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Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Then, we need to sneak through the city... And find that something..." Frederick said in between breaths as he tried to bring himself to stand despite his numb extremities, in what he thought of as the single hardest push-up in his whole life. Not entirely because he could barely feel his arms and feet, no, but also because the machine guns weren't exactly in a convenient position, though at least they offered solid support.

"Besides, if Uriel is not here, that means he cannot directly oppose us." He said after managing to stand up for a moment, before his legs gave in and he fell on his back. "We could somehow defeat or fool his army, which I'm sure would be much harder to do with Uriel himself." He continued, before making another effort to stand up.

"Stupid ophanim." He growled.

"Fuck's sake, you're making me feel numb." Ciel said, approaching from behind and offering, or rather, forcing the dragonslayer to take her shoulder for support, which helped matters somewhat, in that he was at least able to stand now. He was fairly sure the effect would wear off in no time, but so far, it was being a quite immense annoyance, and he was glad the ophan who did this was bitten to death.

"Anyway, if the army's actually being built, then maybe we can also stop that. Unless you meant that metaphorically. Fuck if I know. But whatever the case I'd say we need to move." She said to the others. "Be it escaping or killing everyone, I'd say we ought to do something already. There's a bunch of ophanim heading our way after all." She continued, before another thought came to her. "Lewis, did you say he's watching from below? Does that mean we can crash this thing into him?"

Lewis smirked, "I like the way ye' think."

"How could we do that?" Ostrowski said.

"We'd have to break the spells keeping it afloat," Aziraphale said, "They're runic in nature, kept somewhere secret and easily defensible. I should warn you, however, that they are ancient and powerful; I should expect tampering with them will piss off powers older than Uriel."

"Gotcha'," Lewis nodded, "I'm good at that."

"First things first," Aziraphale said, "this field must be selectively permeable. The angels need to get out somehow, and if Calliel and I cannot leave, then it is not open to the entire species. Sanchez being blocked at first and then permitted inside would suggest that someone is watching us and changing the spell at will; I doubt Uriel would trust that to anyone but himself. The question remains how he's seeing us. He must have some form of spell that can-"

Lewis casually threw his broken cane, spear-end first, over his shoulder. There was a scream, and an angel's corpse thudded to the ground.

"-or that guy," Lewis said.

"Or that guy," Aziraphale agreed.

"Where will the runes be?" Sanchez said, "We need to find them now."

"And the boy needs someone to fix him up," Lewis said.

"That is hardly priority," Sanchez replied.

"Oh? I think it is," Lewis said, "If he dies, then his bitch will probably get it in her mind to kill herself or some shit, and then we have an international crisis on our hands. Either way, Crowley's gonna' be pissed when he wakes if his favorite limey bit it."

"Well, I'm probably more like fourth or fifth favourite limey, to be honest," Sir Nilark clarified. "I'd imagine I'd be behind Patrick Stewart, Charles Dance, Len Hutton, and one of the Doctors, probably. But it's nice to know me having sex with Hilde is appreciated. Now then, would these runes give off some sort of emission you could track them with, like smoke billowing out from an old dreadnought or something?"
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"I doubt it would, otherwise their hiding place wouldn't be very 'secret', so..." Ciel chimed in after William spoke, before glancing at Lewis. "Anyway, look at him, he's able to think about smut, so he's fine, plus he's got his bitch patching him up and I would be surprised if he didn't have some sort of bullshit healing factor, he is from Elfen High after all." She stated afterwards. "So we really should stop worrying about him and focus on destroying the force field or crashing the city or whatever, otherwise their army's going to be all over us pretty soon, and I don't know about you people, but I'm not into that." She said, before looking around.

"Now, assuming that the runes are hidden somewhere important, all we have to do is find said place and destroy the runes, right?" She asked. "So what place could that be?"

After her question, Ciel noticed Frederick's arm pointing towards the towering cathedral in the center of the city.

