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by Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Feb 27, 2014 5:05 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Feb 27, 2014 5:18 pm
Lazarian wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"That's the one, yes. Now, Oberon is shown as being a bastard beyond belief, but that's to be expected by the King of the Fae, insofar as chaotic beings like them can have leaders. The Fae feed on an interesting source - they feed upon stories and tales, upon music and passion, and so on. You would know of the fairy tales that involve fairies stealing musicians and writers? It's quite common. And they steal children too, for their potential and creativity. They're quite bastards in that respect." Gabriel noted.
Ivy paused.
"Azazel is...rather dead." she said bluntly. "Can the Fae defeat Death itself? And, if so...why are we fighting them, Gabriel? Humans will never cease with music and passion; and, frankly, even angels are passionate. And we're not going to stop having children. So, if these are the things they feed on, and, assuming they can come back from the dead, or cause things to come back from the dead, like in the case of Azazel...why are we attempting to prevent their invasion in the first place? Can the Fae be appeased?"
She was rather concerned at this. The more she heard about the Lords and Ladies, the less their collective chances of survival seemed. She would never defect to them, though. It would be preferable to die. She remembered Pierre and what had happened to him: he had been a greedy, selfish bastard in life, and, once converting to the Fae, it was as if all those qualities were magnified and enhanced. The Fae valued destruction and chaos. And...that wasn't something she could ever really stand for. Life was meant to be stable and to make sense.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Constaniana » Thu Feb 27, 2014 5:54 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nude East Ireland » Thu Feb 27, 2014 5:57 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nude East Ireland wrote:"Damien Seward," he replied. "I'm a time-traveller. I fought with a man named Crowley, who doesn't go by that name at this time. And the Fae are being assholes in the future, but - and you'll be glad to hear - that they didn't do so well after this war. You're Ganesh, right? We've met... er, we will meet, rather. Time travel is bullshit, I'm sure you understand."
He shrugged. "We're here to do some magic bullshit because I remember my life, when this body is that of my new incarnation."
Ganesh paused, looking at Damien. "Interesting. I know you. Not you you, per se. But your body. You were in Egypt not too long ago, fighting against the war. A soldier." He sat back on a recently materialised chair, his eyes glowing as he searched his memory. "Ahmose, your name was. But I suppose it'd be best for you to go by Damien for now, since you have no memory of Ahmose."
The stones suddenly began to glow red behind them. Merlin suddenly turned to Ganesh. "How bad is it?" he asked rapidly.
Ganesh looked at the blinking of the stones, how the light flashed on and off, faster and faster. "Bad. We have to go now." he paused. "Well, I have to go. Merlin, best that you come with me."
Merlin shook his head. "I cannot. I must stay here. Especially now. Stonehenge has to be protected. Find Richard instead, take him with you." he frowned. "Your plan is likely to backfire." he warned the Hindu god.
Another soldier looked at Damien bemusedly. "I have no idea what they're doing either." the soldier admitted, using a Gaulic accent. Damien realised that everyone was speaking Greek, and he somehow was fluent in it (though with an Egyptian accent). Must have been something from Ahmose's memories.
Ganesh looked at Damien. "Back on your horse. An attack is coming here, but we need to go elsewhere. Stonehenge will be safe in Merlin's hands. If you're here and alive, hopefully our plan will eventually succeed. But something big is happening soon, even if I don't know wha-"
A massive boom was heard in the sky, causing a shudder down on the Earth. The rain in the sky went berserk, the wind torrenting as the boom became a long crackling noise, like a continuous thunderclap. To quote another greater writer "Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!"
The sound died down eventually, and then, fearful and curious, everyone turned to the sky.
And saw the second moon that had appeared, not too far from the normal one. Both moons full.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:18 pm
Constaniana wrote:William stood completely still for a good while as Yuzuki's clothes changed. No force in existence could stop him checking out the hot Tanuki magically putting on a stripperiffic uniform. He absentmindedly countered the fireball with a radiant blast of his own, vaguely hearing Fred's plea for aid.
"Yeah...right. On it," William mumbled, managing to tear his gaze away from Yuzuki to the creature. The knight rushed towards the glitchy brute, swinging Excalibur at it.
by Rupudska » Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:31 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:The creature swiftly turned around and delivered a kick to William's groin before disappearing once more, because nothing says "Fuck you" better than something like that.
The ground below him and Frederick also started getting really really hot for some reason. "Fuck." Frederick said, before immediately diving out of the way, just in time to avoid a large pillar of flames that erupted from the place they were standing in moments before.
The white beast, meanwhile, was now falling directly towards Catrin, fists outstretched towards the ground as though it was diving.
