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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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| WhiteSong | Apr 4 2010, 07:11 PM Post #1 |
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It was dark, very much so mist rose eerily from the stale night as shadows danced creepily from the moon's illuminate light. Stars twinkled like diamonds in the deep dark sapphire sky, clouds moved across the vast expanse of the night at a sedate pace. All and all it was something out of those cheap zombie movies, dark, gloomy, and creepy- For anyone who wasn't used to this kind of scenery that is. A figure appeared past the twisted high iron gate, the gate doors creaking bewitchingly as the figure's pale body passed through the gates. The moon shone on the form as it's features came to life, seemingly pale from the light of the moon, dark teal hair short and neat with matching teal eyes. A tantalizing uniform adorned her body, as a strange leather bound black book was tucked neatly under her right arm as in her left held a strange stuffed rabbit. Looking around cautiously she turned quickly and closed the gate with a small 'snap' moving slowly over to a weathered old tombstone she sat down on it's head as she quickly flicked open her book, pages flipping as though on it's on. It stopped with a tab of her thumb as her eyes scanned the contents. All was silent as time ticked by... The figure, the girl- was Keade Kurosuke, a Witch by blood and Necromancer. Though tonight she had no intention of raising the dead she did come here to relax and find solace in her studying of spells. The Fudo Dorm was too eccentric and noisy for this type of thing, every minute or so someone was over her shoulder asking her 'what did that do' and other such annoying things you';s expect from a five year old, not a Highschool student. Thus Keade's usually happy mood vanished as she stalked quickly out to the Cemetery once more finding the cool night air refreshing and calming compared to the statically and stuffy air of her dorm... Looking down at her stuffed rabbit "Mister Skull" she sat down beside the tombstone she occupied she watched silently a smile on her face as it twitched to life, it's black and white patterned plush body finally standing upright on it's own, it gave an impression of a yawn before a disembodied voice came from around the stuffed toy and seemingly into your never mind... "Keade-Tan... Morning~" It spoke in a deeper voice than one expected, than again it WAS once a powerful demon... Keade giggled as she closed her book. "Ah, you mean 'Good evening' Skull-Kun~" In truth it was around ten at night but still evening in a sense. The wind blew once more ruffling her dark locks as the clouds cast their shadows upon the gloomy area, a small smile was on her lips almost bittersweet as she leaned back on the tombstone enjoying the night air... Little did she know her refreshing silence would be soon shattered by surprising visitors... |
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| Cypriss | Apr 4 2010, 07:38 PM Post #2 |
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Zander wiped off his face with a heavy sigh. He rose from the gravestone and planted his hands in his sides. He'd said all he needed too. For now it was time to go. He stared at the stone before placing his hand over his face with a weary sigh. "Pathetic." He said to himself. "It's not even like he's buried here... It's just a stone.." He said to himself. "Why is it comforting to talk to that..?" He said before turning away from the gravestone. He stepped into dark night, it's cool embrace took away the tense feeling still residing in his body. For now he was calm again, just like always. It was times like this that he wished he were more like Cypriss than Jameson. Able to bury his heart and rid himself of his emotional nature. To be fully severed from 'Oliver' and become the Zander everyone wanted him to be. To be the Zander HE wanted to be at times like this where Oliver came with his own pains and annoyances. But he was Oliver, deep down, that was who he was born as. The name his mother gave him. The name he had told only one person in strictest confidence. Oliver was the secret identity he hid away, the person who training had tried to kill. But more and more Zander wondered if he was truly dead. Oliver seeped into his mind the more he strayed from his military roots. His true feelings surged forward and less and less he felt it necessary to stop them.. He wandered deeper into the graveyard, however the Dreamweaver picked up a dreamer nearby. He stopped, hiding near a large mausoleum as he eyed the people before him. A girl.. and.. a second voice he didn't see a source of... WHo could it- ... Why was he hiding? Why sneaking? He was at SCHOOL, not on a covert operation! He had to start trusting people and being less paranoid! ... He sneaked slowly to a grave, carefully making sure not to blow his cover as he moved towards the girl. Caution never hurt, right? |
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| Dominique | Apr 5 2010, 06:34 AM Post #3 |
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The pentagram in Morgana's eye glowed brilliant, bright blue in eerie stillness of the graveyard, casting an ethereal light in the fog around her feet as she stared at the eye-patch which lay limp in her hand. She had been here for close to an hour now, confining herself to some far-off corner of the isolated resting place. It was an uncivilized place for someone of her caliber to spend her nightly constitution in, but the princess had found her usual route much too crowded for her unusual feelings. The dorm was no good either, as crowded and packed with rowdy students as it always was. It was unusual for her to need to sit and reflect at all, whether in peace and quiet or otherwise, but the events of the day had worn on her usual stone-faced sense of perception. Morgana had made headway today, real headway in reaching the end of her goals. However small of a victory it might have been, the past seven years had felt like a lifetime in finally taking back her country. She clutched the eyepatch in her hand tightly, bending it unnaturally as she imagined it to be the general's head. Morgan certainly wouldn't have to wear that stupid thing anymore, she could wear her family's crest with pride and purpose and finally be her own person instead of someone with constant