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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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| Nickle | Jan 11 2011, 04:10 AM Post #16 |
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"No way..." Nickle would be an outright liar to say he'd been expecting this. He hadn't been. Copper wires...that were capable of redirecting his powers. Nickle was not starting to get a better understanding of the man before him. Nickle was able to see two of the man's plans. The first being to use his spectres to surround him, the second being to keep his focus away from those Wraiths on him. Nickle had thought that by countering them he'd have perhaps gotten a jump on Illtist. However, if he'd just remained in a defensive stance this all could have been avoided, but that didn't seem to be the case. As the shrapnel flew and dust got kicked up, temporarily blinding Nickle and tearing small cuts into his skin, he mangaged to spot Illtist's damaged arm. He'd been ready to get hurt and the thing that was scary, was that it didn't seem to hurt that much. Granted it wasn't Nickle's strongest attack, but still. That was when Nickle felt it. The co-ordination of the mastermind payed off when not one, but three remnants tore into him just as the first one did. "Argh! Dammit get off me!" Before more could attack him, Nickle's body exploding with white and blue lightning as he activated his electrical shield all around him, knocking away and stunning any of the Remnant's that were still nearby. He kept it up for several moments after that, until the dust was finally clear. His hair was flowing due to his powers encasing him and blood was now slowly dripping from several flesh wounds he had incurred. This man was crafty, dangerous. He'd faced many villians before, but this one was by far more underhanded than all of them. His body was shaking from the Wraith's attacks, more than before, but at least this time Nickle was more prepared to cope with them. He still didn't know what this man wanted, but he couldn't think straight. Why? He should have figured out his angle by now... "Illtist Fray. I'm afraid to tell you if you continue this I'm going to have to kill you. And that little trick you just pulled isn't going to stop my next attack." |
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| HazzaH | Jan 11 2011, 06:18 AM Post #17 |
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The Remnants gave mouthless giggles as they fell on Nickle in the aftermath of the dusty explosions. Cutting and slicing, they ripped through his body and pulled out what looked like a finely woven satin blue fabric which glistened almost as if live with voltage. It swam under their talons, giving little resistance against their quick, jittery slashes. This was Nickle's memory clothe, and it strained and stretched to be reunited with it's owner. As Nickle let out his disabling wave of electricity however, memory clothe too was rendered as stunned as the Remnants around the young man, blasted over a yard away from him, landing in selectively uncomfortable and comical position all over the graveyard, dust streaming from them as they were sent flying. The excess energy Nickle released was more the sufficient for Illtist to begin his regeneration process, his pan-dimensional will working fast to organize the abundant free particles into something malleable. What dust still fluttered in the air started to drain towards the Planewalker's burnt up arm. It would take time, but already the deeply searing pain was slowly down to less twitch inducing throb. The arm still lay limp at his side while it transformed back into it's original form, but regardless of the set back, his play had succeeded. Now it was time to seal this trap. "Are you sure, Nickle? Do you really have a plan? Still feeling fiddler fit?" Illtist rasped mockingly while his memory golems were starting to stir again, some of them shrugging off the stun while the majority slink back to their master, reforming into his body and supplying him with a vast swath of stolen memories Nickle would never know he'd lost. Not unless he figured out how Illtist functioned, and he was making sure not to let on. The coiling copper wires used for the last attack slithered in Illtist's back, unforming into raw particles within him be begin dissecting and manipulating the growing collection of fresh memories. Edited by HazzaH, Jan 11 2011, 06:21 AM.
