by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:15 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 Shadyrya » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:30 pm
by Olthar » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:33 pm
by AETEN II » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:34 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Nude East Ireland » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:44 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:47 pm
by Amon and Friends » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:48 pm
by Shadyrya » Thu Aug 23, 2012 5:53 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:The sounds of a flute were carried away by the wind as a lone figure standing on a hill played, a soft, harmonic and beautiful melody that relaxed the body, calmed the mind and soothed the soul. However, as all things, it came to an end, as the figure that stood on the hill, a woman in a black cloak who wore a hat with a red feater, ceased to play the flute that she now held in her hand, which was now hanging down. She looked through emerald eyes at the structure that was across from her, the only structure visible in the horizon, studying it.
"So that is Elfen High." She said to herself as she looked at it.
"I hope I can find a solution to my problems there."
Ciel sat on one of the tables and looked at her food, then at Crowley as he began speaking to the students, among which was her. She briefly wondered what incident had happened two years ago. She was usually not well informed of the events that affected the world so she had no idea of what happened, but she simply shrugged off that thought, thinking that, while it might have been important, it was not too relevant anymore, and then listened to the rest. She was relatively new to the supernatural world, even though she was, in a way, supernatural herself, so she did not understand much of it. But she understood that staying here would be a challenge. No matter, she would manage.
When the speech was over, she looked around. There were a lot of rather odd-looking students around, but she didn't mind them. She supposed it was normal for an institution such as this one, so she gave a mental shrug. She then looked at the food in front of her. It looked tasty and she hadn't eated while on her way to Elfen High so she was rather hungry. Thus, she began to eat, although with manners befitting someone with good education, even though she didn't have it.
Either way, she stopped eating when someone else yelled and then smashed the table, breaking it. She was surprised by this, but knew that the person who did it had a problem. So when she saw him trip over some potatoes and fall to the ground, she walked over, ignoring the rather strange episode caused by another of the students as he started shapeshifting, and offered him a hand. After he took it she took out her flute and began playing a soothing melody to calm him down.
by The Nuclear Fist » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:01 pm
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses. . .Farnhamia wrote:You're getting a little too fond of the jerkoff motions.
by Nationstatelandsville » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:14 pm
by Metanih » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:17 pm
by AETEN II » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:19 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:30 pm
by Shadyrya » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:36 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Upon hearing Alexandre compliment her playing, Ciel would have smiled, but she was too busy playing to care. She could still hear everything he said, though, so after a few moments she finished playing the flute and then put it away carefully, as it was her only heirloom and her most precious item, since it was the only one she kept since she acquired it in her childhood. Not that she had much back then to begin with.
After she finished playing, Ciel bowed to Alexandre. "Thank you kindly for your compliments." She said. "I would prefer to call you Alexandre, if you don't mind. My name is Ciel and I am pleased to meet you." She said to him. "Do you feel better now?"
by The Nuclear Fist » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:43 pm
AETEN II wrote:"This was when I wished I knew someone who could open up a black hole- whisk the thing away and make it a problem for someone else. Could even take pleasure in knowing that it likely would create its own empire to free us of guilt." Malal sighed, not imaging that this was the way he would ever become a parent.
"My aging ability didn't even work on it, and even on deities it does have some ability, although not permanent. But the spawn, it, just, nothing. The thing is as timeless as your family. That's what unnerves me. Just imagine if we did kill it and it ended up in Hell. It'd take over the entire realm in a matter of days. Wretched creature too- not a single sign of appreciation. If I didn't know better I'd believe it was an incarnation of Oblivion. The only use that creature might have is if the fae ever return. The spawn would single-handily destroy them all. And us." Malal noted as he took a long drink from a mug of mead and wiped the liquid that dripped from his chin away with his sleeve.
"Hopefully Crowley never finds out- then again- he might be able to deal with it. But no, no, he can't find out." Malal said with a worried tone- he didn't fear any mortal besides Crowley. He wouldn't be surprised if that 'lucky' sonofabitch was actually a being of pure will.
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses. . .Farnhamia wrote:You're getting a little too fond of the jerkoff motions.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:46 pm
by Olthar » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:51 pm
by Shadyrya » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:54 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:When Ciel heard what Alexandre said, she smiled, but it was more out of satisfaction that he was feeling better after hearing her music, rather than his comment on her. She looked down and noticed that he was fiddling with the hilt of a sword, which, by logic, meant that he was a swordsman. Or tried to. She wasn't sure, but she didn't really find it a weird thing, some others around the place seemed to be carrying their own weapons as well. Not her, though. All she needed were her instruments, and even if she lost them, she would still have her voice. That didn't mean she didn't care for her instruments though.
