?" he replied back in fluent Spanish, if European accented, seeming preoccupied with something else, merely drinking his coffee and bagels in solitude while the heater ran in the back. Even Mexico got cold in early January, after all. Only six other people were in the cafe right now, aside from the man and the waitress.

"Vas en alguna parte?" the waitress asked again, her blue eyes looking at the man curiously.

The man shrugged, scratching at his beard. "Solo estoy viajando." he said, taking another swig of his coffee. "Me estoy tomando un tiempo libre de trabajo." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in from his nostrils. "Soy estadounidense." he added helpfully.

"Oh, you're American?" the girl asked, switching to English. "Do you mind if I practise my English with you?" Upon seeing the man's shrug and nod, she went on. "Where in America? I went to Texas once, visiting some family. Going to Oregon this summer for college." she said, looking curious.

"All over, really." he said in response to her question. "But I considered my home Nevada. Lived there for a while, quite liked it."

"Nevada?" The girl rolled the name on her tongue. "Isn't that where that explosion thing happened? You know, just a week ago? Or that whole drugged water thing? Some people are already trying to get some telenova made about that. It'll be shit though." The girl paused. "Oh, sorry, I didn't intend to-"

"No, no, I don't mind swearing." the man chuckled. "I do a bit of it myself. And I don't know too much about that - I actually left just before it happened. Good timing, I'd suppose." He said, quiet again. He stood up suddenly, his coffee done though his bagel largely untouched. "Thank you very much for the meal. I'm afraid I don't have pesos on me, do you accept dollars?" he asked, taking out his wallet.

"Yes, that'll work, I know how to get them converted-" The girl paused suddenly when the man left a hundred dollars on the counter and walked outside before she could yell that the amount was far too much.

---

Nicholas Carry sat outside the cafe, in his Ford. He turned on the radio in the car, hearing snippets of Jon Stewart's recent interview combined with talk show hosts discussing it. It was an American radio channel - Carry had ways of accessing whatever station he felt he needed to, no matter where he happened to be.

"What happened in Las Vegas last week is purely human. I don't like what it has to say about the current measure of security in the innermost parts of our nation, but it's not the end of the world. I'd expect increased security in major cities, but not wizards." spoke Director Napolitano, after which the talk show hosts started talking about how this either wasn't enough or was an overreaction. Las Vegas was shut down for the time being as a gambling centre anyway - not safe to return just yet. And his work there was done anyway.

He hadn't received any message from G yet, but he expected one to emerge soon enough. He opened a compartment of his Ford, taking out a folder. Inside the folder were typed up papers detailing many events that were occurring, had occurred, or would soon occur. "January 4th, 2012. That's now." he muttered. He looked further. "And December 21st will be when magic is fully revealed; people will be looking for me then, perhaps. I covered my tracks and dealings well in Nevada, and I think SGE believes me dead..." He felt a pang of pain. He didn't like lying to Ivan, but he had to. And his old friend was now quite dead as well.

Carry lit a cigarette, debating smoking it, but then crushed it between his fingers instead. He looked further in the folders. "And this is when a dangerous Satanic sect in Tijuana trying to create a portal to hell is violently and mysteriously killed by members of the cartel. A year later, investigation will discover the sect wasn't insane - they were in cahoots with Azazel and could actually open a portal. Well, can't have that..."

Carry pulled out his mobile phone, ringing a number. "Hola?" came the voice on the other side. His number would come up as unregistered.

"Juan." Carry said.

"Carry? You? You're alive?" said the surprised cartel member, switching to English. "How are you-"

"I'd be willing to play twenty questions with you, Juan, but I have information relevant for the cartel. There's a cult here, trying to open a portal to Hell. That needs to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."

The man sighed on the other line. "Look, ese, I can't really bother with whatever crackjob religion is-"

"They can actually do it." Carry said quietly. "And that'd be very, very bad for everyone involved. Including your cartel. If you can stop them, I'd be very grateful. Perhaps grateful enough to arrange you to gain access to my old market in the American Southwest."

Juan's voice came back after a second of pause. "Address?"

Carry gave it to him, and sat back to wait. A second later, he got a text message from a Mr. S. "G's not feeling well." it read simply. "Get in position in DC. New game will commence as scheduled."

