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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 28 2009, 12:55 PM Post #1 |
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Silently the young eagle girl stood on top of a small hill, her eyes closed and arms spread to feel the wind blow against her entire body, as if it would carry her away if it had been a bit stronger. It was such a memorable feeling, like how she used to soar across the sky, her hands playfully trying to grasps the clouds the flew by and her toes trying to create a wave over the surface of the rivers below her. Truly she would have believed someone if they said her place was in the sky rather than on the ground, yet she shared equal beautiful memories on that ground. Standing on top of the hill, a basket filled with laundry and some smuggled candy the girl gazed down the playing children on the base of the hill, a warm smile on her face. Such beautiful times it had once been, maybe one would have even called paradise. They didn’t need to worry about plagues, life-threatening diseases or even wars but then the creators came… She still remembered the sight, a boy of only a year or twelve wielding a sword nearly twice his length, clumsily swinging it toward the tall imposing human while yelling things like “you won’t get my mommy!” or mothers bravely trying to make a stand against the human invaders, just to be stomped into the ground like filth. Those memories made Touka often desire than rather being safe and free here in this park she had wanted to have been fighting alongside her friends even if it meant her end. What fate would befall her race now nobody was left to protect them? The human would force them to wear those wicked collars that derive them of the ability to control their own body and turn them afterwards into toys. Home is behind Opening her eyes Touka once more aimed her gaze down the hill that had been so nostalgic and this time found a pair of children having occupied the bottom of the hill to play their games. The way they played so carefree, their innocent smiles painting their faces. The mothers worriedly nagging their children to remind them to be careful, it made even Touka herself smile. Maybe everyone had been wrong. Maybe not everyone in this world were creators, there could have been people with many different feelings and opinions. And those carefree and gentle children perhaps may one day bring a bright future for humanity, hopefully one without creators…. The world ahead She had to get started also. She had to prepare for her enrollment into the school, while she had already made her plea for help become heard by two persons it wasn’t enough. She had to become stronger also, or at least able to understand the people better. Like a bard his songs could bring forth emotions so did she need to become someone whose words could stir the emotions of those around her. What she was going to do wasn’t just to find people for a battle, it would be a true war. The idea that those creators would possibly use the enslaved Beastkin against her was something that would always made her tremble in fear and anger but she had to find a way to let them break free from their chains. They might had been called Beastkin but they were no animals! No petty pets to be enslaved for amusement. And there are many paths to tread Her first task was to find people to join her cause but how? Should she spread the rumors about the existence of the creators? No… It would be very possible people would disbelief her, calling it the imagination of a child but even worse the creators themselves might had caught a sign of her existence. Then should she force people to follow her? What was she saying… Not only was that something that defiled every bit of moral she possessed but it was exactly the same thing the creators had done! She wasn’t going to become like them! She was going to do it in her own way, the way a proud Aquila would do it! Through shadow She had already taken a small step forwards right? She had arrived in the outside world, a world that was ruled by the same beings the creators were part of. She didn’t understand a thing of humans, found them scary and weird-looking, as if it was a miracle they could walk normally without a tail or winged ears. She couldn’t even talk their language! Everyone continued to shrug their shoulders toward her until a random stranger gave her a small book and walked away in a instant. She took countless hours to decipher the words in the book, learning to speak the language the humans used, yet she found herself too nervous to talk to them. To the edge of the night. Yet she had continued walking deeper into that scary world, she moved toward a place called Hyakuji, hearing many humans possessing certain abilities gathered there. Not only could it be that those people would be capable of helping her out but she also had the chance to attend to a school, a way for her to obtain more knowledge about humans and their civilization. She could have a chance to get people to help her if they understood her! But understanding a person is a two-ways process. She had to understand those people first if she would want people to understand her in response. Until the stars are alight. Finally she did already found someone to help her right? That man whose name she didn’t knew yet and Hiro-dono, the owner of the bookstore she had visited, they could help her out right? They didn’t sound like bad people at all. They even helped her out of the small mess she had gotten herself involved in earlier. Yet would that be enough? She was up against a force that controlled her entire civilization what in the world could end up saving her if she underestimated her enemies? Mist and shadow Having walked down the hill the girl had found herself a suitable place to relax under the shade of a few large trees when she finally sat down, her small back pressed against the bark of the tree before taking a small book out of her pocket. It was actually a book she had gotten a while ago, a story long in the past of humans, so long nobody would have remembered it by now. It was during a era of long and cruel warfare and a promising recruit returned from the battlefield, stopping by a inn on the road to his capital city to rest his body from the weariness of combat when he suddenly heard a childish voice ask if he was a hero. The man had smiled bitterly and responded to the girl who asked him that he might had been a sort of one and she asked in response if he could tell her more about the sights he had seen. Cloud and shade Actually the young girl had been born with a very fragile health so she was forced to live inside her entire life, yet she always remained cheerful thanks to listening and talking with the many travelers that went to the inn. Some said that