Elfen High 2 (OOC 9, Closed, Hodor)

[Nationstatelandsville]

Alright.

In that case, what was Crowley doing around the time of the Revolutionary War?

If you mean the American one, he was apathetic. He was British, but didn't care for those in charge. He was in the Americas doing research, and the war got in the way.

"Yes, I bloody get it. 'Down with taxes! Up with buggery!' I've seen it before."

[Nude East Ireland]

If you mean the American one, he was apathetic. He was British, but didn't care for those in charge. He was in the Americas doing research, and the war got in the way.

"Yes, I bloody get it. 'Down with taxes! Up with buggery!' I've seen it before."

The Boston Tea Party started as an argument between Crowley and a greedy tea merchant.

[Nationstatelandsville]

So, I'm up to the climactic final battle against my rival, that annoying prick Edmund. (My own name is Edgar. 1 billion Shakespeare points to whoever gets the reference.)

He sends out Pidgeot. I send out Blastoise, my dearest Ozymandias.

And what does he open with but Sand-Attack.

I'm going to wreck this prick.

[Nude East Ireland]

So, I'm up to the climactic final battle against my rival, that annoying prick Edmund. (My own name is Edgar. 1 billion Shakespeare points to whoever gets the reference.)

King Lear.

Of course you would name your rival the bastard.

[The Inritus Extraho]

So, I'm up to the climactic final battle against my rival, that annoying prick Edmund. (My own name is Edgar. 1 billion Shakespeare points to whoever gets the reference.)

He sends out Pidgeot. I send out Blastoise, my dearest Ozymandias.

And what does he open with but Sand-Attack.

I'm going to wreck this prick.

... Good luck.

[Nationstatelandsville]

So, I'm up to the climactic final battle against my rival, that annoying prick Edmund. (My own name is Edgar. 1 billion Shakespeare points to whoever gets the reference.)

King Lear.

Of course you would name your rival the bastard.

I also have Kent the Growlithe and Albany the Jolteon, amongst many, many, many Shakespeare, Classic mythology, and Christianity references.

Because this is what I do instead of friends.

[Nude East Ireland]

King Lear.

Of course you would name your rival the bastard.

I also have Kent the Growlithe and Albany the Jolteon, amongst many, many, many Shakespeare, Classic mythology, and Christianity references.

Because this is what I do instead of friends.

Which game are you playing?

[Nationstatelandsville]

I also have Kent the Growlithe and Albany the Jolteon, amongst many, many, many Shakespeare, Classic mythology, and Christianity references.

Because this is what I do instead of friends.

Which game are you playing?

FireRed.

[G-Tech Corporation]

King Lear.

Of course you would name your rival the bastard.

I also have Kent the Growlithe and Albany the Jolteon, amongst many, many, many Shakespeare, Classic mythology, and Christianity references.

Because this is what I do instead of friends.

Red?

[Nationstatelandsville]

Never send an Arcanine to face a Blastoise and a very impatient me.

I also have Kent the Growlithe and Albany the Jolteon, amongst many, many, many Shakespeare, Classic mythology, and Christianity references.

Because this is what I do instead of friends.

Red?

Well, the remake, but yes.

[Nationstatelandsville]

So, Oak approaches his grandson, fraught with the emotion of seeing his entire life goal collapse at the hands of some prick he knew from school, and approaches him. The boy's heart leaps; he just defeated four grown adults, all of whom have spent their entire lives training, in roughly twenty minutes after about a month of preparation. This kid's a prodigy, but he's been outplayed by his douchebag friend.

Oak will comfort him, surely.

No; Oak opens by praising the other guy. His first words to his grandson are "I'm disappointed in you".

Holy shit.

[Nude East Ireland]

In keeping with some kind of meta duality, I am getting LeafGreen.

Everyone will burn.

[Nationstatelandsville]

In keeping with some kind of meta duality, I am getting LeafGreen.

Everyone will burn.

I'm already searching for some nice waterfalls for me to tackle you off of.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

So, Oak approaches his grandson, fraught with the emotion of seeing his entire life goal collapse at the hands of some prick he knew from school, and approaches him. The boy's heart leaps; he just defeated four grown adults, all of whom have spent their entire lives training, in roughly twenty minutes after about a month of preparation. This kid's a prodigy, but he's been outplayed by his douchebag friend.

Oak will comfort him, surely.

No; Oak opens by praising the other guy. His first words to his grandson are "I'm disappointed in you".

