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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
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| Hiro_Tsukasa | Jun 22 2008, 02:24 AM Post #1 |
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Hiro-kun writes vampire story too! It's very epic but I've only finished one chapter!!! It's a part of my Supernatural-themed trilogy of 3 separate stories all in the same plot universe. Fun facts! The story has 3 big arcs each of which are named and after the Prologue all 3 arcs and every chapter is named after a song. Kindred’s Kiss Prologue: From the Eyes of a Beast New Celestial. The town is named this because of the intent brightness with which it lights up the night sky. Located on an artificial island in the Atlantic Ocean, New Celestial is truly the epitome of modern society, big spending, and carnal sin. Las Vegas looks merely like some backwards country club in comparison. The key feature of this city is the large dome that covers the entire island. During the day it stays closed and lights the town with artificially made moonlight and at night it opens up to let citizens view the night sky. The idea of a town always locked in the prime of night draws in many people from all over the world. The city was built several years ago by entrepreneur Victoria Valiant, who also manages the city now. Some say you can find all you dreams in New Celestial, but I think there’s nothing but nightmares. Few know this secret I am about to tell you, but there’s a darker side to New Celestial. Victoria Valiant is a vampire. As freaky and Horror movie as that sounds, it’s true. I should know… I’m one as well. Up front, New Celestial may look like some 24 hour party, but behind the scenes it’s being used as a feeding farm for her kind; the crop…humans. It’s been going on for several years now and the newspapers still report it just as random acts of violence. Vegas had its share of problems, why wouldn’t this place? Officially, Victoria has admitted that there is a strong rise of violent acts in her city and is working hard to remedy the situation; I just can’t buy into that. Victoria and I have a small history that dates all the way back to the Renaissance in Europe. I can still recount word by word, action by action that day; the day she took everything away and damned me to live in the darkness like her. New Celestial is a breeding ground for our kind and it can’t be allowed to exist. I’m going to slay Victoria and sink the unholy place into the sea. Crude… at best, but this is more than seeking vengeance. Friends, such a thing as my real name has no importance anymore…you may call me Judah…and this… is my story… Next Chapter Preview: On that stormy Saturday he came, the Man with the Sad Eyes. In one simple second, everything I knew about the world was blown away before me. In a stream of blood and gun smoke, we meet… Next: Darkness Surrounding Prophecy 01: City of Evil Gospel 01: Darkness Surrounding It was half past midnight on a cold windy Saturday and Jake was feeling uneasy. The cool night air was biting restlessly at his face. He couldn’t say why, but he always hated jobs like these. Flicking the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth to the ground Jake turned and walked back inside the small dingy building. In the daylight, Jake thought he would’ve looked rather silly. He was dressed in a rather drab all black attire all wrapped up in a large black trench coat. He particularly hated the outfit, but it was the Queen’s choice. Wrapped up in the consuming blackness, Jake’s tall height and slim features made him seem almost skeletal. Had he been of paler complexion he would’ve fit the look just fine, but his dark skin tone greatly contrasted the look. Inside the small room were a few wooden tables with chairs at random locations. The room itself was rather drab. The walls were but ancient stone and the general appearance of the room incited thoughts of an older more simple time. In one chair sat a small girl and beside her sat Dave, a colleague, dressed in similar attire to Jake’s. Dave was Jake’s superior, but only by a single rank. Sighing, Jake sat down across from the two and looked at the little girl. “What the fuck are we supposed to do with her, Dave?” he inquired. “Well,” Dave replied in a cool collected tone, “If the old man cooperates… nothing.” Jake smiled and asked his next question, “And if he doesn’t?” “We clean house,” Dave responded in a matter-of-fact manner. The girl whimpered at this notion. She was only ten, but she was well aware what “cleaning the house” meant. Jake and Dave laughed at her reaction and looked to the back of the room. Jake turned back to Dave and nodded, “I’m going to go see how he’s coming… you watch the little girl here.” “Alright,” Dave responded instantly as if the answer were programmed into him. As Dave rose and walked off to the back of the room, Jake noticed the little girl was watching the movement. At first he considered talking to her, but why even try? Wouldn’t it be cruel to talk to a pawn you might have to off in a few minutes? The sound of Dave’s footsteps going down the creaky staircase in the back of the room resounded throughout the area as Jake allowed his mind to wander. It had been around five months since Jake signed up with The Queen. Since then he had killed so many people he had almost lost count. The