the innocent and cheerful presence of the girl was one of the reasons the inn was famous even in faraway places. The recruit often returned to the inn to talk with the girl, telling about his adventures in great detail as if they both could see it as a painting but yet he always kept out the cruel details of bloodshed and violence, so not to tainted the innocent soul of the girl. All shall fade… As time passed the man grew to love the girl as a little sister and developed a close bond with her and her parents who ran the inn. Often they spend time laughing and chattering but sadly enough around the time the girl was about to reach the age of seventeen she had gotten ill again. The doctors said it would have been alright, just some rest and she would have been fine but yet the soldier his face was still pained with worries. He had been called to arms and had to ride out to war the next day, yet he didn’t want to leave his beloved ones behind. Feeling the pain of the warrior the girl smiled warmly and said that when he is back they would both visit the capital and the gardens, where the stories about the beautiful flowers had always been her favorite but yet fate would have been cruel for them. A year had passed before the soldier was called back from the battlefield any by the time he arrived at the inn he noticed it was surprisingly absent. Once inside he was embrace by the crying wife of the inn keeper whose husband had told the soldier the girl wanted to see him. She looked so serene… Her fragile figure hidden under a blanket of a pure white color the man found the girls eyes to be closed, yet the small turn of her head clearly revealed she had noticed her presence. The doctor had been wrong… The girl wasn’t going to become better with some rest, the truth was that it would be just a matter of time before she would die. Yet the entire time the girl continued to smile warmly and ask the soldier more about his stories, all the way until her final breath came and with a ‘thank you’ they would part…. All shall fade… It is kind of weird how often the kindest people have to suffer the most. They often give so much but have and receive so little, yet Touka believes those people would have truly been the happiest. Her lips curling up in a small smile she found her imagination taking over and as she scene of the old soldier finally being reunited with his sister in heaven filled her mind her body gently drifted toward the side before she gently felt on the grass, her eyes closed and her expression at peace. Edited by Touka Aquila, Jan 28 2009, 12:56 PM.
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| Kyousho | Jan 28 2009, 02:53 PM Post #2 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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Trystan walked along at a leisurely pace, his cloak billowing softly behind him. Though he had spent most of his life thus far wandering, he had grown attached to the small town of Hyakuji. It was a place which had an odd sort of charm to it - a sort of peace that could not be denied. The sound of play caused him to pause momentarily. Tipping his wide-brimmed straw hat up a bit, a small smile crept onto his face as his eyes took in the familiar scene of the local park. The fact that there were always children and smiles around was something that he took joy in, even if he had no part in bringing them about. However, he was shaken out of his thoughts by the terse whispers, pointing, and gossip by the housewives which dotted the street. "How gross! That vagrant is staring and smiling at children!" "Goodness!" "Who knows what's going on in his dirty mind?!" "Just look at him. Dirtied and bruised, he must be up to no good!" Sighing and pulling his hat downwards to cover his face, he started walking again. He had forgotten that with peace, the standards of the common man's dress would go up as well. His clothes were a bit battered, is all. Was there really a need to make such a fuss about it? And he had only been observing children at play! What sorts of undignified thoughts could he be having? Surely they would not be so frivolous as to think that he was the sort of man who would sink so low as to become a pedophile? Sighing deeply once more, his steps lost their original lightness. He suddenly felt a sort of exhaustion take over him. He walked into the park grounds, letting his feet decide for him where to go. After a bit of wandering, he plopped himself underneath a tree, resting in the shade, his legs appreciating the coolness of the grass beneath him. Eventually, his mind wandered back to the bit of conversation that he had heard earlier at Hiro-sensei's shop. "...Beastkin...huh?" The words came out as a sort of garbled murmur. As he stared up at the sky between the branches his eyes started closing, the sounds of the park itself forming a sort of fuzzy lullaby. With random thoughts fading in and out, his mind started to go blank as his body started to rest. He hated to admit it, but the training he had put himself through had really tired him out. However, as he was about to drift off to sleep, a slight thud and rustling beside him roused him from his half slumber. Looking sleepily towards the source of the sound, he saw the peacefully sleeping face of a female with downy wings around her ears. Aah...The ornaments that the people of the city wear these days are so...realistic... With that thought, the drowsy Trystan reached out, and gently fingered the downy feathers around her ears. |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 28 2009, 03:25 PM Post #3 |
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Maybe it was the rather comfortable warmth that was brought by the pleasant weather or just the tiredness the countless events had piled up on her they had been enough to cause the eagle girl to drift into sleep rather quickly and only a moment after her body gently felt to the ground she had already went into a possible world of dreams while the leafs ruffled gently above her, serving as a blanket to shield the sun from her. That same tiredness most likely would have explained while the usual alert Touka had not even caught the slightest sign of the presence that had come closer toward her. As she continued to sleep peacefully the girl suddenly felt a rather weird tingling sensation around her head. Actually it was such a strange feeling that she couldn’t even describe it decently in thoughts, or maybe just because it had been so unfamiliar, or maybe it was unfamiliar to have in this world? The feeling of a pair of fingers, slowly and carefully brushing against the feathery ears of the girl somehow made her twitch slightly, as if her body reacted on its own before all of sudden the ears made a soft flap and the girl shifted her body slightly, curling herself up in a little ball like a