~Tenshi Jigoku Academy 4~

[Kagamine]

"No, it is not wrong, I have already considered it, but here's our choices," Alyx started not even bothering to slow down

"1 we can 'try' to break through these stone walls which if it even succeeded would most likely cause a cave in or just more rock seeing as we are underground, 2 we can head in another direction and wander around aimlessly hoping to find a way out.
Or 3 head towards the noise before it stops, and possibly find students or an exit, even if it's bad, it's the best chance we've got....."

Moon sighed irritably, going along with Alyx's plan. "You're right. We really have no other option besides wandering around and likely starving to death." he commented bitterly, quite aggravated by the situation at hand. "Might as well see what it is...."

Leru turned back to face her and answerd the question "Leru sounded confused for a moment then rememberd something as he decides to tell the girl infront of him, Someone tripped leru's fire switch that leru recently installed into the school to avoid anymore burning of the hallways. Don't mind it leru set it to turn off in 15 more minutes. Now leru understands you know quite well of these eradicators. Please lead leru to the closest one" leru switched to his female form to show the displeasure through her face of what was going on.

Niniane nodded. "Can do. Follow me." she replied monotonously, turning around and leading Leru through the halls towards the nearest Eradictator she could sense. Speaking of Eradictators, though, the thought of just what they were and why they were here did worry her somewhat. What sort of threat would they pose to the school's inhabitants? What would their arrival mean for her? For once she was genuinely curious about something instead of just knowing everything already. At any rate, it did not take the two of them long before they found who they were looking for. "There." Niniane spoke as she pointed at it.

Once Locke had pocketed a small armory into his trenchcoat (though you wouldn't know it when he had it buttoned up), the fox boy walked over the small mess of weapons that remained on the ground and zipped over to the door. Putting a hasty hand on the door knob, he turned back to shoot Orion a look of utmost seriousness. "Well hurry up and pick a weapon or two. Your powers aren't going to do you much good against these people; they're immune to most magic and supernatural forces. And I'm going to need you to watch my back."

"Tch." Orion replied in irritation as he crouched down and sifted through the pile of weapons in front of him. Whatever the hell that was going on to cause the perfect girl he met the night before to do a 180 in personality and apparent gender, get him ordered around and apparently thrust him into combat was really grinding his nerves. He scanned the pile of weapons somewhat anxiously, not wanting to stall but considering his inexperience with weaponry of any kind he really didn't have the slightest clue how to even use most of the weapons in front of him. He eventually picked a nice-looking switchblade out of the pile, assuming he could do some damage with it but still not really knowing how to use it effectively. "Are you sure I can't just use my claws and teeth? I know jack shit about human weapons." he retorted. "What the hell are we even fighting, anyway?"

Natalie sits on her bed and stares blankly towards Halley. She isn't sure what else would be appropriate to say. She rests her hands on her knees and starts to sink into her thoughts.
It takes her a few moments to realize that the atmosphere became awkward. She wasn't entirely sure why it is she brought this human into the Aether world in the first place.
The scanner told Natalie everything she needed to know about Halley, mainly being a scan of her blood for corruption and her soul for any detectable inhabitants that so happened to chose to hide there.
Natalie pulls out a small drink for herself. She pops it open gently and intakes the entire can in one swig. "Uhm..." She tries to break the silence. "Is there anything you'd like to see in the Aether?... or would you rather just go back to the academy?"

"Well... I dunno... What else can you see in an Aether?" Halley asked. Considering how little the two of them had done since they entered, and the awkward silence that quickly set in... the silver couldn't help but wonder why she was even brought to the "Aether" in the first place.

Given the clearly apparent urgency of the letter Jelani discovered, the substitute teaching magician concluded that it was absolutely imperative that it make it to Sin as soon as possible!!! However, upon further consideration, Jelani deduced that with the current state of school wide pandemonium and havoc, Sin would most likely be far too busy attending to other important matters to even read the letter, let alone act upon it. While Jelani stood there deliberating to himself, the eradicator he had dropped into the room with Jesse had gotten back up on his feet and was now activating his armor for combat. Jelani was not a fan of violence. In his younger years, he did get into a scap or two in the street not to mention quite a few duels in the classroom... And there was that whole wizard war thing... And the time he got trapped on the shadow side... And the time... OKAY! Jelani was quite accustomed to violence, and has lived his life bloody battle after bloody battle every since he could remember! ...However, there was something different about the way these eradicator's conducted their violence that really pissed the Magician off!!!! Jelani had no tolerance for such despicable rampaging brutes. When The Eradicator came charging at him mid deliberation, Jelani simply side stepped out of the way and tripped the eradicator into falling down head first strait into another shadow portal. The eradicator came out of a different shadow portal on the other side of the school, located at the very top of Tenshi Jigoku Academy's larges flight of consecutive staircases. After tumbling and crunching down every single stair the eradicator fell into another portal at the very bottom that simply teleported him back to the top of the staircase to fall some more. By the time the poor eradicator had fallen all the way down ten whole times and then fallen back into the room from before again, Jelani had finished deliberating; and the despicable brute was dead and mangled inside his fancy armor. Jelani decided that he would take care of things for Sin himself...

