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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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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 01:20 AM Post #16 |
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It was just as well that it was a doll. In her mind, the 2 things with her were armed enemies, and nothing else. Not persons, not even human beings, merely targets with weapons that needed to be eliminated. The 'doll' was getting to be quite a bother however. The enemy soldier may have lacked in other fields, he was certainly skilled in this craft. For one skilled in 'the field of killing human beings', a non-human target with impossible movements wasn't familiar territory. However, a battlefield is generally like that, and however unfamiliar it may have been, ultimately, her opponent was the man controlling the doll. It was merely an extension, a weapon. Removing him would end the issue with the doll. The problem was... ![]() ![]() She was stuck dealing with the doll at knife range. She could see the movements well enough - movement was movement, and any movement involved vectors that she could see more clearly than a beacon, and knocked them away with her pistol. ![]() ![]() She twisted her body out of the way of the shots as it again raked the rooftop, while simultaneously parrying the next set of blades to come at her with her knife. The fact it was balanced against it's shield arm was a mistake. Just because she was unfamiliar with fighting such things, it didn't mean she didn't have an idea how. She would not still be alive if she didn't know how to improvise, adapt, and overcome. As she pushed the array of blades away, she lunged inward, pressing the Python's barrel against a hip joint, and fired. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 01:28 AM Post #17 |
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The hip joint took the full force of the blow, reeling backwards and knocking the device, which was exceptionally light due to it's thin frame, several feet away. It eventually rolled onto it's feet, at least three of them. The forth had shattered off from the impact of the bullet and the hit with the roof... The man darted in quickly rolling a flash band and turning on his sensory blinders in conjunction with the blast. He switched them off the instant the blast faded and hopefully she was distracted enough. The doll had regained it's bearings and he had pulled off one of the dolls limbs that was his representation for the actual combat marionette.. Meanwhile the marionette fired off five more shots at the girl, using it's shield arm and one leg to absorb the force of the kick. It then took to all |
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 01:53 AM Post #18 |
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She turned her attention to the soldier in time for the bright flash and the extreme noise of the magnesium charge. The second or two of incapacitation it offered would have been fatal in normal combat - or at least it should have been, but his inability to kill her within those 2 seconds lost the chance. She was disoriented, but her body moved on reflex and muscle memory. Again twisting out of the way of the gunfire. her vision cleared up in time to let her roll out of the way of the bladed top that advanced before her. Her performance would be suboptimal for another few seconds, she knew, due to the disruption to her sense of balance. She came to a stop as she hit the railings, and quickly flipped over them, over the edge the building... |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 01:58 AM Post #19 |
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The man moved slowly.. he walked across the roof pulling out his combat knife. He'd moved over the edge earlier and gotten the advantage... He knew this was possibly a trap.. Even so he had to make sure. He reached over to the doll, popping open it's chest and removing the handgun stored within. He moved along the roof, drawing his handgun to eye level.. He wasn't exceptional with it but it was better than unarmed and if she were hanging onto the room he wanted a way to pick her off of it.. He looked over the edge... |
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 02:15 AM Post #20 |
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There was no-one there. A straight drop except for the window sills and fire escape. Not a body on the bottom. Just a knife that seemed to be stuck into the corner of the building, but otherwise there was no trace. There was a sound somewhat behind him, like a pair of shoes hitting the floor. ![]() She'd run around the side of the building, and jammed her knife into the corner to let her turn midjump, allowing her to barely catch 1 of the lower windows and make her way back up. It was how she'd gotten up there in the first place afterall. Before the man could turn, the weapon was already pointed at him. She couldn't miss a surprised target at this range. Without a word, she emptied all six shots into him. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 02:52 AM Post #21 |