old man tonight would make the 50th if he remembered correctly. The Queen ran the city. At least that was the frontal appearance of things. Since Jake had joined up he had learned hundreds of questionable activities she indulged in. One of which being the job he ended up with; collecting money and killing those that don’t make the payments. Jake had always regarded the Chancellor or rather The Queen, as those that worked for her were told to address her, as a kind soul with the best interests for New Celestial. Sometimes now Jake wondered if she was a City Official or simply a well disguised mobster. Jake looked back to the little girl and shook his head. If the old man didn’t cooperate, he was going to have to kill this little girl. She was very slender and had long wavy blonde hair that fell exactly to her shoulders. Her head was bowed now, but Jake could remember her eyes being a sparkling emerald green. It would be a pity to kill something so beautiful, but that was Jake’s job now. He let out another short sigh and glanced toward the staircase at the back of the room. It was silent; so very silent. Every now and again, a car could be heard driving down the street outside. It was a welcome escape from the cold emotionless silence of the room. How the young girl could keep quiet in this situation was beyond Jake. If it were him, Jake thought, he’d fight as much as he could to get free. Then a loud rapping came at the door; slow and powerful three times a knock rang out from the front door. Jake rose and reached for his gun; a small 9mm. No one was supposed to be there because the Queen had made sure of that. Slowly, he crept over to the door and called out quietly, “Hello? Are you back-up?” It was the only conclusion Jake could come to. Though this family was well known around New Celestial, the building had been marked off and orders issued to stay away because it was undergoing renovations. There were even signs posted outside. Jake reached the door and his hand rested on the knob as he called out again, “Billy? That you man? Did the Queen send…” He would never finish that question because at that very moment the area around the door knob burst and Jake reeled back in pain clutching a bloody hand. Whoever was on the other side of the door had just fired a gun. The door swung wide open revealing the assailant on the other end. Jake glanced up slowly still in shock from his wound. The man standing at the door seemed almost surreal. He stood tall; Jake reasoned he was at least six feet tall, maybe taller. The man was unusually thin and yet the kick he gave the door to swing it open was so powerful that it almost came unhinged. His hair was jet black and in a chaotic disarray. It fell just a bit past his shoulders and had no general order. A large stream of it covered half of his face leaving only the other pale half, complemented with one dark brown eye revealed. Jake couldn’t tell exactly what the man was wearing because of the large consuming black trench coat that he wore. It was visible that he was wearing matching boots of a raven black color. In his hand was clenched a gleaming revolver that was still smoking. “Wha-…,” was the most that Jake could even manage to mumble out in his state of shock and confusion. “Your Queen isn’t sending anything, I’m afraid,” the man replied in answer to Jake’s initial question from behind the door. His voice was deep and cool. It had a sense of utter calm as if this situation was a normal everyday occurrence. Jake’s mind was racing with a thousand thoughts and one chain happened to notice that this man had a light sound of a European accent. Before any further conclusions could be draw, the man raised the revolver to Jake’s head. Jake was frozen in fear. Hadn’t the Queen told them that by joining her they’d be safe? Jake’s mind raced with something to say, but nothing came. A boom blasted the room and Jake’s body fell limp on the floor. During all of this the young girl had said nothing; only trembled and gave her all to avoid making any sound. The man shot a quick glance over to her and then began inspecting the body. In a softer voice he spoke addressing the girl, “Are you okay?” The young girl was confused. Wasn’t the man there to kill them all? Maybe not. Maybe he was there to save her and her father? With a voice shaken in fear, she responded, “I’m… okay. They said they wouldn’t hurt me as long as Daddy cooperated with them.” The girl wanted to say so much more, wanted to ask so much more, but she said nothing else. She knew her father was still downstairs with one of the Queen’s followers and that if he didn’t work with whatever they wanted, he’d be killed. Light tears strolled down her face as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed her. The odd man rose and walked over to the table. He sat down in the chair across from the little girl, the chair Jake had sat in moments ago, and parted aside his hair to look at her. The girl stared at the man as he tears strolled in silence. He looked so very frail and there was something about his eyes that struck her. He looked so very sad, but what did it mean? He nodded and gave the girl a look of assurance. Then the man stood up and started to walk towards the stairway in the back. As he lightly touched the railing he spoke once more, “Don’t worry, I’m an old friend of your father’s…” The little girl couldn’t say how much