Jelani needed to take a quick look at the contents of the envelope, so he found his own way around breaking the seal; he pulled out a deck of playing cards, shuffled it up, had one of the students cut, then picked out a random card from the center of the deck[the four of diamonds]. Jelani showed the card around but didn't look at it himself, had Jesse write her name on it, then placed it in the breast pocket of his own shirt. The substitute teaching magician then reshuffled the rest of the deck, had specifically Jesse cut this time, then stuck the envelope in the center of the deck and started to slowly pull it out the other side. The Eradicator suddenly falls from the ceiling and makes a loud crashing sound behind everyone, the startled magician loses his grip on the deck and all the cards and the envelope go flying out of Jelani's hands. In the blink of an eye, the envelope changes and is flying around like a bird again; it flies in circles pecking, tapping, and adjusting the positions of the falling cards so that they are just right so that the cards make a perfect card pyramid as they land on the ground one by one. The white bird circles over Jesse's head a few times as the cards fall, and then transforms back into an envelope and lands on the very tip of the card pyramid, without collapsing it. Jelani then carefully grabs the envelope from the top, holds it up to the light revealing that the only thing inside it now is a single playing card distinctively recognizable as the four of diamonds with Jesse's name on it. Jelani then reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt again, pulls out the letter that was inside the envelope, shows both around, then removes the tophat again that he wasn't wearing before, to take a bow, and all the cards in the pyramid starting from the top, turn into small colorful birds that fly up into Jelani's open hat and vanish along with it once he puts it back on his head after bowing. The magician then takes a momentary break from showing off to read over the letter...

Jelani then walked over to the other side of the room and drew a large square on an old chalkboard. The magician ran his hand over the chalk shape he had drawn and detailed live visuals of rooms and hallways all over the school showed up on the board. It only took a moment for Jelani to locate The God of Destiny's Javelin that was mentioned in the letter, however it was quite a distance from the room they were currently in, and all the hallways surrounding this room were absolutely infested with eradicators, and powerful ones too! There was only one single pathway from the room to the spot on the third floor where the Javelin was that was completely safe, unguarded and free of eradicators, and it had something on it that was a thousand times worse... Vincent fucking LEMONS!!!! Jelani with much reluctance decided that he would honestly rather needlessly put student's lives in even greater jeopardy then they already were in with all the eradicators running rampant, and take them through The Shadow Side with him; rather then risking the smallest possibly of running into that freak. Jelani ran his hand over the board again and the visuals faded away. “Okay everybody, I need to go take care of something important... You should all be safe waiting it out in here without me so long as you stay in this room... If you don't feel safe in the room, or don't think you can stay in here for a while, your welcome to come along with me... But know, that if you do, it will be an extremely dangerous field-trip... I'll stop back to check on you guys as soon as I'm able... If there's any trouble and your attacked, either start arbitrarily destroying school property or call out the name “Fephie” as loud as you can into the shadows... Either way someone powerful will show up... Though if you pick the first one make sure not to say anything negative about dolls!!!!” Jelani explained to the students as he retrieved a glowing purple, black gothic looking key and turned in the door. The magician paused with one hand on the now ominously glowing door knob and looked back to see if anyone would be coming along with him...

Jesse let out a loud gasp at the thought of Jelani leaving her alone- the magician was just so entertaining that she'd never want to be left in the boredom. Plus, what reason was there for her not to leave? "Nooooooooo don't leave, magic man!" Jesse cried, running after him. "At least let me come with you!"

[Flames]

"Well... I dunno... What else can you see in an Aether?" Halley asked. Considering how little the two of them had done since they entered, and the awkward silence that quickly set in... the silver couldn't help but wonder why she was even brought to the "Aether" in the first place.

"A world unlike your own." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "I think it may be better if you not do so for now. You are new to the supernatural. It's better if you spend some time in the academy firstly."
Natalie bows her head. "I apologize for my ambiguous actions. I'd hoped to achieve a criteria, which my seeress had assigned me, off the bat, but I now understand that the intricacies of social can't be unraveled in a short time. I'll stop this folly and return you to the academy now. I hope you will come visit me again. Perhaps you are better versed in social interaction than I. I'd like if you could impart some wisdom on me in these matters."
She bows her body slightly.