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| Nickle | Jan 11 2011, 06:41 AM Post #18 |
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Nickle hadn't noticed the blue strands yet, his shield was blue after all and as such the colouration had prevented him from picking up on it. By the time he'd taken it down, his memories were already with Illtist. However, there was one thing he had noticed. That was that Illtist's arm was regenerating. Not at high speed mind you, but it was fast enough. This man was just full of surprises, literally considering that coat. When Illtist mocked him, Nickle smirked. He did have a plan in mind. "Yeah. It's called Reflection." Nickle's body then errupted in a burst of blue and white light, leaving him now visibly floating in his Storm King form. A set of large, steaming white eyes looked at Illtist while the rest of his body surged chaotically, while still amazinging retaining its form. It was not secret that a lightning elemental was perhaps the hardest of all to shape due to the properties electricity possessed. However it was really all a matter of protons and electrons. The only one to have ever discovered the weakness of this form and beaten it had been Eiji and that was because he had been the only one to outlast its usage. Nickle chuckled, sounding like a small roll of thunder. His body then split into 10 orbs, moving rapidly to now surround Illtist before expanding and reforming themselves. There were now 10 Storm Kings surrounding the scientist, each on with a palm outstretched. The all spoke in unison as their palms surged with white lighting before each firing a blast at Illtist. "Storm Pulse." |
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| HazzaH | Jan 11 2011, 11:23 AM Post #19 |
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The problem with Elemancy was how terribly ostentatious it is. It's a discipline of showmanship. Even the more reserved studies of wind and water had a degree of show boating. Having stolen Nickle's memories of past battles against his now gone brother Kinclex, as well as the final battle at the Wo Shing base; Illtist had hoped this ultimate power would be Nickle's next move. And how glorious it was, even in the new pace of this altercation, Illtist couldn't help but get goosebumps at the sight. A being of pure energy! He hadn't toyed with something like that in decades! He could not reminisce however, and knew now that Nickle was done testing the waters. He would move to end this and as the boy was enveloped in the massive discharge of power, Illtist got his defences ready almost instinctively. There wasn't much suspense when Nickle divided into the energy orbs and reappeared in 10 clones, ready to reduce Illtist to a smoldering stain. The Storm Lord was fast, and Illtist placed faith that Nickle would be just as rash. His current Remnant's were too sluggish from the static blast to rally at Illtist and had began to seep into the ground around the two combatants. As Nickle appeared with palms ready to deliver what would sure be a finisher, the Planeswalker threw his working arm out. Like bees from a hive, squadrons of Remnants fed out from Illtist's body from all angles. They did not encase their master, for surely any contact would stream the lightening and make defence pointless. Dozens of the ghosts attempted to pile atop one another to halt the oncoming blast; but to little avail, dropping like moths at a bonfire. 3 of the 10 blasts got through, one arcing off Illtist's already damaged shoulder to nearby Remnant's while another blew a clean hole off the side of his stomach, the last catching his leg to blast it off at the knee. Black sand and dust filled the sand as if Nickle had been fighting a cheap rag doll, the dismembered lower leg flying off and disintegrated into grains of sand as it spun off from the battle while the same substance poured out of his stomach wound like a burst sand bag. There was no blood, no internal organs, not even bones with which this man could be called human. As the black dust settles and the Remnant corpses stopped sizzling at Nickle's crackling feet, the form of Illtist is plain to see, kneeing on one leg, the other a ripped up stump. He didn't look very well off at all. His still functioning hand had gripped into the ground, the earth wrist deep around it. He gave a slight and pathetic cough from under the now tattered brim of his scorched hat. He seemed to be disabled. |
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| Nickle | Jan 11 2011, 11:42 AM Post #20 |
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If Nickle's elemental form had a mouth, it would be smiling at the moment. The attack had been successful and Illtist hadn't slipped away like he'd thought. However there was something shocking about the man that Nickle had not expected. Sand? Black sand. It was everywhere and as Nickle looked at Illtist's damaged form, he couldn't see any blood or flesh on the floor at all! The ten Storm Kings formed back into one several meters away from Illtist and his minions and shifted back into the flesh and blood form that was Nickle Ryuko. He stood there, pleased at his victory but still flabergasted by the result. The man wasn't even human! But...he was too powerful to be someone's puppet. No puppet could be this strong and thoughful in their actions while controlling puppets themselves. It was far to much micro-managing. Nickle was starting to understand his opponant a bit more now. Perhaps he'd been at the Wo-Shing facility all along. Perhaps he actually had sustained some severe damage. It wasn't because he wasn't careful, it was because he was able to survive it. If that was the case, Nickle was possibly fighting an enemy that was as close to a god as a human could get. He was uncertain of himself and what to do now. Fear was gripping him and it was making his mind sluggish. The image of Rozanny dieing flashed before his eyes. Nickle wasn't a killer...he'd never been! Not since rejoining with Kinclex had he... His eyes widened, distraught at the thought of it all. |