obligations to those above her. Sighing, she mentally kicked herself for thinking something like that. In essence, she was hating herself for feeling like a servant to something she held little personal attachment to. Was that really how she felt about it though? The rustling of nearby footsteps suddenly snapped her back out of her own thoughts as she quickly replaced the patch over her eye. There was really someone in such an uncouth place as this at such an hour? It was probably nothing more than a groundskeeper, but to eliminate the possibility that she had been followed, Morgana stealthily stalked the source of the noise. An almost inaudible 'tch' escaped from her lips as her eyes narrowed upon the scene of a boy crouching behind a gravestone as he seemed to be stalking another young girl. What business did either of them have here? She sighed, trying not to rush to judgment on either of the youths. Quietly approaching Zander from behind, she leaned in towards his ear with her arms behind her back. "You're acting very suspiciously." She whispered, her voice laced with an accidental mix of illicit judgment and venomous derision. Morgan had intended and certainly attempted to restrain her tone, but no matter how hard she worked at it, it always proved difficult for her not to rush a conclusion without having full knowledge of the circumstances. Still, it was to deny that stalking someone in a graveyard was a pretty creepy thing to do. ...Wait. |
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| WhiteSong | Apr 14 2010, 02:03 PM Post #4 |
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[OMGWTFBBQSAUCE?! I POSTED?! Sorry for the wait guys x.x been busy with other sites and having lack of muse for poor Keade-Chan D=] It was silent for the most part, Keade absorbed in something or another didn't seem to notice the two stalking figures who found her quiet interesting at the moment. Which wasn't totally weird since she WAS in a Cemetery at Night. However as the young Necromancer stared off in space her 'loyal' companion known as "Mr.Skull" waddled off into the general direction of the two hiding beings, beady eyes looked up as he noticed the humans, mind on alert he backed away hoping they didn't noticed him as he yelled at Keade. "KEADEEEE-TAANNN!!!" Cried the demon in plush form feverishly as though it was being attacked by rabid animals- again. "Eh? Skull-Kun what's wrong?-" Before she knew it the bunny plush latched onto her face as the poor young Witch tried to pry off the demon so that she could breath! "Skull-Kun what's wrong?!" She asked worried as her friend answered in a hurried tone. "STALKERS!" He yelled pointing at the two general direction. "Eh..?" Keade sweatdropped as she got up and looked up to see two people? A guy and a girl... Keade sighed, she didn't recognize them but she had a feeling they weren't hostile. "Um... You guys can come out now, I know it's awkward but can you please stop hiding?" She asked politely though awkwardly herself. It didn't help that Mr. Skull butted in yelling "YEAH YOU STALKERS! OW!" Keade annoyed kicked the small bunny plush with the tip of her shoe causing the demon to rub it's rump as it 'glared' at it's master. "So- Ya comin out?" |
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| Cypriss | Apr 14 2010, 11:02 PM Post #5 |
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Zander sighed heavily as Morgana sneaked up on him. Great. Just what he needed. He turned to silence her but he had broken the silence all on his own. Even worse The person had done so with such a haughty attitude and air of superiority that it actually quite annoyed him. Worse yet it seemed they had somehow blown their cover as the girls' extremely loud.. doll? Yes, doll, or so it appeared. Her doll had called out for them to reveal themselves. He turned to Morgana with a glare, already quite fed up with this person on the whole. "You ruined my cover." He said sneering at the boy with derision. "Perhaps if someone had bothered to spend more than five minutes at his private academy learnign how to walk quietly this would have gone a little better?" He said with a frown as he turned on his heel. This guy just rubbed him the wrong way right from top to bottom. Worst of all he'd gotten his cover blown, which irritated his pride as a stealth operative. "Sorry about that.." Zander said idly. "You can't be too careful in Hyakuji.. I just didn't want to take any chances in approaching you.." He said with a shrug. It was the truth,which made for a convenient excuse here. "You can't fault me for being cautious in a graveyard at night, right?" he said with a dismissive shrug. |
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| Dominique | Apr 15 2010, 06:36 PM Post #6 |
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[OOC: Morgan is disguised as a boy, please address her...er, him accordingly!] Morgan indignantly adjusted her tie, closing her eyes in order to avoid saying anything she didn't mean because of the look in his eyes. "Too bad, I must have been absent the day they taught us how to skulk around graveyards and spy on young girls." She said. They most certainly had been seen now as the unusually gaited, morbid looking stuffed bunny creature let off a loud shriek as an alert to their presence. Tch, the fact that he was upset at being seen meant his objective was not to be seen. Did he honestly see nothing suspicious about that kind of behavior? The state of the world these days. Morgan stepped out from around the tombstone, giving Kaede a formal western bow, humbly putting one arm across her chest. "My intention wasn't to startle anyone, if I frightened you or your...bunny..." Morgan stared for a moment at the unusually alive stuffed creature. It really was a curious little thing. "Er, then I offer you my sincerest apologies." The girl didn't seem the slightest bit phased by their appearance and the fact that it appeared as though they'd been watching her, at least there would be no misunderstanding her actions. "I was reflecting somewhere nearby when I thought I heard someone walking around, that was when I found him watching you." Morgan's single eye fell on Zander again, her head tilted just far enough back to be looking at him through the bottom of her eye. "I'd hoped to avoid bringing to your attention the fact that you were being followed, but I admit that I'm not well-versed in such suspicious behavior." |
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