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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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| Lawman | Nov 14 2010, 07:55 AM Post #16 |
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Being grounded clearly serve to level the playing field - with the battle now being three on three and fought on the ground. Despite having their wings clipped (figuratively-speaking) the now grounded Skrows still had some fight left in them as they broadcast a threat to Alastor, although Selene too received it. "You will be released from your burden, whether you want to be or not you mashochist!" While Alastor moved in to engage one of the Skrows, Selene and her Valkyrie moved in to engage to remaining two. The Valkyrie almost had a look of surprise as the Skrow blocked her first strike by raising its wings - the blade making to noise of metal striking metal as it connected. It was at this point when the two combatants were practically face-to-face that the warrior maiden discovered that the feathers on the Skrow's wings are in fact not feathers, but blades of metal - almost reminiscent of Archangel during his time as a Horseman of Apocalypse. "Master, be careful of those wings!" The Valkyrie called out to Selene in English, albeit with a Nordic accent. It was rare occasions like these that the Valkyrie speaks of her own accord, as opposed to its more typical yes or no type answers. Jumping back, the Skrow revealed a nasty hidden surprise as it fired a volley of feather-blades from its wings at the Valkyrie. Bringing up her claymore, the Valkyrie flashed her massive blade around with ease that was made possible only by her preternatural strength, deflecting the vicious projectiles upon the flat edge of her claymore, while tilting her head to avoid one razor feather that managed to slip past her Jedi-like defense maneuver, grazing the Valkyrie's cheek just slightly below the eye, marring her ivory-like skin with a small cut that oozed a trickle of blood - or rather, ichor. Paying no regard to what amounted to a sting, the Valkyrie began her counter-attack; bounding forward, the Valkyrie attempted an overhead slash, aiming to bury her claymore into the demon's skull-like head. Should the Skrow manage to parry however, the warrior maiden would follow-up her attack by bringing up her right leg, folded at the knee close to the chest and fire off a snap kick aimed at the demon's gut! Mindful of the Valkyrie's warning, Selene faced off against the third Skrow as it approached, the English heiress eying the vulture-like demon with a mixture of thoughtfulness and some amount of trepidation. The Skrow would be upon her before she can even get the first rune from her Flame Ward on the ground - so instead the corporate heiress raised her fists, entering a boxing stance with her fists raised in front of her and one foot placed forward. Miyuki had done much to train her, and she herself had seen her fair share of battle since she enrolled in Hyakuji. It was a good thing that even though she was wearing a skirt, it was one of those breezy and flowing ones that allowed surprising ease of movement in spite of its length - it would be a good thing since the fight that would follow next was a physical one. "Why do you help him child? You are obstructing what is meant to be!" As the Skrow lunged forward to aim a slash at the English heiress with its wings - filled with razor-sharp feathers, Selene responded swiftly by jumping aside, allowing the beast to lunge right past her. Seeing a window of opportunity, the English heiress threw herself at the Skrow while it was still being carried forward by the momentum of its own strike, winding up and throwing a right straight at its midsection, aiming a punch at where the kidneys would be if she were fighting a human, before using the momentum from her own punch to wind up her left arm and pivot around the waist to attempt a left hook to its face! Edited by Lawman, Nov 14 2010, 08:01 AM.
