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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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| HazzaH | Feb 24 2011, 06:44 AM Post #16 |
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The flame tongues lashed up the dark hickory pews, filling the thick blaze with a sickly sweet scene. The heigh ceiling was blackened as smoke flooding upwards at windows too tiny to be any boon, the spectral lights that had seemed so serene only a moment before were swallowed in the plumes. A woof of fire and there it was; the heavy set curtains of the church had been engulfed and flames shot height into the rafters; support beams squealing under new found strain. Then the inferno before the boy parted, smoke drawn by like a bellowing cloak. And there, between the fangs of heat and chocking soot stood his mother. White winged and bathed in glorious golden light filtered right from on high. Illtist was proud of this in particular. He'd found so weak a memory of her figure he'd had to merge and sow and simulate all the angelic images he could; to fill every expectation Julian would have of his deserter mother. She'd look at her son with pity, and just a spoonful of disgust as she noticed his not torn wings; spreading hers' wide against the fighting flames. She gave one heavy beat, then another and again, looking one last time at her son with miserable resolve before turning her back and lifting off, rocketing away as fire closed it's jaws on the broken light of her sanctuary. In her place the roar of the incineration gave way to another sound. The muffled shouts and cries; banging on the doors behind Julian. Illtist wove a villager chorus, the doors shuddering as if under siege. Illtist made one feeling of isolation changed into the fear of human prejudices; and under it he let one thought of Julian's priest father appear to him, that he should accept what he is. Illtist strung this memory within a memory in time to the united shouting of a crowd calling for their monster. Now he let the child's mind fill in the rest. Would he surrender himself to destruction, to loneliness? Illtist fed him memories of his powers. Of what he had just done to the sleeping old man. He had power, but would he embrace it? Edited by HazzaH, Feb 24 2011, 06:46 AM.
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| Mash_Potato | Feb 25 2011, 07:08 AM Post #17 |
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The fire devoured the carpets, hickory pews, curtains and rafters whilst the groaning church spewed out billowing towers of sickly sweet smoke. The silence was slowly being replaced by a groan of anguish which had now escalated to roaring defiance. Julian crawled towards the centre of the church where there was the largest open space available. He coughed and spluttered. He was being smothered. Suffocated. He had always felt like he was suffocating with no way out but for the first time it was physically happening. Once again, despondency fled as panic stampeded back in. "HELP! HELP ME!" Julian shouted between gasps. As he looked up, he was met with a sight he'd only ever seen once before... A very long time ago. It was time, surely she was back to take him home, to take him away from this place. To save him. The sight of his mother in pure angelic white with wings spread wide brought waves of joy and relief washing over. Her soft gentle features had such sympathy and understanding... And distate as she saw his tattered wings... She beat her wings powerfully, making her ascent into the heavens once again. Deserting him once again. All hope and relief he had felt had evaporated, barren and desolate again. Even the heavens had deserted him, he would find no solace or escape there. There was a loud thud from the exit. Perhaps, someone would let him free, if the heavens had no kindness perhaps it would be found in man on earth. The giant doors bulked and groaned with the sounds of the angry mob smashing against it like a well oiled siege machine. The villagers howled for blood and they had found their prey. The doors slammed open and the air that rushed in only served to fuel the fire. The mob spills forth, snarling and bearing it's fangs, cornering its prey. There was no help for the cursed, not from above nor from outside. There were only two remaining option... To look within or below. In their eyes, he was a monster... This white winged, wide eyed, defenseless boy. If it was a monster they wanted, it was a monster they would get. He decided he would become the master of his own fate, he had power... To heal, sure, but why not take it a stretch further, to distort, to disease, to decay. To deny oneself of one's evil is to deny the oneself's entirety. To indulge in each in it... Well that was the only form of integrity. Julian's irises were washed a deep bloodthirsty red and his wings expanded and were dyed black along with his heart. His muscles grew, his bones became denser, his ligaments became more supple and tendons grew stronger. He looked up at the circling mob and snarled at them. They were afraid. He could smell their fear rising off them the same way he smelt the hickory smoke rising off the pews. If they wouldn't come to him, he would go to them. He just had to make a few minor adjustments. He shrieked in agony as his right arm lengthened and he felt the osteoblasts proliferate exponentially, tearing out an extra bone, but one without bone marrow or nerves or blood supply. It tore out from his palm and remained attached to his body by tendons and ligaments. He dashed forwards and pierced the unlucky man standing closest to him, through the shoulder before swinging him into one of the burning pews. Julian spun around picking out his next victim. |