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| HazzaH | Jan 11 2011, 01:02 PM Post #21 |
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Illtist smirked. Even in his caution, Nickle was standing at the epicentre of Illtist's trap. The area around Illtist churned, dirt and grass and coffins flying into the air as the very ground upon which Nickle stood dissolved into a few dozen massive, plated copper tentacles, hissing and rattling much like the mechanical arm the shape-shifting Illtist had employed before. Each seemed laced with vicious lines of brass barbed wire which ran down their lengths in six equally spaced reams. They all still lead deeper still into the ground and it was obvious now that Illtist was not gripping the earth to prop himself up, he had been preparing this massive assault. He'd been feeding these tendrils into the ground, the severed leg only giving him more surface area with which to shift his form under the earth. If the forest of razor tendrils was not enough; between them, shifting from tendril to tendril where the Remnants that Nickle had bypassed earlier, along with the 20 Illtist had sent into the graveyard below sight level even before his first attack. They flew like living knives, lashing and snarling at the powered down Nickle while he was caught in the midsts of the writhing, metal tendrils. This was not the last of his plan however, for internally Illtist had been working his greatest torment for Nickle. Doubt, misery, guilt. His Remnants had found these things nesting within Nickle, even at the tiny scrapes they'd had at his psyche. Illtist didn't have all the boy's memories yet, but he'd woven a tapestry of however many of Nickle's worst experiences he could into the most recently abducted piece of memory cloth. Still fresh from Nickle's essence, it was worked in the unseen horror factory of needle covered centipedes Illtist used to craft the false memories. He took the guilt over the course of Kinclex, the deep sadness from the very moment of his father's death, Illtist distilled these heart throb feelings and more from his collection of stolen thoughts, stitching them together to amplify the effects before then letting the squealing memory cloth stream back to it's owner as their nature told them to. Just as the Remnants were to fall upon Nickle, the tiny swath of memory fabric would integrate back into it's master and flood him with the tampered memories; Illtist grinning with anticipation to watch the results. |
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| Nickle | Jan 16 2011, 01:33 PM Post #22 |
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Nickle was caught flatfooted. The man had exceeded any kind of feint he would have anitcipated, but he was starting to understand how he function. He wasn't a direct combatant like so many of the opponant's he'd faced were. He was a summoner and a trapper and an effective one at that. As the tendrils began swirling around Nickle, he began to fire lighting bolt after lightning bolt at the steadily growing mass of metal tentacles. Was he a ferromancer? No, more likely some kind of alchemist judging from Nickle had already seen. But this was something on a whole other level. As the Wraiths came, Nickle stood ready for them, even as he fought off the tendrils that were slashing and attempting to ensare his flesh. Tact had almost all but left him, he was firing madly at anything that was moving. Which wasn't as bad as it sounded considering there was a lot moving! Unfortunately for Nickle, even though he had plenty of energy in reserve to keep firing off his high powered voltage, he was not prepared to face what came next. He though it was a Wraith at first, thought it was merely a figment of his imagination, but then it took form. "Kinclex!?" The black coat, those ice blue eyes, the long whirlwind of sable hair. It was him! "No! I beat you! I ended you!" Nickle fired a blast straight for him just as the apparation of his clone was charing a Thunder Boom attack. He then saw soemthing else, turning and seeing his father, his father rushing at him with the same attack and Kinclex! Soon they were everywhere, his father and Kinclex, swarming him. He let off blasts, but he couldn't be everywhere at once. That cold stinging sensation, he was feeling it in force now. Nickle was unable to keep up and hsi mind was so cluttered with images and memories of times he'd long put behind him that he couldn't think straight! It's not real! It's a trick! He's a trickster! It's not real! IT'S NOT REAL! It was too much and whatever little shred of tact and sanity Nickle was holding onto was ripped away along with his memories. "EEEENOUGH!" Nickle released all of his power at once in a single explosion that would probably be seen for miles off. A large electrical power surge that ended with it shooting up into the sky in a pillar of blue and white light. To say there was a crater would be an understatement. Nickle had blown nearly half the graveyard away, leaving nothing but scorched ground. However, the attack was not in his favour. He lay on the ground, battle torn and unconscious, his eyes closed and barely breathing, but alive. The Storm King...had fallen. Edited by Nickle, Jan 16 2011, 01:45 PM.