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| Nickle | Nov 15 2010, 09:57 AM Post #17 |
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The Skrow that was engaging Selene's Valkyrie was smart enough to anticipate another blade attack from the sword wielding maiden. One wing might not have been enough to stop the claymore, however two were more than enough. In a somewhat arrogant manner, the Skrow brought up it's wings for an overhead block, its feathers shining menancingly. However, it had not anticipated the Valkryie to follow up with a kick to its stomach. This was bad. It had underestimated her and couldn't block with the weight of her blade still being resisted. It was knocked onto its back, winded by from the kick it had recieved. Meanwhile the Skrow that was battling Selene had met a similar fate. While not winded to the degree that its comrade had been, the punch from the girl had been unexpected. Selene's left hook would also connect, but she would find that it would probably damage her hand more considering the Skrow's head was covered by a dense armour. In retaliation, its clawed foot shot up, attempting to grab Selene around her midsection and the rear its head back to peck her eyes out. Alastor on the other hand had damaged one of his Skrow's wings with his mace. Typical, for all their posturing and posing they really weren't all that well defended against sheer bludgeoning force. He then shifted his mace into spear mode and looked down on the Skrow. "I don't know what you're thinking, but whatever burndens I have, I can only get strogner through experiencing them." Witht that, he stabbed and sliced the Skrow's midsection Spartan style. |
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| Lawman | Nov 16 2010, 01:37 PM Post #18 |
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"Perish, spawn of evil," the Valkyrie commented as her kick connected with the Skrow's midsection, the blow knocking the vulture-like beast clear onto its back. Without another word, the warrior maiden sprang forward with her claymore raised high above her head, pointing the tip of the massive blade downwards, clearly intending to drive her weapon right through the creature's chest while it was still on its back. It certainly didn't look too bad fighting a demon with her fists, as the Skrow appeared to double over upon taking a punch to the kidney, or whatever its demonic physiology would pass for kidneys, lacking the supernatural strength possessed by her Valkyrie however, her punch didn't really seem all that damaging - but the demon certainly looked like it felt the blow, leaving it wide open to a left hook from the English heiress. "Here's how we fight with our fists, berk! London Prize Ring Rules!" Before the boxing became the cleaned-up sport as modern people knew it thanks to revisions made to boxing by the Marquis of Queensbury, known therefore as 'Marquis of Queensbury' rules, boxing was a violent blood sport - bare-knuckled fights that often included close-quarters grappling such as throws and holds, even kicking with spiked shoes. Given that her opponent wasn't human to begin with, there was nothing holding the corporate heiress back from going medieval on its ass. "Cor blimey!" Selene yelped in pain as her fist recoiled from the impact - apparently its head, which for all intents and purposes resembled a vulture's skull was as well-armored as skulls come, it was as if she'd just punched someone wearing a full-faced helmet. That was all the Skrow needed apparently, as Selene found herself seized by the creature's talons. Clenching her teeth as the Skrow reared its head back in an attempt to peck at her, merely a second before the beast's beak made contact with the her eyes, Selene whipped out her ritual dagger and thrust her blade forward, aiming to drive the enchanted blade into one of the hollow sockets it calls its eyes before its beak could get to her face! |
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| Nickle | Nov 22 2010, 05:34 AM Post #19 |
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The Skrow's had dwindled in number down to only one, the one currently attempting to pluck Selene's eyes out. The bird-demon was screeching and squaking violently, not from any sort of pain, due to its eye socket being hollow. But rather out of frustration that it was being bested by what it considered the weakest link of the trio that had taken down its comrades. "Selene!" Alastor charged towards the Skrow, Executioner shifting into blade form and raising itself high for a horizontal slash for the back fo the Skrow's neck. The demon stiffed for a second, its voice going hollow, before its head slipped off of its shoulders and its grip on Selene loosened. Alastor stood there, his breath muffled by his helmet as he looked at Selene through his visor. That was far too close for comfort. Had he delayed for even a second she would have- No! You saved her, and she was doing alright! Nothing bad would have happened! Alastor let his armour, sword and shield fade away, returning to his normal self. There didn't seem to be anyone else around. He tensed however as he heard clapping. Turning around he looked for the source. "My my. You didn't give into the temptation put before you. I'm impressed. But was that because you had that girl observing you?" Alastor was tired of getting talked down to in such a fashion, "Hey! Where are you!? Show yourself!" |
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| Lawman | Nov 22 2010, 07:51 AM Post #20 |