"...Right." She said. "You two, angels, do you think they're there?"
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Jun 22, 2014 1:24 pm

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"I doubt it would, otherwise their hiding place wouldn't be very 'secret', so..." Ciel chimed in after William spoke, before glancing at Lewis. "Anyway, look at him, he's able to think about smut, so he's fine, plus he's got his bitch patching him up and I would be surprised if he didn't have some sort of bullshit healing factor, he is from Elfen High after all." She stated afterwards. "So we really should stop worrying about him and focus on destroying the force field or crashing the city or whatever, otherwise their army's going to be all over us pretty soon, and I don't know about you people, but I'm not into that." She said, before looking around.

"Now, assuming that the runes are hidden somewhere important, all we have to do is find said place and destroy the runes, right?" She asked. "So what place could that be?"

After her question, Ciel noticed Frederick's arm pointing towards the towering cathedral in the center of the city.

"...Right." She said. "You two, angels, do you think they're there?"

"The cathedral is a new addition," Aziraphale said, "Well, relatively; Uriel built it in the first decade of his rule. Though the city's runes were not made by him, they may have been made for him... the history's a bit spotty. So, I suppose it's worth a try.

Teleportation's not an option. The city has the same wards as Elfen High, probably better, especially around the cathedral. We'll have to go by foot, or some alternative."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Jun 23, 2014 6:02 pm

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Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"I doubt it would, otherwise their hiding place wouldn't be very 'secret', so..." Ciel chimed in after William spoke, before glancing at Lewis. "Anyway, look at him, he's able to think about smut, so he's fine, plus he's got his bitch patching him up and I would be surprised if he didn't have some sort of bullshit healing factor, he is from Elfen High after all." She stated afterwards. "So we really should stop worrying about him and focus on destroying the force field or crashing the city or whatever, otherwise their army's going to be all over us pretty soon, and I don't know about you people, but I'm not into that." She said, before looking around.

"Now, assuming that the runes are hidden somewhere important, all we have to do is find said place and destroy the runes, right?" She asked. "So what place could that be?"

After her question, Ciel noticed Frederick's arm pointing towards the towering cathedral in the center of the city.

"...Right." She said. "You two, angels, do you think they're there?"

"The cathedral is a new addition," Aziraphale said, "Well, relatively; Uriel built it in the first decade of his rule. Though the city's runes were not made by him, they may have been made for him... the history's a bit spotty. So, I suppose it's worth a try.

Teleportation's not an option. The city has the same wards as Elfen High, probably better, especially around the cathedral. We'll have to go by foot, or some alternative."


"Maybe we could build a catapult with all of this ophan scrap." Ciel suggested. If nothing else, it was better than having to go there on foot, and faster as well, she supposed.
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Postby Constaniana » Mon Jun 23, 2014 7:15 pm

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Nationstatelandsville wrote:"The cathedral is a new addition," Aziraphale said, "Well, relatively; Uriel built it in the first decade of his rule. Though the city's runes were not made by him, they may have been made for him... the history's a bit spotty. So, I suppose it's worth a try.

Teleportation's not an option. The city has the same wards as Elfen High, probably better, especially around the cathedral. We'll have to go by foot, or some alternative."


"Maybe we could build a catapult with all of this ophan scrap." Ciel suggested. If nothing else, it was better than having to go there on foot, and faster as well, she supposed.

"Speaking from personal experience, I'm not sure flinging yourself through the air is a good idea, even if it's not at lightspeed," William remarked. "Though it does get you hugs from Hilde, which is a plus."
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:09 pm

"Lord, the Elfen Highers are approaching us." said an advisor, bowing before Uriel, before straightening himself, but keeping his eyes staring down.

The black archangel had been sitting, cross-legged, on the plain white marble ground of his chambers. There was a simple brown wooden desk in the right corner, and a mat in the left. Added to this was a cross hanging on the ceiling. And that was all. Uriel's chambers were not very decorated. They were plain and spartan. Uriel detested unnecessarily ornate things. They sent a negative message, and were unneeded. What was the practicality of it?

If Uriel was anything, he was practical.