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:57 pm
Rupudska wrote:Well, if Yuzuki wasn't fast enough, maybe a bullet was fast enough to hit the thing without resorting to trickery.
Something along those lines went through Cat's mind as she reloaded and opened fire on the beast. It was a bit awkward, but she managed it.
"What the fuck is this thing supposed to be? Fuck!"
Yuzuki, meanwhile, took the opportunity created by the creature focusing on Catrin to launch another attack of her own. This time, she aimed for what she assumed would probably be where the Achilles' tendon would be on the creature.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:20 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Daisuke opened up the door, the various group within the simulation blissfully engrossed within the virtual reality and unaware of the real world. He looked at D. "What do you need?" he asked.
"Well," D said, "you seem pissed at me about the company, and some other things, maybe. Which is no way to run an army, feuding soldiers."
D welcomed himself in, stomping up to Daisuke's hardware. He looked over it and frowned.
"You know," he said, "if you would just replace the wires with the SNS rig I built in August, things would be much more efficient. Not to mention realistic. But I digress."
He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for something that would never come.
"OK, I lied," D said, "I'm not here because of the war, I'm here because... fuck it, I don't want you to be mad at me when one of us dies. There. Happy?"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Feb 27, 2014 11:17 pm
The Inritus Extraho wrote:Agritum wrote:Grace replied with a respectful bow and a nod. "The pleasure is mine, Angel Calliel. I'm honoured of making acquaintance with a messenger of the Lord." she said, before standing up and shaking his hand. "Will you be in the same combat unit as me and Lily, Angel?"
Lily shrugged. "It would be interesting to fight alongside him, though..." She looked Calliel up and down, seeming to judge him carefully. "I have to wonder why he's assaulting his home with us."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Norvenia » Fri Feb 28, 2014 6:44 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley gave a nod. "Go ahead." he said. "I have some things to do myself." The wizard seemed to think on some things, annoyed by a fact just beyond the horizon that he couldn't quite realise. But he just shrugged and wandered off toward his office, to mediate on a few things.
As Daniel walked along, he'd see Nicholas Carry sitting on a couch in a break room, an American basketball match on in the background - it was the Dallas Mavericks vs the Portland Trailblazers. Carry watched the match with some interest, glancing at Daniel. "Not a bad sport, basketball." he said appreciatively. "In my time in America, I never quite cared for football or baseball, but this is a distinctive sport from there that I can enjoy indeed. How are you?"
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Feb 28, 2014 7:07 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Well," D said, "you seem pissed at me about the company, and some other things, maybe. Which is no way to run an army, feuding soldiers."
D welcomed himself in, stomping up to Daisuke's hardware. He looked over it and frowned.
"You know," he said, "if you would just replace the wires with the SNS rig I built in August, things would be much more efficient. Not to mention realistic. But I digress."
He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for something that would never come.
"OK, I lied," D said, "I'm not here because of the war, I'm here because... fuck it, I don't want you to be mad at me when one of us dies. There. Happy?"
Daisuke took a few seconds of staring at his business partner. Then he grabbed him very briefly and suddenly in a hug before letting go. "I'm not mad at you, D." he replied with a chuckle. "Takas can't stay mad at Jamesons, it's how things work. And aside from that, you're my friend and a good one, even if you try too hard on your American accent." A regular source of humour on Daisuke's side, where he claimed that D kept using old Americanisms that weren't even commonly used in America anymore and hadn't been for a decade and a half, while D refused to care. "Anyway, it's good to be back on speaking terms with you. Thanks for approaching me when I was too scared to make things up with you."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Feb 28, 2014 7:57 pm
Norvenia wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley gave a nod. "Go ahead." he said. "I have some things to do myself." The wizard seemed to think on some things, annoyed by a fact just beyond the horizon that he couldn't quite realise. But he just shrugged and wandered off toward his office, to mediate on a few things.
As Daniel walked along, he'd see Nicholas Carry sitting on a couch in a break room, an American basketball match on in the background - it was the Dallas Mavericks vs the Portland Trailblazers. Carry watched the match with some interest, glancing at Daniel. "Not a bad sport, basketball." he said appreciatively. "In my time in America, I never quite cared for football or baseball, but this is a distinctive sport from there that I can enjoy indeed. How are you?"
Daniel paused, then strolled into the break room, hands in the pockets of his cassock, and dropped wearily into a reclining armchair. "I'm well," the priest replied briefly. As well as can be expected, all things considered. We're about to invade a parallel dimension filled with nothing but armed hostiles, and an ancient and unimaginably powerful being who is allied with the lord of time itself has a personal feud with me that he seems to be acting upon. Daniel smiled briefly and shook his head. There was a time when I just hunted vampires. When did the stakes get so damn high?
