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The Nephilim didn't go to class. Really, what use did the son of Hasmed have for Crafts and Pottery? Instead he was simply walking around campus, familarising himself with where everything was. At least u til he heard someone rambling about calling in some kind of strike force. Walking around the pillar so he could look at the person who had clearly lost it, on the first day no less. Needless to say, the Nephilim was not impressed. [color=7B68EE]"Rough day?"[/color] Zienaknuen asked casually. [color=7B68EE]"Come on, human. Call off whatever strike you ordered. This is bigger than you and your petty racism."[/color] The nephilim ordered. Of course it would be a human to start shooting at the sight of this many supernaturals. Not at all thinking about the nueanced politics of Supernatural Culture. Hell, if the Human really wanted this whole experiment to fail, there were much easier ways of doing it, that were much less overt. Turn the wolves against vamps. Play to the Fae's tendancies towards pranks, and make them a nuisance for everyone. Even demons could be pitted against each other with a little manipulation. However, as it always was, the Humans attacking everyone first. Well, maybe one good thing could come from this, it could unite the Supernatural world against the humans. Ending a mellenia old war. 

Zee dropped his bag on the floor. [color=7B68EE]"So, how is this gonna go? You calm down, and tell your little friends to stop the attack, and let the Church handel this. Or, I pummel you into the sidewalk until you can't stand. I would very muich prefer the first one, as violence is unbecoming. Have faith in the church to do what is right. Hell, get your superours to call the Vatican. They want this experiment to work. End eons of war. Don't stand in the way of greater good, because you can't see past race."[/color]