[OokamiAlyx]

Moon sighed irritably, going along with Alyx's plan. "You're right. We really have no other option besides wandering around and likely starving to death." he commented bitterly, quite aggravated by the situation at hand. "Might as well see what it is...."

Walking along ignoring his companions fowl mood, he proceeded to stay calm and unconcerned, as he had faith that his luck would lead them to an exit or better, but still he was a little cautious ready to draw his blade at any moment.

(I am waiting for someone else to interact now, as im not sure what else to say.)

[Goldilocks]

"Filthy dead.....what????" Jason was clearly offended, as his annoyed expression clearly showed. While he had had the greatest of respect for Alfred, moreso than anybody is this nuthouse, he was extremely disappointed to find that Alfred was just as idiotic and barbaric as the rest of them. Nor was he impressed when Alfred started pounding at the enemy's armor, wrecking his own fists in the foolish process. "And here I thought I might have actually found somebody who wasn't a complete maniac...." He sighed heavily. He shifted Tewi onto his back so both his arms would be free; obviously Alfred wasn't thinking clearly so he would have to fight off as many of these emerald-clad assassins as he could. Evidently their armor was made from some impossibly strong material, so going in punching and kicking wildly wasn't going to do any good, as the anti-vampiric slayer had been so willing to demonstrate. "I think they can see you, so don't let go of me, ok?" He quietly instructed Tewi, getting in a fighting stance. The first minion charged at him, and he narrowly dodged, being careful to keep Tewi out of the way. Another came lunging at Jason, his suit's attack features activated. Jason dodged his advances and grabbed his leg. With a grunt, Jason yanked the assassin off his feet, spun around and after gaining a bit of momentum released him, sending him crashing into the first. Both men were cursing at the zombie as they struggled to get back up, and while Jason prepared for another round of attacks the sprinklers suddenly came on. "....this school actually has safety precautions???" Jason thought aloud, staring up at the ceiling. The minion was just a foot away from him when Jason realized he had dropped his guard, and he instinctively countered the incoming attack by side-stepping the assassin's punch and sending a roundhouse kick to her side. The girl grunted in pain, her now-malfunctioning armor cracking upon impact. Jason was clearly surprised, as he had expected his leg to break the moment he slammed it into the armor. "Oh shit, that worked!" Jason exclaimed happily, before kicking at the assassin again, sending her staggering back a few feet. He smirked, now more confident in his ability to defend himself. He hoped that hadn't been a fluke, but with Tewi to protect and so many minions surrounding them he didn't have much time to think of a safer alternative. "Alfred, are you ok?" He asked, careful not to take his eyes off the oncoming assassins.

Alfred turned to Jason with a rather disturbed look upon his face. "I'm just blimey peachy you grotty undead wanker..." the distraught slayer sarcastically replied. Little by little the bones in Alfred's hands began popping back into position and fixing themselves independently of the slayer's will, until his fists were once again ready to be shattered some more on eradicator armor. A fire alarm could be heard sounding in the distance followed by a chorus of several more alarms all over the place, deafening and disorientatingly loud to someone with inhumanly sharp hearing like Alfred and many of the other races of students. Alfred fell to his knees holding his ears and yelling out in anguish as water from the sprinklers fell down. The water soaked his hair and clothes and became red and cloudy as it trickled off of his bloody battered hands and dripped down his chest and back. The Gladius Divus, already barreling through the hallway toward Alfred with tremendous velocity, picked up on his distress and started spinning and slashing through every fire alarm in it's path over to quiet things down. Alfred slowly lowered his hands and stood up. The Slayer was silent, zen almost; wet bangs draped over hypnotic red eyes that pierced the soul. Alfred would now deliver onto these brutes in veridian chamber pots their final penance. The determined slayer plucked the speeding broadsword out of the air by it's handle. The slayer dawned special protective gloves from his coat pocket out of necessity, for to wield the sword in his current state would surely sizzle the flesh off his fingers quicker then it could possibly be regenerated by any variety of vampiric healing magic, outer-worldly or otherwise. The crowd of eradicators around Jason, Alfred and certain other unseen parties were rather preoccupied by the sprinklers, many of them never even saw the legendary slaying sword coming at them. How very honored they would have felt to be beheaded with the signature weapon of their cult messiah; The Gladius Divus. The eradicator swine were cut down one by one in a crimson onslaught that would have made a godly man vomit and take his life, had his mortal indeed been well adapt enough to track such high speed slaughter. When it was finished over a dozen eradicator minions laid brutally slain at Jason's feet; sunken in puddles that were more blood then water at this point. Alfred just stood there, staring at Jason quietly, as he debated telepathically with his slaying sword whether or not to simply add one more monster corpse to the pile...