But all that the priest said was: "I'm well." Daniel's voice was soft, mild, his gaze resting on the screen. "I like basketball well enough," he agreed quietly. "It's very fast-moving. Exciting." If truth were told, it was almost too fast-moving for Daniel: he preferred the long strategic slog of rugby or American football; deeper, more complex, more analytic. Basketball was just a blur of motion, of spectacular athleticism. But sometimes that blur held its own appeal as well. Daniel smiled. I can dally here a while.
The priest levered himself out of the armchair and went to rummage in the break room's mini fridge. Since this was a faculty area - and, come on, it was Elfen High - Daniel returned a moment later with two bottles of Guinness and handed one to Carry. "Back in sixty-five," the priest observed, "when I was working a lot with the SCLC, a wise man told me that a sports game on the television requires a beer to go with it in the same way that a parched land requires rain - you can go without, but it ain't good for you." Daniel clinked the neck of his bottle with Carry's. "Cheers."
The two men watched the game in silence for a few moments after that, and then Daniel spoke, his eyes not leaving the screen. "You seem to know something about time travel, Mr. Carry. Have you been briefed on the situation with Armenio? Do you have any ideas?"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Feb 28, 2014 8:40 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Daisuke took a few seconds of staring at his business partner. Then he grabbed him very briefly and suddenly in a hug before letting go. "I'm not mad at you, D." he replied with a chuckle. "Takas can't stay mad at Jamesons, it's how things work. And aside from that, you're my friend and a good one, even if you try too hard on your American accent." A regular source of humour on Daisuke's side, where he claimed that D kept using old Americanisms that weren't even commonly used in America anymore and hadn't been for a decade and a half, while D refused to care. "Anyway, it's good to be back on speaking terms with you. Thanks for approaching me when I was too scared to make things up with you."
D nodded.
"Now, here's the thing," D said, "I do have a purpose in coming here; if Uriel has taken Rosalind, we can only assume he has done so with a purpose. I couldn't tell you what the purpose is for sure, but I sincerely doubt he was trying to goad us into attacking him. What I do know for sure, however, is what Rosalind is; a halfbreed of human and angelic genetics. And I also know that Uriel has before turned humans into angels - the poof said as much.
I need to figure out the mechanics of Rosalind's transformation, and I need to figure it out now. But I can't do it by myself."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Feb 28, 2014 11:41 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:D nodded.
"Now, here's the thing," D said, "I do have a purpose in coming here; if Uriel has taken Rosalind, we can only assume he has done so with a purpose. I couldn't tell you what the purpose is for sure, but I sincerely doubt he was trying to goad us into attacking him. What I do know for sure, however, is what Rosalind is; a halfbreed of human and angelic genetics. And I also know that Uriel has before turned humans into angels - the poof said as much.
I need to figure out the mechanics of Rosalind's transformation, and I need to figure it out now. But I can't do it by myself."
Daisuke nodded. "I agree. Let's bring Aziraphale here - he obviously knows a fair bit, due to his own former transformation. He may be able to give us more."
by Norvenia » Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:26 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:He smiled. "The wise man was likely right. But I'm trying to abstain from it right now. Back when I was in Nevada, I was exposed to enough drugs for a while, out of necessity. Coffee is my current drug of choice. But what the hell, I'll make an exception." he said, taking a drink while watching the Trailblazers make a point. As they did, he heard Daniel's second comment and frowned.
"Armenio? Ah, yes, the second moon." he said. "I had gotten a text. Time travel is very strange and odd. As for what is going on with that moon, I really could not say I know." Carry shrugged. "Perhaps Set is trying to gather an army? Or watch the Gotterdammerung to use it again in modern day, learn from the technique done then? Why the moon is necessary is a mystery for me." His gruff Southwestern accent seemed to roll out the words as he watched the game on the screen, his eyes still fixated on it. "So, Mr. Andreas, you used to be a vampire hunter? Ever went to California or Nevada?" he asked in polite interest. "After this war ends, perhaps you can join me there. There's a few dangerous individuals we need to clear out one day, though many left Las Vegas after the dragon incident in 2011."
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Mar 01, 2014 12:28 pm
by Agritum » Sat Mar 01, 2014 3:00 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:The Inritus Extraho wrote:Lily shrugged. "It would be interesting to fight alongside him, though..." She looked Calliel up and down, seeming to judge him carefully. "I have to wonder why he's assaulting his home with us."