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The Skrow never recovered in time before the Valkyrie's claymore found its mark on the demon's chest, skewering it like a shish kebab as the blade pierced clean through its torso and into the ground. Unknown to Selene - being focused on her current adversary - all but one Skrow remain, and that was the one currently engaging her in combat. The vulture-like demon let out a screech, although it didn't sound like a cry of pain, more of frustration? Whatever the case was, the corporate heiress maintained a vice-like grip on the handle of her ritual dagger while pressing down with it with all her might, trying to keep that wicked-looking beak out of her face. "A little help here would be nice," Selene commented amidst the creature's trashing and struggling, and it was clear that she couldn't keep it at bay much longer. "Selene!" The corporate heiress heard Alastor call her name, and this was abruptly followed by the Skrow suddenly stiffening and going silent, before its head fell right off its shoulders and rolled onto the ground, loosing its grip on the English heiress in the process. The corporate heiress shoved the now-headless Skrow aside, letting its headless carcass hit the dirt. The Valkyrie, who was originally coming to Selene's aid after having finished off her adversary, stood down after having been beaten by Alastor to the rescue attempt - the warrior maiden standing next to her summoner with her hands on the pommel of her claymore planted downwards into the ground, staying idle but alert while awaiting further instructions from Selene. "Many, many thanks," Selene gave her heartfelt thanks as Alastor unsummoned the armor and weapons of the Judge, reverting to his normal state. Like Alastor, Selene also tensed up after a series of applause broke the silence; sensing her master's tension the Valkyrie responded appropriately, pulling her claymore out of the ground and standing protectively in front of Selene with her sword gripped in both hands in a combative stance. "My my. You didn't give into the temptation put before you. I'm impressed. But was that because you had that girl observing you?" A voice commented, somewhat derisively. "Hey! Where are you!? Show yourself!" Alastor demanded, as Selene held onto his hand to calm him down - something told the English heiress that whoever was speaking right now was most likely the mastermind responsible for sending the Skrows. |
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| Nickle | Nov 24 2010, 08:16 AM Post #21 |
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Alastor turned back when he felt a set of small fingers clasp his hand. He looked back at Selene, slightly surprise by the action. No one had ever done that before... Still this now was not the time to think about that, as the one that spoke made themselves visible. Needless to say, Alastor was surprised. It was a magical being and only now that he could see them, or rather her, did he realise why he'd not sensed her sooner. She was a being that was impartial, neither evil or good, merely one that served. ![]() "You're...a valkyrie?" said Alastor, still unsure if he was right. She was so different to Selene's valkyrie. He build was smaller, her skin was nearly grey. She seemed somewhat like a statue in some respect. The Asgardian warrior nodded, "Indeed I am, in loyal service to the Judges." Alastor's eyes widened. The Judges? Did she mean the other Judge spirits? It would explain her colour scheme... "What just happened there?" said Alastor, now more determined and wanting answers. The Valkyrie looked at the trio, her eyes lingering on Selene's own valkyrie for a moment before answering his question. "It was a test. You see although you were sentenced to this fate by the grand magi, it is not them who control the punishment or the length of it, not matter what they do. Ultimately, this is something for the Judge's to decide. You will face trials like never before from this day onward. I am not inclined to reveal how many, but ultimately, if you succeed, all the powers you had and the ones you now have, will be gifted to you." The valkyrie then raised her index finger, "However, there is one condition. You must do this alone." And then the Judge's silence all made sense. He had been trying to help Alastor all along, lying in wait for the trial to start... |
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| Lawman | Nov 24 2010, 02:42 PM Post #22 |
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"I say! Could it be..?" Selene gasped as the source of the voice loomed into view, slowly releasing her grip. The Valkyrie that had been accompanying the English heiress lowered her claymore as a familiar figure stepped forth. There was little doubt that she was face to face with one of her sisters in-arms. Sporting a smaller build and a marble-like complexion and garbed in a set of armor of a different design, but she was a fellow Valkyrie. Planting her blade into the ground, Selene's Valkyrie acknowledged her sister in-arms with a salute. "You're...a Valkyrie?" Alastor asked, astounded by the presence of the warrior maiden. "Well, she certain gives off a similar magical signature," Selene chimed in - experience in summoning gave the corporate heiress the ability to tell which plane of existence certain creatures were native to simply by unique 'vibes' in their magical signatures. The English heiress gave her own Valkyrie a glance - judging from her own Valkyrie's respectful behavior, she wondered if the one standing before them was a superior - or perhaps they are just comrades paying each other mutual respect. "It was a test. You see although you were sentenced to this fate by the grand magi, it is not them who control the punishment or