Elfen High 2: Welcome and Welcome Back

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"As you can tell, I've been keeping care of my security." Crowley explained to his guest as they entered the building through one of the many entrances. This was them coming from below the Earth into the school itself. It was strange for the angel accompanying him- they had been in an abandoned bar in Scotland just five minutes ago- but he wisely decided not to question these things. Crowley continued with his speech. "I can't tell you the measures I've taken, obviously- it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I don't trust you and you bloody well should know that." he said in his firm Received Pronounication accent.

The angel opened his eyes in some surprise upon seeing the sheer size of just one of the school's halls. "It's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside."

Crowley grinned. "Nice reference. Love that show. I like you more now."

"What show?"

"...You disgust me."

The angel Calliel sighed. "Mr. Crowley-" Did you talk to the dead? Calliel paused. "What was that?"

Crowley sighed. "Just my ringtone." He stood around for a moment, nodding his head. Calliel just stood around as well, listening in. To an observer, it'd look like the two of them were just trying to do their best Bobblehead impersonation. Calliel got a 9 out of 10, Crowley pulled off a 7.

What was actually going on here was Crowley having a telepathic conversation with his biology teacher Minh, and Calliel being an asshole and listening in. But Crowley mentally sent a few images of the party the magician had thrown the last night to the angel. Calliel immediately stopped trying to telepathically listen in, and instead spent that time praying for the worlds and the souls of everyone in it, especially himself. He'd need to do a lot of repenting for the things he had just seen. He didn't even know you could do that with a duck.

Alright, what? Crowley snapped.
Sir, I had mentioned the mutated rabbit problem we have in some of the halls. Minh said with a rebuke in his tone.
Yes, that idiot kid Sachin left those rabbits here last year. Said it was a goodbye present to the school. They're harmless unless you're stupid. Crowley replied calmly.
They nearly killed fourteen students last year!
There's their motivation to try and get better grades. So, what's the problem?
Their growth is rather out of control, sir. We're going to have to go through and clean them out. They breed like...well, rabbits.
Excellent. I'll just have the new students do it after we welcome them in with the speech and banquet and stuff. It'll be good practice for them.
I- I just- Fine. Sir, I'll see you at the banquet. Don't know why we're doing it anyway, we aren't Hogwarts.
Oh, fuck no. We're better. Crowley frowned. He was hearing static now. "Bastard telepathically hung up on me." Crowley grumbled. "The sheer bloody nerve of him. I hang up on people, not the other way around." He looked at his angelic guest. "Are you going to say anything of interest or are you just going to stand there praying like a Catholic priest who just molested a kid?"

Calliel twitched just slightly at the blasphemy, but he had been notified about this sort of thing. Raphael had taken him aside and firmly told him about Crowley. The innocent angel had been horrified that such a man could exist. Now he saw it was more true than he expected.

"Azazel is planning something. We know this. By which, I mean Lord Raphael knows this and Lord Michael suspects something as well." Calliel paused. "Gabriel is missing. Michael is furious. It's sinful, that rage, but Gabriel was Lord Michael's greatest friend-" Crowley wondered how the hell the angels all somehow seemed to miss the sheer sexual tension between Gabe and Mike- "And if Azazel is the one behind it, we could be facing a serious issue here." Calliel said, lowering his voice. "Azazel is the closest thing there is to a ruler of a unified hell, de facto if not de jure. It's likely he's behind it, the demon. If he is, the result will be disastrous. It will be terrible. It will be monstrous. It will-"

"Yeah, shut up, I get it, it'll be a clusterfuck." Crowley sighed. "Now what do you want me to do, angel? The hell are you telling me any of this?"

"Lord Raphael thinks that your school is important. You are sitting on a powerful source of pure and raw magic...and humans are tasty to demons. Or so I've heard. Haven't personally tried it myself." Calliel said.

Crowley paused. "Was that humour, angel?"

A blank stare from Calliel. Crowley sighed. "You're lucky you have your looks." He spread his hands out wide. "Well then. I'll keep that in mind. Possible worlds destroying war in the future. May end up becoming essential to it. Students likely to learn the power of friendship and teamwork and do some shit that could save the worlds. Huzzah, huzzah. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some students to greet."

Calliel kept walking forward. "Mr. Crowley, I still needed to-"

He felt himself teleported out against his will. He then saw himself in a room with Fenrir and some human woman. They were doing some things that Calliel felt were against a few of the Ten Commendmants. Three or four at the least. He looked away awkwardly. "I'll, er, just see myself out then." he said, disappearing.
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A figure in the darkness turned. "Gabriel has been captured." it spoke in a male voice. It was an average voice, not very special. Not deep but not light either.

"Excellent." Replied a voice that was certainly feminine. Or maybe a very good Michael Jackson impersonator. "The plan can proceed then. The angel will help us."