hedgehog while a soft ‘nyu’ akin to a purr came from her. The yet to become noticed person who was caressing her ears must had been lucky about the fact it was fairly common for parents to caress their children’s hair or ears when they needed to sleep. It was actually quite a effective way, especially because it seemed well-liked by most children and it was simply calming to have someone caringly brush your hair while falling asleep. Of course if this was the same for humans was something Touka had never even thought of asking but yet it seemed a different accident was about to be responsible for waking up the girl for all of sudden the girl gently spun to her other side, turning over in her sleep as she muttered a soft sound in her sleep. It seemed that whatever she had experienced had truly made her sleepy didn’t it? Thud… Something was out of place… She had been sleeping under a tree right? So if she should have turned around she should just have met grass again as a mattress right? Then this was not the right mattress… In one way it was harder but yet soft at the same time, or maybe the softness came from a calming feeling it brought. Feeling her head suddenly found support the girl was about to drift to sleep again before a question returned to her mind. What mattress did she end up falling upon then? Her mind still in the grasp of dreams she had found it too difficult to command her body to open her eyes and as a result just raised her hand slightly before her fingers ended up grasping a leg next to her. A leg? Oh- Then she was now laying on a lap? Wait a lap belongs to a person right? A tree isn’t exactly a person right? But there was nobody else around if she remembered right. Finally after a long pause of silence the girl turned her head slightly, her eyes slowly opening as her dark blue eyes gazed upwards, her hazy gaze locking into the boyish face above her. So she was right. This was not the grass she felt upon. But this person was not the tree right? Indeed he wasn’t… After confirming that the girl opened her lips slightly and in a soft and curious voice said. “You’re a different mattress… Nor are you the tree… Who would you be then?” |
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| Kyousho | Jan 28 2009, 03:52 PM Post #4 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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“You’re a different mattress… Nor are you the tree… Who would you be then?” Trystan returned her questioning gaze with his own sleepy expression. His mind weakly grasped at the words she had just spoken. Was he really a mattress? Or was he a tree? Certainly, being a mattress would explain why his limbs felt so soft and warm right now. On the other hand, perhaps he was a tree. It seemed as if he was surrounded by grass, and there was even a couple leaves on him. The bark that he felt on his back was more than convincing enough to his still mostly unconscious mind that he was a tree. Maybe he was actually a hybrid of the two, a newly manufactured mattress made of springy trees, the product of modern day science! However, a nagging voice in the back of his mind shook him from this ridiculous path of logic, and so he answered as he would to any other who had asked. "I am neither a mattress nor a tree." He thought a bit more of the circumstance. His hazy memory did not allow him to recall any moment in which a female had decided to feel up his leg. If he was to be used as a pillow, then so be it - he didn't mind that much, honestly. Being nauseated with the smell of freshly spilt blood was certainly much more uncomfortable than being used as a pillow. It was simply slightly awkward to be woken back up out of his dozing state by the hands of an unknown female. As he pondered this, his fingers continued to stroke at the feathers around her ear. After a moment of tranquil silence, Trystan responded with a question of his own, his voice still slightly slurred from being suddenly roused. "Are these real?" |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 28 2009, 04:14 PM Post #5 |
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So this being was not a mattress nor a tree? Ah that was understandable! A mattress didn’t talk and while she could understand the thoughts of a tree they didn’t talk in Japanese. This meant that he wasn’t a tree so he must had been a human right? Then how in the world did a human end up taking over the task of a mattress for her? Slowly finding the rain of questions awaken her mind and when she finally heard the following question of the man she was awake enough to realize the situation. He had asked her if ‘these’ were real. What did he mean with these? Suddenly the girl felt a pair of fingers once more stroke the feathers at edge of her ear, something that this time caused a reaction for the ears perched up, as if her ears stiffened in response before they finally folded down again, the face of the girl returning to the seemingly familiar blush she had in the bookstore earlier when suddenly in one fluent motion she spun up right back into a sitting motion, her back aimed toward the man as she covered her ears with her hands, whispering in a soft voice. “Uguu… A-A stranger was the first grown man to touch my ears… Mommy will be saddened.” Dropping her shoulders in defeat she remained silent for a while. In a way one might had imaged her like a little child who just had something bad happening to her before she finally turned around slightly, lowering her hands, what allowed her ears to spread a little again as she nodded toward the young man in front of her. Perhaps it was the difficulty of finding the words to answer the question of the man or just the entire situation that had caused the girl to take a while before she finally answered in a soft voice. “Of course they are real. Every Beastkin has them. We even take care in maintaining them, some even have tails but my tribe don’t. Yet you shouldn’t go touching them whenever you want, it’s rude to touch a lady her ears or tail unannounced… And I’m sorry for calling you a mattress~” Smiling softly as a apologize the girl looked back toward the tree behind him, nodding her head slightly toward it a few time as if she was listening to it before she suddenly gazed back toward the man. From his appearance he still looked quite young, maybe only a few years older than her and while he looked like a human his attire somehow was different. Yet the thing that made her feel less worried was that he also decided to take the shelter of the trees as a place to relax, and people who liked such calm places often were people with kind hearts, or so she believed. “Hehe mister tree said you are a kind person so I guess it’s understandable you were curious. It’s rare for people to have ears like mine right? Well I guess it’s already rare for someone like me to be wandering inside the outside world, let stand even being free…” |
