Elfen High 2 (OOC 5, Closed)

[Olthar]

It has been added to Jojo's app, so it is now official.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Two young men, both dressed in skinny jeans and t-shirts. One with a pint of Keith's, the other a simple Screwdriver. Two similar stories with similar outcomes.

Two vastly different personalities.

"I honestly wish I could tell you more." The man with the beer told his friend, taking a sip, his voice loud enough to be heard over the roaring music of the nightclub. "But if anyone found out I told you anything about the place, or if anyone here somehow overheard, my ass would be slaughtered."

"I know, I know." The other replied, adjusting his eye glasses. "All of us just want to make sure you're safe, y'know? You're gonna be heading into an entirely unknown and very much hostile area. Who knows what could happen down there?"

The first man sighed. "I've told you guys before, I'll be fine. The Americans, Brits, Chinese, Russians, and Indians all got our backs, and DND isn't sparing a cent on making sure we have what we need to keep us safe." He tapped his booted right foot and took a long swig of beer. "This ISSR project isn't going to be like Afghanistan."

"They said that about Afghanistan too, that it wouldn't be like Bosnia or Somalia." The second man pointed out, swishing his drink around before taking a mouthful. "And all we had to deal with there were humans with shitty AK and RPG-7 knockoffs. You're going to be going face-to-face with demons wielding magic, and what intel we have comes from the headmaster of the worst Hogwarts ripoff ever, the same headmaster who couldn't protect his own students from an invasion." He gave a tug at his Hunger Games t-shirt. "His knowledge of demonic capabilities is untrustworthy at best."

"I know." The first man responded, finishing off his pint. "But I'm certain I'll be fine, and I don't want the rest of you worrying too much. You've all got other things to focus on, like school."

The second man finished his drink as well. "True. Just... Stay safe, alright, Justin?"

"I will, Chris." The first man promised. "I will."

First of a one-shot miniseries.

[Olthar]

Two young men, both dressed in skinny jeans and t-shirts. One with a pint of Keith's, the other a simple Screwdriver. Two similar stories with similar outcomes.

Two vastly different personalities.

"I honestly wish I could tell you more." The man with the beer told his friend, taking a sip, his voice loud enough to be heard over the roaring music of the nightclub. "But if anyone found out I told you anything about the place, or if anyone here somehow overheard, my ass would be slaughtered."

"I know, I know." The other replied, adjusting his eye glasses. "All of us just want to make sure you're safe, y'know? You're gonna be heading into an entirely unknown and very much hostile area. Who knows what could happen down there?"

The first man sighed. "I've told you guys before, I'll be fine. The Americans, Brits, Chinese, Russians, and Indians all got our backs, and DND isn't sparing a cent on making sure we have what we need to keep us safe." He tapped his booted right foot and took a long swig of beer. "This ISSR project isn't going to be like Afghanistan."

"They said that about Afghanistan too, that it wouldn't be like Bosnia or Somalia." The second man pointed out, swishing his drink around before taking a mouthful. "And all we had to deal with there were humans with shitty AK and RPG-7 knockoffs. You're going to be going face-to-face with demons wielding magic, and what intel we have comes from the headmaster of the worst Hogwarts ripoff ever, the same headmaster who couldn't protect his own students from an invasion." He gave a tug at his Hunger Games t-shirt. "His knowledge of demonic capabilities is untrustworthy at best."

"I know." The first man responded, finishing off his pint. "But I'm certain I'll be fine, and I don't want the rest of you worrying too much. You've all got other things to focus on, like school."

The second man finished his drink as well. "True. Just... Stay safe, alright, Justin?"

"I will, Chris." The first man promised. "I will."

First of a one-shot miniseries.

Justin/Chris OTP.

[Rupudska]

Now I don't know if I want to fight Azazel or the Dragon.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Two young men, both dressed in skinny jeans and t-shirts. One with a pint of Keith's, the other a simple Screwdriver. Two similar stories with similar outcomes.

Two vastly different personalities.

"I honestly wish I could tell you more." The man with the beer told his friend, taking a sip, his voice loud enough to be heard over the roaring music of the nightclub. "But if anyone found out I told you anything about the place, or if anyone here somehow overheard, my ass would be slaughtered."

"I know, I know." The other replied, adjusting his eye glasses. "All of us just want to make sure you're safe, y'know? You're gonna be heading into an entirely unknown and very much hostile area. Who knows what could happen down there?"

The first man sighed. "I've told you guys before, I'll be fine. The Americans, Brits, Chinese, Russians, and Indians all got our backs, and DND isn't sparing a cent on making sure we have what we need to keep us safe." He tapped his booted right foot and took a long swig of beer. "This ISSR project isn't going to be like Afghanistan."

"They said that about Afghanistan too, that it wouldn't be like Bosnia or Somalia." The second man pointed out, swishing his drink around before taking a mouthful. "And all we had to deal with there were humans with shitty AK and RPG-7 knockoffs. You're going to be going face-to-face with demons wielding magic, and what intel we have comes from the headmaster of the worst Hogwarts ripoff ever, the same headmaster who couldn't protect his own students from an invasion." He gave a tug at his Hunger Games t-shirt. "His knowledge of demonic capabilities is untrustworthy at best."