[Zelpheon]

Noah sighed. "There's too much going on in my head. I don't know whether to be angry with or love this 'Belphegor' person that keeps drifting through my mind. I feel equal amounts of hate and adoration for her... and it feels very strange."

"Oh? If you don't mind me asking, what happened between you and this... uh... 'Belphegor' person?" Lucina asked, figuring that it would be alright for her to, though maybe it wasn't such a good idea seeing how Noah seemed to be quite down and confused about it all, unfortunately.

Alma's eyes barely opened to a squint as she gazed sleepily at Shinryu. "Ima Ghoul. Weh sleep en clossets and udder beds an' in drers an' stuff...like we're monsers unda teh bed an' shit." She mumbled, letting out a big yawn before continuing. "An' ef ah wa'nt in here, how da hell wud I be abble to hijack yer dreams?" She closed her eyes and shifted onto her back, drifting back into her sleep.

Shinryu wasn't sure what to think, this strange girl... though if she said was true, then would she really be hijacking his dreams, or... what, exactly. Nonetheless, he wasn't too comfortable now, but she seemed... friendly enough, he guessed. He also... had a weird feeling that something was inside of his closet, watching him from the darkness of it, causing his heart to beat a little faster in a slight fear of what may be in there, strangely. Against his better judgment, he rolled over onto his side, facing away from this closet, and decided not to bother the strange girl or see if there was anything else in his room, for now.

Tin stared for a moment, processing just what it was she was seeing. "My scanners are unable to identify this creature. Threat level has been raised to... A." she noted, her arms slowly morphing, bending and reshaping into a small cannon and a beam sword, respectively. "Switching to battle mode. Awaiting hostile response."

The thing released another shrill laugh and stumbled forward, running hastily at Fuyoko, letting it's large clawed hands dangling behind it, it's tail slithered across the floor feet behind it. It wasn't much faster than the average human woman, though it didn't make the thing any less terrifying. It's eyes widened even more as it eyed the terrified girl, paying little mind to the robot.

All the while Xerxes still hadn't been disturbed from his sleep. He let out a quick snort and then was back to quietly dreaming.

"Hostile response confirmed. Opening fire." Tin said, the cannon that was her arm beginning to fire off shots made up of a sort of bluish plasma; a material native to her place of origin.

The monster's body bent at an unnatural angle as it dodged again and again the plasma being fired at it. It continued to inch forward, while the shots that Tin fired managed to slow it down, none of the shots collided, leaving the abomination unscathed. Dodging the bluish projectiles one after another the thing inched forward, it's eyes dead set on Fuyoko as it's unnaturally flexible body bent, twisted and weaved through the oncoming projectiles.

Fuyoko was terrified at this situation, and seeing that Xerxes wasn't waking up and that the robot wasn't able to stop it, she was freaking out even more, as she quickly created a huge rocket launcher like gun, though when she fired it towards the strange monster, it shot out a giant net that would wrap itself around it's target, should it hit. Even if this thing was trying to kill her, she didn't know if she had the heart to kill it, if she even could.

[Goldilocks]

When the sprinklers and and alarms starting going off in the hallway the very first thing Ignatius did was take aim and shoot. He fired several shots from each one of his two guns the moment the first fiendish sound wave from the fire alarms offended his ear drums. The eradicator desperado's explosive rounds decimated each and every alarm system in the half stretch of hallway that he and his sister were currently stationed in. Ignatius could have easily stopped right there, but no, he also took out all the alarms on the half stretch of hall that Ludwig, Romano and Cree were standing in. The rounds Ignatius fired form his other gun were higher and strait center; he just barely nicked the bottom right most corner of each of the fire sprinklers. The tremendous propulsion and raw piercing power of the shots Ignatius fired was enough to twist the sturdy metal sprinkler heads all the way around twice, a full 720 degrees, and completely halt the flow of water coming out; even though the bullets themselves made incredibly minimal contact. Had Ignatius been shooting for direct contact, the sprinkler heads would have simply broken off and the waterworks would have simply resumed and rained down more heavily; and that was the opposite of what he wanted. With the excessive quantity of explosive rounds Ignatius had already fired just dealing with the alarms, he would have to be careful not to deplete his remaining ammunition as frivolously. Although he was currently traveling with an absolutely absurd amount of ammunition on him, the desperado would have to carefully ration it, for this surely would not be his only gunfight today and he'd really rather not resort to using his third gun before it was absolutely necessary. Ignatius would have to use his bulkier heavy weapon very sparingly for this shoot out, he didn't really mind though, as such a firearm is blatantly unfitting of this here hoedown. Ignatius could have easily blasted all his enemies to kingdom come with all of those shots instead of merely raining a hell of speeding bullets and tactical explosions down on the fire safety equipment. After he had committed the act when everybody was giving him puzzled "What The Fuck???" glares he simply tipped his hat down, smiled and said. “I aint know 'bout you gunslingin skoo boys, but a trigger tussle wherein all yer' sweat duds gets all soaked up lousy wif wader, an' you aint even able to be hearin the snazzy one linenas thee udder fellas be sayin to you, when they's be tryin to gun yer' ass up fulla bullets, aint nuddin Ise want a part' ah! If'in we's be doin this, we's best be doin this right!”