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| Kyousho | Jan 28 2009, 05:00 PM Post #6 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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“Uguu… A-A stranger was the first grown man to touch my ears… Mommy will be saddened.” That one sentence jerked Trystan awake. The tone in which she had just spoken was one that made it seem like he had groped and taken advantage of her as a common vagrant pervert would. With her back towards him and the image of her blushing face in his mind, he dared not move, in fear of inciting her wrath. His master constantly quoted one man, saying that if he had paid heed to his words, he would have saved himself and attoned long ago. "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." - The Mourning Bride" (1697) by William Congreve He braced himself, expecting the worse. A moment of silence passed between them. “Of course they are real. Every Beastkin has them. We even take care in maintaining them, some even have tails but my tribe don’t. Yet you shouldn’t go touching them whenever you want, it’s rude to touch a lady her ears or tail unannounced… And I’m sorry for calling you a mattress~” Trystan relaxed, a relieved smile on his face. So he wasn't going to get his behind handed back to him on a silver platter. However, he was slightly surprised as to the fact that the ears were the real deal. His gut instinct told him that she was speaking in full seriousness about her ears, and he wasn't inclined to doubt his own intuition - they had saved his life many a time in the past. What got him was how those ears had felt so soft underneath his fingers, almost as if they had passed through a warm, fuzzy cloud. Though, indeed, as she said, it was wrong of him to have randomly reached out to touch like that. It was a rude breach of ettiquette, even if they were ornaments as he had previously suspected. However, even as his relief took over him, there was something else that nagged at him from the back of his mind. Something about what she had just said seemed to stand out. Nevertheless, there were more important things to worry about. "Ah, that's alright. I don't really mind. However, I must apologize for touching your ears like that. It was highly inappropriate of me to do so. Please forgive me if I have shamed you in some way amongst your people. If there's anything I can do to make up for it, please do not hesitate to tell me." “Hehe mister tree said you are a kind person so I guess it’s understandable you were curious. Its rare for people to have ears like mine right? Well I guess it’s already rare for someone like me to be wandering inside the outside world, let stand even being free…” As Trystan took her words in, the nagging sensation in the back of his mind grew stronger. "What do you mean it's rare for someone like you to be wandering the outside world being free...?" |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 28 2009, 05:35 PM Post #7 |
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The girl shook her head slightly as she smiled weakly. Maybe it was sort of rude to suddenly touch a lady her ears like that but if she was honest she still remember the times she went to the other tribes and found playing children making mischief by pulling at the tails of traveling women. Actually that part made Touka feel a bit glad she didn’t have a tail, for it spared her a lot of potential troubles. When she suddenly heard the young man talking about finding a way for her to make up for his actions her ears suddenly perched up slightly as she wove her arms in panic. The idea of having a stranger, human or not in her dept was just too outrageous. Not only that but it was nothing more than a silly mistake right? It wasn’t like he had done something that would affect her for her entire life right? Well it might but that was beside the point… She was actually getting afraid this could quickly get blown out of proportion so when she had finally calmed down a bit the girl started speaking in a slightly embarrassed voice. “D-Don’t worry about it—It was just a mistake, I shouldn’t have felt asleep here anyway.” When he had finally asked her that one question the expression of the girl had turned back gloomier and as she casted her eyes to the ground she turned to silence. Maybe it was partly her own fault by saying such words earlier but when she had heard that question it somehow made her recall that she didn’t had the time to be happy and playing around. She had been send out with a duty and every day she had spend outside was a day the Beastkin had to suffer under the tyranny of their human creators. “It’s exactly as I say… I- No my entire race comes from a world inside this world, or rather a giant prison the creators, the way we call the humans who made us had build to trap us inside. Hehe I guess me walking here goes against our entire existence… We were born in chains, raised in a prison and now everyone no longer needs a prison because they are derived of the freedom to even act… Not so long ago humans invaded our world again and used vile object to control our bodies… They forced men to kill their wives… brothers to kill their younger siblings… Mothers to slay their children and the worse is that we all had to witness it! In the end you all turned our very life into a prison!” Her hands clutched in anger Touka felt tears starting to gather in her eyes. It was possible, and most likely this young man had no connection with the creators but she just couldn’t understand it! They were all humans right?! Then why did nobody from outside never tried to stop them? Were they scared, or didn’t even care, or worse did they agree with the greed of the creators? It could have been possible that people might haven’t even known the existence of the creators but somehow the idea couldn’t be accepted in her mind. “The pain… Does nobody understand how it stings my heart… To smile and laugh, to be polite and friendly to humans who only used us as beasts- no as tools? To ask aid from the very same kin those cruel creators belong to? To be horrified by the image the outside world is filled with creators wearing the masks of friendly people to capture me… In the end my entire existence is like a defiance of reality isn’t it? Am I a animal? Am I a human creation? A monster? Those painful questions that only increase as I walk deeper into the world of creators and yet I see myself just drifting away from the world I belong to… In the end if freed wouldn’t we just become surrounded by more creators? Why fight for freedom if that freedom just leads to greater pain…” Her words beings muted by the sound of soft sobs soon had caused her to become silent before she finally rose a hand and softly rubbed away the tears in her eyes, taking a moment to calm down before she raised her gaze back toward the man and with a bitter smile spoke again. “I apologize for my behavior, those were words you shouldn’t have heard… My name is Touka, Touka of the Aquila tribe and by now the last free Beastkin in existence.” |
