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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 | Mar 9 2011, 06:30 PM Post #1 |
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The night had drawn over Hyakuji hours ago already, but the city still hummed with a bright yellow glow. Like the high rise building; the radiance reached up over brick work and sheer glass walls that reflected the world and made the city seem endless in late evening hues of orange and yellow and flashes brilliant diode white with the corner turn of passing cars. It had rained just a little earlier, something to cool the rising heat of nightlife. Between the distance thump of club music and the hub-bub of the pub crowds only just leaving was the steady drip of the still damp town. Among all activity, devoid of street cats and grim, stood the city hall of Hyakuji. During the day, this powerful white washed building housed the administrative staff that kept the cit running correctly. By the incandescents of street lights it was hollow building. Lifeless and concrete. Even the architecture, butchered from Roman history, smacked of ancient emptiness. The only sign of life was the every-so-often shadows that sometimes passed by the windows, first the lower stories, moving up. Then: nothing for a while; before it repeats. Illtist had been watching the place for quite some time now. 3 or 4 hours. He'd sent out his Remnants to scout, scoping out the entire building before they phased through to understand it's structure entirely. Two guards and a late working archivist where the only night staff it seemed, the guards lazy and impatient to get home and sleep. It was well past midnight now, soon it would be time to move. |
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| Dominique | Mar 9 2011, 07:32 PM Post #2 |
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It's often noted that things that you heavily rely on sometimes go unappreciated until you no longer have it at your disposal and while Lynn Monroe could never be accused of taking for granted the parents who had so lovingly immersed her in a world of fascinating scholarly and extroverted pursuits it was easy to see how much more respect they deserved now that she no longer had them around. The clickety-clack of a young girl's two-wheeled suitcase rumbled behind her along the sidewalk amidst the vague streetlamp washed sidewalks. She reflected on these things as she stopped before another telephone pole, taking a sheet from a stack of papers nestled in her free arms and tacking it gently to its surface with a staple gun. It was with some fortune and great appreciation that her father had once again come through for her in securing a nearby venue in anticipation of her first magic show on foreign soil. advertising, however, he'd left up to her. Lynn couldn't help but feel that it was perhaps fairly easy for him to pretend stuff like that didn't take any effort when his agent slapped his likeness on a forty foot long billboard surrounded by light bulbs the size of his sleazy, double-talking butt. But nonetheless no amount of small, ignorant oversights would stand completely in her way. So she had taken to the free medium so oft loved by the owner's of missing pets and frats looking to sell an old couch. Whether or not this would be any kind of effective however, even during the most active time of the night for party goers remained to be seen. For now, it seemed she'd landed herself square in the center of downtown where the small government offices up to city hall itself sat nestled between a seedy dive bar and what was probably a strip club. At least in the back half anyhow. Not that any of this stuff would serve to frighten a Vegas girl. However despite a laudable awareness and thus casual attitude towards ordinary hooligans, something quite peculiar did catch her that managed to give her great pause. Something that, since coming to Hyakuji was surprising her less and less now that she thought about it. There was something off about the shadows. Not in the 'oh I could swear I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye' kind of off, but more in the 'this building was recently finagled by something of the magical persuasion'. It wasn't especially attuned to her aura-sensing, but there were blurs in the structure where something had passed through it. "...Cooooool." Lynn murmured, her feet urging her to get a closer look. It was a government building though, it was probably illegal to go snooping around, even outside or something. Still, she stood and stared for a bit, attempting to sort through a wealth of encyclopedic magical knowledge stored in her head. Clearly some kind of shadow magic, judging by the distortion. It was probably an ignorance bias, but it was probably western, maybe early Christian. Lynn set down the fliers, and took a seat on top of her suitcase to get a better, more focused look. Holding up her two hands, she formed a box with the thumb and pointer fingers of her two hands, closing one eye to really get a fix on the things. This was a pretty good way to test her aura-sensing. |
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| HazzaH | Mar 10 2011, 02:34 PM Post #3 |