"They are causing considerable damage." continued the advisor, his eyes low. "They have killed many of our soldiers and...modified soldiers. They also burnt the Library-"

"I know." said Uriel quietly. "My daughter is dead, Brother Ridwan." His voice was low, deep, relaxed. He had been meditating for some time, thinking to himself. He glanced down at his arm, which was pulsing faintly. In some areas, it was developing a faint green tinge. He heard taunts, requests, pleas, seductions, threats...quite constantly blaring in his head.

"I apologise, my lord." Ridwan bowed once more. "What is to happen now, lord? How should we deal with this situation?"

Uriel looked at Ridwan, a slight and polite smile on his face. "Brother Ridwan, is the Jameson child where she should be?" he asked.

Ridwan relaxed. Thank the Holy Father, Lord Uriel had a plan. They would get out of this. Ridwan had been afraid. Heaven was in a bad state - it hadn't been in such a horrible position for millennia, and Ridwan had been terrified. Humans storming the holy city itself? Impossible! Unbelievable! Blasphemous!

But now he knew his fear had been misplaced. He should have had faith in Uriel and in God. Lord Uriel would not fail. Ridwan had worked alongside Uriel for many millennia, observing the archangel, aiding him. He truste Lordd Uriel completely, and agreed with him. But sometimes, he would doubt. Sometimes he would doubt the things they did, though his commander was usually calm, usually cool, usually collected and knowledgeable...

But sometimes, Ridwan could see something under that. A darkness, a cracked visage, seen when Lord Uriel would look down at his arm...

But right now, Lord Uriel was confident. He was...happy. Despite everything, he seemed to be relaxed. Lord Uriel had faith. And so would Ridwan, who always had used his faith in God and Lord Uriel as a tourniquet. And he needed that now more than ever.

So he answered. "Yes, my lord. She is in the Ark."

Uriel's smile grew briefly, but then his face became solemn. "This war will finally end." he told Ridwan, sighing very slightly.

Ridwan nodded. "Absolutely, my lord." he said, trying very hard to keep faith. But there was something there. A niggle of doubt...

Uriel noticed this. "You have concerns?"

"My lord...are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. "It could have consequences. It could backfire. I know you have thought this through, but these humans are a virus. I do not mean to impose or suggest anything." Ridwan hurriedly said. "But...can we change them? And is it the only choice? Do those savages even deserve that mercy?"

Uriel paused for a moment. "Ridwan, I want you to know this: a man...a man provides. And he does it even when he's not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he is a man."

Ridwan paused, looking baffled. "Lord Uriel, you are surely the most respected man in Heaven-" But Uriel was no longer listening. He looked at Ridwan, not as a friend, but as a subject now.

"We have things to do." he said in a steely tone. "My brother will come soon. I need to welcome him properly. You need to arrange the last details of the plan." Uriel began walking toward the door. When Ridwan was still there for a few seconds, lingering to see if there was any last minute instructions, Uriel turned around. "Well? Get back to work. And prepare everyone for the Rapture."
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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Summer holiday." Crowley corrected. "Well, I've had ten of them. It's 2030 now. Your story makes absolutely zero sense to me, by the way. But it's worth noting that I'm actually Lucifer."

Crowley was determined to one up Damien.

Then he looked at Lewis. The one from DH. "I'm sorry, how the fuck are you alive?"

Lewis glared, "I don't know, asshole, why the fuck did ye' abandon us?"

A pause while Crowley remembered.

"Oh! The Dwarfen High Crowley? He didn't abandon you. He's just dead!." Crowley laughed and then paused. "That was quite shitty of me to just drop it like that. Sorry. I should have been nicer about it, but it happened a decade ago by my perspective. Again, however, apologies."
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:55 pm

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Nationstatelandsville wrote:Lewis glared, "I don't know, asshole, why the fuck did ye' abandon us?"

A pause while Crowley remembered.

"Oh! The Dwarfen High Crowley? He didn't abandon you. He's just dead!." Crowley laughed and then paused. "That was quite shitty of me to just drop it like that. Sorry. I should have been nicer about it, but it happened a decade ago by my perspective. Again, however, apologies."

Lewis nodded, "I am absolutely fine with that.