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| Kyousho | Jan 28 2009, 06:54 PM Post #8 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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“It’s exactly as I say… I- No my entire race comes from a world inside this world, or rather a giant prison the creators, the way we call the humans who made us had build to trap us inside. Hehe I guess me walking here goes against our entire existence… We were born in chains, raised in a prison and now everyone no longer needs a prison because they are derived of the freedom to even act… Not so long ago humans invaded our world again and used vile object to control our bodies… They forced men to kill their wives… brothers to kill their younger siblings… Mothers to slay their children and the worse is that we all had to witness it! In the end you all turned our very life into a prison!” Trystan could only listen on in silence. There was simply no way for him to respond to the pain that she was feeling. His hands balled themselves into fists, as his mind screamed. He could feel the pain and the hatred behind each of her words. Though her speech would stop and go, the degree of empathy that he had made it so that he could almost feel the very same emotions she was feeling. The intense anger that could only be called upon when your own loved ones were hurt in front of your eyes with you powerless to do anything to intervene was what had set him upon his path to begin with. “The pain… Does nobody understand how it stings my heart… To smile and laugh, to be polite and friendly to humans who only used us as beasts- no as tools? To ask aid from the very same kin those cruel creators belong to? To be horrified by the image the outside world is filled with creators wearing the masks of friendly people to capture me… In the end my entire existence is like a defiance of reality isn’t it? Am I a animal? Am I a human creation? A monster? Those painful questions that only increase as I walk deeper into the world of creators and yet I see myself just drifting away from the world I belong to… In the end if freed wouldn’t we just become surrounded by more creators? Why fight for freedom if that freedom just leads to greater pain…I apologize for my behavior, those were words you shouldn’t have heard… My name is Touka, Touka of the Aquila tribe and by now the last free Beastkin in existence.”” Trystan took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of the rampant emotions and turbulent thoughts that had surfaced. He stared out into the sky, taking off his straw hat and placing it aside. After a few moments of silence, he turned and shifted to face Touka, his amethyst eyes focusing upon her own, unwavering, his intent clear. "Touka of the Aquila tribe...perhaps no one will be able to understand the pain in your heart. Yours is not an experience that just anybody off the street can relate to. Even in this town of Hyakuji, where the abnormal is considered normal, there are few who can even come close to relating to your past. In all of my many years of travel, I have only heard of the Beastkin from either the delusional or from the mythical tales of old. Undoubtedly, like in those tales, there will be those who succumb to their darkest desires - there is no race which is free from this vice. But know this, and know this well. You are not a defiance of reality; you are not an animal; you are not a creature; you are not a monster. You are a life, and that is all that we all are. With our lives in our hands, there is but one purpose: the pursuit of Great Justice. Most importantly, there is no Great Justice without Great Kung Fu. Kung Fu is not skill; Kung Fu is not strength; Kung Fu is not fellowship. Great Kung Fu is the result of great effort - nothing more and nothing less. There is no course in life which is not harsh, which is not unfair." Stopping to take another breath, Trystan held out his hands in front of him, resting them upon his knees. Forgive me for this pressure, but this is for your own good... Suddenly, his hands balled into tight fists as a fierce wave of qi was released around him, a powerful gust sweeping and revolving through the area. His eyes narrowed into a fierce expression, a typhoon of sakki emanating from their depths. With vocal chords enhanced by qi, each and every word he spoke now seemed as if they had been roared into a megaphone, but were directed only towards Touka's ears; no one else in the park would hear a thing he said now. "Speak now, Touka of the Aquila. How strong is your resolve?" |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 29 2009, 06:04 AM Post #9 |
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There was something strange about that man… While she didn’t exactly understand the meaning behind his words she felt a gentle understanding coming from him. Different yet he tried to understand the pain she felt. The words he spoke were difficult and their meaning too abstract for her to understand yet, most likely thanks to many terms he included that she had yet no knowledge of but she did partly understand the meaning behind his words. It was true that no path in life came without difficulties, certainly some could try to thrown those obstacles at other people, yet some could find people for support during those trials but in the end someone was left to brave them. When she suddenly had heard him talk about something like a greater justice it nearly had caused her to laugh softly. A human to speak about justice? It truly seemed the outside world contained countless secrets, especially if a human was to talk to her about the importance of justice. Great Kung Fu, another term that sounded weird to her, humans truly held many strange-sounding words in their speech didn’t they? Yet she might had grasped just a little of its meaning out of her own experiences. It sounded very much to how the warriors of the Aquila tribe believed that it was not a sharp blade but a strong soul that carried strength. Some even believed the origin of strength came from within so in the past meditations to strengthen ones resolve and calm the mind was a very common event, yet times of peace had lessened their importance and their meaning faded into the pages of history. Could he be trying to say that it was a calm soul gifted with resolve and a great sense of justice that made the source of strength? When all of sudden Touka found the man stopping his speech, somehow changing his sitting posture she curiously