Holy shit.

It would have been awesome if Oak arrived to avenge his grandson's wounded honor and challenged you.

[Nationstatelandsville]

So, Oak approaches his grandson, fraught with the emotion of seeing his entire life goal collapse at the hands of some prick he knew from school, and approaches him. The boy's heart leaps; he just defeated four grown adults, all of whom have spent their entire lives training, in roughly twenty minutes after about a month of preparation. This kid's a prodigy, but he's been outplayed by his douchebag friend.

Oak will comfort him, surely.

No; Oak opens by praising the other guy. His first words to his grandson are "I'm disappointed in you".

Holy shit.

It would have been awesome if Oak arrived to avenge his grandson's wounded honor and challenged you.

Hell yes.

I mean, I would lose instantly, because I had two Pokemon left and one of them had all of 21 health, but still.

[Nude East Ireland]

In keeping with some kind of meta duality, I am getting LeafGreen.

Everyone will burn.

I'm already searching for some nice waterfalls for me to tackle you off of.

Speaking of which, I need to think of names for my rival and I. It will either be Moriarty and Holmes or Macduff and Macbeth.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

It was night time and the streets of...

Yeah, this narrator was never any good at picking cities. Or real world stuffs in general.

Either way, the streets were quiet. Not quiet as in completely silent, but quiet as in the only noise is the occasional car speeding through or maybe the screams of some poor bastard being mauled by a hobo. Hobos were dangerous creatures, more so after the Abrahamic War. The shift in the world's economies had upset a very delicate ecosystem and as such, hobos were showing the true terror of their unseen dominion for the first time in several millenia.

But that is a story for another time.

On one side of the street was a small house. It wasn't big, no, but it was cozy. The walls, painted a lively green, were decorated with all kinds of things, from children's drawings to elegant paintings. There was also an old grandfather clock somewhere in there. On the living room, a family sat down on a couch, watching television together.

The house in question was right next to the significantly larger building that famed musical prodigies Ciel and Celes Strider were inhabiting for the time being.

"So what are you cooking, dear?" Celes idly asked Ciel, while lying comfortably on a bean bag and strumming a few chords out of one of her many instruments, an acoustic guitar. She wore a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt sporting an image of Nearly-Soulless Human/Jameson Hybrid.

"Oh, cannolies. It's a Maltese recipe, I'm sure you'll love it." Ciel replied, looking back at Celes and smiling. She had been about to head out of the room, and was clad in a t-shirt with an image of Fae Moon Subplot and a pair of blue shorts. She found shorts to be more comfortable than jeans, after all. In fact, so did Celes, but they'd forgotten to pack more than one pair for some strange reason involving rats and a lot of cameras. No mind need to be paid to this detail. Either way, Celes smiled back and nodded, before going back to her own thing, after which Ciel left the room and closed the door behind her.

It would have been another relatively uneventful night save for the usual nightly rituals of the young couple, had it not been for the fact that, all of the sudden, a hand placed itself on the windowsill. At first Celes barely noticed. Only when she heard strained vocalizations and saw a figure slowly but surely rising up from beyond the window did she stop what she was doing to pay more attention. What she saw was a gorgeous, ample-breasted young woman with fiery red hair and emerald eyes, clad in naught but a pair of pants and the shredded remnants of a cloak which barely sufficed to cover her attributes, bearing the children of rain and dirt on her skin and covered in tiny scars of battle.

In other words, she was staring at a half-naked, muddy, scratched and bruised version of herself. Let us remember at this point that she was a bit of a narcissist.

"Ciel? Did you get the rage again?" Celes asked, putting her guitar aside for the moment.

"Shut up and help me, idiot!" The other demanded. While the voice matched, the woman certainly didn't sound like Celes' sweet lover, but she hurried to the window to help her up nevertheless. She was heavy, though. Incredibly so. It took a lot of effort on both of their parts, but eventually Celes managed to get the other woman through the window.

Well, that's not exactly what happened. What actually happened was that the woman managed to pull free of all that extra weight that was keeping her from climbing up by herself. The result was that, due to the sudden release, Celes wound up on the ground, pinned down by and staring into the face of this half-naked third Ciel. She found herself blushing at the sudden scene.

"Yeah, I'm not into that, you know." The other woman said, before getting off of her and sitting down on the ground. Snapping out of her small trance and also curious about what the hell that had been, Celes rushed to the window just in time to see the last remnants of a hobo horde dispersing into the streets and fading into the night.