"Can we trust the demon, Azazel?" the male asked. "He's powerful and he's cunning- he has to be in order to have kept rule over Hell. He can be bothersome if he realises what we're really trying to do."

"Azazel isn't a problem."

"What about Crowley? He's a dangerous man. A cunning adversary. I remember when we last met him and his mentor Fixban."

"You can't be afraid of him, can you?" the feminine voice said, sounding amused.

"You know me. I'm never afraid. I'm angry." A pause. A sharpening of a sword could be heard in the darkness. "My pain is constant and sharp. I do not hope for a better world for any of those humans. I want no one to escape. And him in particular."

"And just remember that rage. It will keep you alive."

"Of course."
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Crowley stood in front of a large and growing crowd of students, grinning wildly and happily as he did so. "Welcome, boys and girls, men and women and various other genders depending on your species that I don't have the time to list." he said. He said the last bit quickly, not missing a beat.

"Welcome and Welcome Back. Welcome to the old students and staff, who know how this place works rather well." Chuckles and some whimpers went through the crowd. Crowley glanced at one of his aides. "Can one of you get Billy over there to stop crying?" he whispered quietly. "He's ruining my mojo."

Crowley continued with his speech. "And I'm sure you old students and staff are glad to be back here. Feels like it's been a while, don't you think? But the damn place never leaves you." Billy started crying even harder now, and had to be escorted out of the room. Crowley ignored it and continued. "There have been some mild changes- change is normal, get used to it, stop your bitching or I'll get over there and stab you in the face with a rusty knife en-coated with an anti-regeneration spell." he said, his tone growing more serious toward the end.

"And as for my new students- get used to this place. It's your new home for a while now. Elfen High is a renowned place. It's a lot of things- but the one thing I can swear to you is that you will be fucking well entertained here. For bad or worse, I dunno, you dumbfucks are here now and most of you probably have already paid for it. So you're stuck here unless I hate you. But then I can just make your life hell so that's always good." A grin on his face and probably mild fear on the faces of the new students. "Now then- have a feast. Talk to each other and shit. If you're gonna fuck or masturbate, head off to your dorms. Do whatever shit you want, I don't care, just stay out of some of the more distant hallways- we got weird shit going on over there, the killer rabbits are really just the start."

"In other words, you guys should just stay safe and enjoy yourselves here. Work hard, don't do drugs- that's bullshit, do as many drugs as you want, if you die, your loss- and don't be a dick to your teachers unless you're smart enough to get away with it. Shouldn't be that difficult with Lewis..." his voice had lowered down a bit for the last sentence, but still loud enough to be heard over the mic. He shrugged and kept going. Not like he was wrong. "Don't mess with me though. I promise you that you will NOT be smart enough to get away with that."

He gestured to the food that was now being served throughout the massive lunchroom/auditorium. "Start eating and have a nice talk with each other. You're Elfen Highers now, kids."

[Ameriganastan]

"One side, insignificant speck! Of the many great things about me, my hunger is one of them. So, shove off."

Some obnoxious Bishounen guy shoved people out of his way, sending one short guy flying about 5 feet.

"Greetings, food serving reprobate! I am The Great and Mighty Lazrian. Perhaps you've heard of me? If not, go fuck yourself. Now, I desire food. I do hope you squishy ones can produce sustenance worthy of my pallet...that means I'm hungry."

He shoved one last guy for fun, and piled a mountain of food onto his plate.

"Be grateful. I'm the greatest demon you'll ever serve food to."

He wondered off to a random corner and dug in...and we really mean dug in. No fork.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Despite his little remark, Lewis F. Jameson (the "F", as he will gladly explain to any vaguely bear-shaped, stands for "Fuck you") said nothing to Crowley. Lewis was not at the banquet, you see. Nor was Lewis in Elfen High, or, as of that morning, England.

At 6 AM, Lewis Jameson, math teacher, rugged explorer, laser-shooter, idiot, was in Glasgow. That afternoon, he was not far from Elfen High, and was about to be much, much closer.

Each year in the United States of America, there are roughly 200 times more deaths in car accidents than plane crashes. Lewis Jameson was a highly improbable man to begin with, so he may as well die in the less probable way; which is to say, Lewis was about to crash a plane into the grounds of Elfen High.

He had applied for the job in late June and had been accepted immediately (as it turns out, not many people are willing to work for Aleister Crowley). He then spent the rest of the summer exploring the British Isles and taking in the many sights. He had last been to Great Britain in the 60's, and even then he had stayed exclusively in London, in an apartment building in which he chucked tomatoes at teenagers who had differing music tastes from him. There was so much to explore in the beautiful lands, though he had quite quickly gotten sick and tired of all the fucking rain. Seriously. Rain could go fuck itself.