turned her attention back toward him when a familiar feeling emitted around her. This essence… The essence that lingered around in the air… It held many names, Chakra, Soul Energy, QI… Yet for her it was known under one of its most ancient names, the one known as Killing Intent. KI was a ability every being originally possessed but during the course of time humans had forgotten nearly its entire existence, yet animals retained the capacities of both sensing and unleashing that Killing Intent. She had often heard that in the present day even humans, who had long forgotten that Killing Intent could retain the ability to sense and unleash it to a certain degree with enough training, of course to a Beastkin, who was a animal in nature that degree was nearly mocking to what they knew. Maybe that was the reason Touka didn’t alarm at all when she felt the Killing intent rush over her like a small wave, most likely even enough to scare the few birds or squirrels that had made the nearby trees their playground. When finally the boy’s words reached her she remained silent for a moment, her head lowered back once more and her eyes cast toward the ground. Could it have been that she had become insulted by the boy’s question? It could have seemed that way for she remained silent a little longer before all of sudden the following words were said. “Are…. You trying to mock me? Hehe my dad would have been ashamed to heard you even ask that question to the daughter of the guard captain. My mind was already made up when the freedom of my race was placed in those two hands and my resolve? I will free everyone… There is no other option, if death takes me I just nag the devil himself until he sends me back~” Speaking in a cheerful voice her head toward the boy the lips off the girl returned into a bright smile as unaware to herself a fierce wave of Killing Intent seemed to had emitted from her, as if the eagle without her had screeched in response. |
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| Kyousho | Jan 29 2009, 10:02 AM Post #10 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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“Are…. You trying to mock me? Hehe my dad would have been ashamed to heard you even ask that question to the daughter of the guard captain. My mind was already made up when the freedom of my race was placed in those two hands and my resolve? I will free everyone… There is no other option, if death takes me I just nag the devil himself until he sends me back~” As Touka replied, a counter wave of sakki flowed back towards him. It chilled him to the very core, but that was exactly what he wanted to feel. The numbing feeling in the back of his mind, the twisting and squirming within his heart, and the sudden clammy feeling in his hands - all of these were the marks of his own body acknowledging her resolve. Suddenly cutting off the flow of his qi, the wind and the natural ambience of the park returning to their natural states. A soft smile on his face, he held his hands out in front of him, both with their palms facing the sky. "I have seen your resolve, Touka of the Aquila tribe. Beneath these gauntlets lie the means of my Justice; as long as you wish for them, these fists will protect you and fight for your cause. There is nothing that can stand in the way of Great Justice, for it is the inexorable flow of life. This is the oath that I, Yamato Trystan, last of the Ryoushou-Ryuu, swear to you." |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 29 2009, 10:30 AM Post #11 |
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The dark blue eyes of the girl silently started toward the boy’s face, her gaze not wavering away from his as he spoken. Maybe it was because he had shown the kindness to listen to her that she felt it would only be proper to do in response. To be honest she was growing kind of curious about this young man. Despite being a human she clearly couldn’t deny the fact that he somehow acted differently from them. If the humans she found in the cities to be different from the creators then this guy was even more so. The way his words implied that having your actions justified somehow felt different to her than how humans would have acted in her opinion. Maybe it was because of the importance he had laid in such values that she had been able to take those words very serious, even coming from someone of the same race those creators belonged to. It seemed that the girl’s reaction was not needing to wait much longer for she suddenly heard some voices a small distance away and upon turning her head found some children pointing toward the man in amusement before suddenly Touka leaned forwards slightly, stretching her arms toward those of Trystan before she tried to lower his arms and began to giggle softly. “Hehe I understand~ I understand~ But if you spread your arms like that the children might think you are some scare-crow. Hehe Yamato-san the scare-crow of justice~” A soft giggle had suddenly turned into cheerful laughter as a bright smile returned to Touka’s face while she waved down to the children on the hill. Truly this man was different from those other humans. Beside taking such great importance in values like justice his actions also carried a sort of frank or bold feeling that was incredible silly in her opinion. After calming down a little from all the laughing the girl finally continued speaking. “I accept your oath then Yamato Trystan, but you should just call me Touka for it is a tradition when danger approaches us that our tribes leave behind their individuality and become united under the name of the Beastkin, for in the end we all find our kinsmen and kinswomen back in the blood of the beasts~” Moving her hands back that had tried to lower Trystan’s arms a moment ago. The girl finally raised up her left hand, a soft whistle escaping from her lips when all of sudden from a nearby tree a small eagle was found soaring down and landing carefully on her finger. Raising her other hand the girl made a small motion with her hand for Trystan to see before it should have become clear that they were actually surrounded by eagles! On the tree branches, hidden behind some overgrowing roots all around them seemed to had been eagles, smaller ones, larger ones in many different colors and sized. “Aquila actually means Eagle in the language of the humans so in a sense I am a daughter of the eagles, and their wings will always protect me… They came because they were reunited with a family member they thought never to see. Not only we suffered… those animals and other people got hurt because of the creators… For that reason alone I already had decided that to free my people meant to destroy the creators so I be glad to have you by my side, just like the eagles do~” Edited by Touka Aquila, Jan 29 2009, 10:31 AM.