the length of it, not matter what they do. Ultimately, this is something for the Judge's to decide. You will face trials like never before from this day onward. I am not inclined to reveal how many, but ultimately, if you succeed, all the powers you had and the ones you now have, will be gifted to you." The warrior maiden spoke, explaining the situation at hand. The corporate heiress held her breath, knowing that if supernatural beings offer a boon, it would never come without some form of price. "However, there is one condition. You must do this alone." The Valkyrie said as she raised an index finger. "Alastor... perhaps that is why the Judge kept silent," Selene remarked as her glance shifted from the Valkyrie to Alastor. "It's a sign that a series of trials lie ahead... and you are to go through this alone." Turning to the Valkyrie the English heiress asked, "So is he to receive absolutely no help of any sort from his friends and associates?" |
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| Nickle | Nov 28 2010, 12:32 PM Post #23 |
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The Valkyrie's words were still echoeing in his mind. Alone? He had to do this alone? He listened to Selene as the question he was too afraid to. Did her helping him in the battle agaisnt the Skrows now count then? The Gray Maiden shook her head, "I never said that. I was simply reffering to the fact that his Judge will remain silent for the entirity of the trial." the Valkyrie then looked at Alastor a smile on her face, "You may have as many friends be with you during such times, however that simply means that the trial will be proportionate to the number that is there with you. All those present will undergo what you go through, only they will not recieve the powers of a Judge at the end of it all." The Valkyrie then turned, walking back towards the shadows of the graveyard from wence she came. "Be careful as to who you decide to let into your inner circle from now on, Alastor Fainscastle." And then, nothing but silence. Alastor stood there, unsure of himself, unsure of the world he was about to be thrown into. Even though he had been given the option of having friends fight alongside him, his experience of working alone told him otherwise. Strictly speaking, as a Judge, if he allowed anyone to encounter his danger, he would be putting them in harms way and not living up to his duty. Alastor turned suddenly,, grabbing his head, frustrated and then...seemingly from no where, began to sob quietly. Why did soemthing so simple have to be so hard!? Why was magic, something so special, being denied to him!? Was it because he had sought it out as oppossed to being born with it? What logic was that? How had it been born in the first place? Because in ancient times those wishing to learn sought it out! "Why...is it...only...me..." |
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| Lawman | Nov 30 2010, 09:31 AM Post #24 |
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"I never said that. I was simply referring to the fact that his Judge will remain silent for the entirety of the trial." The Gray Valkyrie replied to Selene's question, before looking at Alastor with a smile on her face. "You may have as many friends be with you during such times, however that simply means that the trial will be proportionate to the number that is there with you. All those present will undergo what you go through, only they will not recieve the powers of a Judge at the end of it all." That being said, the Gray Valkyrie turned around, walking back into the shadows of the surrounding trees and gravestones from whence she appeared. She spoke one last time, her voice ringing out in the darkness, "Be careful as to who you decide to let into your inner circle from now on, Alastor Fainscastle." And then all was silent as Alastor and Selene stood there, the corporate heiress still trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened as her own Valkyrie saluted again, as a gesture of farewell to a sister-in-arms. "Alastor?" Selene asked as the Faincastle heir suddenly turned around, clutching his head in frustration before sobbing quietly. "Why...is it...only...me..." The English heiress managed to catch wind of the words between Alastor's sobs, and being her usual self the corporate heiress went up from behind Alastor, putting her arms around his shoulders and letting him feel the warmth from her hands for a few seconds. When words don't come easily, a simple display of tenderness worked wonders in demonstrating the power of camaraderie and understanding. "I don't know how to break this to you, Alastor..." Selene said, her expression crumpling slightly as she released her grip. "But that's the way the laws work..." Right from the day her brothers and father began educating Selene on arcane lore the first thing they went through were the laws and convention of the Magic Community, set forth since time immemorial by the Wizard Saints of the Tower of Fang. And as far as things went, magic has always been somewhat of an 'elitist lounge' so to speak. If one wasn't born into a wizard bloodline, they need to fulfill a series of strict criteria or perform very specific favors for a wizard or wizard guild before they could even be considered as student material, and of those accepted as students things simply go uphill from there, with more and more demanding factors that sought to further narrow down the list of successful applicants. But there was no denying that Alastor had it rougher than most wizard hopefuls - on top of the usual set of tests there was still the Judge's trial. "But consider this... perhaps it's a sign that shows as a wizard, you are meant for greatness," The corporate heiress continued. It was said that those who seek to accomplish something great will always face great odds, to find their abilities and strength of character being put to the test, and then emerging from their trials stronger in both abilities and faith. "That's what I believe, and you have to believe in yourself that you can conquer the odds," Selene stepped in front of Alastor so that he faced her, flashing him a smile that radiated a reassuring warmth. Sure, life may have seemed unfair to young Alastor, but after giving it some serious thought, was life ever fair towards anyone? |