"W00t!" Ludwig declared, disappearing for a moment before returning with 2 cowboy hats, ponchos, and red bandanas. He (somehow) plopped the cowbow outfit on Romano, put on his own, and began firing wildly and rapidly at Ignatius with his newly found revolver. The recoil ended up sending his arm across the hallway after tearing it from his socket and misfiring several times. "Again; this shit's rad!" he declared, popping his arm back onto his body. "Hey, hey! Cowboy motherfucker! Screw you!" He fired two consecutive bullets at the incapacitated Ophelia before sticking uo his middle finger at Ignatius and yelling a few choice swears about his family, friends, and 'size'...

Oh, and the words were in Spanish with a Southern accent.

Ophelia, still thoroughly incapacitated and honorifically injured, was still slightly conscious somehow, and in her sleep, began instinctively inching away slowly from her embarrassing, lame ass, hik brother and his desperado shenanigans; subconsciously trying to distance herself from him as much as possible, even though he was the man her life was currently depending on. [Who could blame her?]

Ignatius immediately recognized Ludwig's firearm as a legendary Death Reaver Pistol when he started firing it off, though fortunately whatever he was, Ludwig definitely wasn't no Death Reaver, and he aint seem to be very good with the gun neither. Whatever he was Ludwig musta had some kind of endurance to still be kickin after so many misfires, though Ignatius doubted very much that a cowpoke of his race, whatever it may be, could be any worse then crossin paths with an actual Death Reaver... It's not like he was playin pistols with some sorta GOD man or sumthin... Probably nothin but some bitch boy with a hard bod and a potty mouth. The lucky shot pretty boy over there with the jesus pistol might be a problem... That is... If he wasn't too busy tryin to mac on little girls over there to actually flex his trigger finger. Ignatius was growing less and less exited about the gun fight the more he analyzed Ludwig and Romano, he was hoping for a real hoedown against some real skilled marksmen... not just some easy-bullseye chumps. And then suddenly!!!! The guy with the DeathReP actually starting getting shots off!!! Maybe the desperado was to hasty in his chicken counting after all... Ignatius quickly leaped into action and batted the incoming bullet away from his sister with his giant firearm and then tucked it away on his back in a speedy slight of hand. Though these guys may indeed be more formidable then Ignatius had started to think they were, we wouldn't need his heavy weapon to best them, and sure as hell not his last resort. Killing these too wouldn't be anything to boast about back home the desperado thought to himself... But then again what sort of quickdraw would Ignatius be if he spent all day thinking to things to himself... That bastard just told you to go screw yourself, shot at your sister and insulted your family name!!! Even if your family does suck ass, fuck thinking thoughts it's time for bullets!!!!! Ignatius pointed his peace maker at the two poncho toting marauders and fired off eleven shots, one after another, at such inhuman speed that the separate bangs merged together and all just sounded like one; no one could even see him pull the trigger more then once or twice even with super eyes. The shots all flew in at different directions and altitudes initially, far away from one another, and then they all moved around in mid air and converged around a single location on the other side of the hallway, Ludwig's chest, except one single bullet that branched off and zoomed strait at Romano's forehead.