"Hobos are dangerous creatures, right?" The other woman said, trying to cover herself better with the shreds of her cloak. Celes turned to her.

"...I guess so. Who are you, anyway?" She asked, sitting down near her.

"I'm Ciel, obviously. Now, which one of the stupid lesbians are you?" The other woman asked nonchalantly.

"The- Hey- What did you call us?" Celes asked indignated, gripping the woman's shoulder as if to be more menacing in order to get her to respect them.

All this earned her was an arm pushed away and a flick to the nose that hit hard enough to draw blood.

"Ow!" Celes whimpered, covering her nose with both hands for a moment before moving them a bit to see how bad it was. Just at that moment, the door opened and in stepped Ciel.

"Hey, Celes, food is read-" She began, but interrupted herself upon seeing the third Ciel in the room, her mind now being assaulted by a mixture of confusion, jealousy and arousal. Mostly confusion, but still. She looked towards Celes, and noticed her nosebleed. Dropping all those feelings rather quickly, she rushed to her side. "Oh, this looks bad. Come here." She said to her, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room, choosing to ignore the oddly similar and attractive stranger for now.

"I'll wait here." The third Ciel called out as they left the room. "Bring food."

Ciel and Celes rushed out of the room to tend to the latter's injury, more out of the former's confusion mixing with her sense of alarm than anything else. Once Ciel had tended to her lover's ailment, though, she had her tell her what exactly had happened in the bedroom. Celes told her everything, naturally.

"...And that's when you came in." Celes stated, before hearing the sound of the shower being turned on. "Is she- Yes, she is. My god, what a bitch." She commented, annoyed. "So what do we do about her, anyway?" She asked. Ciel looked in the bedroom's general direction.

"Well, we could just let her stay. She did get into a fight with a band of hobos. Those are dangerous." Ciel remarked.

"Yes, yes, everyone tells me that. Fine, we'll let her stay." Celes replied. Normally she would kick her out immediately, she had given her a nosebleed after all. But she wasn't willing to argue with her lover over something so petty. That would probably sour their late night activities, in any case.

Eventually, the third Ciel stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom, only to find Ciel and Celes sitting down on the bedroom's floor with a bunch of cannolies on a large plate.

"Hey! That's my Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt!" Celes complained. They liked collecting t-shirts with images of different artists. What can I say?

"And it fits like a glove. Though it's a bit creepy, how it looks like he's licking my tits." Alt-Ciel remarked, before sitting down and grabbing a cannoli. "And anyway it was the first thing I could grab. I wasn't going to step out naked you know? That's barbaric and- By the thousand floating cities of Hell what is this thing and why does it taste so good?!" She asked upon taking her first bite, thus spawning a long-running obsession that would eventually come to wreck Malta's cannoli economy completely.

"...It's a cannoli. It's Maltese." Ciel explained.

"Well it is the shit. I hereby confiscate all of yours." The other explained, outstretching her legs and pulling the plate closer to her with them.

"Alright, so why are you here and how do we get you to leave?" Celes asked aggressively.

"Oh, those Dwarfen assholes ditched me in Egypt and I had to claw my way out of there. Took me a while. After that I've just sort of been wandering. I'm broke, so that doesn't help. If you want me to leave you could offer me some place more interesting. Or money. Money works." The other Ciel asked.

"We could send you on a plane flight to Elfen High if you'd like?" Ciel offered while eating her own cannoli.

"Yes. You would probably fit right in." Celes remarked. She was about to say something about her maybe even becoming the president of a bunch of psychopaths as well, but she bit her tongue and dropped it.

"Can't be as bad as the place where I come from. Can it be a train, though?" The third Ciel asked. She was onto her fourth cannoli already, in the short time this conversation had been going on.

"...Trains can't go overseas." Ciel stated.

"And under?" The other asked.

"...No." Ciel replied.

"Well, that's bullshit. Your world is boring, then." The other Ciel remarked. Back in her universe, there was an intrincate network of underground and undersea railways, and trains could take you from any place in the world to any other. But alas, that world was no more. Coincidentally, the large number of cannolies was no more, as well. "But I'll take it." She added afterwards, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Well, good. You've been extremely rude to us since you arrived, you made my nose bleed and you ate our dinner. The sooner you're out of here, the better." Celes stated terminantly, clearly not willing to put up with this guest's presence any longer.