Now, question - what the fuckity fucking fuck is happening? Also - fucking why? And, finally - where the fuck is the bathroom?"
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Jun 24, 2014 3:03 pm

Constaniana wrote:"Speaking from personal experience, I'm not sure flinging yourself through the air is a good idea, even if it's not at lightspeed," William remarked. "Though it does get you hugs from Hilde, which is a plus."


"That's a good point." Ciel conceded. "I don't want her tocuhing me, I might start speaking with an accent and discriminating supernaturals." She said afterwards. "I guess we'll walk."

Nationstatelandsville wrote:Lewis nodded, "I am absolutely fine with that.

Now, question - what the fuckity fucking fuck is happening? Also - fucking why? And, finally - where the fuck is the bathroom?"


A potty booth suddenly materialized next to Lewis.

"Do hurry up. I don't plan on that existing for very long." Lyra stated.
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Constaniana wrote:"Speaking from personal experience, I'm not sure flinging yourself through the air is a good idea, even if it's not at lightspeed," William remarked. "Though it does get you hugs from Hilde, which is a plus."


"That's a good point." Ciel conceded. "I don't want her tocuhing me, I might start speaking with an accent and discriminating supernaturals." She said afterwards. "I guess we'll walk."

"What's an ophan made of?" Lewis suddenly asked.

"Uh, well," Aziraphale stumbled, "cells."

"Cells?" Lewis said, "Like, it's alive?"

"Yes," the angel nodded, "We are, in fact, the same species. Same flesh, same blood, just arranged a bit... more creatively."

Lewis smirked, "Ye' know, I once dated a girl named Mary, and if there's anything I learned from her, it's that poets fight like beatniks. But also, some stuff about electricity. And also, that poets fuck like beatniks too. But mainly that second thing.

Can any of ye' make some lightnin'?"

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Nationstatelandsville wrote:Lewis nodded, "I am absolutely fine with that.

Now, question - what the fuckity fucking fuck is happening? Also - fucking why? And, finally - where the fuck is the bathroom?"


A potty booth suddenly materialized next to Lewis.

"Do hurry up. I don't plan on that existing for very long." Lyra stated.

"Thank you," Lewis said, disappearing inside the bathroom for a long time.

He emerged out of breath and a tiny bit on fire, "Alright. On to the other questions, then."
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Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
"That's a good point." Ciel conceded. "I don't want her tocuhing me, I might start speaking with an accent and discriminating supernaturals." She said afterwards. "I guess we'll walk."

"What's an ophan made of?" Lewis suddenly asked.

"Uh, well," Aziraphale stumbled, "cells."

"Cells?" Lewis said, "Like, it's alive?"

"Yes," the angel nodded, "We are, in fact, the same species. Same flesh, same blood, just arranged a bit... more creatively."

Lewis smirked, "Ye' know, I once dated a girl named Mary, and if there's anything I learned from her, it's that poets fight like beatniks. But also, some stuff about electricity. And also, that poets fuck like beatniks too. But mainly that second thing.

Can any of ye' make some lightnin'?"

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A potty booth suddenly materialized next to Lewis.

"Do hurry up. I don't plan on that existing for very long." Lyra stated.

"Thank you," Lewis said, disappearing inside the bathroom for a long time.

He emerged out of breath and a tiny bit on fire, "Alright. On to the other questions, then."


"For example," said Peter, standing and pointing a shaky finger at Damien, "why do we look exactly the same?"
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Postby Constaniana » Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:08 pm

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Constaniana wrote:"Speaking from personal experience, I'm not sure flinging yourself through the air is a good idea, even if it's not at lightspeed," William remarked. "Though it does get you hugs from Hilde, which is a plus."


"That's a good point." Ciel conceded. "I don't want her tocuhing me, I might start speaking with an accent and discriminating supernaturals." She said afterwards. "I guess we'll walk."

"Well, she's touched me a lot on various places, and I still have my wise, respectable Yorkshire accent. Except when I'm drunk, but that thankfully doesn't happen often, and we don't speak of it when it does happen," Sir Nilark countered, defending his lady and her touching. He furrowed his brow at the question Lewis asked after rambling through his dating history, glancing at Hilde.

