Elfen High 2 (OOC 4, Closed, No Morals Allowed)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Who's been your favourite NPC so far?

Least favourite?

Calliel, because how the hell can you not like Calliel?

I don't think I really liked that soul-splicing-scientist-doctor guy in Atlantis because he was never explained and it was really damn random.

Yeah, I was not in a good mood when I wrote Zacheriah. Murphy's Law was in full effect there.

[Olthar]

Calliel.

Sanchez.

What's wrong with Sanchez? Is he just bland?

Pretty much. He's boring. There's really nothing of interest to him.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

None of them

All of them

I'll be clear on something here if you are going to come back.

Remember Ameri? Basically you're being him right now, exactly like him, but more literate. In our TG, you actually did hit the nail on the head when you said that because I (and everyone else) expected to see you as a brat, we would read your posts that way. In the past few days, you yourself admitted you were acting like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. It will take a while for you to rebuild and heal that reputation among everyone here. So for a while, go by the Ameri Rule I had set up- if you have nothing positive to say in a thought out and non-sarcastic manner, do not say anything. You need to heal your reputation here in my eyes and everyone else's.

Little hard not to be bitter when I'm losing two Arcs worth of character development over petty bullshit, but where Ameri would continue shouting his message from the highest rooftops I'm going to go watch music videos and try to figure out how to salvage a character that has been derailed literally to Hell and back and still fit it in with my plans.

Or continue being a bitter sarcastic asshole, just not here. Anyone up for a round or two of that insane board game?

Who's been your favourite NPC so far?

Least favourite?

Calliel, because how the hell can you not like Calliel?

I don't think I really liked that soul-splicing-scientist-doctor guy in Atlantis because he was never explained and it was really damn random.

If you're referring to the dude from James' flashback, congrats, I now have more reason to write a novel-length rundown of James' shenanigans during the two-year timeskip.

I fucking hate writing novels.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

What's wrong with Sanchez? Is he just bland?

Pretty much. He's boring. There's really nothing of interest to him.

I'll have to fix that.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'll be clear on something here if you are going to come back.

Remember Ameri? Basically you're being him right now, exactly like him, but more literate. In our TG, you actually did hit the nail on the head when you said that because I (and everyone else) expected to see you as a brat, we would read your posts that way. In the past few days, you yourself admitted you were acting like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. It will take a while for you to rebuild and heal that reputation among everyone here. So for a while, go by the Ameri Rule I had set up- if you have nothing positive to say in a thought out and non-sarcastic manner, do not say anything. You need to heal your reputation here in my eyes and everyone else's.

Little hard not to be bitter when I'm losing two Arcs worth of character development over petty bullshit, but where Ameri would continue shouting his message from the highest rooftops I'm going to go watch music videos and try to figure out how to salvage a character that has been derailed literally to Hell and back and still fit it in with my plans.

Or continue being a bitter sarcastic asshole, just not here. Anyone up for a round or two of that insane board game?

You said you were here mostly to stay friends with us and only partially for James. Then prove it. Get over it, move on. And in my honest opinion? Destroy your plans. Burn them to the ground and progress from what you have now. Basically, move on and forget what could have been. Focus on what is.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'm blanking on a title for the Naxinian oneshot.

[Agritum]

Guys.

Berlusconi just fucked up things again, and now we're having another election in 2 months, most likely, here in Italy.

I'm not asking for anything special, but some encouragement, please

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Guys.

Berlusconi just fucked up things again, and now we're having another election in 2 months, most likely, here in Italy.

I'm not asking for anything special, but some encouragement, please

1/5 of the Indian Parliament has criminal charges. Feel better?

[Olthar]

Pretty much. He's boring. There's really nothing of interest to him.

I'll have to fix that.

Guys.

Berlusconi just fucked up things again, and now we're having another election in 2 months, most likely, here in Italy.

I'm not asking for anything special, but some encouragement, please

[Agritum]

Guys.

Berlusconi just fucked up things again, and now we're having another election in 2 months, most likely, here in Italy.

I'm not asking for anything special, but some encouragement, please

1/5 of the Indian Parliament has criminal charges. Feel better?

....yeah, thanks.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'll have to fix that.

Of course, Sanchez banged Megan, that's interesting.

[Olthar]

Of course, Sanchez banged Megan, that's interesting.

Not really.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Of course, Sanchez banged Megan, that's interesting.

Not really.

Sanchez adores knitting.

[Olthar]

Not really.

Sanchez adores knitting.

At least that's something.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Why the hell are there Mormons in Mumbai?

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Little hard not to be bitter when I'm losing two Arcs worth of character development over petty bullshit, but where Ameri would continue shouting his message from the highest rooftops I'm going to go watch music videos and try to figure out how to salvage a character that has been derailed literally to Hell and back and still fit it in with my plans.

Or continue being a bitter sarcastic asshole, just not here. Anyone up for a round or two of that insane board game?