Carry put his mobile away, struggling briefly with the dual emotions of anger and acceptance. It had been a very long time arranging these games with G, but he felt more relieved now. Now he knew the end of the games was coming, all too soon. Then he paused, pulling out his phone again. He sent back a text. "How's Montreal?"

A minute later, his phone buzzed, the text received. "As good as expected. Many pieces won't survive it though."

Carry frowned, rubbing his temples. Damn pity. He had liked this latest set, but many of them hadn't even survived their trip from San Francisco to Las Vegas. He supposed it was to be expected, especially in this particular game. He had weighed many deaths on his shoulders, so what was just a few more at this point?

He started up his Ford, and began to drive back to the States while his radio now began to talk about a recent shooting in an apartment complex in Tijuana, with some strange cult the victims.

"Nicholas Carry is more than he seems, and he knows far too much."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Hola, como estas?" smiled a young waitress as a man who looked rather like an older and bearded Nicholas Cage glanced up at her. The small cafe in Tijuana was quiet and peaceful right now in the early morning. 5 AM wasn't normally the most busy of times anywhere, after all.

The man looked up at her. "Estoy bien, y tu?" he replied back in fluent Spanish, if European accented, seeming preoccupied with something else, merely drinking his coffee and bagels in solitude while the heater ran in the back. Even Mexico got cold in early January, after all. Only six other people were in the cafe right now, aside from the man and the waitress.

"Vas en alguna parte?" the waitress asked again, her blue eyes looking at the man curiously.

The man shrugged, scratching at his beard. "Solo estoy viajando." he said, taking another swig of his coffee. "Me estoy tomando un tiempo libre de trabajo." he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in from his nostrils. "Soy estadounidense." he added helpfully.

"Oh, you're American?" the girl asked, switching to English. "Do you mind if I practise my English with you?" Upon seeing the man's shrug and nod, she went on. "Where in America? I went to Texas once, visiting some family. Going to Oregon this summer for college." she said, looking curious.

"All over, really." he said in response to her question. "But I considered my home Nevada. Lived there for a while, quite liked it."

"Nevada?" The girl rolled the name on her tongue. "Isn't that where that explosion thing happened? You know, just a week ago? Or that whole drugged water thing? Some people are already trying to get some telenova made about that. It'll be shit though." The girl paused. "Oh, sorry, I didn't intend to-"

"No, no, I don't mind swearing." the man chuckled. "I do a bit of it myself. And I don't know too much about that - I actually left just before it happened. Good timing, I'd suppose." He said, quiet again. He stood up suddenly, his coffee done though his bagel largely untouched. "Thank you very much for the meal. I'm afraid I don't have pesos on me, do you accept dollars?" he asked, taking out his wallet.

"Yes, that'll work, I know how to get them converted-" The girl paused suddenly when the man left a hundred dollars on the counter and walked outside before she could yell that the amount was far too much.

---

Nicholas Carry sat outside the cafe, in his Ford. He turned on the radio in the car, hearing snippets of Jon Stewart's recent interview combined with talk show hosts discussing it. It was an American radio channel - Carry had ways of accessing whatever station he felt he needed to, no matter where he happened to be.

"What happened in Las Vegas last week is purely human. I don't like what it has to say about the current measure of security in the innermost parts of our nation, but it's not the end of the world. I'd expect increased security in major cities, but not wizards." spoke Director Napolitano, after which the talk show hosts started talking about how this either wasn't enough or was an overreaction. Las Vegas was shut down for the time being as a gambling centre anyway - not safe to return just yet. And his work there was done anyway.

He hadn't received any message from G yet, but he expected one to emerge soon enough. He opened a compartment of his Ford, taking out a folder. Inside the folder were typed up papers detailing many events that were occurring, had occurred, or would soon occur. "January 4th, 2012. That's now." he muttered. He looked further. "And December 21st will be when magic is fully revealed; people will be looking for me then, perhaps. I covered my tracks and dealings well in Nevada, and I think SGE believes me dead..." He felt a pang of pain. He didn't like lying to Ivan, but he had to. And his old friend was now quite dead as well.

Carry lit a cigarette, debating smoking it, but then crushed it between his fingers instead. He looked further in the folders. "And this is when a dangerous Satanic sect in Tijuana trying to create a portal to hell is violently and mysteriously killed by members of the cartel. A year later, investigation will discover the sect wasn't insane - they were in cahoots with Azazel and could actually open a portal. Well, can't have that..."