"Hilde, weren't you shooting some magic lightning at the Cherub that nicked Excalibur earlier? That sort of sith lightning counts, right?"
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:11 pm

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Nationstatelandsville wrote:"What's an ophan made of?" Lewis suddenly asked.

"Uh, well," Aziraphale stumbled, "cells."

"Cells?" Lewis said, "Like, it's alive?"

"Yes," the angel nodded, "We are, in fact, the same species. Same flesh, same blood, just arranged a bit... more creatively."

Lewis smirked, "Ye' know, I once dated a girl named Mary, and if there's anything I learned from her, it's that poets fight like beatniks. But also, some stuff about electricity. And also, that poets fuck like beatniks too. But mainly that second thing.

Can any of ye' make some lightnin'?"


"Thank you," Lewis said, disappearing inside the bathroom for a long time.

He emerged out of breath and a tiny bit on fire, "Alright. On to the other questions, then."


"For example," said Peter, standing and pointing a shaky finger at Damien, "why do we look exactly the same?"

Lewis blinked, "I don't see it."
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"For example," said Peter, standing and pointing a shaky finger at Damien, "why do we look exactly the same?"

Lewis blinked, "I don't see it."

"Neither do I, laddie." said Crowley, oblivious that his accent had become Scottish.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 26, 2014 8:43 pm

There was a moment of silence among the group invading Heaven. A deathly cold silence.

"Your disturbance has ended." said a calm voice around them. Some of the group would remember this kind of voice, due to having been exposed to it in the past. Some would not, and would merely feel a sort of pounding in their head, like something digging through them, searching, growling.

The voice sounded metallic, mechanical. And none of them were entirely sure where it was coming from. It seemed to be originating inside their own heads. Above them, they saw angels fly near...


"He was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the Lord laid on Him
the sins of us all.
"

Uriel concentrated on these words, whispering them quietly under his breath. His face was focused, cool. He glanced down at his hands, looking at the ring that was there. He spoke again, but his voice was not the graceful, angelic voice he used when reciting Isaiah 53:5-6. No. That was his prayer voice.

This was a different voice.

"Submit now and I will be merciful." he said. "Drop your weapons, hold up your hands and kneel and you will be spared. More blood does not need to be shed."


Those words would vibrate in the hearts and minds of those listening, and some soldiers nearly dropped their guns out of panic. That voice was searing, burning through their mind.

You are nothing, the voice said. The voice implied something far more massive than them, far more dangerous, and unspeakably old.


Angels had fallen.

Throughout the course of the year, angels had been falling out of the sky, landing across Earth. They had mostly been taken away by the ISSR for examination, as they were very interesting corpses.

There were incorrect assumptions in part.

The angels were extremely interesting by any sense of the word.

They were no longer corpses.

Across the Earth and in the ISSR's moon or Hell bases, all of the dead angels snapped their eyes open, revealing light blue eyes with no pupils. They began to slowly stand up, glowing faintly. Their motions were uncertain at first, but they would slowly grow better...

Let's cut to an ISSR base in Bethel Park, where all manner of supernatural activity was often detected.

One scientist named Gordon Black sipped his coffee, looking down at some measurements on a chart. It had been a fairly slow day. There was an American football match earlier in the day. Gordon had enjoyed it, and had participated in the riot that followed the match when the Steelers had been defeated.

"It seems that the riots are just lame anymore." muttered Gordon, looking down at his shirt, which was still slightly stained with the stench of beer and hatred. "Fucking Stillers need to get their shit together."

From behind him, he heard the sound of metal scraping against the ground, something moving closer. He looked behind him, seeing three creatures stumble slowly toward him. Gordon immediately cried out: "Yinz aren't supposed to be in here!" before the overwhelming smell of rotting fresh hit him. He then stared, his eyes widening. He tried to back away. "Holy shit!" he yelled. "You're dead! You were fucking dead!"

The now very much alive angels focused their blue eyes on the man, and a white energy blast shot out of their hands, piercing the man in the chest. The Pittsburgher summed up his life and his city in his last gasps. "Fuck you."

