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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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| Fin | Mar 10 2011, 01:45 PM Post #1 |
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Winter is nearing it's end, and the snows have all but melted away into the depth of the unknowns under the streets, or evaporated to the high skies up above to join their brothers in the making clouds that are basically gigantic clumps of water vapor. But we're not here to talk about the majestic heavens. We're here to tell a story about something a bit closer to earth. At a fairly dull street in the suburban district of Hyakuji, in particular. The sun shone dimly through the sky dotted with clumps of thin little clouds. There was a gentle breeze that swept through the streets, blowing some of yesterday's newspapers across the sidewalk and some skirts along the way, easily drawing the attention of a couple of passing male teenagers. Every now and then a car would rumble along the road, and some random people would shuffle into the scene, giving some sort of distraction and a little liveliness to the otherwise bland and quiet atmosphere. At one side of the street, there were at least a few people taking their leisure time loitering around. A sixteen year old boy with red spiky hair wearing an aviator and a sea blue jacket was chewing on a gum, staring out towards the infinity, rocking his head lightly following the tune of the music that came from the earphone in his ear, connected to an iPod in his pocket. A few yards away was a bespectacled man around his twenties with a bowl-cut hair, wearing a dark sea green suit with a striped tie, his face buried in a thick and difficult-looking book and a sling bag was at his feet. Just a few meters away was a burly man in a singlet and track suit, over his shoulder was a duffel bag and on his face was a grumpy expression as he remembered the locked door to the gym and the fact that he had been waiting for the bus for over an hour already. And just a few meters at the other side of the teen with the iPod was a man around his thirties, crouching over an open violin case with a violin in his hand. "Are you... really sure about that...?" At the other side of the street a woman with long blond hair held back by a head band, a maroon scarf wrapped around her neck, wearing a pine green coat and she was carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in another. With a look of incredulity on her face she approached a bench currently occupied by a... sixteen year old boy. Well, that is his true identity, but from how he's dressed one might as well assume him to be the stalker that was on the wanted list in last night newsflash. He was wearing three layers of turtle-necked double-breasted coat, a pair of shades, a baseball cap and a mask over his mouth and nose. Overall he looked particularly shady, imposing and generally suspicious, the very opposite effect that Seth wanted the 'disguise' to have. But he doesn't seem to even notice the weird stares people have been giving him all this time as they passed his crossed-arm and straight-backed figure sitting on the bench, since he was preoccupied with whatever he was preoccupied with at the other side of the street. "Uhm..." The blond woman muttered nervously. "Hey, I got you a drink," She wondered why had she bought him a hot drink, seeing as it must be pretty darn hot in that... 'disguise'. Seth disguising? Intriguing. I suppose it's prime time to reveal the whole story. Lately there had been a number of small outbreaks from various random citizen. Sometimes done solo, sometimes in a group. However, when all of them were captured and brought to questioning, all of them gave the same answer: "I... I don't know...?" Naturally, it stumped the police. And this is where Freda Lincoln came in, one of the victims of the so-called involuntary berserk group. Quite unlike the others, this particular one have at least an inkling of who the suspect really was. Trouble is, she couldn't exactly find the real culprit all by herself, so she had decided to enlist the help of the local detective agency. Why Seth, though... he doesn't even look that reliable. She thought, as she peered curiously at the non-responding Seth. "Uhm... hello~! I got you something~" Seeing as he had plugs stuffed in his ears, he couldn't even hear her, leaving him to stare intently at the other side of the street, causing a certain person to stare back uneasily at him. Quite annoyed at being ignored... "...HOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!!!" He jumped from the bench with a loud yell as the cups filled with scalding hot water was pressed up his face. The resultant over-reaction caused him to knock the cup off her hand. It flew gracefully through the air and... landed right on his head, dousing him in scalding hot coffee, eliciting even more painful yelp from him as he threw his entire head gear off. Back to the other side of the street... Maybe he's worrying too much. Edited by Fin, Mar 10 2011, 08:30 PM.