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| HazzaH | Feb 27 2011, 03:35 AM Post #18 |
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Illtist adjusted his grip, like a great mechanical loom, his taloned hands worked the boy's memories. He tugged one this away, loosened another here; and the result was physical. The boy's dove white wings, stained and half visible under his bound form on the hospital bed began to darken, as if great internal blaze of his memories had given life to the soot and ash that Illtist was turning Julian's past into. In the shifting world of memory, the first of Julian's victims shattered into black ash and char as he impacted against the burning pews, as did the encircling mob. They broke into a swirl of nothing, the scent of burning wood and sweat and rage and the shouting of a village out for blood was gone. As if in the transition between dreams, in the blink of an eye Illtist shifted the memories forward. Now the boy stood amongst ruins and tattered paper. He stood, still in his twisted new form. Still strong and heaving with adrenalin; but there, where the attacker once was, a more fragile, more broken form lay. Akira. The girl from his past. His protector, wounded far more then he remembered. Far more then he could heal, her breath heavy in failing light that soaked the ruins in broken shafts of honey yellow. Illtist made the memory peaceful, broken by the wincing breath of the boy's close friend. She'd taken so much for him; Illtist infusing her memory with a visual agony. He knew how someone looked when they were asking for a merciful end. He'd put that look on so many faces. The bloodied, broken memory girl; half covered by debris and she wore that expression well. This time, the Planeswalker would teach Julian to embrace not what was dark and deserved; but what was necessary. |
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| Mash_Potato | Feb 27 2011, 07:10 PM Post #19 |
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As a member of the faceless mob shattered into dust and ashes against the pews, the rest of them disintegrated with him. Just as suddenly as they had arrived, they had departed, in a puff of swirling smoke and char. It became silent, almost peaceful, no more stench of smoke and blood, no more bloodthirsty cries. It was as though he were in the eye of a storm, a restless peace that was soon to be broken. The dust settled and his world came back together. The blood was still pounding in his Julian's but the red haze was lifting. He found himself amongst ruins and tattered paper which rustled in the light breeze. His eyes fell on a solitary figure. A girl. A japanese girl who was small and petite yet somehow larger that life. Her silver hair would glow brilliantly in the light and her heart would glow even brighter in total darkness. The broken shafts of golden sunlight revealed her anguished expression. Her choked, jagged breaths masked her whimpers of agony. Julian rushed to her and knelt by her side. "Akira, what happened?" His voice spills forth its concern and yet he knew he would get no reply. She was wounded beyond anything he had seen before. He carefully lifted her head and shoulder so that it rested on his knees. He brushed away a strand of her hair and wiped away a smear of blood across her cheek. Her eyes widened and there seemed to be fear in them, but only for a second before a stab of pain caused her to wince and look away. Julian knew why she was afraid... This thing that he had become. It was something that she had seen before but it was different this time, Julian knew who he was and what he was doing, he just looked different. He picked up her hand with the greatest of care. Those small fragile fingers were weak and shaking. Warmth spread out from his hand... And nothing happened... Too much time had passed. *THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!* What was the point if he couldn't do anything. Tears of frustration welled in his eyes and as he opened them to the sight of Akira's silent plea he realised he was wrong. There was something he could do. He wept an ocean of sorrow in the few tears that streaked down his face. Quietly, in a broken voice he whispered, "One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die." Slowly, she closed her eyes as the light faded. Julian held her close to his heart and waves of remorse and sorrow broke on the shores of frustration. He wept till he felt he would drown in his tears but slowly his emotions evaporated until his heart felt dry and hard. |
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| HazzaH | Feb 28 2011, 03:27 PM Post #20 |
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And there it was. The board laid bare before Illtist, and looked upon what he had wrought with mind fire and wicked hands; and he was pleased. There was but one last tug of the strings to pull and everything would fall right into place. He'd not been giving too much attention to the medical ward around him; the brain washed nurse having relocated the sleeper man to another room. Illtist's Remnant's flocked back to him as he operated, passing through him to deposit fresh new memories just stolen from the hapless drones in the hospital's lower floors. Steel claws twitch in the half gloom as they passed on through Julian's face as if made from the aether; dredging more recent memories to the surface. The memory of Akira flashed away, shrugged off like a restless dream. There, earlier this morning. Out