Around the world, similar events were occurring. Shocked ISSR agents and scientists were absolutely amazed at these now walking angels, who smelt of rotting fresh.

Here, in Bethel Park, one of the angels stopped. She may have been an attractive dark skinned angel once, but now her body was visibly rotting. In some areas, skin was torn off, but a silver metal was visible. She paused, and began to speak telepathically in Hebrew.

Awaiting instructions. she said, placing a hand down on Gordon's dying body. Tiny metallic bugs came out of her body, entering Gordon's...the man's eyes suddenly snapped open, his limbs moving in a robotic, mechanical fashion...


Uriel smiled. The Rapture was imminent.


The group in Heaven suddenly saw a thousand angels descend now in front of them. But...there were differences.

These angels had wings, but these wings did not seem natural. They were silver wings. The feathers were there, but they did not shake with the wind. Rather, they stayed perfectly still. As the angels moved closer, the sound of machinery could be faintly heard.

They focused on the Elfen Highers and ISSR.

They focused back.

"Who here will surrender?" asked that voice again.
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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Who here will surrender?" asked that voice again.

"Surrender to what, exactly?" Anton said under his breath. He looked around at his comrades-in-arms.

"If we surrender, we'll become slaves of Uriel. We'll be just like these Angels - mindless husks filled with metal, carrying the same fate to Earth, Hell, Asgard, Olympus, and everywhere else. We'll be gone. But our mindless bodies will bring the apocalypse to Earth and probably kill our own loved ones. Is that what anyone here wants? To kill the people you swore to protect? To serve Uriel?"

The grandson of Aleister Crowley looked at all of the Angels around him. His hands became engulfed in blue flames. "You want me to surrender? Go fuck yourself. I'll burn through as many Angels as I can before I can be killed, or worse. I'm ready to die. For my planet, for my race, for my school. And for my family."

He looked at his comrades. "Now. Let's kill them. Let's kill Uriel. And let's show every shadowy plotter in this universe that Earth is not something you fuck with!"
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Jun 26, 2014 8:59 pm

Nude East Ireland wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Who here will surrender?" asked that voice again.

"Surrender to what, exactly?" Anton said under his breath. He looked around at his comrades-in-arms.

"If we surrender, we'll become slaves of Uriel. We'll be just like these Angels - mindless husks filled with metal, carrying the same fate to Earth, Hell, Asgard, Olympus, and everywhere else. We'll be gone. But our mindless bodies will bring the apocalypse to Earth and probably kill our own loved ones. Is that what anyone here wants? To kill the people you swore to protect? To serve Uriel?"

The grandson of Aleister Crowley looked at all of the Angels around him. His hands became engulfed in blue flames. "You want me to surrender? Go fuck yourself. I'll burn through as many Angels as I can before I can be killed, or worse. I'm ready to die. For my planet, for my race, for my school. And for my family."

He looked at his comrades. "Now. Let's kill them. Let's kill Uriel. And let's show every shadowy plotter in this universe that Earth is not something you fuck with!"

A sudden bullet (yes, a bullet) ripped through Anton's throat, ripping apart his vocal cords and ability to make rousing speeches.

The battle had begun.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Thu Jun 26, 2014 9:16 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:A sudden bullet (yes, a bullet) ripped through Anton's throat, ripping apart his vocal cords and ability to make rousing speeches.

The battle had begun.

"Goddamn you!" Aziraphale spat, leaning over Anton and waving his hand over the wound; a thin layer of ice appeared, stymieing any treasonous blood that might try to escape.

"Say 'yes' if you can breath."



Lewis F. Jameson's nose twitched. In every corner of the world, north or south, land or ocean, light or dark, this was a sign of impending doom.

"Ye' just pissed me off," he growled, "That was a mistake."

Ophanim are creatures of iron and fire; for these two states, differing and natural foes, are to co-exist, there must exist some compromise between them. The fire burned just as hot, if not hotter, than that of Earth - and so the metal must have been incredibly resilient. But it grew hot, very hot, all the same.