time passed. It seemed like hours, but maybe it was only a few minutes. Not long after the odd man descended the stairs, a trio of gunshots rang out. She was unsure who had been shot, but whoever it was… they were gone now. She waited patiently, drying her face with her shirt sleeve, for the man to emerge with her father… or something far worse if those shots went against what she envisioned. However, nobody came up; at least not at first. Several new faces came in, however. Through the broken front door, several more men who were obviously in the same class as Jake and the other man entered, guns drawn. Quickly they began to survey the area and boom reports over small communicators back to some unknown commander. Much of what was said blasted past the little girl as she was unable to understand. One man approached her and violently shook her as he asked what was going on. The young girl, too scared to speak, tried to turn away, but this was only greeted with the tightening of his grip, a click and the pressure of cold steel against her face. This was it; there was a gun to her face and now she was sure she would die. What had she done to deserve this? It was bad enough that her mother died in child-birth, that her and her father were forced to live in the slummiest part of New Celestial and now she would die at the age of 10. Her father often spoke of God and presented her with the Bible to read. Now the girl wondered only how this was the will of some divine person’s plan. Answers to such questions do not come often, nor do they come easy, but in that instance the little girl discovered one thing; that it was not her time. With a rumbling a large funeral casket ruptured through the ground. It was made of cold metal resembling silver and had a large golden cross emblazoned on the front. A defined line ran down the middle of the casket and the cross. It appeared that rather than opening from the side, the casket opened from the center with two sides folding open. The suited men in the room cocked their guns and approached the casket, leaving only the one by the girl’s side. Steam began to roll out as a hissing sound quickly filled up the room, drowning out the sounds of the suited men shouting to one another. Barely audible under this commotion, the beeping sound of some machine could be heard. The young girl took a few steps back, slowly, unsure whether she should remain and watch or use the distraction as a chance to leave. As she waited in nervous indecision, one of the suited men had reached the casket and slowly moved forth a hand to touch its surface. “Shit!” the man shouted as he quickly pulled back his hand, “It’s burning hot… could this thing be what the Boss wanted us to get from the Professor?” Slowly, he turned back his head to the others and looked for some nod of conferment. However, he would never learn the answer to that question for at that very moment a monotone computerized voice emanated from the casket. “Registration Complete,” it announced with no real emotion. Before the suited men could take the time to act, the front of the casket swung open parting to reveal the center; the force of their movement quickly brushed away the steam in the immediate area. It was there, inside the two doors of the casket that the suited men saw their goal. A pair of guns, one for each door, rested shining in the pale lighting of the room. Each resembled a rather large black pistol. However, each had a quite unnaturally long barrel and on the grip for each was emblazoned a small golden cross similar to the one seen on the casket’s facing. “Those two are it… what the Boss sent us for; Testament,” the suited man closest to the young girl announced, “Retrieve them and let’s mop up here.” The two men closest began to move, but it was then they noticed it. As the last patch of steam cleared from the area it became apparent that someone was actually lying inside the casket. The young girl’s eyes widened as she realized it was that man; the one with sad eyes who had claimed to know her father. In one motion, he threw both arms out and down. His black gloved hands grasping a gun in each hand. Before any of the men could act the man with sad eyes stepped forward out of the casket and raised both guns. Two shots rang out and accompanying them was the thud as the two closest suited men fell back; dead. “Fuck,” the man closest to the girl shouted, “Ice this guy!” The remaining handful of suited men raised their pistols and began to open fire. To not only the girl’s surprise, but also to the rest the man with sad eyes quickly rushed into motion zipping and dancing between bullets as easily as one might walk down the street. The sound of bullets clinking and bouncing off the metal casket or the walls of the room roared as the man with sad eyes effortlessly dodged his way across to each suited man and finished him with one bullet. The young girl could only watch in terror and splashes of blood covered the room in some inane wicked pattern. Once she let out a short scream as one of the splatters actually smashed across her own body leaving her dress dyed a dark stain. Finally, only the one near the girl remained. The man with sad eyes began rushing towards him after dropping the next to last target and the suited man could only scream in terror as he dropped his gun, clip empty, and began to stumble back. However, to his surprise, the man’s