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| Ravager Hughesy | Mar 22 2011, 11:25 PM Post #2 |
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Tyson Gale was walking--actually more like jingling because of his wallet chain and just the general huge amounts of metal jewelry he was wearing--down the sidewalk casually inspecting the town he had just moved to. He had his hands resting in the pockets of his half-zipped hoodie when he heard someone shout loudly across the street. Ty turned and looked at the scene just in time to see some suspicious looking, riled up guy throwing his hat on the ground. Ty pushed his aviators down and looked over them to get a better view of the situation. An empty paper cup was settling on the ground. Judging by the guy's reaction, said contents, probably hot, had somehow just been spilled on his head. Ty wagered the woman standing next to him had gotten angry and poured it on him. Ty suppressed a chuckle, but couldn't hide the grin. Ty pushed his aviators back up. He figured he'd go get a closer look at it all. He crossed the street quickly and pointedly. He threw himself into a bench close to the bickering couple and rested his arms across the entire back of the bench, regardless of the fact that there was another man already sitting there on Ty's right. Ty pitched his voice low, took off his aviators with his left hand and turned to the man. "You lookin' for some fun tonight, sexy?" Ty said as sexily as he could. The man's eyes widened and he quickly got up and left. Ty put his glasses back on and proceeded to take up the entire bench back with both arms with a sense of success. He made to look up at the sky, daydreaming after a long day at school, but cut his eyes at the couple, hoping to see more. After all, this was the most amusing thing he had seen all day. ((Disclaimer: I'm aware they're not a couple. Ty's not.)) |
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| Kaloo | Mar 23 2011, 10:53 AM Post #3 |
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Despite the fact that he was hardly in any sorta shape to get in a fight Spike was still walking the street like he was all that. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his long jacket was just tossed over his shoulders, concealing his damaged arms. Always on the lookout for some free entertainment he sat down on the bench between the guy with the violin and the... rather strange person he wasn't sure how to react to. After a few moments he recalled that he didn't like classical music, much less violins. and turned to the person who was trying to drop a bad pick up line on an older gentleman. What a brave thing to do. Spike approved of the straight forward approach, but the 'sexy voice' was more of an irritant. A man should act like a man after all. If he were trying to pick up an older gent! ... Spike didn't normally go off on tangential fantasies. He lost track of his direction already. He turned his focus to the man who burnt his head. That was a weak course to He should have stayed his tongue and took it like a man. Well, Spike thought that but it was hardly easy to not scream when you hurt yourself. He'd weeped after that woman's attack after all. But the man quickly regained his focus on the other side of the road. Spike followed his line of sight and looked to the other side of the road as well. Spike wondered why Seth was watching this person so intently. He couldn't help but watch too. Maybe it would be something interesting. |
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| Fin | Mar 24 2011, 03:11 AM Post #4 |
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The man with the glasses reading the book paid no attention to the 'couple'. He was more interested in whatever sort of difficult materials he could get from the book he was holding. The sixteen years old kid with the iPod was watching the two with mild interest, though his head was too full with some anonymous jamming and rapping to be paying attention to anything else. The muscly man simply stood there, still sulking about the late bus. And the man with the violin... took out his violin. Leaving the case open, he stood up, resting the violin on his shoulder, and his chin on the chinrest. He placed the bow on the strings, and began... playing. From the other side of the street... "Oh shit," Seth's face turned to a look of alarm. Completely forgetting all about the scalding liquid all over his head, he dug into his coat pocket and drew out a pair of earplugs, that he immediately shoved inside Freda's ears, much to her surprise and chagrin. "H-hey! What are you doing?!" She yelled out angrily, the rise in her voice was caused by her own incorrect judgment of her own voice level due to the ear plug. Naturally, she attracted quite a lot of attention from the other side of the street, except maybe for the violinist. "Ssh! Pay attention to them!" He held a finger urgently over his mouth, glancing at the other side of the street, watching... The music was serene and soft. The gentle breeze seemed to dance along with the melody of the fantastic play by the street performer, gently caressing the mind and imagination of anyone capable of listening to it. They would be thrown into a world of vast plain, where the sun shone brightly in the blue sky patched with little white clouds. There was no worries, no despair, no irritation. Just calmness, quietness, the sense of freedom... emptiness... and the violinist finished playing. The bespectacled man snapped his book shut. The burly man dropped his duffel bag. The kid with the iPod watched the two with curiosity. The violinist paid them no attention. There was silence for a single beat. BOOM!!! It was the only noticeable event in a string of events that happened simultaneously, all at once, without any warning. The burly man had all of a sudden raised his foot high into the air and slammed it hard on the ground, raising a huge slab of rock in front of him, which he then punched with tremendous force, throwing it at high speed right towards the two alleged couple. The bespectacled man stood in his seat, but he had ripped his book apart, tearing it along the spine letting loose a cascade of pages from the book. The pages fluttered to the ground, before they all suddenly flew around the man, as though they were being blown around by a gust of precisely directed wind. They orbited the man a few times before hovering into a stop. Each and every single one of the five hundred thirty seven pages folded itself into a paper airplane, that then instantly rained down on the shocked couple. The kid with the iPod simply stared at them, having fallen to the ground out of surprise at the sudden show of force and hostility by the two. The violinist held the violin with a look of surprise and fear on his face. Almost immediately he stashed the violin into the case and closed the lid with a clean satisfactory snap. Not long after that the sane two immediately scampered from the scene, unwilling to take part in next morning's news headlines of 'civilians violently murdered by paper cuts and flying concretes'. Running at high speed away from the crime scene, the real culprit had a smirk plastered on his face. |
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| Ravager Hughesy | Mar 24 2011, 03:43 PM Post #5 |
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Ty looked over at the violinist. He relaxed and, though no one could see it, his eyes became heavily lidded; not out of exhaustion, but relaxation. Ty was a sucker for a good piece of music. Ty found himself with his eyes closed and swaying back and forth and side to side in rhythm with the violinist. All in all he was making a big spectacle of himself. BOOM!!! Ty opened his eyes and immediately stopping swaying. He scowled in his anger and looked over at the source of the sound. His look of anger and irritation quickly turned into one of shock. A chunk of the ground and a bunch of paper planes were flying at the couple. And then suddenly Ty just disappeared. Invisibly, he ran for the couple and made to grab them and yank them across the sidewalk, well out of the way of the airplanes and the concrete. Edited by Ravager Hughesy, Mar 24 2011, 03:43 PM.