The other Ciel, however, merely stared at her, blinking a few moments, before shrugging. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably repay all that." She said, and then pondered what exactly she could do, before having an idea. She walked up to Celes and raised her by her shoulders, forcing her to stand up.

"The Queen of Hell herself taught me this one. Remember it well." The third Ciel said, before kissing Celes with no prior warning. And, despite her reluctance to admit it later in her life, it was the best damn kiss she'd ever had up until that moment. The things the third Ciel's tongue did to her made everything else pale in comparison.

The woman then let go of Celes and promptly knocked her out with a well-aimed blow to the head. "She'll wake up soon, don't worry. Thanks for the food." She said, before heading out of the bedroom, taking the time to snatch some cash before leaving to brave the hobo-infested streets of the nocturne city once again.

Ciel, meanwhile, sat next to Celes' unconscious form, watching over her worriedly, not knowing what the hell that had been about. Wasn't the person in charge of Hell her old Hell History teacher, Alastor, anyway? One way or the other, her concern was only broken up minutes later, when Celes finally woke up. Upon seeing this, Ciel let out a sigh of relief.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up!" She said as Celes sat up on the floor, rubbing her head. Ciel immediately threw her arms around her lover.

"Well, I think it's rather cute that you worry so much, you know?" Celes replied, grinning, before kissing her. And Ciel had no problem admitting, it was the best damn kiss she'd ever had. The things that Celes' tongue did to her made everything else pale in comparison. The only difference was, that they had a lot of time ahead of them to enjoy and perfect the technique.

After several moments, they finally pulled away from each other.

"Where'd that bitch go, anyway?" Celes asked. Ciel shrugged.

"I have no idea."

So there we go. I figured I'd make a one-shot featuring my own characters for a change.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It was night time and the streets of...

Yeah, this narrator was never any good at picking cities. Or real world stuffs in general.

Either way, the streets were quiet. Not quiet as in completely silent, but quiet as in the only noise is the occasional car speeding through or maybe the screams of some poor bastard being mauled by a hobo. Hobos were dangerous creatures, more so after the Abrahamic War. The shift in the world's economies had upset a very delicate ecosystem and as such, hobos were showing the true terror of their unseen dominion for the first time in several millenia.

But that is a story for another time.

On one side of the street was a small house. It wasn't big, no, but it was cozy. The walls, painted a lively green, were decorated with all kinds of things, from children's drawings to elegant paintings. There was also an old grandfather clock somewhere in there. On the living room, a family sat down on a couch, watching television together.

The house in question was right next to the significantly larger building that famed musical prodigies Ciel and Celes Strider were inhabiting for the time being.

"So what are you cooking, dear?" Celes idly asked Ciel, while lying comfortably on a bean bag and strumming a few chords out of one of her many instruments, an acoustic guitar. She wore a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt sporting an image of Nearly-Soulless Human/Jameson Hybrid.

"Oh, cannolies. It's a Maltese recipe, I'm sure you'll love it." Ciel replied, looking back at Celes and smiling. She had been about to head out of the room, and was clad in a t-shirt with an image of Fae Moon Subplot and a pair of blue shorts. She found shorts to be more comfortable than jeans, after all. In fact, so did Celes, but they'd forgotten to pack more than one pair for some strange reason involving rats and a lot of cameras. No mind need to be paid to this detail. Either way, Celes smiled back and nodded, before going back to her own thing, after which Ciel left the room and closed the door behind her.

It would have been another relatively uneventful night save for the usual nightly rituals of the young couple, had it not been for the fact that, all of the sudden, a hand placed itself on the windowsill. At first Celes barely noticed. Only when she heard strained vocalizations and saw a figure slowly but surely rising up from beyond the window did she stop what she was doing to pay more attention. What she saw was a gorgeous, ample-breasted young woman with fiery red hair and emerald eyes, clad in naught but a pair of pants and the shredded remnants of a cloak which barely sufficed to cover her attributes, bearing the children of rain and dirt on her skin and covered in tiny scars of battle.

In other words, she was staring at a half-naked, muddy, scratched and bruised version of herself. Let us remember at this point that she was a bit of a narcissist.

"Ciel? Did you get the rage again?" Celes asked, putting her guitar aside for the moment.