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"...." ~~~~ "What have we been doing lately..?" "What do you mean?" "I mean.. WHAT'S THE PURPOSE OF THIS BATTLE?" "You know my dream! Soldiers free of death... free to fight for any cause they choose.. Free of bonds.. Soldiers without any restraints. To be a soldier in history has meant trying yourself to the will of a ruler. But what if it didn't! If you could give your own life purpose and escape death.. Eternally fighting an endless battle.. Your enemies would crumble.. MY soldiers are the best in the world.. Their only weakness is this human body.. So I'll free them from that!" "... Johnson.. We can do that now.. Why are we here?!" "To find the remains of a lost member.." "But... THIS IS THE ONE PLACE WHERE EVERYTHING CAN UNRAVVEL! We have the finances.. the abilities. The team and the resources! SO WHY WOULD YOU RISK YOUR DREAM FOR CYPRISS?!" "Because he gave his life for us! To bring back this world! And I'd do the same for any other member of my team!" "Johnson.... Lately.. the clones.. memory alteration.. the torture.. It's all been.. so much.." "Im asking you.. begging you.. Cameron.. Please believe in me..." ~~~~~ 'Tch.. In the end I was drug along by my admiration of him... At what point.. did I become an expendable pawn in the pursuit of Cypriss?!' His heart rate reached zero. The marionette and it's master's body exploded violently in one last grand display.. After all their bodies contained secrets.. And a soldier gave up his right to a funeral. According to the world he'd died years ago.. Now fiction became fact. Cameron Brown was dead. ~~~~ MOMENTS EARLIER ~~~~ "Haaah... Haah.. you can't beat me... Even with everything!" He unleashed another devastating mental attack on Jameson. Jameson had Fauxison joint locked but the constant mental attacks prevented him from doing anymore. It was only through sheer will he hadn't blacked out. So long as his enemy had THAT advantage then he wasn't going to be able to beat him.. "One.. more.." Fauxison grunted. However before he could he felt a hand press against his back. "i'm so sick.. of having to sacrifice myself.. for everyone.." Jameson said sadly. "Even this new body... Is slowly being ravaged.." He growled closing his eyes. "OVERPSYCHE!" He roared, through tears of frustration.. Jameson's mind expanded outwards at a massive rate, encompassing the entire area. His eyes glowed with brilliant blue light. He felt.. everyone. Heard their thoughts. Their feelings.. A soldier's lament.. his clone's frustrations.. Everything. He felt it all. Officers mutterings and their fears. He could see the clone's entire past as if it were a movie played in an instant... He extended his consciousness outwards.. 'we need to.. I... I need to find our .. his memories..' Jameson thought, trying to remember how to effective keep his ego barrier up. He was very out of practice.. 'This ability is dangerous.. You expose yourself too much with it.. Potentially loose yourself..' 'We're strong..' Jameson said with a laugh. '...You're..' Fauxison corrected. '... That's what I said.. Now.. I need a few things from us... You.' Jameson struggled to get through it all. 'Careful.. My brain is designed to shut down when intruded upon.' Fauxison warned, knowing he'd lost. 'We know.. I've already begun fighting that off.. we're searching out the vital memories that we.. you.. I need..' Jameson thought, having more and more difficulties. 'BAHAHA! You're suicidal! More so than me! The most mentally straining ability we.. YOU have... And I... YOU don't even have a back up body! ..oh.. Hope you found what you needed.. times u-' Fauxison went silent. The program completed.. Fauxison's mind was completely collapsed.. Jameson rushed quickly to the window, leaping on a barrier and using them as stairs to the ground below.. Meanwhile he felt out some his other minds.. Some of THEIR minds.. Not his.. no.. they were him.. No.. Moments before the bomb went off Chetri would recieve a very clear telepathic message.. "There's a bomb in that body triggered to our.. HIS heartrate... Get out. Now." Jameson limped out of the building, dislodging a knife from his leg with a wince as the floor above his exploded violently.. The SWAT team arrived as if on cue to be absolutely useless. Jameson meanwhile was barely able to stand. His brain had been ravaged by the assault. The physically crippling pain surged through his entire body.. He braced against a wall, vomiting, before collapsing forward and leaning against it.. "I think.. that might have had some backfire too it.." |
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 03:14 AM Post #22 |
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"Porca miseria." she breathed, leaning against the outer wall of the building. She'd jumped off the side of the railing down the window sill she'd used to get back onto the roof. It was safe enough for now. The light and heat traveled upwards and the shockwave traveled horizontally, just over her head. There was a mild ringing in her ears, from the sudden change in air pressure, and she gave it another minute before climbing back up to inspect the damage and see what was left. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 04:22 AM Post #23 |