[Tatoba]

Alfred turned to Jason with a rather disturbed look upon his face. "I'm just blimey peachy you grotty undead wanker..." the distraught slayer sarcastically replied. Little by little the bones in Alfred's hands began popping back into position and fixing themselves independently of the slayer's will, until his fists were once again ready to be shattered some more on eradicator armor. A fire alarm could be heard sounding in the distance followed by a chorus of several more alarms all over the place, deafening and disorientatingly loud to someone with inhumanly sharp hearing like Alfred and many of the other races of students. Alfred fell to his knees holding his ears and yelling out in anguish as water from the sprinklers fell down. The water soaked his hair and clothes and became red and cloudy as it trickled off of his bloody battered hands and dripped down his chest and back. The Gladius Divus, already barreling through the hallway toward Alfred with tremendous velocity, picked up on his distress and started spinning and slashing through every fire alarm in it's path over to quiet things down. Alfred slowly lowered his hands and stood up. The Slayer was silent, zen almost; wet bangs draped over hypnotic red eyes that pierced the soul. Alfred would now deliver onto these brutes in veridian chamber pots their final penance. The determined slayer plucked the speeding broadsword out of the air by it's handle. The slayer dawned special protective gloves from his coat pocket out of necessity, for to wield the sword in his current state would surely sizzle the flesh off his fingers quicker then it could possibly be regenerated by any variety of vampiric healing magic, outer-worldly or otherwise. The crowd of eradicators around Jason, Alfred and certain other unseen parties were rather preoccupied by the sprinklers, many of them never even saw the legendary slaying sword coming at them. How very honored they would have felt to be beheaded with the signature weapon of their cult messiah; The Gladius Divus. The eradicator swine were cut down one by one in a crimson onslaught that would have made a godly man vomit and take his life, had his mortal indeed been well adapt enough to track such high speed slaughter. When it was finished over a dozen eradicator minions laid brutally slain at Jason's feet; sunken in puddles that were more blood then water at this point. Alfred just stood there, staring at Jason quietly, as he debated telepathically with his slaying sword whether or not to simply add one more monster corpse to the pile...

Ryo had managed to catch up the flying blade just in time to see it reunite with its true owner. He couldn't stand there, watching the massacre as he held Chester under his arm, "Whoa... that's one deadly guy..." Ryo said quietly. He soon noticed there that sword's owner wasn't the only one there and waited a few seconds before going up to the two, "Hey there!" Ryo said in a friendly manner as the mask and visor on his helmet opened up to reveal his face, his skin having turned a bright, neon yellow from his fusion with his Nexoid pal, "You two alright?"

[OverlordRoo]

Alfred turned to Jason with a rather disturbed look upon his face. "I'm just blimey peachy you grotty undead wanker..." the distraught slayer sarcastically replied. Little by little the bones in Alfred's hands began popping back into position and fixing themselves independently of the slayer's will, until his fists were once again ready to be shattered some more on eradicator armor. A fire alarm could be heard sounding in the distance followed by a chorus of several more alarms all over the place, deafening and disorientatingly loud to someone with inhumanly sharp hearing like Alfred and many of the other races of students. Alfred fell to his knees holding his ears and yelling out in anguish as water from the sprinklers fell down. The water soaked his hair and clothes and became red and cloudy as it trickled off of his bloody battered hands and dripped down his chest and back. The Gladius Divus, already barreling through the hallway toward Alfred with tremendous velocity, picked up on his distress and started spinning and slashing through every fire alarm in it's path over to quiet things down. Alfred slowly lowered his hands and stood up. The Slayer was silent, zen almost; wet bangs draped over hypnotic red eyes that pierced the soul. Alfred would now deliver onto these brutes in veridian chamber pots their final penance. The determined slayer plucked the speeding broadsword out of the air by it's handle. The slayer dawned special protective gloves from his coat pocket out of necessity, for to wield the sword in his current state would surely sizzle the flesh off his fingers quicker then it could possibly be regenerated by any variety of vampiric healing magic, outer-worldly or otherwise. The crowd of eradicators around Jason, Alfred and certain other unseen parties were rather preoccupied by the sprinklers, many of them never even saw the legendary slaying sword coming at them. How very honored they would have felt to be beheaded with the signature weapon of their cult messiah; The Gladius Divus. The eradicator swine were cut down one by one in a crimson onslaught that would have made a godly man vomit and take his life, had his mortal indeed been well adapt enough to track such high speed slaughter. When it was finished over a dozen eradicator minions laid brutally slain at Jason's feet; sunken in puddles that were more blood then water at this point. Alfred just stood there, staring at Jason quietly, as he debated telepathically with his slaying sword whether or not to simply add one more monster corpse to the pile...