"Shut up and help me, idiot!" The other demanded. While the voice matched, the woman certainly didn't sound like Celes' sweet lover, but she hurried to the window to help her up nevertheless. She was heavy, though. Incredibly so. It took a lot of effort on both of their parts, but eventually Celes managed to get the other woman through the window.

Well, that's not exactly what happened. What actually happened was that the woman managed to pull free of all that extra weight that was keeping her from climbing up by herself. The result was that, due to the sudden release, Celes wound up on the ground, pinned down by and staring into the face of this half-naked third Ciel. She found herself blushing at the sudden scene.

"Yeah, I'm not into that, you know." The other woman said, before getting off of her and sitting down on the ground. Snapping out of her small trance and also curious about what the hell that had been, Celes rushed to the window just in time to see the last remnants of a hobo horde dispersing into the streets and fading into the night.

"Hobos are dangerous creatures, right?" The other woman said, trying to cover herself better with the shreds of her cloak. Celes turned to her.

"...I guess so. Who are you, anyway?" She asked, sitting down near her.

"I'm Ciel, obviously. Now, which one of the stupid lesbians are you?" The other woman asked nonchalantly.

"The- Hey- What did you call us?" Celes asked indignated, gripping the woman's shoulder as if to be more menacing in order to get her to respect them.

All this earned her was an arm pushed away and a flick to the nose that hit hard enough to draw blood.

"Ow!" Celes whimpered, covering her nose with both hands for a moment before moving them a bit to see how bad it was. Just at that moment, the door opened and in stepped Ciel.

"Hey, Celes, food is read-" She began, but interrupted herself upon seeing the third Ciel in the room, her mind now being assaulted by a mixture of confusion, jealousy and arousal. Mostly confusion, but still. She looked towards Celes, and noticed her nosebleed. Dropping all those feelings rather quickly, she rushed to her side. "Oh, this looks bad. Come here." She said to her, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room, choosing to ignore the oddly similar and attractive stranger for now.

"I'll wait here." The third Ciel called out as they left the room. "Bring food."

Ciel and Celes rushed out of the room to tend to the latter's injury, more out of the former's confusion mixing with her sense of alarm than anything else. Once Ciel had tended to her lover's ailment, though, she had her tell her what exactly had happened in the bedroom. Celes told her everything, naturally.

"...And that's when you came in." Celes stated, before hearing the sound of the shower being turned on. "Is she- Yes, she is. My god, what a bitch." She commented, annoyed. "So what do we do about her, anyway?" She asked. Ciel looked in the bedroom's general direction.

"Well, we could just let her stay. She did get into a fight with a band of hobos. Those are dangerous." Ciel remarked.

"Yes, yes, everyone tells me that. Fine, we'll let her stay." Celes replied. Normally she would kick her out immediately, she had given her a nosebleed after all. But she wasn't willing to argue with her lover over something so petty. That would probably sour their late night activities, in any case.

Eventually, the third Ciel stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom, only to find Ciel and Celes sitting down on the bedroom's floor with a bunch of cannolies on a large plate.

"Hey! That's my Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt!" Celes complained. They liked collecting t-shirts with images of different artists. What can I say?

"And it fits like a glove. Though it's a bit creepy, how it looks like he's licking my tits." Alt-Ciel remarked, before sitting down and grabbing a cannoli. "And anyway it was the first thing I could grab. I wasn't going to step out naked you know? That's barbaric and- By the thousand floating cities of Hell what is this thing and why does it taste so good?!" She asked upon taking her first bite, thus spawning a long-running obsession that would eventually come to wreck Malta's cannoli economy completely.

"...It's a cannoli. It's Maltese." Ciel explained.

"Well it is the shit. I hereby confiscate all of yours." The other explained, outstretching her legs and pulling the plate closer to her with them.

"Alright, so why are you here and how do we get you to leave?" Celes asked aggressively.

"Oh, those Dwarfen assholes ditched me in Egypt and I had to claw my way out of there. Took me a while. After that I've just sort of been wandering. I'm broke, so that doesn't help. If you want me to leave you could offer me some place more interesting. Or money. Money works." The other Ciel asked.

"We could send you on a plane flight to Elfen High if you'd like?" Ciel offered while eating her own cannoli.

"Yes. You would probably fit right in." Celes remarked. She was about to say something about her maybe even becoming the president of a bunch of psychopaths as well, but she bit her tongue and dropped it.

"Can't be as bad as the place where I come from. Can it be a train, though?" The third Ciel asked. She was onto her fourth cannoli already, in the short time this conversation had been going on.