Carry pulled out his mobile phone, ringing a number. "Hola?" came the voice on the other side. His number would come up as unregistered.

"Juan." Carry said.

"Carry? You? You're alive?" said the surprised cartel member, switching to English. "How are you-"

"I'd be willing to play twenty questions with you, Juan, but I have information relevant for the cartel. There's a cult here, trying to open a portal to Hell. That needs to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."

The man sighed on the other line. "Look, ese, I can't really bother with whatever crackjob religion is-"

"They can actually do it." Carry said quietly. "And that'd be very, very bad for everyone involved. Including your cartel. If you can stop them, I'd be very grateful. Perhaps grateful enough to arrange you to gain access to my old market in the American Southwest."

Juan's voice came back after a second of pause. "Address?"

Carry gave it to him, and sat back to wait. A second later, he got a text message from a Mr. S. "G's not feeling well." it read simply. "Get in position in DC. New game will commence as scheduled."

Carry put his mobile away, struggling briefly with the dual emotions of anger and acceptance. It had been a very long time arranging these games with G, but he felt more relieved now. Now he knew the end of the games was coming, all too soon. Then he paused, pulling out his phone again. He sent back a text. "How's Montreal?"

A minute later, his phone buzzed, the text received. "As good as expected. Many pieces won't survive it though."

Carry frowned, rubbing his temples. Damn pity. He had liked this latest set, but many of them hadn't even survived their trip from San Francisco to Las Vegas. He supposed it was to be expected, especially in this particular game. He had weighed many deaths on his shoulders, so what was just a few more at this point?

He started up his Ford, and began to drive back to the States while his radio now began to talk about a recent shooting in an apartment complex in Tijuana, with some strange cult the victims.

"Nicholas Carry is more than he seems, and he knows far too much."

That works.

Also probably your reaction was "He knows far too much."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Nicholas Carry is more than he seems, and he knows far too much."

That works.

Also probably your reaction was "He knows far too much."

Exactly three people are allowed to know as much as Carry does; one of them is dead, the other is insane, and the third is a child.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

That works.

Also probably your reaction was "He knows far too much."

Exactly three people are allowed to know as much as Carry does; one of them is dead, the other is insane, and the third is a child.

For some reason I enjoyed the image of Carry sitting in his car checking papers about future events.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Just watched a bit of the ninth season of Supernatural.

Dean's face when he discovers Castiel lost his virginity is probably the happiest face he's ever made. "My little angel's all grown up!" face.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Agri, post in the South Africa rp.

Will do it when I can.

*cough*

[Agritum]

Will do it when I can.

*cough*

Sorry, homework bogged me down.

[Esternial]

Just watched a bit of the ninth season of Supernatural.

Dean's face when he discovers Castiel lost his virginity is probably the happiest face he's ever made. "My little angel's all grown up!" face.

Ah, finally!

This week's episode features some great Dean moments.

On an unrelated note, my fecking internet keeps dropping because this wireless fuck doesn't do 5GHz.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Happy Hannukah/Thanksgiving to you lot.

[Liriena]

Happy Hannukah/Thanksgiving to you lot.

For you, this is day of celebration is one of the most important in the year... but for me, it's a
Thursday.

Also, I love reviews of atrocious movies.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Happy Hannukah/Thanksgiving to you lot.

For you, this is day of celebration is one of the most important in the year... but for me, it's a
Thursday.

Also, I love reviews of atrocious movies.

Actually, it holds little to no meaning for me. But we do a little something anyway because my wife's American.

[Liriena]

For you, this is day of celebration is one of the most important in the year... but for me, it's a
Thursday.

Also, I love reviews of atrocious movies.

Actually, it holds little to no meaning for me. But we do a little something anyway because my wife's American.

Yeah, I thought as much, but I wanted to bastardize Raul Julia's awesomeness.

[Nude East Ireland]

For you, this is day of celebration is one of the most important in the year... but for me, it's a
Thursday.

Also, I love reviews of atrocious movies.

Actually, it holds little to no meaning for me. But we do a little something anyway because my wife's American.

"This turkey will not satisfy my hunger."

"Well, son, be thankful for what we have."

"I AM THE DEVOURING GOD OF THE END TIMES. MY HUNGER IS MORE VAST THAN ALL OF CREATION. NONE WILL ESCAPE."

"Eat your potatoes, dear."