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| Nickle | Dec 4 2010, 05:10 PM Post #25 |
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Slowly, Alastor felt the shakes that where going through his body like ripples. His sobs slowly stopped. Selene was write, it was difficulties that made a wizard what he was. Alastor had read the stories. Those stories about legendary magicians besting dragons with one wave of their finger. How a warlock could make a titan bow before him. How sage could rejuvinate an entire forest with a simple prayer. Slowly he lowered his hands away from his head, no longer grasping them. He looked down at them for a moment, "I can understand that. You are right. It is a something like this that can make me a mage, in a far more successful way than ever before. Besides, even in the ancient lore it states that good will come to those who walk forwards through hardship." Alastor knew that to be true, however, there was another thought in his mind that he simply couldn't keep out. It seemed the Skrows had planted some form of temptation after all. If he succeeded in this, he would have his powers restored and then in tandem with that, still have the powers of a Judge, no not just the powers. Alastor would be a Judge. "I would be able to use magic and make laws." He smiled, but it had somewhat of an edge to it, "I could maybe even make a lore myself. I mean, let's face it, who goes to say all of the ancient rules are correct?" Alastor then stopped himself, looking at Selene, "No, I didn't mean that. I mean, they're correct, it's probably just my frustration getting to me." |
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| Lawman | Dec 5 2010, 02:15 PM Post #26 |
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Selene nodded and smiled as Alastor gradually pulled himself together (emotionally, that is) and let go of his hands around his head. "I can understand that. You are right. It is a something like this that can make me a mage, in a far more successful way than ever before. Besides, even in the ancient lore it states that good will come to those who walk forwards through hardship." Alastor commented, still gazing down upon the ground. Meanwhile, Selene looked around - she couldn't sense the presence of other magical signatures in the vicinity, but the English heiress decided that she's had about enough of the graveyard and was thinking of heading back to her room at Yuki dorms for a warm shower and sleep. Retrieving her PDA phone, Selene punched in the contact number for the Frostfire Building's 24-hour security hotline. The phone rang briefly, before a security guard on duty answered the call, the first thing the English heiress hearing was a slight yawn followed by a formal greeting. "This is Selene Frostfire. I require an escort crew. Please arrange for transportation and a bodyguard detail to arrive at the Hyakuji Cemetery," the corporate heiress spoke plainly, and after the duty officer had confirmed the instructions Selene hung up the call and turned her attention back to Alastor. "I would be able to use magic and make laws." He smiled, but it had somewhat of an edge to it, "I could maybe even make a lore myself. I mean, let's face it, who goes to say all of the ancient rules are correct?" As much as she respected the traditions and laws of the magical community, what Alastor said made sense, and if her experiences of representing Tsukasa-sensei at his recent trial at the Tower of Fang counted for anything, it was that she didn't agree with some of their laws. But who was she to question the wisdom of the elders? And more importantly, could 'justice' ever be defined? "Well, that does make sense... I don't really agree with some of the laws but..." the corporate heiress furrowed a brow and scratched the back of her head slightly. As guardians and enforcers in the magical community, Frostfire wizards had long been known for enforcing the dictates of the Wizard Saints and when necessary, carry out sealing orders against offenders. And here she was, agreeing to a statement that would no doubt cause an uproar within the halls of the Tower of Fang. "No, I didn't mean that. I mean, they're correct, it's probably just my frustration getting to me." Alastor stopped, looking at Selene. "Don't let it get to you Alastor, it's only natural you'd feel this way," Selene smiled reassuringly at Alastor. Like most of those born into a long-standing wizard bloodline, Selene has had the ancient laws and dictates set forth by the Wizard Saints drilled into her at an early age, such that they were essentially second nature to her and accepted as normal - but from an outsider trying to enter the spheres of wizardry, no doubt there was much that didn't make sense. But who is to say that the laws weren't made in such a way that it was to prevent those below from usurping the power of those on top? As it seems, wizards are clearly not above politics either. |
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