You said you were here mostly to stay friends with us and only partially for James. Then prove it. Get over it, move on. And in my honest opinion? Destroy your plans. Burn them to the ground and progress from what you have now. Basically, move on and forget what could have been. Focus on what is.

You keep saying that like your wish will bend reality and completely change the way I do, well, everything. I plan. That's me. That's what I do, whether it be writing or working or playing video games. I'm a planner, and when someone tells me to stop trying to plan things it's like telling a white supremacist to maybe not be so racist. I've usually got plans within plans, and try to plan for multiple outcomes.

What I can't plan for is my character suddenly poofing out of existence right at the climax of his story. The end of Arc 2, especially with Arc 3 being the end of EH2, was going to be where everything for James came together.

So telling me to toss all that hard work away? Do you have any fucking clue how hard that hits? How deeply? Having to write around events and incorporate them into the greater narrative is one thing, and I've been doing that ever since Arc 1. Being told that all of it no longer matters, that my story means nothing when I've been working my ass off to include elements like the DH-verse, Jade's death, the Cairo mission, and never having many chances at incorporating flashbacks because nobody has ever asked the question "what happened to James after he left the school?" is the same to me as being told that I'm not wanted or welcomed.

As for Sanchez: When he's the only normal human who's treated as an equal to wizards, he gets really old and really annoying fast.

[Ende]

Am I the only one around here that likes Sanchez?

Well, that's awkward.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Am I the only one around here that likes Sanchez?

Well, that's awkward.

I like him, I just think he's overplayed to the point of boredom.

[Olthar]

Why the hell are there Mormons in Mumbai?

Dear god no. You need to get rid of them now! Mormons are an invasive species!

[Zarkenis Ultima]

@Agri: I have no idea what any of that means, but you'll get through it I'm sure.

@Nightkill: Cally for best. For worst... No idea, really. I guess I'm just that much of an accepting person. .

[Nightkill the Emperor]

You said you were here mostly to stay friends with us and only partially for James. Then prove it. Get over it, move on. And in my honest opinion? Destroy your plans. Burn them to the ground and progress from what you have now. Basically, move on and forget what could have been. Focus on what is.

You keep saying that like your wish will bend reality and completely change the way I do, well, everything. I plan. That's me. That's what I do, whether it be writing or working or playing video games. I'm a planner, and when someone tells me to stop trying to plan things it's like telling a white supremacist to maybe not be so racist. I've usually got plans within plans, and try to plan for multiple outcomes.

What I can't plan for is my character suddenly poofing out of existence right at the climax of his story. The end of Arc 2, especially with Arc 3 being the end of EH2, was going to be where everything for James came together.

So telling me to toss all that hard work away? Do you have any fucking clue how hard that hits? How deeply? Having to write around events and incorporate them into the greater narrative is one thing, and I've been doing that ever since Arc 1. Being told that all of it no longer matters, that my story means nothing when I've been working my ass off to include elements like the DH-verse, Jade's death, the Cairo mission, and never having many chances at incorporating flashbacks because nobody has ever asked the question "what happened to James after he left the school?" is the same to me as being told that I'm not wanted or welcomed.

Yes, it's terrible and it sucks horribly. I may not understand it to your level since I rarely plan in rps (with life it's a different story), but what I do understand is that you need to accept the punishment, stiffen that upper lip and move on with it. It does not mean you're not wanted or welcomed, but it does mean you need to accept the authority and the judgement of such. You're a military-loving guy, yes, you want to be a soldier? Then take your order and move on about it.

Now, I am glad you did swallow your pride and I am especially glad you managed to make that post without any blatant sarcasm. That's a good progression right there and it'll go a long way, especially as I am probably too forgiving for my own good.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

See you guys later, Arjun's woken up now.

[Olthar]

See you guys later, Arjun's woken up now.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

You keep saying that like your wish will bend reality and completely change the way I do, well, everything. I plan. That's me. That's what I do, whether it be writing or working or playing video games. I'm a planner, and when someone tells me to stop trying to plan things it's like telling a white supremacist to maybe not be so racist. I've usually got plans within plans, and try to plan for multiple outcomes.

What I can't plan for is my character suddenly poofing out of existence right at the climax of his story. The end of Arc 2, especially with Arc 3 being the end of EH2, was going to be where everything for James came together.

So telling me to toss all that hard work away? Do you have any fucking clue how hard that hits? How deeply? Having to write around events and incorporate them into the greater narrative is one thing, and I've been doing that ever since Arc 1. Being told that all of it no longer matters, that my story means nothing when I've been working my ass off to include elements like the DH-verse, Jade's death, the Cairo mission, and never having many chances at incorporating flashbacks because nobody has ever asked the question "what happened to James after he left the school?" is the same to me as being told that I'm not wanted or welcomed.

Yes, it's terrible and it sucks horribly. I may not understand it to your level since I rarely plan in rps (with life it's a different story), but what I do understand is that you need to accept the punishment, stiffen that upper lip and move on with it. It does not mean you're not wanted or welcomed, but it does mean you need to accept the authority and the judgement of such. You're a military-loving guy, yes, you want to be a soldier? Then take your order and move on about it.