"To free it from a tyrant?" Calliel asked with a raised eyebrow. "You'll see many angels fight alongside you - Heavensgate - you know what that is, yes? - is fully invested in this war."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 01, 2014 4:01 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Mar 01, 2014 4:49 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Mar 01, 2014 9:44 pm
Nude East Ireland wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Ganesh paused, looking at Damien. "Interesting. I know you. Not you you, per se. But your body. You were in Egypt not too long ago, fighting against the war. A soldier." He sat back on a recently materialised chair, his eyes glowing as he searched his memory. "Ahmose, your name was. But I suppose it'd be best for you to go by Damien for now, since you have no memory of Ahmose."
The stones suddenly began to glow red behind them. Merlin suddenly turned to Ganesh. "How bad is it?" he asked rapidly.
Ganesh looked at the blinking of the stones, how the light flashed on and off, faster and faster. "Bad. We have to go now." he paused. "Well, I have to go. Merlin, best that you come with me."
Merlin shook his head. "I cannot. I must stay here. Especially now. Stonehenge has to be protected. Find Richard instead, take him with you." he frowned. "Your plan is likely to backfire." he warned the Hindu god.
Another soldier looked at Damien bemusedly. "I have no idea what they're doing either." the soldier admitted, using a Gaulic accent. Damien realised that everyone was speaking Greek, and he somehow was fluent in it (though with an Egyptian accent). Must have been something from Ahmose's memories.
Ganesh looked at Damien. "Back on your horse. An attack is coming here, but we need to go elsewhere. Stonehenge will be safe in Merlin's hands. If you're here and alive, hopefully our plan will eventually succeed. But something big is happening soon, even if I don't know wha-"
A massive boom was heard in the sky, causing a shudder down on the Earth. The rain in the sky went berserk, the wind torrenting as the boom became a long crackling noise, like a continuous thunderclap. To quote another greater writer "Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!"
The sound died down eventually, and then, fearful and curious, everyone turned to the sky.
And saw the second moon that had appeared, not too far from the normal one. Both moons full.
Damien took a moment to bask in the silence.
"Alright, what the fuck is happening?"
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:18 pm
by Constaniana » Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:47 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:50 pm
Constaniana wrote:William was seated near the front of the cafeteria, Hilde by his side, still wearing his King's Life Guard uniform, though he had some sort of futuristic cuirass on now as well. He looked at the two maps, confident he could have done a much better job, though they were good enough to tell the topography of the place they were invading.
"The political map has me a bit confused," said the knight, "What exactly is the Carnaval supposed to be? I can understand marking the military sectors, residential areas, and what I'm assuming is industrial and administrative buildings on the map, but why a carnival? Uriel doesn't seem like the type who'd freely allow a place of happy diversion where his slaves could waste time riding merry-go-rounds and dodgems and that sort of thing."
by Constaniana » Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:09 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Constaniana wrote:William was seated near the front of the cafeteria, Hilde by his side, still wearing his King's Life Guard uniform, though he had some sort of futuristic cuirass on now as well. He looked at the two maps, confident he could have done a much better job, though they were good enough to tell the topography of the place they were invading.
"The political map has me a bit confused," said the knight, "What exactly is the Carnaval supposed to be? I can understand marking the military sectors, residential areas, and what I'm assuming is industrial and administrative buildings on the map, but why a carnival? Uriel doesn't seem like the type who'd freely allow a place of happy diversion where his slaves could waste time riding merry-go-rounds and dodgems and that sort of thing."
Aziraphale appeared behind William; he had been on the complete opposite side of the school, but such profound stupidity, he could sense it years away. He had had a lot of personal experience with it.
He scowled deeply at William, "Carnaval is not a party. It's a place. A region of Heaven."
He moved away from William, hands held behind his back - like a self-important royal.
"Well, not officially," he said, "Uriel would have you believe that it's the Civilian Sector. But, I can assure you, they are very far removed. Carnaval is habitable, for one thing."
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:16 pm
Constaniana wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:Aziraphale appeared behind William; he had been on the complete opposite side of the school, but such profound stupidity, he could sense it years away. He had had a lot of personal experience with it.
He scowled deeply at William, "Carnaval is not a party. It's a place. A region of Heaven."
He moved away from William, hands held behind his back - like a self-important royal.
"Well, not officially," he said, "Uriel would have you believe that it's the Civilian Sector. But, I can assure you, they are very far removed. Carnaval is habitable, for one thing."
"Right, excuse me for associating the word carnival with parties. My mistake, really. It's like seeing a winery marked on a map and expecting to find wine there," William replied, rolling his eyes at the poof, "But whatever. So Carnaval is a somewhat less shite part of shitetopia? So instead of everyone living in holes in the ground worshipping paintings of Uriel they worship paintings of Uriel in pretty white houses? What makes it special enough to get a specific name and not just be marked as part of the civilian sector?"
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