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Shreds of armor were left but of the person nothing remained.. the body was completely incinerated.... Police stormed the lower levels moving their way up.. The armor of the body had actually well contained the blast though meaning the damage to the roof was as minimal as possible. Chunks of shredded armor remained all over as the 'shrapnal' of the body.. The air stank of burnt flesh.. and a full moon shone over the absence where a man had been.. -] The targets are neutralized [- Jameson's voice projected into everyone's head at once.. -[Chetri] I may need some minor attention over here, how are you holding up?[- -[chief] Both targets were members of an ex military operations unit. You won't find any records of them.. for now classify the man's death as a victim of gang violence because you won't find any evidence of these murders..[- Jameson was suddenly finding it VERY easy to maintain his ego barrier and he wasn't sure why.. No.. he was sure. He'd seen it in the other Jameson's memories.. It was a form of psychic vampirism. when he was in the other Fauxison he'd absorbed some of his ability.. Just like when he'd been in Monty. It must have been a side-effect of being around such powerful psychics.. The fauxison had attacks other people's minds.. they might have been psychics.. So that was why he had been targeting the hospital patients? Either way.. Fauxison.. No.. "Massa... How about that? Massa... Can be your name..?" "I don't need a name.. I'm just a test-bed clone.. Not like you, Sirus.." "Even so I'll call you Massa.." "..Why that one?" "Because it's like Ja-massa-nn Hahaha! It's like it but different!" "your naming sense is messed up." "I thought it was clever.." "So even my name's just an incomplete version of him..?" "Massa?" Jameson said holding a small identification necklace he'd managed to recover from the body.. "...I won't forget you existed.. Even if it was a meaningless death.. I'll remember it.." He said before putting it on and leaning back.... "I accept my fear... my anger.. all of who I am... I accept Jameson... Overpsych.. End." He said as the light faded from his eyes... His vision became listless.. He suddenly felt...very lonely.. And warm.. something.. He touched the blood trailing from his nose before collapsing over into the dirt. Edited by Cypriss, Dec 10 2010, 04:26 AM.
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 05:03 AM Post #24 |
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The sight was abit of a mess. The smell was pretty bad, but the wind cleared it away soon enough. It would almost be hard to believe that a human being was once inside the suit, but then to Chetri, he wasn't even a person. And now, he never would be. Her eyes turned back to their natural grey as the prana stopped running through them. The adrenalin that had been keeping her standing all this time started wearing off, and the fatigue set in immediately. Her muscles were tired from the abuse, and they'd need time to rest. She felt a mild nausea as well from keeping her vision altered for a prolonged period. Normally she wouldn't have bothered taking a look. She'd have egressed the area immediately in order to avoid being caught. However, there wasn't a need to, in this case, and she let out a breath, and stood there on the roof, securing her weapons. There was nothing else to do but wait. The first trooper reached the roof less than a minute later. "The threat is neutralised." she told them coldly, and then pointed to the rifle still on the roof "And that would be the murder weapon." |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 05:17 AM Post #25 |
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~~~ LATER ~~~ Jameson stood holding his cane next to the girl. His shirt was torn. his left leg and right arm were hacked open and caked in dried blood. His entire body was bruised and sore. But he was still alive... He was always somehow still alive... His head felt a little like he'd been bashed over the back of the skull with a nine iron but he tried not to make too big a show of it. He had reunited with Chetri, carefully filed a report, and then answered all questions diligently. The last thing he needed was an inquisition on the matter lately. Eventually they were cleared to leave.. Jameson exhaled and took his hat off tracing his finger along the deep cuts into it's fabric with a click of his tongue. "Damn, my haberdashery is a quarter a day away too.." He said annoyed. He felt like something was different in his head but he couldn't figure it out. He was pretty sure a little bit of that Massa had slipped into his head. But he wasn't overly concerned with it. He'd spent the last three years with a piece of pure chaos sealed away in there, he wasn't going to loose to a bit of a clone of himself.. He popped the seat of his bike up putting the hat inside and pulling out his back-up fedora and planting it on his head. He then turned leaning against his bike.. "These guys are ex U.S. military.. They're after Oliver for some reason.. And me. There were eight.. now there's six... And from what i gathered from their minds it takes well over five months to finish a new clone... so long as we attack in that time it will remain at six.." "I'm disbanding the WDA... and then Oliver and I are going there and we're going to kill them all and put an end to this nonsense once and for all.." He said folding his arms across his chest. "I was able to get their location out of the clone's head.." "That's pretty much the whole story.." He reached into his jacket pulling out Skull Memory and clicking it. SKULL. No pain... when he had Overpsyched he must have beaten the mental block.. Good. He'd need his full power for this.. "Any questions?" |