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| HazzaH | Jan 17 2011, 09:59 AM Post #23 |
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In the final blast, Illtist's ground tendrils were devastated, most of the electrical energy Nickle put out arcing to the forest of lightening rods. Some of them simply detonated; withering and blowing apart in chucks, while other's remained intacted, suceessfully grounding Illtist's body from the worst of the awesome force he'd sparked in the young elemancer. As the bloom of power shot into the sky, everything seemed dark before it. The blast rocked the stratosphere and tore the clouds asunder. Illtist had to take a moment to regenerate his bleeding ears, blinking and widening his eyes, trying to reorder thm to see after they'd been cooked in his skull from the intensity of the light Nickle had forced out. Everything was either shrouded in white or sizzling with a blue arc until finally the attack subsided. Even as his sight returned the world was a haze of green and purple after images, burnt into his cornia. The boy was like a car battery for planets. Smoke and rubble, kicked up dust from the explosion replaced the white washed world with curls of brown and black powder, entire tombstones vaporized in the assualt to add their grey grit to the mix. Sighing deeply, Illtist rapsed into a cough, his lung punctured from the earlier thunder bolt giving him pause. He drew in free energy in the air, focusing on his internal injuries. This body would not function efficiently with damaged parts. By the time the dust was settling, Illtist had finally gained control of his wounded arm and was retracting his tendrils from the earth. The Planeswalker on a single raise of land in the great crater Nickle had made in the ground. His tenticals had done their job, grounding him from the worst of the electricity while absorbing the shockwave. He wouldn't be able to regenerate that leg just yet. No. But he devised another means of transport. restructuring his thoughts, Illtist's kneeing leg crumbled into the black sand on it's own, swirling and reassembling at his whim into 3 vicious looking spider legs; far more organic looking then his previous incarnations. Metal took too many particals to order. Organics were easier for the limited resources he could mold for now. His other leg did the same, the elongated legs taking less mass to form. He hauled himself up, as if use to this form of locomotion all his unnatural life. Illtist tapped a pincered foot lightly on the scorched earth all around him, still smouldering in the wake of the omnipotent wave tbhat had just ripped the area apart. Distance car alarms sung in chorus of the aftermath. And there, amoung the broken rocks and upturned dirt lay the felled Storm King. Illtist grinned. "Such plans have I for you, Nickle Ryuko." In the stilling dust, paralyzed Remnants began to stir, while others downed by lightening bolts and blast flew back into their master's body to repair within the dimensionless depths of his form. Those recovered from their injuries took own their master's will, hauling up the unconscious Nickle with oddly tender claws at his wrists and ankles, one floating under to give his back support, as they bore their sleeping cargo behind his stalking master. [leaving topic with a very asleep Nickle in my custody. Hazaar!] |
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