Lewis could produce heat.

"LET'S RIP THEIR COCKS OFF!" was Lewis's battle cry as he grabbed the separated rings of a dead ophan, heating them quickly to a temperature best described as "utter bullshit", and pounced at the twisted angels; he swung the rings as bludgeons, hot enough to melt any earthen substance, save the hands of a very persistent yokel.
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Postby Nude East Ireland » Thu Jun 26, 2014 9:22 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:A sudden bullet (yes, a bullet) ripped through Anton's throat, ripping apart his vocal cords and ability to make rousing speeches.

The battle had begun.

"Goddamn you!" Aziraphale spat, leaning over Anton and waving his hand over the wound; a thin layer of ice appeared, stymieing any treasonous blood that might try to escape.

"Say 'yes' if you can breath."

Anton glanced at Aziraphale and nodded. "Let's... fight."

His voice was harsh and raspy; he could probably heal it later. Now he had to fight. He summoned up his strength and blasted himself into the air like Iron Man. High into the sky, he spun like a top, whips of fire extending from his outstretched arms and smacking Angels. He ceased spinning and began to fall. As he did, he whipped at Angels left and right, smacking and thrashing the mechanical abominations.

Before he could touch the ground, he allowed the whips to disappear into the air, which freed him to blast forward and flip. He landed on his feet, yet fell to his knees. His hand rose to his neck, where he felt the wound. Pain spread from his neck to his body and into his head.

I don't need my voice, he thought.

He looked above. Gathering his energy, he used both hands to send a blast of fire into the air at a grouping of Angels.
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Postby Constaniana » Fri Jun 27, 2014 6:24 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Who here will surrender?" asked that voice again.

"Does he think he's talking to Frenchmen?" William asked, managing to stand up at least in order to properly wave his two fingers at Uriel. "Anton's right. Bugger you to Hell, and then a bit further down, because those poor people have suffered enough without having you show up." He bent down and grabbed some bits of rubble on the ground, squeezing them in his fist for a few moments as he glanced up at the descending angels. He didn't want to start flying up there, since his magic was too dangerous to do that sort of thing, but there was no reason he couldn't send something else flying up for him. The knight began charging his light magic in his fingertips as he squinted and took aim at the oncoming foes, before flinging the rocks up in the air and launching them at luminous speed railgun-style at the angels, assisted by his supersoldier brain stuff.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 27, 2014 6:53 pm

A thundering sound was heard by Crowley and the others in the Elfen High medical bay.

Brother. It is time. Meet me at the Falls. thundered that voice.

Then it vanished.

Crowley frowned. "The Falls..."

Memory struck him, suddenly. He staggered. Then he chuckled. "The Falls." he said, getting up, looking around. "That's where Michael and I fought.' he said with a sigh. "A long time ago. Time to return to there and fight another brother."

He frowned, looking at Damien. "You. You should come along with me, I feel. The rest of you, I think you should join the Heaven group. I wonder what they're doing..."

He looked up. "HAL? Or whatever the fuck D's AI is? Status report. Now, you cunt."

"Now, you cunt" was quite similar to HAL's sudo command.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 27, 2014 7:03 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:A thundering sound was heard by Crowley and the others in the Elfen High medical bay.

Brother. It is time. Meet me at the Falls. thundered that voice.

Then it vanished.

Crowley frowned. "The Falls..."

Memory struck him, suddenly. He staggered. Then he chuckled. "The Falls." he said, getting up, looking around. "That's where Michael and I fought.' he said with a sigh. "A long time ago. Time to return to there and fight another brother."

He frowned, looking at Damien. "You. You should come along with me, I feel. The rest of you, I think you should join the Heaven group. I wonder what they're doing..."

He looked up. "HAL? Or whatever the fuck D's AI is? Status report. Now, you cunt."

"Now, you cunt" was quite similar to HAL's sudo command.

"WELL, BOSS, I DON'T KNOW," HAL replied, "MY WAVELENGTHS CAN'T PENETRATE THE CAPITAL - WHICH, I ASSURE YOU, HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE."