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| Kyousho | Jan 29 2009, 11:34 AM Post #12 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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“Hehe I understand~ I understand~ But if you spread your arms like that the children might think you are some scare-crow. Hehe Yamato-san the scare-crow of justice~” Trystan looked around awkwardly, his hands still outstretched. Indeed, he was being laughed at. Those silly children - this was a sign of humility and companionship! He was not a scarecrow! He turned back towards Touka as he felt her hands on his own. Taking this as the sign of acceptance, he allowed his hands to be lowered back to their original position. Now that he thought about it, the position that he was sitting in was quite uncomfortable; a random root had decided that it felt right at home in an awkward position against the small of his back. “I accept your oath then Yamato Trystan, but you should just call me Touka for it is a tradition when danger approaches us that our tribes leave behind their individuality and become united under the name of the Beastkin, for in the end we all find our kinsmen and kinswomen back in the blood of the beasts~” "In which case, Touka-san, I'll have to insist that you call me by my first name as well." They lapsed into a short silence once more, before Touka raised a hand, and called down an eagle from the branches above him. Leaning in slightly, Trystan took the image of the majestic bird in. They certainly did not call eagles the Kings of the Sky for naught. The pride and the strength that emanated from each of its movements was something that felt so natural, as if it was born to be as such. As he stared into the eagle's golden orbs, he felt as if his entire being had been humbled. Suddenly, from all around him, he felt the piercing stares of all the other eagles that had surrounded and gathered around the tree unnoticed by him. “Aquila actually means Eagle in the language of the humans so in a sense I am a daughter of the eagles, and their wings will always protect me… They came because they were reunited with a family member they thought never to see. Not only we suffered… those animals and other people got hurt because of the creators… For that reason alone I already had decided that to free my people meant to destroy the creators so I be glad to have you by my side, just like the eagles do~” When he finally pulled his eyes away from the eagle, the intensity of the situation left as well. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him; that explosion of qi that he had released just a moment ago had eaten up the last of his physical strength. He had been traveling non-stop for awhile without rest now - it was a wonder that he had lasted so long to begin with. His eyes closing, Trystan fell over, collapsing onto one arm, as his face met the earth in a sharp collision. Rubbing his face into the grass, he mumbled out some apology or another for his indecent behavior. His breathing slowing, he drifted off into a deep slumber as his body forcibly shut down. When I wake up, I'm going to regret sleeping in this position... |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 29 2009, 12:32 PM Post #13 |
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There was one thing she was at least very happy about and that was that even in the outside world you had some beautiful and peaceful places like this. Why it wasn’t the same as the way the scenery looked back home for her but yet this little place held some nostalgic feeling she could appreciate very dearly. Maybe it was because he had exactly picked this place to fall asleep that Touka could understand Trystan his reason. In the end nature itself already was a sort of shelter so she would agree if he decided to call it a good place to take a nap, yet when she heard a rather nasty sound when his face collided against the grass a weak smile appeared on her face. She herself would at least picked a better fashion to sleep… To crawl up under the carpet of leaves the tree branches provided her, of simply taking one of the branches itself as her location for a nap were ideal ways to pass the afternoon. Maybe it was because of this that suddenly the girl had reached out with her arms, carefully supporting Trystan’s body as she slowly laid him down on the grass, making sure the rest of his body faced the same force of collision his head did earlier. Finally the girl moved her arms back and after shooting a final glance over the sleeping figure of the young man moved her gaze back toward the sky. In the meanwhile the small eagle that had been resting on her finger had cheerfully taken flight into the sky, soundlessly gliding across the air before it landed onto her shoulder and screeched softly while the trees ruffled their leaves in response. “Shhh~” A soft whisper from the girl was enough to turn everything around her back into silence. The eagle gently folded up his wings and cuddled up against her while the trees did their best not to shake their branches in even the slightest motion. Not even laughter of the playing children down the hill could reach the sudden magical serenity of this place. This world truly was strange… The world of those vile creators contained a beautiful place like this… Humans were so different from each other, Trystan being the perfect proof of it. He held the important values close to him and while she found his behavior a bit frank and silly she did appreciate the feeling that it came right down from his heart, as if he spoke the feelings he truly felt. “The ancient legend…” In case a greater evil befalls the world one will not be able to fight it with violence alone. Where blades are unable to cut and arrows can pierce one has to seek for the key to the soul. Those who hold the keys would hold the lights known as hope and future in their hands and once enough souls are gathered they will awaken a light that can brighten any darkness. “The soul of a hero huh?” Her eyes cast back down on the sleeping Trystan the lips of the beast girl soon curled back into a warm smile as she nodded her head slightly. Maybe that old story she considered a fairy tale might one day become the freedom of her people… |