He had completely forgotten about Elfen High towards the end, reminded only when his briefcase exploded due to too many four-leaf clovers stuffed into it, sending up a flurry of Lewis' stuff, including his contract. He skimmed it, thinking it was an instructional manual for the flying broom he stole from the maid in Dublin, when two things dawned on him; one, that he could probably find a better flying broom at that one magic school he worked at, and two, holy shit, he worked at a magic school. Fuck. He had completely forgotten about it and, not only that, but he was needed one week before he remembered. Unless the Brits had secret time machines, which Lewis severely doubted they did, he was boned.

Now, at this point in a logical person's mind, they would likely resign themselves to booking a flight asap, or, if they were particularly brave (and poor), a miserable bus ride to Elfen High. Lewis Jameson did not survive into his third (or perhaps fourth; he forgot) century by being logical. And so, Lewis rented a plane. Not a jet plane, no, a rinky carrier plane you always see in movies where the character go to another country and it inevitably crashes, stranding them. He wrote it off a business expense (Crowley, apparently, had a small part of the Elfen High budget set aside for "dramatic entrances"; also, "hookers" and "blow") and denied a pilot. He could fly it himself.

He could not fly it himself.

About three fourths of the way there, the plane's left wing decided to fall off. That was OK with Lewis, because he was going to knock it off eventually anyways. He made it to with a shuttering engine, a single wing, and a big sack of white powder the owner of the plane had made him lug around. Once he was in Norfolk, he had a flaming engine and half a sack of some good shit. Once he was hanging over Elfen High, he had no wings, a giant fireball, a parachute strapped to his bag, and a fifth of a burlap sack of flaming cocaine.

Thus, just as Crowley finished up his speech, a giant screeching ball of death, fire, and pure fucking metal, slammed into the lawn of Elfen High and promptly smoldered for a while in protest of being halfway underground. It didn't break anything, of course, because then Crowley would kick the plane's ass, but it did ruin a nice garden of petunias that the Latin teacher had been tending to over the summer.

Lewis landed on Elfen High's doorstep with a flaming parachute, clutching tightly against his body a cane and banjo, both made of wood and both only slightly (and quite beautifully, if you were to ask Lewis) burnt.

"Hello?!" Lewis barked, rapping his cane against the doors, ignoring the doorbell, "Mr. Jameson's here!"

Lewis F. Jameson, a man who could crash a plane and do a shitload of crack without feeling a single goddamn thing. Nothing, that is, but exhilaration. He was a big man, tall with long, hairy limbs, though he was quite skinny. He was, as you may have guessed, absolutely covered in hair. He even had long sideburns and the kind of handlebar mustache that only idiotic madmen are allowed to have. He wore only a pair of jeans with mud-caked boots, though he did also have a blue stetson on his head, because stetsons are fucking awesome. A pair of ridiculous looking star-shaped sunglasses were also perched on his hook nose.

"I'm here to teach math, you bastards!" he hollered.

Two things were certain; the Latin teacher going to be pissed and the students of Elfen High were about to get mathed in the fucking face.

[Constaniana]

What a bizarre place this is going to be. Oh well, Edward thought as he began eating black pudding and baked beans. Not as good as Gran cooks though. So far the only person he had noticed was some demon being rude, and he certainly didn't look like a good person to talk to. Edward thought he heard the sound of something big exploding in an enormous ball of fire, but perhaps he was just imagining things. The kind English boy looked around the hall wondering who to talk to.

[Agritum]

"Fluffymeister, stop!" Hildegard shouted, as the small bunny she had been petting up until then jumped into the the banquet, devouring several plates of chips and possibly the face of a fat kid which was almost buried in them.

Anyways, Fluffymeister, Meister for short, jumped again from the table, jumping in between Hilde's hands, while spitting an eyeball on the ground.
"Fluffymeister, you're so playful!" she shouted happily, caressing the killer bunny.
It seemed that Meister didn't attack her since her scent didn't simply smell human.
Talk of the advantages of being an homunculus.

Hilde glanced at the fat kid, smirking but raising her hand to heal him. And Meister jumped again on him.
While the screams of the guy could be heard all around the auditorium, Hilde took a can of krauts from her backpack, and opened it, devouring the contents.
"Mmh, delicious!" she exclaimed. It surely was better than any plate of that thing called English cuisine.

[Erinkita]

Shissk entered the dining hall in time to hear the last few words of Crowley's speech. "You're Elfen Highers now, kids." And she supposed she was. An instinctual part of her mind resented that. Who was he to lay claim to her? What arrogance, to pretend these dry stone walls had any kind of hold on her.