Now, I am glad you did swallow your pride and I am especially glad you managed to make that post without any blatant sarcasm. That's a good progression right there and it'll go a long way, especially as I am probably too forgiving for my own good.

First off, the being a soldier thing died a long time ago.

Secondly, I have accepted it. Acceptance doesn't include liking it.

[Erinkita]

1981

Gaonaga’s talons raked empty air as he floated unsupported in the upper atmosphere. He could see the curvature of the Earth from up here. He had seen it once before, almost four hundred years ago. Then, it had signalled an end to his centuries of aimless drifting. Today, he wasn’t sure what it meant. An end to his life on this planet? That was a distinct possibility if Crowley’s plan failed. A new beginning, a renewal of sorts? Maybe, but the symbolism was obscure at best. Besides, if—no, when—they won their battle today, nothing would really change. Crowley would go his way, Gaonaga would go his, and Hasuragon would do what she always did.

Hasuragon...

The dragon woman floated perhaps four hundred metres away, managing to do so with much more grace than Gaonaga did. She was used to this, of course. It was her magic that kept them aloft. And it would be she who cast Crowley’s spell. Gaonaga was there to act as muscle, and because he was the only one who had met their adversary.

“You should not trust this Aleister Crowley,” Hasuragon said in her ethereal, multi-toned voice. Her blazing yellow eyes fixed Gaonaga with an appraising stare. She was small for one of their kind—the unrelated group of beings humanity loosely grouped together by their size and their propensity to fight one another at the drop of a hat—a hair under a hundred feet, and slim too; a far cry from Gaonaga’s armoured bulk. And yet she was formidable. There was power in those long, slender limbs, and speed, unbelievable speed. She was motionless now, her spiked tail snapping in the wind. But as always, she was poised to fight.

“We should stand aside and let Exterminus have his way with the Earth, then?” Gaonaga growled back. He scanned the starscape above them for the enemy they awaited, watching Hasuragon out of the corner of his beady green reptilian eye. She tossed her spiky head impatiently. The orange sunlight shining from behind the planet far below them, turned her blue-green scales yellow. The blue lotus medallion on her chest pusled with a light all its own.

“I did not say that.”

“You carry his magic. Will you cast it when you need to?”

“I will.”

“Then do not speak to me of trust. It holds no relevance now.”

Her eyes remained fixed on Gaonaga, but she held her silence. She is trying to intimidate me, he thought to himself. I have been glared at by more terrible things than her more times than I care to count. Good luck. Out loud, he said “I owe him a debt. You were not there. You did not see MechaGaonaga. The thing was an insult; and obscenity. Crowley gave me the names of its creators. He helped me take my justified vengeance. This is a balancing of the ledger.”

Hasuragon remained silent for several seconds longer than seemed necessary. “You acknowledge a debt to a human?” she asked, her tone betraying no emotion.

Gaonaga’s raucous, booming laughter cut through the sound of the wind. “Crowley is no human,” he said, grinning a lizard grin.

“And you do this only for him? For no one else?”

Gaonaga turned his full gaze to Hasuragon and returned her appraising look. Alone of all the monsters, she cared for humanity. She fought to protect them from the likes of Moratitan and Vespitra. And Gaonaga, of course. Her fondness for humans was hardly surprising. She used to be one, after all. “You suggest I have grown fond of humans?”

“Since becoming one. Yes, perhaps.”

“I am not a human, dragon woman. I thank you for your gift of transformation. These past twenty years, it has allowed me to move more easily among them, and to understand their world better. But it has not engendered sympathy. And I have not become one of them.” He looked out over the planet below, the beautiful jigsaw pieces of continent and ocean which held so many tiny lives. “They are a small people. A people without perspective. I can’t blame them. There’s not much of a view from down there.”

Gaonaga tore his eyes away from the scenery and looked back into Hasuragon’s blazing yellow eyes. Both monsters floated there in silence for long minutes. She doesn’t understand me Gaonaga realised with satisfaction. I understand exactly why she is here, but my motives are a mystery to her. Why did I agree to intercept Exterminus before he lands, before he can do any damage, when it would be easier to deal with him on the ground? Keep wondering, dragon woman.

"You like being feared," she stated

"There are few things sweeter," he agreed.

"Such as being loved?"

Gaonaga hesitated. "Loved? No... that's not the right word..." He felt it when he saw the samurai, dressed in armour that mimicked his appearance. He felt it when they cheered the first time he saves Tokyo from destruction at the toxic hands of Moratitan. "Revered," he said firmly "Being revered. That is sweeter."

Hasuragon nodded, apparently satisfied. She finally turned her gaze from the alien mutant and looked up into the velvet black and said, grimly, “He’s coming.”
Gaonaga followed her eyes. And there he was, hurtling toward them like a malevolent asteroid, curled up into an invulnerable ball of muscle and metal. The living weapon designed to cleanse entire planets: Exterminus.

To be continued.