Upon hearing that Ciel was the name of Alexandre's mother as well, she looked rather interested. "Thank you. I'm sure she thought the same about yours." She mentioned, watching him shed his ruined jacket. There was nothing she could do about that, though, so she wasn't going to try, or worry aboout it.
When the comment on elves and potatoes came, Ciel couldn't help but laugh for a moment. "I was not aware of that. Perhaps you should talk to them about it sometime." She said. But then, her stomach grumbled, and she was visibly embarassed. And hungry. So she looked at Alexandre once more. "I believe I should go back to the tables now. It was a pleasure to meet you." She said to him and then walked back to the tables, picking another seat since the one she was in was also from the table Alexandre had ruined, and then began eating once again.
by The Inritus Extraho » Thu Aug 23, 2012 6:59 pm
by Seshephe » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:01 pm
by AETEN II » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:05 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Constaniana » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:13 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 Shadyrya » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:18 pm
AETEN II wrote:"It's quite unlikely that a second spawn could ever result, the odds against it are quite high and I sense your boredom." Malal noted as he eyed Nyarla with his odd, vortex eyes, which were now spinning in opposite rotations at a fast speed.
"Besides, it'd help distract us from our fears of the oncoming storm. And of course be quite enjoyable." Malal stated as he put down his mug and shifted in his seat as to face Nyarla.
Meanwhile, Wilhelm was forced out of his nap once more by some idiotic student that thought he was part of the course, attempting to saw through his chitin skin with a dull knife, only succeeding in dulling the knife further. Will looked up from his curled position and hissed at the student, snapping at him with his jaws before he then uncurled and stood up at a full height of seven feet. He then pushed the student aside before he started to wander about the hall in boredom, his energy was pent up and his growing primal instincts were starting to take over his logical thought- urging him to hunt. Wilhelm shook these thoughts away however, knowing it would be unwise to satisfy this hunger and kill a student in plain sight. And unwise mood, his logical side of his brain stated as it suppressed his more violent thoughts.
However, he was snapped out of these thoughts by a rather rude comment by some human wielding a sword. Angered, Wilhelm screeched and smacked the human with a fist formed from his rather hard four fingered hand. It was hard enough to hurt, but light enough to not do any serious harm.
"WHAT? What? This is the form of a Xenomorph, the most wonderfully designed predator ever dreamed by humans- I take it because it is the most efficient thing I know of. And no, it is not some sort of creature from PORN." Wilhelm hissed with anger before he continued, attempting to suppress his anger so he wouldn't maim the being out of rage.
"Oh, but the tail can be used for some violent sodomy if that's how you'd like to die if you continue the insults." Wilhelm said as he whipped the bladed tail by the man's face before he pulled it back to its normal position behind him.
"I am a SHIFTER, one of the most useful and greatest powers to grace my former race. Now I am anything I wish. Like this for example." Wilhelm said as he turned into a small copy of the god Cthulhu, now standing at the same height of the man.
"Or this." Wilhelm said as he turned into a copy of the man before him, copying his clothes as well, although they were actually fused to his body as they were made from his matter.
by Mavorpen » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:30 pm
by The Nuclear Fist » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:41 pm
The Inritus Extraho wrote:She froze, though, when she finally comprehended the conversation going on between Malal and Nyarlathotep next to her. It was about some sort of 'spawn' that had been alive, and yet strong as any demigod. An offspring between them? Half Outer God and a quarter god of death... Insane... Its power must be just terrible. "Nyarla..." she murmured to the woman next to her, having shortened her address of the Outer God in the past year, "This thing... it's actually dangerous to everyone else though. Isn't it?"
AETEN II wrote:"It's quite unlikely that a second spawn could ever result, the odds against it are quite high and I sense your boredom." Malal noted as he eyed Nyarla with his odd, vortex eyes, which were now spinning in opposite rotations at a fast speed. "Besides, it'd help distract us from our fears of the oncoming storm. And of course be quite enjoyable." Malal stated as he put down his mug and shifted in his seat as to face Nyarla.
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses. . .Farnhamia wrote:You're getting a little too fond of the jerkoff motions.
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