for a spot to eat. That would be the moment. Just as Julian had tossed the sandwich wrapper before setting off back to his work. As he crossed just before the icy drop off zones in front of the hospital; there was a flicker of black metal and the furious sound of break discs screeching before the impact. Thee boy had a wide vocabulary of car crash wounds and Illtist found the meaty thuds easily from his own memory collection, placing them delicately. And then he wiped Julian's memory of everything else. Of Mr. Matsumoto, the clueless nurse, the bed sores, the searing pain. Illtist pulled tight the cloths of Julian's spirit, threaded with it's own hazy deceits, planning for the boy to believe a car had simply pulled into the hospital too fast, striking him. A few finishing touches and it was done. Without cognitive thought, Illtist had been skewering pieces of clipped memories on spines, protruding from his upper arms and chest. They writhed weakly, giving in to the Planeswalker's will. He placed each carefully in their own glass jars, drawing them off the spikes with his pincer hands. The sun light was slanting through drawn blinds by now as early evening approached. It had taken some time, and he gingerly sat in a visitors chair beside the bed; his Remnants undoing the restraints before floating back to join his Dimensional Coat. One stopped above Julian's head, taking it by the head and slamming it against the iron bar behind. A bump to cover the illusion of a car accident. The final Remnant slipped back into the pitch black coat and Illtist waited for the boy to awaken. |
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| Mash_Potato | Mar 1 2011, 02:20 PM Post #21 |
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Julian slowly opened his eyes. His vision blurred before eventually coming into focus. The first thing he noticed was how much his head hurt and his body ached. The car accident had really pulled a number on him. He strained to get up, just to look at how battered he was but winced with the pain and laid back down to rest. "Hi there," said a friendly nurse. "I'm the ward sister. I'm just going to ask you a few question, is that okay?" Considering how he was in the neurology ward, she wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't understand what she was saying. "Sure," Julian replied numbly. The nurse smiled. She asked a few brief questions and filled in a form as standard proceedure dictated. This patient would be discharged soon, but only after 24 hours, just to be on the safe side. Even though he was currently lying in a hospital bed, he felt somehow that he was more in control, more sure of himself than he had been in a while. As he glanced around the room, his reflection off the metal bar caught his attention. His wings were black and his eyes were red, his build was more mature and muscular. He broke out into a smile. Seems he had been right about this year from the start: things were going to be different. |
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| HazzaH | Mar 1 2011, 04:57 PM Post #22 |
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"I see not even a concussion can dampen your spirit." Illtist had been sitting quietly in the small, plastic visitors chair; previously obscured by the dotting nurse as she berated Julian with her questions and pieces of paper. Illtist had inwardly scoffed at such bureaucracy, but not let it show. He adjusted himself in the chair; assuming he'd have caught the now fully awakened boy's attention. He rose to his full, though not quite so imposing height and strode over the meter or so to the bed side. He plucked the medical chart from a side bar and perused it. "How fortunate you are, Mr. Anders, to be run down at the door to a hospital." Illtist placed the board down stiffly, letting it hang off the bed side for the next inspector. His gaze now directly on Julian, while the nurse hurried about in the periphery attending different sheets and the other, more unconscious patients. Withdrawing a red steel fob watch out of one of his many chain ladened pockets, Illtist popped the locking clasp with a spring loaded chime, giving a discontent sigh at the time. He closed the shining cover and replaced the time piece. "You have been out for quite some time. Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?" There was more weight and substance to that question then Illtist would wager Julian to realize. |
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| Mash_Potato | Mar 2 2011, 07:57 AM Post #23 |
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The man that was addressing Julian was a bit of a puzzle to figure out. He looked to be 30 something and yet had white hair... Perhaps too much time spent in a hospital?... He was really quite easy to miss and yet now that Julian had noticed him, there was a sense of quiet control. "How fortunate you are, Mr Anders, to be run down at the door to a hospital," he said whilst perusing the medical chart. "Well, at least I wasn't hit by the ambulance, THAT would have been ironic," Julian said with a smile before wincing in pain. Hospital policy dictated that doctors wear white coats, even the interns and medical students. Perhaps he was simply trying to be friendly, but really it wasn't helping that this new acquaintance was invading privacy and confidential information. "You have been out for quite some time. Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?" He asked after referring to his pocket watch. Julian noted his choice of timekeeping with approval. A briton of class and breeding perhaps? In any case, he thought it prudent to watch and wait. "Hmm, I think... I was coming back into the hospital to uh..." Julian paused, noone else was supposed to know about his extra-curricular activities. "look for someone, one of the nurses, just to say thank you for helping me out with some studies." And paused for a moment. "Umm, who are you, might I ask? Are you ill?..." |
