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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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| Deepest Roots; [Closed, Nickle and HazzaH] | |
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| Nickle | Jan 24 2011, 03:45 PM Post #16 |
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Nickle looked at the mask that Illtist placed nearby him, moving and picking it up, looking at it from the inside. That should do the trick alright. However, he realized he hair might get in the way of it and it would be awfully difficult brushing it away with these metal gloves. He spotted some banages nearby, tearing off a piece and after some tricky manuervering with his new metal accessories, managed to tie his hair back. He continued to listen to Illtist the entire time, taking in every word the man was telling him. He didn't know why he trusted this man so much, but it didn't seem to feel strange. He looked at him, holding the mask, "Don't worry, I'm used to Kinclex and his tricks. I'll be able to kick him three ways to doomsday with this now and anyone who he's cloned." Nickle slowly placed the mask on over his face, feel the cold chill of its metal against his hot skin. It evened out soon enough though. He had to admit, things were certainly going to be different. Looking back on his techniques, they were always rather erratic. Forming a shield all around him as oppossed to one particular spot, firing off lightning as oppossed to condensing it like Kinclex did. Even the do-or-die usage of his Storm King form. All very wasteful if it hadn't been for his massive stores of electricity to back them up. Nickle made a mental note not to go Storm King while wearing the armour, lest it break apart. He then created two whips of lightning, letting them seethe on the floor. "Let them come. I'll take them out one by one."
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| HazzaH | Jan 25 2011, 11:49 AM Post #17 |
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Erratic lighting glinted off Illtist's face as he let open a wide smile of delight at Nickle embracing the notion of his new tools, and the looming proving ground with which to employ them. While Nickle couldn't suspect it, the Remnants possessing him armour had made their way all throughout it's workings. They kept to areas safe from the massive discharge of power he'd be exerting. Soon, they would feed. The fact they hadn't been toasted in the display Nickle was putting on meant they wouldbe safe until the time was right. "Then you should find the perfect place to confront them. Divide and conqure, for who knows how powerful they will be." Illtist walked towards the exit of the underground storage levels. He called out over his shoulder, the vast network of chain mesh fencing around them darkening and flashing in the lightening whips glare. "Your clothes are in a box over there should you wish to...play along with their ruse until you are ready to strike." He gave a chuckle, striding up the stairs to give Nickle some privacy with his new power. |
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| Nickle | Jan 29 2011, 07:06 AM Post #18 |
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Nickle let the power die off and with it, the whips vanished. He made for the exit behind Illtist, looking at his clothes for a moment. It wasn't his style to use deception that was Kinclex's way of doing things. Besides, the armour would show through the clothes regardless and it would be a tight fit. "I'm not going to have to hide anything. I'll take things head on like I always do. He got lucky one time, it's not gonna happen again." Nickle then looked down at his arm, feeling the marking that Kinclex had placed on him. He was going to track him with this. That meant he could go anywhere he needed to and Kinclex would follow him there. That gave him the homefield advantage considering that it would take some time to make clones of everyone. Nickle looked to Iltist, "I have the perfect place in mind for this, somewhere that it would make it difficult for even Kinclex to fight in." Nickle then strode out of the back of museum, spotting a large off-white clothe covering some boxes. He took it, wrapping it around himself. Someone wrapped up was often lest suspicious than some one clad in armour after all. |
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| HazzaH | Jan 30 2011, 05:45 AM Post #19 |
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Illtist took note of Nickle's decision to avoid subtrafuge. He found it so common for human beings to react negatively to tactic emplyed by someone they disliked. He'd use that to his advantage. The road of chiravry was a high one, with overgrown trenches with which to get mugged from. He proceeded upwards, past the now slumbering guard at the upper level of the stagage basement, the gloom dancing with teh half blue flicker of the small tv set still blearing out re-runs. Illtist regarded it with a bland curiousity, for in his time returned to this world he'd not bothered to investigate this device that so transfixed cities and nations. He would have to later on. And yet, Nickle wrapped himself up in the white canvas clothe. There was a duality in the boy's actions that spoke volumes for his nature. The nature of his twin self, concocted so long ago by that lady shadow in the back of Nickle's memories. The memories stolen still swam about in Illtist's consciousness, bring new light to the man he'd just operated on and twisted so. The Remnants hidden in the armour felt the pulse of their master's thoughts and settled comfortably in the platemail. Reaching the meseums back door, the night air spilled onto Illtist's new form; so starkly differnt from the monster that had stalked in mere hours before. He'd had to work fast, even by his standards. This were progressing, and Nickle had assumed his role so completely, everything was in place. Illtist dusted some cobwebs off his coat and, still in the disguse of an old man monk's face; made sure to give a cough in a cold humors of the night. "Where will you lure them to then? I can bring allies to help when the time is right. With the field advantage, they won't stand a chance." He stood, waiting for Nickle at the door, bathed in the high moon light breaking through the gathering clouds. |
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