The flash of bitterness faded quickly. Crowley and his staff had been nothing but hospitable, and Elfen High itself was a fascinating, if intimidating, place. Shissk had been moved in a week ago, before the start of term and the arrival of the other students. She had grumbled every step of the way, but as Mr. Franks explained, there weren't any other options. She had found her accommodations acceptable. Larger than the ones Mr. Franks had provided, at least. And it wasn't as if she didn't get some pleasure from exploring these empty halls. Not that they'd be empty much longer. Shissk glared out at the crowd of students. Predominantly human, or at least human-shaped, mostly noisy, and all untrustworthy until proven otherwise.

It would have been easier if the school was a dump, if the staff had been cruel. Then she could have the pleasure of hating this place, but she was denied even that. Would she go to classes and play with the other children out of... what? Gratitude? Was that their plan? Shackle her with guilt? Make her do what they said by being reasonable, even likeable? Well, it was working. But she had still come late to the feast. She had made sure of that, timed her arrival precisely so that she missed the bulk of the speech, but not so she looked like she was avoiding it deliberately. She was Shissk, creature of the ocean. She cares not for the speeches of surface dwellers. It occurred to her that her efforts might be seen as pathetically self-conscious. Perhaps. If you're a dumb speech-making surface-dweller.

Shissk stood in a corner at the back and picked half-heartedly at the terrier-sized rabbit in her hands. It was a lucky find, she thought. It had crossed her path in the hallway and she had snatched it up, paralysing it with a bite. She had removed most of the skin by the time she had it to the dining hall, her path marks by flecks of bloody fur. The meat wasn't bad, although parts of it were scaly and she didn't like the tentacles. But it was better than of what she saw the rest of the students eating. Most of it was cooked and almost all of it was already dead. And how better to show contempt for their system than to show up to a feast with her own food? Not pathetic. Definitely not pathetic.

Shissk heard an extremely loud crash coming from outside the building. That sort of thing happened a lot. She wondered vaguely what it was. The skinless rabbit twitched in her hands. She took a bit out of its abdomen. Not bad.

[Constaniana]

Edward looked at the scene going on a few seats down from him with a horrified expression, quickly stepping and grabbing the rabbit, ignoring its repeated attempts to bite through his practically impregnable skin. Holding the vicious creature aloft he tried using his left hand to heal the unfortunate fat kid, while deftly stuffing Fluffymeister back into the girl's bag, zipping it up and turning his attention to heal the victim. "Can't you control your pet a little better?" Edward asked the strange girl

[Agritum]

Edward looked at the scene going on a few seats down from him with a horrified expression, quickly stepping and grabbing the rabbit, ignoring its repeated attempts to bite through his practically impregnable skin. Holding the vicious creature aloft he tried using his left hand to heal the unfortunate fat kid, while deftly stuffing Fluffymeister back into the girl's bag, zipping it up and turning his attention to heal the victim. "Can't you control your pet a little better?" Edward asked the strange girl

"Fluffy does what he wants, uff!" Hilde said, visibly annoyed.
"And you aren't telling me how to do things!" she added, before moving her hand behind, a launching an armor piercing slap on his face.
She didn't like when someone criticized her 'funny games'

[Constaniana]

Edward looked at the scene going on a few seats down from him with a horrified expression, quickly stepping and grabbing the rabbit, ignoring its repeated attempts to bite through his practically impregnable skin. Holding the vicious creature aloft he tried using his left hand to heal the unfortunate fat kid, while deftly stuffing Fluffymeister back into the girl's bag, zipping it up and turning his attention to heal the victim. "Can't you control your pet a little better?" Edward asked the strange girl

"Fluffy does what he wants, uff!" Hilde said, visibly annoyed.
"And you aren't telling me how to do things!" she added, before moving her hand behind, a launching an armor piercing slap on his face.
She didn't like when someone criticized her 'funny games'

Hilde's slap actually stung for a few moments on Edward's cheek, although you couldn't tell, as Edward's face was completely calm and stoic. "Ok sorry, I wasn't trying to offend you, really. Just try not to let him eat more people's faces, alright? That would stink getting in trouble on your first day because your bunny started eating people, " Edward said, smiling a bit at her. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name's Edward. What's yours?" He asked, hoping to calm her down a bit. He grabbed a lice of bacon while he waited for the girl to respond

[AETEN II]

The ghosts of history would never release Malal from their torment- but he could be distracted from the torture. Crowley's humor accomplished this and it was the reason Malal took the job. He hoped that the school would work like an antidepressant and it was currently doing just that, the cause of his 'smile'. Due to his lack of an ability to form a normal expression, his version of a smile was to open his fang-filled mouth and emit a deat rattle. But he was experiancing joy, this was to be treasured.