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 05:45 AM Post #26 |
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Chetri took in the whole scenario with the same poker face she'd always had. In a way, what it was had struck her as incredibly familiar. It was one of the same goals of the people who'd made her as well, wasn't it? Only she was made with a slower process that took years to mature. How quickly the pace of technology sped along. Or so she thought. She wasn't particularly privy to the details, of that, only vaguely remembering hushed whispers from people when they'd been careless enough to let her overhear them, but her raison d'etre wasn't the issue at hand. "You'll need more weapons probably." she observed. "And a secure means to communicate would help as well." She'd definitely need a change of clothes as well. There was some blood all over her clothes, and minor cuts, including one on her face, but those would be gone before the week was up. The uniform however, required enough work to repair that it was less trouble just getting a new one. At least they were cheap. Before that though, there was a question she wanted to ask. "But, what is your objective, exactly?" |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 05:58 AM Post #27 |
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"They want Oliver. I'm not giving them Oliver.." He said firmly. "That's my objective... I'm not... I'm not going to let them hurt Oliver." He said before throwing his leg over his bike. He took his hat off placing it under the seat (making one wonder exactly why he even put it on moments earlier) and grabbed his helmet.. "I just wish I knew what their objective was... Clones.. and.. Memories.... But why they need Oliver I have no idea.." He said before taking it and sliding it on, strapping it in place. "Anyhow... I'm sorry you got drug into this. As if you don't have enough problems at the moment.." He needed to get home so he could treat all these injuries before anyone saw him in this state. Besides. He was in a lot of pain and being out here in the snow with clothes full of holes wasn't particularly helping anything. He leaned forward kicking up the kick stand and hitting the throttle.. |
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 07:12 AM Post #28 |
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"I see." She didn't particularly mind getting caught up in that mess. To someone like her, it was merely executing the functions for which she had been conditioned. In a way, as much as she may have wanted to, she couldn't deny that it was a part of her. From the start, her options had always been to kill or be killed, and that situation was little different. If she didn't kill him, he would have continued, and probably killed her in the process. Instead, he died, and so she lived another day. The difference was now, she could choose to leave. That was made clear the night she agreed to this. And yet she didn't. Just because the option was there it did not mean it would be taken, but if it wasn't, what practical difference was there if it existed or not? There wasn't much of one in practical terms, no. But if one wanted to escape a life of bloodshed and violence, then why agree to continue doing the same thing? Why did she want to leave to begin with? She herself had already said it. She wasn't a doll. But then she'd certainly acted the part, and even after shooting that man... Cameron wasn't it? Even after causing his death, there was no sentiment other than than the tiredness that came with physical self-abuse. There wasn't much meaning in it either, except simply that his life came to a premature end and she got to go on until something else happened. All she could acknowledge from it was simply her own existance. ... ... Maybe that was why, she thought. To find a meaning for it. If she really could be something other than what she was designed for. Just like the doll she just fought. A marionette designed for killing, except she could actually think and act for herself. Autonomous weapons ought to be that convenient. But the problem was a weapon didn't really need to think. It tended to introduce problems with the way they were if they were too intelligent. But if they weren't intelligent, then usually they were a hassle to field, and made you wonder why you didn't go with something more practical like a smartbomb. Those certainly didn't complain. She shelved the thought for now. There was a time and place for everything, and a late winter night (or perhaps early morning? she'd lost track of time after the fatigue set in) out in the open wasn't the best time for philosophy. Maybe when they got back and she rested in the solitude of her assigned room? ... Maybe. For now, it was time to go home. |
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