The slayer's snide remark only further aggravated Jason, as he continued to try and hold his own against the oncoming forces. It was already a major pain in the ass to keep these fuckers at bay with an invisible injured girl on his back, so being cursed out by some bitchy limey wasn't exactly making this whole thing easier. And as much as he would've loved to snap right back at the dickhole, he had to focus on the minions coming at him. One wrong move could put the girl in danger, or end up losing him a limb. Never the less, Jason continued to throw punches. The assassins were well trained in combat, but Jason had amazing strength that surpassed all of his foes, though he had to be careful not to exert himself too hard, lest his arms fall off. As much as an advantage he had, he highly doubted he could continue defending himself and his passenger without arms. He was doing a good enough job fending off the incoming assailants, though he didn't bother to kill any of his attackers. Incapacitating them was enough, he thought, especially considering what would likely happen to them once Tenshi Jigoku's higher ups got their hands on them.

Then suddenly the hall was drenched in red. The sounds of slaughter left Jason in shock, staring in disbelief as the entire crowd was slain brutally before his eyes. Despite his current condition and his enrollment at the Academy, Jason had never actually witnessed a massacre before. Sure, a freshly killed corpse was nothing terribly unusual back at home, what with his adopted father running his own shady criminal business back at the cemetery, but for so many to be sliced through so quickly....so easily. The whole scene left Jason paralyzed, until none were left standing except he and the crimson coated slayer. "Holy shit..." Jason uttered under his breath, taking the gruesome scene before him in. He was completely frozen on the spot, too terrified and dumbfounded to move. Eventually scanning over the carnage led him to lock eyes with Alfred. If he still had a functioning heart it would've skipped a beat. The cold, murderous look reflected in the slayer's eyes was not one unfamiliar to Jason, and he instinctively took a step back, distancing himself from the killer. He knew he couldn't hold his own against Alfred. It wouldn't take long at all for Jason to be cut into pieces. And he was none too sure Alfred would show the girl on his back any mercy. Though Jason was scared witless, he kept his focus on Alfred. The moment he was given the opportunity, he would run.

Ryo had managed to catch up the flying blade just in time to see it reunite with its true owner. He couldn't stand there, watching the massacre as he held Chester under his arm, "Whoa... that's one deadly guy..." Ryo said quietly. He soon noticed there that sword's owner wasn't the only one there and waited a few seconds before going up to the two, "Hey there!" Ryo said in a friendly manner as the mask and visor on his helmet opened up to reveal his face, his skin having turned a bright, neon yellow from his fusion with his Nexoid pal, "You two alright?"

It took Chester a moment to get a good look at who was involved in the gorey mess before him, but as soon as he caught sight of Alfred he started mewing excitedly. When the bloody chaos had finally subsided, Chester shouted out to his "friend", though his typical emotionless tone did not match his elated expression. "Alfred!" He called out, just before disappearing from Ryu's arms and reappearing on Alfred's head. Naturally, Chester was oblivious to the levity of the recent massacre, knowing little of the significance of death.

"What the fuck?" Jason muttered. He probably shouldn't have been so surprised by the unexplained appearance of a talking cat, but it wasn't exactly the first thing he had been expecting.

"Tch." Orion replied in irritation as he crouched down and sifted through the pile of weapons in front of him. Whatever the hell that was going on to cause the perfect girl he met the night before to do a 180 in personality and apparent gender, get him ordered around and apparently thrust him into combat was really grinding his nerves. He scanned the pile of weapons somewhat anxiously, not wanting to stall but considering his inexperience with weaponry of any kind he really didn't have the slightest clue how to even use most of the weapons in front of him. He eventually picked a nice-looking switchblade out of the pile, assuming he could do some damage with it but still not really knowing how to use it effectively. "Are you sure I can't just use my claws and teeth? I know jack shit about human weapons." he retorted. "What the hell are we even fighting, anyway?"

"From what I've gathered the enemy is a cult of assassins who are out there killing off any non-human they can get their hands on." Locke answered, his tone reflective of his growing irritation. He was itching to dash out of the room and maul as many of these self-righteous fuckers down as he could. None of them would leave Tenshi Jigoku alive and unharmed...he would make certain of that.

"Usually I'd tell you to stay behind while I go kill some bitches, but considering how much more trouble we'd be in if they got any of that silver blood..." He trailed off, getting more infuriated just thinking about the possibility. "Besides, they've surrounded the school in some sort of flames that prevent anyone from getting out. I doubt even your teleporting will do you much good. Just try to keep up with me. If all goes well you won't have to lift a finger."

With that, Locke swung open his door and sped into the halls. Before he could even survey the area for incoming assassins, Locke was drenched by the sprinklers. "RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" He roared, infuriated that not only did he have to deal with a hoard of slayers running amuck in his school, but his hair was totally going to be ruined by all these fucking sprinklers. "SINCE WHEN DO WE EVEN HAVE A FUCKING FIRE ALARM?? FUCK!!!" Locke raged, and headed down the hall, paying no mind to the numerous Eradicator corpses scattered about the hall.