"...Trains can't go overseas." Ciel stated.

"And under?" The other asked.

"...No." Ciel replied.

"Well, that's bullshit. Your world is boring, then." The other Ciel remarked. Back in her universe, there was an intrincate network of underground and undersea railways, and trains could take you from any place in the world to any other. But alas, that world was no more. Coincidentally, the large number of cannolies was no more, as well. "But I'll take it." She added afterwards, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Well, good. You've been extremely rude to us since you arrived, you made my nose bleed and you ate our dinner. The sooner you're out of here, the better." Celes stated terminantly, clearly not willing to put up with this guest's presence any longer.

The other Ciel, however, merely stared at her, blinking a few moments, before shrugging. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably repay all that." She said, and then pondered what exactly she could do, before having an idea. She walked up to Celes and raised her by her shoulders, forcing her to stand up.

"The Queen of Hell herself taught me this one. Remember it well." The third Ciel said, before kissing Celes with no prior warning. And, despite her reluctance to admit it later in her life, it was the best damn kiss she'd ever had up until that moment. The things the third Ciel's tongue did to her made everything else pale in comparison.

The woman then let go of Celes and promptly knocked her out with a well-aimed blow to the head. "She'll wake up soon, don't worry. Thanks for the food." She said, before heading out of the bedroom, taking the time to snatch some cash before leaving to brave the hobo-infested streets of the nocturne city once again.

Ciel, meanwhile, sat next to Celes' unconscious form, watching over her worriedly, not knowing what the hell that had been about. Wasn't the person in charge of Hell her old Hell History teacher, Alastor, anyway? One way or the other, her concern was only broken up minutes later, when Celes finally woke up. Upon seeing this, Ciel let out a sigh of relief.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up!" She said as Celes sat up on the floor, rubbing her head. Ciel immediately threw her arms around her lover.

"Well, I think it's rather cute that you worry so much, you know?" Celes replied, grinning, before kissing her. And Ciel had no problem admitting, it was the best damn kiss she'd ever had. The things that Celes' tongue did to her made everything else pale in comparison. The only difference was, that they had a lot of time ahead of them to enjoy and perfect the technique.

After several moments, they finally pulled away from each other.

"Where'd that bitch go, anyway?" Celes asked. Ciel shrugged.

"I have no idea."

So there we go. I figured I'd make a one-shot featuring my own characters for a change.

I like it. Give me a description and I'll add it to the list.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

It was night time and the streets of...

Yeah, this narrator was never any good at picking cities. Or real world stuffs in general.

Either way, the streets were quiet. Not quiet as in completely silent, but quiet as in the only noise is the occasional car speeding through or maybe the screams of some poor bastard being mauled by a hobo. Hobos were dangerous creatures, more so after the Abrahamic War. The shift in the world's economies had upset a very delicate ecosystem and as such, hobos were showing the true terror of their unseen dominion for the first time in several millenia.

But that is a story for another time.

On one side of the street was a small house. It wasn't big, no, but it was cozy. The walls, painted a lively green, were decorated with all kinds of things, from children's drawings to elegant paintings. There was also an old grandfather clock somewhere in there. On the living room, a family sat down on a couch, watching television together.

The house in question was right next to the significantly larger building that famed musical prodigies Ciel and Celes Strider were inhabiting for the time being.

"So what are you cooking, dear?" Celes idly asked Ciel, while lying comfortably on a bean bag and strumming a few chords out of one of her many instruments, an acoustic guitar. She wore a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt sporting an image of Nearly-Soulless Human/Jameson Hybrid.

"Oh, cannolies. It's a Maltese recipe, I'm sure you'll love it." Ciel replied, looking back at Celes and smiling. She had been about to head out of the room, and was clad in a t-shirt with an image of Fae Moon Subplot and a pair of blue shorts. She found shorts to be more comfortable than jeans, after all. In fact, so did Celes, but they'd forgotten to pack more than one pair for some strange reason involving rats and a lot of cameras. No mind need to be paid to this detail. Either way, Celes smiled back and nodded, before going back to her own thing, after which Ciel left the room and closed the door behind her.