shot was not the same lethal blow it had been on the others. The suited man fell back wincing in pain as he drew up his leg, the pain shooting all through it as he saw dark crimson run along the ground. “W-what are you?” the suited man uttered nervously as he began to crawl back, letting out a shocked gasp as he realized he was against a wall. The man with sad eyes crouched down to be on eye level with his target and slowly dropped one of the guns to move his hand forward and grasp his neck. In a soft voice, unfitting of the one who had just murdered a whole room of people, he spoke, “I’m going to let you live so you can do me a favor. That should be a fair exchange for keeping your life.” “S-sure… anything you want! You name it!” the suited man replied quickly. Though he knew his Boss would inevitable be mad the operation had been a wash, he’d handle any punishment so long as he didn’t have to join the others on his team. “You’re going to report back to whoever you answer to and tell them you have a message for Victoria,” the man with sad eyes continued as his gaze wandered across the room to check on the girl; he frowned noticing she had blood splashed across her dress and was currently collapsed sitting, panting nervously. “Shit man, she’s the top leader. I’ve never even seen her… how am I supposed to get a message to her?” the suited man replied growing more worried that his lack of status would soon be his downfall. “Just give the message and it will definitely make it back to her. Just tell her Judah is in town,” the man with sad eyes replied as his gaze returned to the target. He smiled weakly and let go of the suited man’s neck. Scrambling and filled with terror the suited man clawed to his feet the best he could and using the wall for support began to limp off praying the one he now knew was Judah wouldn’t change his mind. The man with sad eyes spun around and sat back, leaning against the wall as he dropped the other gun. He let out a short sigh and then fixed his gaze on the girl. She had calmed down somewhat by this point, but her mind was still filled with racing questions. “Are you still okay?” the man asked in the same comforting tone he had done the first time. Slowly, the young girl took a few steps towards the man and tried to muster up the will to speak. Faint and muffled by sobs she replied, “Y-yes…” No more words came as she broke down into tears. The man’s eyes sharpened and he looked down to the ground unsure how to react. After a few moments, feeling the awkwardness of the girl’s sobs, the man rose and moved over beside her. Gently, he placed an arm around her and hugged her softly as her father did many times before. Neither was sure how much time passed, but after awhile the young girl felt calm enough that she moved slightly letting the man know she was better. Without a word of response the man with sad eyes lifted his arm and moved back, glancing down at her with a half smile. “M-my Father?” She asked nervously unsure if she truly wanted to know the already obvious answer. “I’m sure you already know; I’m sorry…” the man replied as he crouched down to be on her level. His sad eyes worked their way across the carnage of the room and finally back to the girl. Softly he continued, “You deserve to know the truth before I head out. It might be hard, but you need to understand what your Father was doing.” Unable to reply, using all her force to hold back the tears, the girl simply nodded the need for him to continue. “Well then… those men were after those two guns there,” the man with sad eyes began, “Your Father had been designing them for quite some time on my behalf and the Queen that runs things around here in New Celestial got word and wanted them for herself.” “The Queen?” the girl asked nervously. “Yes, I guess you perhaps know her better as the Chancellor of the city. The one who runs the city, Victoria Valiant,” the man replied keeping the same low somber tone. The girls eyes widened as more questions began rushing in her mind. Why would the Chancellor want something her Father had made bad enough to have him murdered? “What makes them so special?” she muttered in broken words. “Together,” he began, “these guns are a set known as Testament. They are a pair of high caliber pistols designed not only for all purpose combat, but also for another goal… the extermination of vampires.” The girl looked up staring into the man’s sad eyes with disbelief. Vampires!? As if reality was not already bad enough, now this stranger was bringing in fairytales. “I know your Father is well known in this part of town as an inventor and these are his greatest work,” the man explained somberly. The young girl took note of how odd it felt to hear this man speak so much. However, given his quiet seeming nature she assumed it was out of necessity to explain things to her rather than his personality. “Isn’t that a bit far fetched… my Father never said anything a-about vampires…” the girl replied nervously. “I’m not surprised,” the man with sad eyes replied, “I told him to tell no one, even family. Testament was forged out of special silver steel blessed by priests and it has its own compact system built into each gun. Using nanomachines in generates its own ammunition into the clips modeled around silver bullets. There are other features to it, but there are more important issues right now than explaining those guns. I’m sorry