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| HazzaH | Mar 2 2011, 05:37 PM Post #24 |
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"I'm a specialist, recently arrived in the city. I'm here on a kind of... "" Illtist paused, a smile curling at the corners of his lips as he clutched just the right word, "sabbatical you could say. I'm here using the facilities to further my work. It's terribly difficult to find some of the resources I require at time." He took a step back and gave a small bow to Julian, a slight gesture but one with a air of respect. Even to his test subjects, Illtist commanded a sense of civility. "As to who, my name is Illtist Fray. Alchemist, scholar and traveler; among other things." He gave a warm smile as he spoke, understanding it to give ease in the current situation. He did not wish aggravate any mental duress from the surgery. While he did not fully yet understand the boy's physiology, whether truly angelic or simply some mutant strain of human being, he knew a concussion when he caused one. "It's good you are so attentive after your accident." The nurse by now was standing at the side line, waiting for Illtist to finish; implanted memories holding tight the idea he was of authority here, and she wouldn't dare question a memory like that, now would she? |
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| Mash_Potato | Mar 6 2011, 12:11 PM Post #25 |
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Ah... That all made sense, it seemed all quite legitimate although, there were just a few details that still seemed a little off... There was no visitor's identification card, but the way tghe nurse waited on him helped to keep his story tight. Hyakuji did have a lot of specialized and unique equipment, information, people and test subjects after all. The man gave a respectful bow but for some odd reason he had neglected to apologise for the rather abrupt intrusion. Julian's opinion of the man kept dancing the line between approval and disapproval. There was much to be admired and yet somehow it seemed a little offish. "As to who, my name is Illtist Fray. Alchemist, scholar and traveler; among other things." he said. Hmm, Illtist... The name sounded so familiar, like a dream brushed away long before waking reality snatched one from the haze of sleep or the lyrics of a song that is believed to be familiar only once it is heard. "It's good you are so attentive after your accident." "Well, I dunno if I'm entirely well. Things do feel a bit offish. I suppose a concussion does that to a person doesn't it?" Julian smiled. The nurse by now was standing at the side line, waiting for Illtist to finish. There it was again... Nurses never waited on the side line for doctors unless called for. They simply went to the ward stations to do some administration or went about their usual activities managing the ward. There seemed to be something odd about the nurse. It was more a feeling than an observable action or emotion. In any case it was probably best to simply get well and be discharged as soon as it possible. "Nice to meet you Mr?... Dr?... Fray. Is there anything wrong or will I be discharged soon?" Julian asked politely |
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| HazzaH | Mar 7 2011, 01:37 PM Post #26 |
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Illtist gave a thoughtful expression, as if deciding how best to continue the conversation. His smile dimmed a little, realizing he'd have to implant memories into some of the other hospital staff to keep this illusion alive. "Oh, I'm sure you shan't be too long here. A day at the most. The doctor will be with you momentarily I am sure. " He gave a look to the nurse; who snapped to attention with a bright smile and turned about face, drawing the cubical curtains behind her to give the two some privacy. "To be quiet honest, I'm here to conduct a little business. An offer for some collaborative work; particularly with someone of your," Illtist gave a pause, giving weight to which word would appeal most to the psyche he'd just sifted through with his bare hands. ",talents." was the word he finally settled on. Digging into one of his right side hip pockets, he draw out a deep grey pocket watch, it's chain elaborate hands clasped together while it's face was fingers thread together like a lipless beast's mouth. In that moment he implanted one of the memory golems directly int the watch, it's form melding to suit whatever empty space there was to occupy; it;s possession ceasing the mechanism within completely. "Considering your current state however, I couldn't impose such ideas on you. Think of this as my calling card." He took a step over, placing the dull time piece on the bed side table. He turned then, taking his stride out of the curtains shelter. "When you are well and rested, do contact me. Simply wind the mechanism at the top two turns clockwise, three anti-clockwise and I shall appear in due course. Until then, good day to you Mr. Anders. " And with that, Illtist was gone. His heavy boots still echoing against the floor until the one sound left were distance heart monitors and the rustle of the curtains in the early evening wind. Edited by HazzaH, Mar 7 2011, 01:38 PM.
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