[Esternial]

Below the school, where once a dragon loomed in his earthly prison, now merely stood an empty cavern. A long, twisting path led up to his cage, navigating through crevices and caves that had been carved out by both natural and magical forces that made it treacherous to both human and mage alike. The entrance to this hidden path lied in an inconspicuous basement, which had been exposed by a curious teacher and never patched up, considering the creature which it was trying to had had long since freed itself from its chains.

However, within this basement now lied another unfortunate soul, although she didn't really have one. A thin layer of dust covering his body, accentuated with several cobwebs, the girl seemed dead in every definition of the word. She never really was capable of living. The thin layer of organic skin had completely decomposed, revealing her white alabaster frame below that made her appear much less human than before. Gold plated shoulders and upper thighs peaked out from under her shredded clothing, which had been ravaged by rodents looking for a meal. Only her face had retained her humanoid appearance, including her light goldenrod locks and peach skin. The neglected condition she was in became even more obvious when looking at her eyes, which exhibited a glassy stare. This whole time she had spent alone underneath this magical school, not a living soul to relieve her of this fate.

Today that was going to change. Having spent the past few years gathering power with a makeshift generator, some life finally returned in her eyes. She blinked, once. Twice. Staring at her feet she tried to move. Nothing happened. She tried again. Her leg moved ever so slightly to the left. It was working, within a few minutes her systems would be up and running on what little power she had gathered. Slowly but surely she moved her feet and arms in unison, pushing herself off the wall she had been leaning against this whole time. A clean patch was revealed on the wall as spiders abandoned their collapsing webs and mice escaped from the sudden disturbance. Her joints were still rusty, translated into her slow and shaky movements, but EVE was glad she could move at all. Step by step she climbed the stairs leading out of the basements, finally raising her hand to open the door.

A beam of light shone through as soon as she pushed open it open, nearly blinding her eye receptors which had adjusted themselves to the low light conditions in the darkness below. Finally, she made it out. Thinking hard, she tried to figure out what to do next - should she leave? Find someone in this school? Or just go back to her life in the basements? The third option was quickly discard, and considering she didn't know what else to do, EVE decided she could just as well explore this place. Her memory was somewhat glitched, but it was certainly familiar. As if she knew the way - which she did - she walked towards the auditorium and pushed open the doors, stumbling upon a mass of students and teachers.

Briefly she looked at herself. Parts of her black shoulder and loin joints were exposed underneath the golden plates - which mainly served as a decorative purpose rather than covering those vital parts. The grey wrist modules that channeled her 'power'. In robot terms, she was completely naked and exposed, although any more of her parts were still covered by a layer of sheet metal. Somewhat hesitantly, she strode further into the auditorium, her eyes falling onto the probably inexpensive food that was displayed on the starch white linen cloths of its rectangular tables. Before she got there, however, she suddenly realize she was running on a fraction of her full capacity, resulting in a momentary loss of sight in her left eye, which was easily noticeable when the light that usually lit up her clear blue iris dimmed and finally turned off entirely, resulting in one dark blue and one clear azure eye. Her right arm also clocked out, now hanging lifelessly on its joint.

"I re-qq-uire recharging" She muttered before falling onto her knees. It seemed her legs finally gave up too. A small panel opened up on her rear, revealing a plug that was positioned in such a manner that it resembled a tail.

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"Take a right here, boy" Allan uttered from his back seat, infuriating the driver even further. He mumbled a few words - none of them very polite - before following his 'orders'. Luckily the old man didn't hear him, or he would have to listen to his preach for another thirty minutes. Especially now that they were so close, he wouldn't be able to handle that again. The car drove up on the school's parking lost, slowly grinding to a halt in the shadow of the imposing building.

"We have arrived, sir" The driver replied with a sigh of relief, his gaze drifting to a flask lying in the seat next to him. While he was prohibited from drinking while on the job, a single sip after dropping off a nuisance wouldn't hurt. Before he could dream any further about the sweet taste of liquor, a hand popped up from behind him and grabbed the metal flask. He jerked his head backwards, his eyes filled with terror as he saw his charge pouring the liquor out the window before handing it back empty.

You're such a dick. He thought, and it would seem that the old men know that he was thinking something along those lines, but didn't give a single fuck. Pushing open the door, he stepped out and opened the trunk, retrieving his luggage and closing it with a sufficient amount of force that said 'You better show some respect for your elders before I kick your ass'. It could also mean 'why didn't you call me?' but that seemed unlikely. Before he strolled off, he reached into his pocket and threw its contents on the seat next to the driver. It was money, obviously.

The car drove off as fast as it possibly could while Allan made a leisurely walk towards the entrance of the school, walking down the school corridors until he finally found the faculty office. Nobody was there yet, but perhaps that was for the better. After he dropped off his things there, he made his way to the auditorium. He knew there was a buffet and he was - quite frankly - schtarving.