about what happened to your Father. He was a kind soul. I tried to block the shot, but those men were persistently bad shots.” The girl nodded slowly; still a part of her was unsure on this concept of vampires. How could her Father not tell even her? “Then, how does he know you… I don’t remember you…” She asked feeling herself become a bit calmer as she wiped the wet tears from her face. “I’m not surprised you don’t. I saved your Father long ago when he was only a child. It was in one of the very alleys around this area,” The man with sad eyes began to explain, “He was about to become a snack for the local night life, but I intervened. He always promised to pay me back though for many years I denied accepting any sort of favor.” “The night life?” the girl asked in a confused tone. “Oh… yes…” the man said as he let out a short sigh, “Little Girl, what you don’t know nor many in this city, what your Father and I have always known… the ones that truly run this city are vampires. And in the end, all New Celestial exists for is as a feeding ground for their kind. You already know crime rates are astounding, but I’m sure even someone as young as you noticed that there’s an unusually large amount of violence and murders reported happening at night and involving bladed weapons.” “That… it can’t be true!” the girl shouted back in disbelief as she rose to her feet. “But it is,” he replied calmly, “I know because I am one as well.” The girl’s eyes widened as the man stood up and glared down at her. Slowly, he opened his mouth wider and wider until his fangs were revealed. “You can call me Judah… I gave up my birth name the day I became this monster,” he added as he shut his mouth quickly, “And what might your name be?” “C-Cherish…” she replied as she shook her head in disbelief. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cherish. I can never make up what your Father has done for me, nor for my own inability to act quick enough costing you your sole parent. I usually only move alone, but… at least until we can find you somewhere safe to stay, come with me,” Judah added with a weak smile as he turned and began to move towards the two guns, picking each up one after the other, “Soon this place won’t be safe and I owe it to your Father to see you through things. Go gather anything you can carry and wish to keep while I go get the car I used.” The girl nodded in reply and almost in a trance, her body naturally pulling her through the motions as her mind raced, began to gather some clothing and a few other things she could find. After only turning her back for a second she noticed that Judah was already gone. Outside she could hear the dull roar of a car’s engine being started. Nervously, she began to work her way towards the front door when she stopped. Nearby, over on a small table her father kept cluttered with various tools, she noticed a large leather bound black book. Moving closer, she remembered it was one he had been reading often. As far back as she could recall her Father had used that book. A faint smile rose to her lips in the complacency the object gave. Without giving it a second thought she picked it up, setting it gently on top of the clothing stack in her arms. After moving outside, Cherish frowned as she saw Judah’s vehicle of choice; a black hearse. Nervously she approached the passenger’s side and to her surprise the door opened for her, Judah’s hand sliding back from having leaned over to help. As she worked her way in, setting her things in the middle area between her and Judah, she let out a short sigh and then slammed the door shut. “I’m sorry,” Judah began, “It was the only thing I could find with the key already in it before I came here.” “I-it’s fine…” Cherish replied still a bit nervous of being around the man, “I suppose you needed something…” Without a word of reply, Judah began to drive and slowly the black hearse pulled away from the only place Cherish had ever known as home. She let out a melancholy sigh as she turned to glance back at her Father’s workshop. Though much had been explained, still many questions troubled her mind. If this Judah was a vampire, why was he seemingly fighting against the other ones? Didn’t they drink blood in the shows she’d seen on TV? Judah had not done so yet… and there had been plenty of it back in the workshop. Why did her Father build Testament and what did Judah intend to use the dual pistols for? Judah’s eyes remained focused on the road as they pulled out of the small district and onto one of the main roads, almost abandoned this late at night. Shutting her eyes for a moment and trying to close out the rush of questions, Cherish turned slightly to glance towards Judah. He was so quiet now it was almost frightening after all he had said before. What was he thinking? Feeling? The man was so alien to all the things she knew that Cherish realized she couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on his mind. However, what was apparent, even in the darkness of New Celestial’s road only illuminated now and again by a large building sign, was Judah’s eyes… they were so very sad. Next Chapter Preview: A stream of questions bring forth answers from the Man with Sad Eyes. But what can I do when the answers only birth more questions? A shadow covers the city as Judah’s War begins… Next: We Are Always Searching |
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