It would have been another relatively uneventful night save for the usual nightly rituals of the young couple, had it not been for the fact that, all of the sudden, a hand placed itself on the windowsill. At first Celes barely noticed. Only when she heard strained vocalizations and saw a figure slowly but surely rising up from beyond the window did she stop what she was doing to pay more attention. What she saw was a gorgeous, ample-breasted young woman with fiery red hair and emerald eyes, clad in naught but a pair of pants and the shredded remnants of a cloak which barely sufficed to cover her attributes, bearing the children of rain and dirt on her skin and covered in tiny scars of battle.

In other words, she was staring at a half-naked, muddy, scratched and bruised version of herself. Let us remember at this point that she was a bit of a narcissist.

"Ciel? Did you get the rage again?" Celes asked, putting her guitar aside for the moment.

"Shut up and help me, idiot!" The other demanded. While the voice matched, the woman certainly didn't sound like Celes' sweet lover, but she hurried to the window to help her up nevertheless. She was heavy, though. Incredibly so. It took a lot of effort on both of their parts, but eventually Celes managed to get the other woman through the window.

Well, that's not exactly what happened. What actually happened was that the woman managed to pull free of all that extra weight that was keeping her from climbing up by herself. The result was that, due to the sudden release, Celes wound up on the ground, pinned down by and staring into the face of this half-naked third Ciel. She found herself blushing at the sudden scene.

"Yeah, I'm not into that, you know." The other woman said, before getting off of her and sitting down on the ground. Snapping out of her small trance and also curious about what the hell that had been, Celes rushed to the window just in time to see the last remnants of a hobo horde dispersing into the streets and fading into the night.

"Hobos are dangerous creatures, right?" The other woman said, trying to cover herself better with the shreds of her cloak. Celes turned to her.

"...I guess so. Who are you, anyway?" She asked, sitting down near her.

"I'm Ciel, obviously. Now, which one of the stupid lesbians are you?" The other woman asked nonchalantly.

"The- Hey- What did you call us?" Celes asked indignated, gripping the woman's shoulder as if to be more menacing in order to get her to respect them.

All this earned her was an arm pushed away and a flick to the nose that hit hard enough to draw blood.

"Ow!" Celes whimpered, covering her nose with both hands for a moment before moving them a bit to see how bad it was. Just at that moment, the door opened and in stepped Ciel.

"Hey, Celes, food is read-" She began, but interrupted herself upon seeing the third Ciel in the room, her mind now being assaulted by a mixture of confusion, jealousy and arousal. Mostly confusion, but still. She looked towards Celes, and noticed her nosebleed. Dropping all those feelings rather quickly, she rushed to her side. "Oh, this looks bad. Come here." She said to her, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room, choosing to ignore the oddly similar and attractive stranger for now.

"I'll wait here." The third Ciel called out as they left the room. "Bring food."

Ciel and Celes rushed out of the room to tend to the latter's injury, more out of the former's confusion mixing with her sense of alarm than anything else. Once Ciel had tended to her lover's ailment, though, she had her tell her what exactly had happened in the bedroom. Celes told her everything, naturally.

"...And that's when you came in." Celes stated, before hearing the sound of the shower being turned on. "Is she- Yes, she is. My god, what a bitch." She commented, annoyed. "So what do we do about her, anyway?" She asked. Ciel looked in the bedroom's general direction.

"Well, we could just let her stay. She did get into a fight with a band of hobos. Those are dangerous." Ciel remarked.

"Yes, yes, everyone tells me that. Fine, we'll let her stay." Celes replied. Normally she would kick her out immediately, she had given her a nosebleed after all. But she wasn't willing to argue with her lover over something so petty. That would probably sour their late night activities, in any case.

Eventually, the third Ciel stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom, only to find Ciel and Celes sitting down on the bedroom's floor with a bunch of cannolies on a large plate.

"Hey! That's my Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt!" Celes complained. They liked collecting t-shirts with images of different artists. What can I say?

"And it fits like a glove. Though it's a bit creepy, how it looks like he's licking my tits." Alt-Ciel remarked, before sitting down and grabbing a cannoli. "And anyway it was the first thing I could grab. I wasn't going to step out naked you know? That's barbaric and- By the thousand floating cities of Hell what is this thing and why does it taste so good?!" She asked upon taking her first bite, thus spawning a long-running obsession that would eventually come to wreck Malta's cannoli economy completely.

"...It's a cannoli. It's Maltese." Ciel explained.

"Well it is the shit. I hereby confiscate all of yours." The other explained, outstretching her legs and pulling the plate closer to her with them.

"Alright, so why are you here and how do we get you to leave?" Celes asked aggressively.