[Agritum]

"Fluffy does what he wants, uff!" Hilde said, visibly annoyed.
"And you aren't telling me how to do things!" she added, before moving her hand behind, a launching an armor piercing slap on his face.
She didn't like when someone criticized her 'funny games'

Hilde's slap actually stung for a few moments on Edward's cheek, although you couldn't tell, as Edward's face was completely calm and stoic. "Ok sorry, I wasn't trying to offend you, really. Just try not to let him eat more people's faces, alright? That would stink getting in trouble on your first day because your bunny started eating people, " Edward said, smiling a bit at her. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name's Edward. What's yours?" He asked, hoping to calm her down a bit. He grabbed a lice of bacon while he waited for the girl to respond

Hilde continued to look at Edward in an annoyed manner, obviously disturbed by his presence.
"I am Baroness Hildegard Von Wulfbern. And don't bother me, chimp." she said in an naughty and snobbish tone, before putting Fluffymeister out of the backpack.

The rabbit roared at Edward, and was about to leap on him, before Hildegard stopped him.
"Calm, Meister. Afterall, I'm sure he doesn't taste well." Hilde said turning to another side of the auditorium and walking away.

"Oh, look, a broken robot! This school is full of interesting things. Too bad that it is full of chimps, too." Hilde thought out loud, approaching EVE.
The girl started to kick her soundly, keeping the rabbit in her hands.
"Oh, it doesn't work!"

[Licentiapacisterra]

Luca Bonadini wanted to make an entrance. He knew that whatever went on at this Elfen High place, he would likely be one of the most intelligent, the best fighter, and certainly the best at flying. Put simply, he was cocky.

He knew that he had to make an entrance, to show everybody that he was the boss around this place. When you’re making an entrance, it helps if you can fly. And turn into every animal imaginable. Right now, Luca was an eagle, soaring over the English Channel. It was the first time he’d ever left Italy, even though he had a Scottish father who left for London when he was young. When he lived in Rome, he accidentally found out about his powers of shapeshifting and flight. He applied to Elfen High, and now he was here. Flying towards his new home.

He knew that Crowley would be making a speech to all the students at the beginning of the day. That was his window of opportunity. If he burst in during that talk, he could make an impact, and piss off a few teachers while he was at it. Always fun, pissing off the teachers on your first day. First impressions and all that.

He saw the school for the first time.

“Cazzo. Che e impressionante !!” Luca spoke in Italian whenever he could, as there was no point in translating for the benefit of others. He then saw the plane, parked, if you could call this botch job that, on the front lawns. “Merda. Egli e buono !!”

Luca flew through the window. The glass smashed, and he flapped his wings a few times before shifting back into his normal self.

“Sorry I’m late everybody.” Luca grinned, and sat down.

[Erinkita]

Shissk watched impassively as a couple of students argued over a mutant rabbit, a bit smaller and cuddlier than the one she caught. No one was talking to her, which was nice. She picked her meal's hind legs clean of meat and let the gristle-covered bones fall to the floor. She was fairly certain the thing was still alive, which was damned impressive. It should have been spurting blood everywhere, but the arteries seemed to constrict as soon as she severed them. Amazingly durable creature. She wondered where they had come from.

The entrance of the robot was momentarily surprising. The thing hd burst in a few yards from where she stood and she was tensed to run or fight when it keeled over and shut down. No problem, then. No immediate threat, just a broken machine that someone else would deal with. It was only a few minutes later when a window shattered, raining pieces of glass down on top of her and a few other people in the vicinity. Shissk hissed angrily, glaring at the eagle as she brushed shards off of herself. One of them had torn the leotard she was wearing (Shissk preferred brief, lightweight clothing that didn't become cumbersome when wet). She considered killing the damn thing when it turned into a boy. This pissed Shissk off considerably more. The kid made some remark he obviously thought was clever and sat down as if nothing had happened, his back turned to where Shissk was standing. In a fit of annoyance, she carefully picked up several of the larger shards and hurled them at the back of his head.

[Licentiapacisterra]

Luca felt the shard of glass hit him in the back of the head. Obviously, someone had taken a dislike to his flashy entrance. The cut hurt, but at least he’d managed to earn himself a bit of attention early on in his day.

“Cazzo !! Cio che e stato fatto !? What was that for ??” He rubbed his head with his hand, and it came back with blood on it. “Cazzo l’inferno !!” He wandered over to the side of the room, and grabbed a few paper towels for the back of his head. Within five minutes of getting into this place, he'd already managed to bust his head open. This was going to be a lot of fun...