"I know." The first man responded, finishing off his pint. "But I'm certain I'll be fine, and I don't want the rest of you worrying too much. You've all got other things to focus on, like school."

The second man finished his drink as well. "True. Just... Stay safe, alright, Justin?"

"I will, Chris." The first man promised. "I will."

First of a one-shot miniseries.

Justin/Chris OTP.

Thanks, you just shipped me with my roommate.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Now I don't know if I want to fight Azazel or the Dragon.

If I were you, I'd not intrude in the Azazel fight.

I doubt Night would mind too terribly, it just seems like a personal thing (that also has James).

[Mavorpen]

Now I don't know if I want to fight Azazel or the Dragon.

Be a good stereotypical samurai and fight the dragon.

[Olthar]

Now I don't know if I want to fight Azazel or the Dragon.

Azazel is currently in Canada right now, so I don't think you really have much of a choice anymore.

[Olthar]

Justin/Chris OTP.

Thanks, you just shipped me with my roommate.

My pleasure.

[Rupudska]

Now I don't know if I want to fight Azazel or the Dragon.

Be a good stereotypical samurai and fight the dragon.

Well, it's no white whale, but it works.

Prepare for Bus intercept.

[Nude East Ireland]

Name: Joe
Age (Actual): 29
Age (Appears): 29
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): 5"9, brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Normally wears button-up (yet casual) shirts, jeans, and sneakers. He shaves every day, and smokes weed occasionally.
Powergrid/Powers:
INT - 2
STR - 2
DUR - 2
SPD - 1
FS - 1
Powers - 0
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): What do you think?
Personality: Joe is a hard worker when it comes to things he enjoys. He's a bit of a slacker, and doesn't do much to actively improve his position. He enjoys smoking marijuana. He has some good friends that he hangs out with after work, and has a problem with a lot of people. He enjoys long walks in the park, and video games. His favorite author is Shakespeare, and he watches Star Trek: TNG when he has some free time.
History: Joe was born in a small town in New England. He was raised to be morally responsible by his father, Bill, and his mother, Mary. He slacked in school, but got average grades. When he graduated, he travelled the world, becoming fluent in picking up women. He also found out that he liked weed during his freshman year in high school, and has been smoking it since. He found a job at Elfen High when he showed Crowley how to pick up women without hypnotizing and/or paying them. He's the theater teacher at Elfen High, because he likes acting and was always great with theater kids.
RP Sample: Up your ass.

[Olthar]

Name: Joe
Age (Actual): 29
Age (Appears): 29
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): 5"9, brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Normally wears button-up (yet casual) shirts, jeans, and sneakers. He shaves every day, and smokes weed occasionally.
Powergrid/Powers:
INT - 2
STR - 2
DUR - 2
SPD - 1
FS - 1
Powers - 0
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): What do you think?
Personality: Joe is a hard worker when it comes to things he enjoys. He's a bit of a slacker, and doesn't do much to actively improve his position. He enjoys smoking marijuana. He has some good friends that he hangs out with after work, and has a problem with a lot of people. He enjoys long walks in the park, and video games. His favorite author is Shakespeare, and he watches Star Trek: TNG when he has some free time.
History: Joe was born in a small town in New England. He was raised to be morally responsible by his father, Bill, and his mother, Mary. He slacked in school, but got average grades. When he graduated, he travelled the world, becoming fluent in picking up women. He also found out that he liked weed during his freshman year in high school, and has been smoking it since. He found a job at Elfen High when he showed Crowley how to pick up women without hypnotizing and/or paying them. He's the theater teacher at Elfen High, because he likes acting and was always great with theater kids.
RP Sample: Up your ass.

wat?

[Mavorpen]

Name: Joe
Age (Actual): 29
Age (Appears): 29
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): 5"9, brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Normally wears button-up (yet casual) shirts, jeans, and sneakers. He shaves every day, and smokes weed occasionally.
Powergrid/Powers:
INT - 2
STR - 2
DUR - 2
SPD - 1
FS - 1
Powers - 0
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): What do you think?
Personality: Joe is a hard worker when it comes to things he enjoys. He's a bit of a slacker, and doesn't do much to actively improve his position. He enjoys smoking marijuana. He has some good friends that he hangs out with after work, and has a problem with a lot of people. He enjoys long walks in the park, and video games. His favorite author is Shakespeare, and he watches Star Trek: TNG when he has some free time.
History: Joe was born in a small town in New England. He was raised to be morally responsible by his father, Bill, and his mother, Mary. He slacked in school, but got average grades. When he graduated, he travelled the world, becoming fluent in picking up women. He also found out that he liked weed during his freshman year in high school, and has been smoking it since. He found a job at Elfen High when he showed Crowley how to pick up women without hypnotizing and/or paying them. He's the theater teacher at Elfen High, because he likes acting and was always great with theater kids.
RP Sample: Up your ass.

wat?

He wants to shove something up the students' asses.

[Rupudska]

How many towers are left?