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The Remnants nestled into the building snugly now, phasing into the very walls. They prowled about in the dark places, spectral forms of grey and tattered cloth barely visible in the gloom of the offices. The only light in each room came from the well lit hall ways, pouring in from fire windows, and the quick movement of flash lights from the patrolling guards. For such an imposing idol of authority, the place was remarkably easy to enter after business hours. At least, it seemed that way to Illtist. Of course h'd been to dimensions where buildings of importance had no windows or doors and the only way to enter was to be born inside it. They did things so lackadaisic here. From his alley way shadows Illtist had been trying to understand why anyone would put all the city's information in one, poorly protected building at the fringe of a less then reputable area. Did they think people would suddenly start to behave in it's presence? A fine idea, if the hall itself dispensed sudden and violent justice to passersby. Such ideas seemed well beyond whoever created this place. Though Illtist was not without concern. This was a city of very special things after all. The growing clicka-klakka of sidewalk against suitcase wheels had just begun to merge itself out of the background noise when it's sudden stop alerted Illtist. He'd not been spotted surely, still this far down the alley way across from the main administration building. He was keeping himself hidden, the adjacent buildings blocking his view for most of the street; so much so that the magic girl and her travel case of tricks were well out of his sight. Illtist decided he could ill afford to be paranoid at this point, sliding his hands into his pockets, and strolled out onto the pavement. The bright shine of orange street lights made every shadow seem stronger. He did not waste time, crossing over the speckled street, Illtist tapped up the terraced stairs leading to the main doors; his heavy boot steps dulled in the damp concrete and stone work floors. There had been an attempt he beautify the place, the low slope stair way divided by gardens, half filled with wood chips and an almost xenophobic collection of indigenous plants. Perhaps there was some subterfuge after all. A Remnant floated through one of the main doors, materializing to meet Illtist. It gave him a bow before it turned, as if welcoming the master of the house. Just as easily as the ghostling had, Illtist phased on through the door too, the wraith following behind. Within, the place was much cooler then outside. Without the humidity of the evaporating rains and the heat of the day long past; the vast entrance lobby was a pleasant, if very dark place. Long shadows of the marble pillars were cast from the wide yawning windows, sucking in the orange glow from the street. With the scouting of his memory golems, Illtist knew were most things where, and he settled in accordingly. Strolling over to the reception desk, he leaped over the counter, coat flaring behind him. He took a seat, powering on the tiny computer tucked away under the pine wood counter. This mite take a moment...ugh |
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| Dominique | Mar 11 2011, 08:20 AM Post #4 |
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Her fingers slowly lowering, Lynn began to notice something within the windows. Where before it had only been the odd flashlight-lit outline of the night watch, something in the dark had begun to stir in her visible spectrum. "That's...kinda suspicious..." She mused silently. She shouldn't be able to see anything without some kind of light source, but something was definitely in there. Something that no doubt was most magical in origin. Did even the night workers in Hyakuji use the supernatural in their work? It was a little difficult to believe and though Lynn rarely allowed herself to succumb to such things, there was something about it all that put her ill-at-ease. It was always best not to pry into these sorts of suspicious situations anyhow and member of Arcadia or not, she wasn't going to allow herself to get dragged into another battle with dark magic where she could flub it all up again. Deciding she had seen enough, the young magician swiftly stood up to leave, grasping the handle of her bottomless trunk with a mixture of rattled nerves and comfortable thoughts of her dorm back home. Lynn was fairly used to darkened city streets and suspicious things going on around her, but she knew better than most people what supernatural forces were capable of and that when they were hidden in the darkness like this it meant they didn't want to be messed with. Taking a few quick, nervous steps she was suddenly given pause again as a figure seemed to be crossing towards the front steps of the building. An imposing, leather-clad figure torn straight from some nerds DnD manual sauntered slowly, but confidently up the front stairs of the darkened government building. Coincidences weren't really Lynn's thing and around his rather well-built frame a shadowy aura floated, not unlike those she'd almost seen inside the building. Part of her was willing to accept this was probably just the new look for Japanese night guards or something. Sephiroth was probably still a really popular video game character around here and imposing to come across when trying to commit political espionage. However this open-minded thinking was probably just a terrible result of believing in magic in the first place. Not wanting to approach him, she considered turning around and heading back to head home the long way but he didn't seem to notice her presence. After he'd crossed her and reached the door, she started to walk past the entrance herself, suddenly compelled by morbid scholastic curiosity to turn her head and watch him as she passed. A poor discerned shadow floated from the door to meet him and after a moment, the two together passed through it, leaving the trace of shadow magic she had noticed before. Her gentle power-walk slowed to a halt for a third time as she stared at it, feeling a bit too much like Nancy Drew instead of her usual David Copperfield. It wasn't safe or smart to even consider doing what it was she considering. This was what Arcadia did though, right? They investigated this sort of stuff, but usually with other people's help and usually from the combat divisions. Maybe calling someone else would be prudent, but then maybe he'd be gone by the time they showed up. Lynn dropped her bag, knocking herself on the head in frustration as she battled against her own good sense and long-thought-dead cowardice. There was no time to think about it, he could be doing something terrible in there already! "Alright Lynn Monroe, you can do this." So long as she promised herself not to get physically involved, there