[Amon and Friends]

Pierre was rather surprised when he found himself shoved into a wall, face first. He wasn't really even in the way of the guy who had shoved him. He was just off to the side, and the guy shoved him anyway! Of course, seeing as Lewis had crashed a plane into the lawn, Lazrian was actually pretty normal. Then again, comparing anything to Lewis would probably make it normal. That being said, it was still odd that the guy had just shoved Pierre into the wall. Maybe he wanted a fight. Pierre brushed himself off, and stood up, confronting Laz (who, at the moment, was crushing the bone to a chicken leg in his mouth).

"Hey, punk! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he angrily spat.

He glared at Laz, waiting for a reply, his fists clenched at his sides. Unluckily, it appeared that Laz was much too interested in the food to pay attention to a silly little man demanding his attention. No response. Pierre scowled more. He had been doing that a lot recently, but that was probably because of all the odd freaks who were here. Maybe he should just talk to the guy. He looked around. There were a lot of freaks here. Better to stay nearer to the normal people. He might as well sit next to Laz anyway, even though he wasn't really normal. At least he mostly looked like a human. He pulled out a chair next to the guy, and sat down, faking a smile.

"I'm Pierre. Nice to meet you, "Great and Mighty Lazrian." I'm honored to be in your presence." he said, in a completely and utterly sarcastic tone. "Now, tell me what that was all about, would you? You just shoved me into a wall, and we haven't even met."

[Esternial]

Finally Allan reached the auditorium, somewhat hesitant to enter when he heard the cursing. His anger started boiling as soon as he opened the door. A broken window, a cursing child and some kid kicking a robot. Complete anarchy. Kids these days had no respect for the hard work of their elders.

"You insolent child!" He shouted as he marched up to the cursing kid, giving his famous stare of fear - capable of nailing any student to the ground. To the ground. I said, nailing to the ground, you sick fuck. He then poked Luca in the ribs, which was obviously not a regular poke of reprimanding, but his power at work. A single strike block the child's powers for the next hours or so, to prevent any more shenanigans.

"Now, let's see how you handle yourself without your power, eh lad?"

Next up was Shissk.

"You shouldn't have throw that, lass; keep that temper of yours contained" He spoke, this time in a more gentle tone than the one he used against the little ruffian.

He cast a gaze at the girl kicking the robot, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her up with ease before putting her down next to the royally decorated table. Words shouldn't be wasted, so he didn't use any to put her in her place. With all these little scoundrels set straight - or most of them at least - he walked towards Crowley and nodded with a brief smirk.

"You little criminals better keep at your best behavior" He said in a raised tone before sitting down on a nearby chair.

---

EVE still sat where she'd been for the past few minutes, hoping somebody would grow a brain and plug her in.

[Constaniana]

Edward chuckled a little, although he was also pretty awed by Allan's display of force. He certainly wouldn't want to mess with that teacher. He noticed the robot girl was still laying there on the floor, withoutt anyone helping her, and he got up and walked over to where she was. The sight of something like a plug caught his eye. Well that makes sense, she'd have to have some way of recharging herself Edward picked up EVE and carried her over to one of the electrical sockets in the wall gently putting her down and plugging her in....

[Shadyrya]

Alex waited in the lunch line. There were all of these fucking people. He didn't want to be around people; they were annoying and acted all superior-like. Really, they made him want to skewer them, burn the body and serve it as an entree. And they always seemed to want to talk to him, for some reason. Sighing, he decided he wasn't hungry, put down the tray, and walked to a table.
Having nothing to do, he began to think. That wasn't good for him to think. He tried to stop, but thinking was all he could do, all alone there.

There went that black fur just ripping out. He had seen this replay thousands of times; he hated himself more and more after each time. The paws, the heightened senses, the teeth, and the red haze. Always that red haze. He saw himself move in on that poor nurse and rip her throat out. His therapist had told him that he couldn't control himself when he was like that, because he was an animal. But that wasn't true; he always controlled himself when he turned. He was just a sick waste of space. As the memory advanced he saw his mother. A feeling of dread came over his being. Everything slowed down as his massively muscled hairy forearm swung at her, decapitating her. If he wasn't in a trance-like state, he probably would have cried. He knew back then, he felt joy while he was doing this. He stopped thinking. Reality faded back in...

Alex scowled. He hated thinking, too. Thoughts were overrated. Noticing some guy carrying what looked like an android to him over to a wall, then slapping her ass, he raised an eyebrow. Odd. He sat there, trying not to think again. He sort of missed human/elven/whatever the hell people were contact.

[Esternial]

Edward chuckled a little, although he was also pretty awed by Allan's display of force. He certainly wouldn't want to mess with that teacher. He noticed the robot girl was still laying there on the floor, withoutt anyone helping her, and he got up and walked over to where she was. The sight of something like a plug caught his eye. Well that makes sense, she'd have to have some way of recharging herself Edward picked up EVE and carried her over to one of the electrical sockets in the wall gently putting her down and plugging her in....