Shinryu wasn't sure what to think, this strange girl... though if she said was true, then would she really be hijacking his dreams, or... what, exactly. Nonetheless, he wasn't too comfortable now, but she seemed... friendly enough, he guessed. He also... had a weird feeling that something was inside of his closet, watching him from the darkness of it, causing his heart to beat a little faster in a slight fear of what may be in there, strangely. Against his better judgment, he rolled over onto his side, facing away from this closet, and decided not to bother the strange girl or see if there was anything else in his room, for now.

Alma dozed off again, but she was only able to get ten minutes of sleep before a loud banging sound disturbed her. She growled, ignoring the continuous banging coming from the doorway, until it was followed by a loud crash. She crawled towards the side of the bed, poking her head out to see what all the commotion was. A trio of men in emerald armor had broken down the door and stormed into the room. Alma's look of confusion suddenly turned to shock as she recognized the warriors. But before she could hide or scream or react at all, for that matter, one of the assassins lunged forward and kicked Alma in the head. There was a deafening crack as her neck broke and Alma fell still, her red eyes wide and lifeless.

[Flames]

The slayer's snide remark only further aggravated Jason, as he continued to try and hold his own against the oncoming forces. It was already a major pain in the ass to keep these fuckers at bay with an invisible injured girl on his back, so being cursed out by some bitchy limey wasn't exactly making this whole thing easier. And as much as he would've loved to snap right back at the dickhole, he had to focus on the minions coming at him. One wrong move could put the girl in danger, or end up losing him a limb. Never the less, Jason continued to throw punches. The assassins were well trained in combat, but Jason had amazing strength that surpassed all of his foes, though he had to be careful not to exert himself too hard, lest his arms fall off. As much as an advantage he had, he highly doubted he could continue defending himself and his passenger without arms. He was doing a good enough job fending off the incoming assailants, though he didn't bother to kill any of his attackers. Incapacitating them was enough, he thought, especially considering what would likely happen to them once Tenshi Jigoku's higher ups got their hands on them.

Then suddenly the hall was drenched in red. The sounds of slaughter left Jason in shock, staring in disbelief as the entire crowd was slain brutally before his eyes. Despite his current condition and his enrollment at the Academy, Jason had never actually witnessed a massacre before. Sure, a freshly killed corpse was nothing terribly unusual back at home, what with his adopted father running his own shady criminal business back at the cemetery, but for so many to be sliced through so quickly....so easily. The whole scene left Jason paralyzed, until none were left standing except he and the crimson coated slayer. "Holy shit..." Jason uttered under his breath, taking the gruesome scene before him in. He was completely frozen on the spot, too terrified and dumbfounded to move. Eventually scanning over the carnage led him to lock eyes with Alfred. If he still had a functioning heart it would've skipped a beat. The cold, murderous look reflected in the slayer's eyes was not one unfamiliar to Jason, and he instinctively took a step back, distancing himself from the killer. He knew he couldn't hold his own against Alfred. It wouldn't take long at all for Jason to be cut into pieces. And he was none too sure Alfred would show the girl on his back any mercy. Though Jason was scared witless, he kept his focus on Alfred. The moment he was given the opportunity, he would run.

After the entire spectacle with all the Eradicators in the hallway being ironically eradicated, Tewi reappears from her faded existentialism. She looks about, examining the bodies and the two standing before her. She isn't certain what to make of the situation, but she could understand that it is tense between the two, to say the least, what with the seemingly readied stances both had taken. At that moment, she recalls a demoralizing fact. If she were to come into contact with any large amount of blood, her demon power would trigger some horrible advent, summoning or explosion, depending on the amount of blood present. She extends her wings, inspecting them. They are tattered and torn in places but still usable. She looks to the zombie and the slayer, contemplating whether it would be wise to explain who she is and what might happen or make a dash-glide for the exit.

[DarkGrey]

"Does anyone actually know what that motherfucker is sa-" Ludwig started before getting cut off by a storm of bullets tearing through his body. His guts, blood, and various other bodily parts were now all over the ground, Cree and Romano, with some of the parts flying at Ignatius and Ophelia. Meanwhile the Death Reaver Pistol came spinning through the air towards Ophelia... before getting caught (or whatever you call being surrounded by with two fingers that seemed to look like an invisible hand was causing them to grasp the gun) by two of Ludwig's severed fingers, connected by one of the intact webs between the fingers.