D kicked the door down, entering in a huff.

"I'll tell you what's happening," he said, "all of you students just marched up that goddamn mountain to die. Sanchez lead them, those fucking dumbasses."

"I KNOW ONE THING," HAL said, "RICK SANCHEZ IS DEAD."

"Heroes, all of them," D said.
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Nude East Ireland » Fri Jun 27, 2014 7:07 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:A thundering sound was heard by Crowley and the others in the Elfen High medical bay.

Brother. It is time. Meet me at the Falls. thundered that voice.

Then it vanished.

Crowley frowned. "The Falls..."

Memory struck him, suddenly. He staggered. Then he chuckled. "The Falls." he said, getting up, looking around. "That's where Michael and I fought.' he said with a sigh. "A long time ago. Time to return to there and fight another brother."

He frowned, looking at Damien. "You. You should come along with me, I feel. The rest of you, I think you should join the Heaven group. I wonder what they're doing..."

He looked up. "HAL? Or whatever the fuck D's AI is? Status report. Now, you cunt."

"Now, you cunt" was quite similar to HAL's sudo command.

"WELL, BOSS, I DON'T KNOW," HAL replied, "MY WAVELENGTHS CAN'T PENETRATE THE CAPITAL - WHICH, I ASSURE YOU, HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE."

D kicked the door down, entering in a huff.

"I'll tell you what's happening," he said, "all of you students just marched up that goddamn mountain to die. Sanchez lead them, those fucking dumbasses."

"I KNOW ONE THING," HAL said, "RICK SANCHEZ IS DEAD."

"Heroes, all of them," D said.

"Alright," Damien replied, as he looked towards the boy who was named after him - not that he was aware of this.

"Who's this? You're letting more Americans into the place? Lewis is getting to you, Al."
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Fri Jun 27, 2014 7:13 pm

Nude East Ireland wrote:
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"WELL, BOSS, I DON'T KNOW," HAL replied, "MY WAVELENGTHS CAN'T PENETRATE THE CAPITAL - WHICH, I ASSURE YOU, HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE."

D kicked the door down, entering in a huff.

"I'll tell you what's happening," he said, "all of you students just marched up that goddamn mountain to die. Sanchez lead them, those fucking dumbasses."

"I KNOW ONE THING," HAL said, "RICK SANCHEZ IS DEAD."

"Heroes, all of them," D said.

"Alright," Damien replied, as he looked towards the boy who was named after him - not that he was aware of this.

"Who's this? You're letting more Americans into the place? Lewis is getting to you, Al."

D paused.

"This is the part, I believe," he said, "where I fall over myself to meet the man so noble as for my father to name me after him. Well, fuck that; you're a lecherous slob, drunken hedonist, puppy-kicking dunghead, and an all-around bad person, a fact that both of us are aware of. You just happened to be decent at killing things - not really a talent we are desperate for - and also at being rich. I, too, am good at being rich - probably better than you. Which is to say that my name is Franklin Damien Jameson, you will call me 'D', and you will not get smug."
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
- Odin, Hávamál 138-141, the Poetic Edda, as translated by Dan McCoy.

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Goodbye.

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Jun 27, 2014 7:16 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nude East Ireland wrote:"Alright," Damien replied, as he looked towards the boy who was named after him - not that he was aware of this.

"Who's this? You're letting more Americans into the place? Lewis is getting to you, Al."

D paused.

"This is the part, I believe," he said, "where I fall over myself to meet the man so noble as for my father to name me after him. Well, fuck that; you're a lecherous slob, drunken hedonist, puppy-kicking dunghead, and an all-around bad person, a fact that both of us are aware of. You just happened to be decent at killing things - not really a talent we are desperate for - and also at being rich. I, too, am good at being rich - probably better than you. Which is to say that my name is Franklin Damien Jameson, you will call me 'D', and you will not get smug."

"He's also Elfen High-born, natively has an English accent and has UK citizenship." commented Crowley.

Despite his character development, some things never changed.
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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.

Monfrox wrote:
The balkens wrote:
# went there....

It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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