As brief hum emitted from within EVE, followed by a brief sound to indicate her startup procedure was in progress. Being fed with a stable source of energy after all these years, all her systems immediately ran a diagnostic whilst scanning for any data corruption. Her eyes slowly lit up, now colored brightly blue; and she regained movement in her limbs Now that she was currently stuck to this power socket for the time being, EVE started to scan for a wireless local area network and connected to the internet. Some time had passed, and EVE had to sift through all the porn and advertisements to bring her up to speed. Sadly he virus protection was outdated, so her connection was automatically severed to prevent infection.

"Thank you." EVE replied with a glassy tone. Her voice was still being reset, so any presence of emotion would remain absent for several moments.

[Licentiapacisterra]

Luca tried to change into an eagle, so he could ditch this, but it was blocked. He turned to the man who had walked in and blocked his powers.

“Ingegnoso. Clever. I’m guessing that is something you have to do to be a teacher here, eh ??” Luca smiled, trying to be genuine. It probably looked like a constipated demon. “Can I just ask, why didn’t you do that to her ??” Luca pointed to Shissk. “Why did I get picked out ?? What exactly did I do that was different to her ?? I meant no harm to anybody. She, however, intentionally threw that piece of glass at my head. Why aren’t you getting rid of her powers too ??” Luca decided he would try and piss this guy off as much as had gone the other way. “Maybe you took an extreme dislike to me. You decided you didn’t like me, and punished me, because you can. Abusing your power, just because you don’t like me. Si, that’s big isn’t it.” Luca finished off his little rant in a sarcastic tone, knowing he’d likely pissed this person off. He chuckled inside.

[Constaniana]

"You're welcome, I'm just glad you're all right," Edward responded, smiling at EVE. "So you're not hurt anywhere? Hildegarde's kicking didn't break anything important on you, right?" He asked her, checking to see if anything was visibly broken on her.

[Esternial]

"I'm quite alright, she didn't break anything important" EVE replied, smiling wryly. She got onto her feet - which were more like metal stumps - but before she could test her balance she nearly fell onto the ground, grabbing hold of Edward just in time before her face got better acquainted with the floor.

"My systems are still updating" She stammered, a red tint covering her cheeks. It some of her systems were already operational, sadly it were also the most useless ones.

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"No, I don't like you." Allan said, standing up from his chair and approaching the cocky kid that talked back to him. Being the only person who knew him personally, Crowley would immediately realize that Luca was playing with fire. A very old and big fire, like the Olympic flame or some shit like that. Contemplating the boy's punishment, Allan was really feeling in the mood to go all the way back to the teacher's lounge and retrieve Calcio and his contender ammunition. The idea to shoot this kid with this rare ammo was definitely crossing his mind, just to make a point, but he'd opted for public humiliation.

"Double Accel" Allan whispered as time slowed down to half its speed. Rushing towards Luca, he tackled him with little ease, sprinting to the table of delicious food and retrieving a cake which he smashed in the boy's face. To the others, Luca included, it would appear as if he were moving at superhuman speed; and by the time he deactivated his power, his little prank had worked out as planned.

"Now, I suggest you put some of that cake in your mouth before you spew out any more nonsense, sonny."

[Malshan]

Namekus Ulveaktig sat in a corner of the room, ignoring the tables and seats. Much preferring to sit on the floor where he could stretch his paws out and eat in peace. Upon his arrival to campus, he had noticed that some small lapine creature had taken a liking to one of his legs and was gnawing at the tough skin, though it was shredding his fur. This creature was now with him, albeit sitting terrified in front of him as Namekus eyed it with hunger in his eyes.

Growling, the half-wolf half-human creature snapped at the rabbit, shearing off an ear and chewing on it for a few minutes. The rabbit didn't seem to mind, though it bared its own razor sharp teeth at him. Rolling his eyes, Namekus's form began to flow and readjust itself before a large mostly white timber wolf lay in front of the rabbit. Its muzzle opened and snapped at the rabbit again, severing the spinal cord and watching the creature bleed slowly to death before picking up the carcass and surgically eating it, piece by piece.

[Licentiapacisterra]

Luca chuckled.

“Bene, bene. It looks like I’ve hit a little bit of a nerve, doesn’t it ??” He says, looking around to the others in the room. “You know, I’m going to thank you. Grazie mille !!” Luca laughed, and ate a little of the cake. “Hmm, good cake.” He turned back to Allan. “You want to know why I’m thanking you ?? Because all that you have done by pulling that little stunt, is prove my point to the letter. You just don’t like me, with no good reasoning whatsoever. Why exactly don’t you like me ?? Perche non ti piaccio ??” Luca smiled, and finished wiping the mix of blood and cake from his head and face.