was no reason she couldn't merely monitor the situation, maybe snap a few pictures or something and then get the hell out! Psyching herself up, she took a deep breath and snatched up her bag. Stealithy she crept over to the nearest window, looking inside to find an entrance. From inside she could already see the man sliding his way over the reception desk and going to town on the computer. A shadowy sorcerer hacker? That was kind of a unique concept and somehow a little less disarming than just some worshiper of darkness who wasn't possibly sifting through a politician's porn folder or something. Looking across the room, a janitor's closet sat inconspicuously to the side of the desk. Barely in his periphery and far enough away not to be too loud. Hopefully. Ducking out of the window Lynn flipped open her trunk reaching down deep for a moment before finding exactly what she was looking for. With a forced tug a large, rectangular box emerged from the abyssal suitcase all in all about the size of a person. Split into three sections, this was your typical magician's box, often seen in tricks like the Aztec lady or the dagger head illusion. Sliding it just out of sight behind the garden's hedges she quickly closed the trunk and held it close to her chest before stuffing herself into the cabinet and silently closing the door. Without revealing exactly how she'd done it, she was now inside. Lynn silently opened the door of the janitor's closet in which she now found herself (and seemed to be finding herself in such places more and more lately), the door making only the faintest click. The small sound was still enough to set her nerves on edge and she could feel herself trembling slightly as she struggled to control her breathing. From a short ways across the hall Lynn could see the man's dark coat, his ashen face lit dimly by the faint blue light of the computer screen. Dude was a creeper for sure and definitely up to now good. She was normally not the sort of person to typecast people but wall-phasing shadow magicians with long dark trench coats and ghostly minions just didn't walk by you every day buying groceries. Lynn reached into her own coat, the tile scuffing her knees little by little as she inched up to the crack in the door. Brandishing the camera function of her phone she made sure to zoom in on his face, letting the auto-focus work for a sec. It would be hard to get a really good picture without the flash, but she wasn't so dumb that she'd leave that on. Click. Turning the sound off might have been prudent too. Lynn felt herself freeze up for a moment, almost certain he was going to notice her, but too scared to immediately run away. |
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| HazzaH | Mar 12 2011, 07:30 AM Post #5 |
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That faintest sound of a door lock clicking from it's latch made the ghostly Remnant snap to attention. It darted it's hollow gaze over the wide entrance hall, narrowing in on the multitude of corridors and first floor offices that sprung off from even the lobby. Evidently space was at a premium even for government officials. Still, Illtist sighed at the grey blue glow of the computer screen. The sound he simple chalked up to the building settling or one of the guards making their way across the wings. They were scheduled to circumvent this area for another hour and, knowing it was safe, he continued his work. That is if you can call anything done by a computer that slow 'work.' It was still rebooting up it's garishly coloured operating system, illuminating the whole back area of reception desk with bright blue, red, yellow and green that defused into a grey so overbearing it even canceled out of Halloween orange pouring in from the street windows. By now his one Remnant had put the distant noise out of mind, taking it's place lazily hovering over Illtist's shoulder and watching him work. Finally the machine was ready and Illtist began to search for what he needed. He had considered doing this during the day, when he could have simply changed the memories of the receptionist and asked her; but to keep the trick up would require too many memory changes in too short a time. Too many links and too many chains to make this consistent. No, this would have to suffice. Illtist had only just found what he'd been searching for when there was another, far more interesting sound cracking the silent hall. He'd pulled up the achieve scheme for the building, mapping out storage for all sorts of public documents. He'd found what he sought when a brief, mechanical chirp sounded out. He barely heard it over the low hum of the computer next to him, but heard it he did. Yes there were surveillance cameras, but his Remnants would have taken care of those, wouldn't they? This was something else. He did not stir however, that wouldn't be prudent. Instead, he called several of the Remnants from the within the building to close in around the room, and search for whatever that noise was. He wasn't a very neurotic personality, but two sounds in just as many minutes was hardly something to ignore. Silently, without effort, the Remnants converged on the room, slide over within the walls hidden from plain sight. They peeked out into the corridors and locked up offices, yellow eye slits piercing through the dark. The Remnant over Illtist shoulder silently sunk back into his coat, disappearing. Illtist slowly drew himself up, shutting off the computer and straightening his waist coat and jacket. Whatever that sounds was, the Remnants could deal with it. The Planeswalker tucked back the receptionist chair under the desk, quietly as he could before turning about and proceeding down the east wing corridor, finding the downwards flight of stairs, half bright with flickering white phosphoresce. His big, silvering buckled boots tapped down, growing quieter with distance from the entrance hall, and the little broom closet the Remnants where still to reach. |
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