"Oh, those Dwarfen assholes ditched me in Egypt and I had to claw my way out of there. Took me a while. After that I've just sort of been wandering. I'm broke, so that doesn't help. If you want me to leave you could offer me some place more interesting. Or money. Money works." The other Ciel asked.

"We could send you on a plane flight to Elfen High if you'd like?" Ciel offered while eating her own cannoli.

"Yes. You would probably fit right in." Celes remarked. She was about to say something about her maybe even becoming the president of a bunch of psychopaths as well, but she bit her tongue and dropped it.

"Can't be as bad as the place where I come from. Can it be a train, though?" The third Ciel asked. She was onto her fourth cannoli already, in the short time this conversation had been going on.

"...Trains can't go overseas." Ciel stated.

"And under?" The other asked.

"...No." Ciel replied.

"Well, that's bullshit. Your world is boring, then." The other Ciel remarked. Back in her universe, there was an intrincate network of underground and undersea railways, and trains could take you from any place in the world to any other. But alas, that world was no more. Coincidentally, the large number of cannolies was no more, as well. "But I'll take it." She added afterwards, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Well, good. You've been extremely rude to us since you arrived, you made my nose bleed and you ate our dinner. The sooner you're out of here, the better." Celes stated terminantly, clearly not willing to put up with this guest's presence any longer.

The other Ciel, however, merely stared at her, blinking a few moments, before shrugging. "Yeah, you're right. I should probably repay all that." She said, and then pondered what exactly she could do, before having an idea. She walked up to Celes and raised her by her shoulders, forcing her to stand up.

"The Queen of Hell herself taught me this one. Remember it well." The third Ciel said, before kissing Celes with no prior warning. And, despite her reluctance to admit it later in her life, it was the best damn kiss she'd ever had up until that moment. The things the third Ciel's tongue did to her made everything else pale in comparison.

The woman then let go of Celes and promptly knocked her out with a well-aimed blow to the head. "She'll wake up soon, don't worry. Thanks for the food." She said, before heading out of the bedroom, taking the time to snatch some cash before leaving to brave the hobo-infested streets of the nocturne city once again.

Ciel, meanwhile, sat next to Celes' unconscious form, watching over her worriedly, not knowing what the hell that had been about. Wasn't the person in charge of Hell her old Hell History teacher, Alastor, anyway? One way or the other, her concern was only broken up minutes later, when Celes finally woke up. Upon seeing this, Ciel let out a sigh of relief.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up!" She said as Celes sat up on the floor, rubbing her head. Ciel immediately threw her arms around her lover.

"Well, I think it's rather cute that you worry so much, you know?" Celes replied, grinning, before kissing her. And Ciel had no problem admitting, it was the best damn kiss she'd ever had. The things that Celes' tongue did to her made everything else pale in comparison. The only difference was, that they had a lot of time ahead of them to enjoy and perfect the technique.

After several moments, they finally pulled away from each other.

"Where'd that bitch go, anyway?" Celes asked. Ciel shrugged.

"I have no idea."

So there we go. I figured I'd make a one-shot featuring my own characters for a change.

I like it. Give me a description and I'll add it to the list.

The three Ciels meet.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

http://www.ibtimes.com/united-states-ru ... ps-1563255

India, rank 4.

Pakistan, rank 15.

Fuck yeah.

Mexico is 33, South Africa is 41 and Argentina is 55.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

http://www.ibtimes.com/united-states-russia-china-which-countries-have-most-powerful-armies-world-maps-1563255

India, rank 4.

Pakistan, rank 15.

Fuck yeah.

Mexico is 33, South Africa is 41 and Argentina is 55.

Well, hey, 33 out of 105 isn't bad, right?

Also, suck it Liri.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Poor, poor fucking Laotians sit at 102.

[Nationstatelandsville]

http://www.ibtimes.com/united-states-russia-china-which-countries-have-most-powerful-armies-world-maps-1563255

India, rank 4.

Pakistan, rank 15.

Fuck yeah.

Mexico is 33, South Africa is 41 and Argentina is 55.

I choose to believe the Democratic Republic of Congo is sitting on the most powerful military in the known universe.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The fact they don't even show Andorra on the goddamn map makes me realise that Andorra's might cannot be understood by us.

[G-Tech Corporation]

Zimbabwe - Rank 95

I wonder how many PMCs it would take to turn it back in to Rhodesia.

Time to run the figures.