[Olthar]

How many towers are left?

43.8

[Nude East Ireland]

Name: Joe
Age (Actual): 29
Age (Appears): 29
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): 5"9, brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Normally wears button-up (yet casual) shirts, jeans, and sneakers. He shaves every day, and smokes weed occasionally.
Powergrid/Powers:
INT - 2
STR - 2
DUR - 2
SPD - 1
FS - 1
Powers - 0
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): What do you think?
Personality: Joe is a hard worker when it comes to things he enjoys. He's a bit of a slacker, and doesn't do much to actively improve his position. He enjoys smoking marijuana. He has some good friends that he hangs out with after work, and has a problem with a lot of people. He enjoys long walks in the park, and video games. His favorite author is Shakespeare, and he watches Star Trek: TNG when he has some free time.
History: Joe was born in a small town in New England. He was raised to be morally responsible by his father, Bill, and his mother, Mary. He slacked in school, but got average grades. When he graduated, he travelled the world, becoming fluent in picking up women. He also found out that he liked weed during his freshman year in high school, and has been smoking it since. He found a job at Elfen High when he showed Crowley how to pick up women without hypnotizing and/or paying them. He's the theater teacher at Elfen High, because he likes acting and was always great with theater kids.
RP Sample: Up your ass.

wat?

He's New!Richard.

Well, not new Richard, but the new Richard. Er, let me explain.

Richard was a janitor that gave out words of wisdom and, in his own words, "swept shit". Now he's "Dark Lord of Almighty God", and can bend the fucking universe in half with his eyelids if he wanted to. Joe is new Richard, replacing old Richard - who is now "Richard, Immortal Killer of Universes".

[Olthar]

wat?

He's New!Richard.

Well, not new Richard, but the new Richard. Er, let me explain.

Richard was a janitor that gave out words of wisdom and, in his own words, "swept shit". Now he's "Dark Lord of Almighty God", and can bend the fucking universe in half with his eyelids if he wanted to. Joe is new Richard, replacing old Richard - who is now "Richard, Immortal Killer of Universes".

Then why is he a theater teacher instead of a janitor? :/

[Nude East Ireland]

He's New!Richard.

Well, not new Richard, but the new Richard. Er, let me explain.

Richard was a janitor that gave out words of wisdom and, in his own words, "swept shit". Now he's "Dark Lord of Almighty God", and can bend the fucking universe in half with his eyelids if he wanted to. Joe is new Richard, replacing old Richard - who is now "Richard, Immortal Killer of Universes".

Then why is he a theater teacher instead of a janitor? :/

Because Richard is still the janitor?

Also, Joe is based off of myself - in some ways more than others.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Then why is he a theater teacher instead of a janitor? :/

Because Richard is still the janitor?

Also, Joe is based off of myself - in some ways more than others.

For all of the five seconds before his corpse is blown up by D.

Azazel stabbed him to death with bullshit magic and used more bullshit magic to make a dragon out of his soul.

[Olthar]

Then why is he a theater teacher instead of a janitor? :/

Because Richard is still the janitor?

Also, Joe is based off of myself - in some ways more than others.

I don't think a corpse will be able to do much cleaning. In fact, it'll probably just make things dirtier.

[Nude East Ireland]

Because Richard is still the janitor?

Also, Joe is based off of myself - in some ways more than others.

For all of the five seconds before his corpse is blown up by D.

Azazel stabbed him to death with bullshit magic and used more bullshit magic to make a dragon out of his soul.

Coolio.

Because Richard is still the janitor?

Also, Joe is based off of myself - in some ways more than others.

I don't think a corpse will be able to do much cleaning. In fact, it'll probably just make things dirtier.

Either way, we could make his corpse a sentient mop.

[Nationstatelandsville]

For all of the five seconds before his corpse is blown up by D.

Azazel stabbed him to death with bullshit magic and used more bullshit magic to make a dragon out of his soul.

Coolio.

I don't think a corpse will be able to do much cleaning. In fact, it'll probably just make things dirtier.

Either way, we could make his corpse a sentient mop.

That which is left of it after D rends apart its basic atomic structure.

Richard's corpse could be a very dangerous weapon, in the wrong hands.

[Nude East Ireland]

So, "Skyfall" is clearly what everyone is hearing as this battle continues.

[Constaniana]

So, "Skyfall" is clearly what everyone is hearing as this battle continues.

I'm thinking more along the lines of this.

[Olthar]

Coolio.


Either way, we could make his corpse a sentient mop.

That which is left of it after D rends apart its basic atomic structure.

Richard's corpse could be a very dangerous weapon, in the wrong hands.

Announcer: "Gentlemen, choose your weapons!"
Gladiator 1: "I'll take this giant axe. Heh, there's no way you can win."
Gladiator 2: "So you say now, but you haven't seen my weapon yet."
Gladiator 1: "Like it'll make a difference?"
Gladiator 2: "I'm going with...an old man's corpse!"
Gladiator 1: "Oh god no!"
Gladiator 1 drops his weapon and runs away while Gladiator 2 tries beating him to death with a chunk of rotting meat.