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| Kyousho | Jan 29 2009, 05:38 PM Post #14 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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The minutes ticked by, leading into minutes, and from those minutes into hours. So the children played, had their fun, and slowly trickled away, carrying the day's fun and games back with them to their homes. But still, Trystan slept on. His mind wandered through his subconscious, touching upon memories and thoughts, playing with them, and stringing them together into dreams. It was through these kaleidoscopic visions his mind sauntered while his cells divided, tissues wore away and were replaced, and millions of signals ran through his nerves while his body recuperated from the strain that he had just put it through. And still, he slept on. Eventually, a little bell rang from the far off distance. That must have been the assistant, reminding him that his work for the day was far from over. His mind, though reluctant to stop, decided that it had played enough for the day, and started picking up the pieces that now littered the subconscious. Looking at a strangely curvy and tie-died clock, it noted with satisfaction that today's rest period had been roughly five hours. Trotting back to its normal sanctuary, his mind put on its multi-colored thinking cap, complete with the plastic propeller up top, and flipped the switch. And so, he woke. Trystan opened his eyes slowly, the dark orange that peered through the foliage above alerting him that it was now late afternoon. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes as he gave out a loud and long yawn. He had really needed that nap, if you could even call it that. Even when he was by Hiro-sensei's shop, he was already in need of a rest, though at that time, he could still force himself awake through sheer force of will. He had also held that conversation with Touka only because he had been shocked awake by the unexpected touching and feeling that had been the result of a rather interesting confusion. Speaking of Touka...where was she? Trystan looked around sleepily. There was no way that she would have stayed for so long, right? |
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| Touka Aquila | Jan 29 2009, 07:07 PM Post #15 |
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Where was she? Did she stay or did she go? As a soft breeze went by the waving rows of grass that surrounded the place Trystan had slept at remained undisturbed, yet something didn’t made that a convincing sign that the girl did exactly leave right? No a different answer was given soon when the sound of soft breathing filled the air. Yet where did the owner of those breaths came from? Left… Right? On the first sight nobody seemed to had been left around, so could it have been that she had really left? It was only when Trystan would aim his head upwards that he would find the solution for his question. Two long and beautiful brown colored wings were stretched upwards and carefully overlapped each other on a thick branch while in between the wings a small figure was found, being blown up and down by the wind like she was playing on a swing, but the girl clearly seemed asleep for her eyes were closer and her knees hurled up together while her hands folded on top of her chest. Back and forth, gently the wind continued to swing Touka as her peaceful breaths filled the sky. It seemed that despite the sate she was in Touka had clearly tried to wait until Trystan woke up but in the end she had felt asleep herself, even if the way how remained questionable. It was strange that despite how serene and honest this girl appeared to be something continued to make her defy common logic the entire time. Her own presence in a world of humans, the otherworldly tales she carried with her and even the way how nature itself seemed like a mother who gave in to the cheerful pleas of its child, maybe rather than just being a Beastkin it might had been that if humans were children of God the Beastkin had been children of the world? A fascinating question to be remembered. While the girl continued to sleep peacefully Trystan might had been able to notice some rather strange details about the wings of the girl. While they looked beautiful one could from a closer sight see that on the feathers of the outer areas of her wing many burnt marks were visible and even sharply cut feathers that slowly started to restore their form into its former glory, could they have been sign of combat? She did tell that her race had been enslaved by the creators, or in other words humans but what sort of danger would a girl like her been exposed to? Could those marks of combat contain any clues for the great fear she held against humans? Could they tell the potential tales of hatred she had felt against those who hurt hey? What exactly would be hiding behind that smiling face that was dreaming peacefully for now. “It was a surprise for her to accept the words of a human…” A deep male sounding voice seemed to had come from higher up the tree. Sitting on a branch exactly above Trystan was a tall, actually taller than average pitch-black eagle, seemingly painted by a few scars across his body, the most remarkable being one straight across his right eye. The eagle his golden eyes stared silently at the boy, as if waiting for a response. |
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