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| Kaloo | Mar 24 2011, 11:44 PM Post #6 |
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The sudden fit of aggression from the burly and bespectacled men totally threw off Spike, who completely failed to so much as notice the Violinist so calmly leaving. "Tch. So I guess even a couple old guys messing with a couple is a disaster in this place." Spike threw himself out of the seat and to his feet. His eyes fell on the man who sent the ground flying. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew there was nothing he could do about the paper plane power. Why he thought he could stop a rock slab was anyone's guess. Spike bolted in front of the slab and faced it directly. He couldn't really help himself in this sort of situation. It wasn't like he was going to let that sort of thing pass by him. Spike's leg rose in front of him. A heart beat. The slab came into range. "GYAHHH!" He slammed his leg forward with the force he could muster and... Was slammed into by a large slab of rock, throwing back his leg and knocking his breath out of him. Not to mention sending him sailing back, and slamming right into the bench the 'couple' sat in. So, both the planes were hit to set him as well, and with all likelihood he'd completely failed to so much as divert the rock either. |
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| Fin | Mar 25 2011, 09:53 PM Post #7 |
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There wasn't any time to react. Everything happened so suddenly. Seth and Freda could only stand there dumbfounded, staring into the depths of imminent deat- "Uuaah!!!" Freda gave a loud yelp as she suddenly felt something yanking her by the arm away from the collision course of danger. Caught by surprise she didn't have the mind to take Seth with her as well, leaving him to stand there glancing at her side, wondering what had elicited the gasp from- Without warning something struck him like a wrecking ball, knocking the air out of him and swept him off his feet, causing him to crash backward into the bench he sat on just a few moments ago. Slightly disoriented by the hit it took him a moment to realize that the 'wrecking ball' was actually a spiky haired guy, who for some reason was flying through the air right into him. Where did he came from, Seth wondered... NO TIME FLYING ROCK IN THE WAY. "Excuse me!" Seth pushed the spiky haired person off from him and stood up, facing the giant flying slab of rock before-SMASH!!! The slab of rock disintegrated into pieces as Seth rammed a fist right at the middle of it like a hydraulic piston, leaving nothing behind but a dozen pieces of smaller chunks flying past him harmlessly. While that's out of the way, there's still a torrent of super-hardened paper airplanes raining down on them! Groaning slightly Freda pushed herself off from the ground, having lost her balance after being pulled away by some unknown force. Maybe the divine world from above was on her side for once? "Oh, DAMN!" She gave a loud yell, having came around just in time to see Seth push aside a random unknown spiky haired kid and blew the crap off a giant flying slab of rock. Okay, so maybe she had underestimated him a bit... But she knew that even he can't fend off against five hundred flying projectiles all at once. She needs to step in. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the general direction just in front of Seth. Her pupils turned fiery red. Then, her eyes shot open. All at once all the paper airplanes that got within three meters from Seth burst into flames, shriveled and and dropped down to the ground as a harmless lump of hot ash. Now that the target's been neutralized, "Seth! We got him! It IS the guy with the violin!" She yelled out to him. "Got it!" He replied with a thumbs up, and began stripping off the excessive amount of coats he was wearing. It'd greatly hinder his movement, and he wants to be able to move as much as possible if he's gonna give chase to an elusive criminal. "I'm trusting you to get these guys back to normal!" He said, now in his usual black sweater. He dashed off to the direction where the violinist had went. "Wait, what?! Hey, WAIT!" She called out to him, receiving only a wave in return. "Well that sucks. Sure, leave me to babysit two troublesome babies! And you!" She shouted, pointing at the spiky haired boy. "Get out of here, things are going to get messy. I don't want no more casualties," |
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| Ravager Hughesy | Mar 25 2011, 10:38 PM Post #8 |
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Ty grimaced as he missed Coat Guy's arm by a bit. Not that it mattered since Coat Guy just pushed some big guy off him AND broke a slab of concrete flying at him into tiny pieces with his fist in a matter of seconds. Ty's mouth gaped in surprise. He knew Hyakuji was crawling with metahumans, but he had assumed that everyone's powers would be mind-centric like his own. Super strength was one of the last things Ty had ever expected to see. Shaking off the shock, Ty looked at the blond. She closed her eyes and when she opened them they looked funny. Next thing Ty knew, five hundred paper airplanes suddenly burst into fire and turned to ash. His mouth gaped again. Ty was scratched the back of his head. "Mother fucker," he said plain as day. He shook his head and steeled himself against further metahuman-y surprises and jogged over to the concrete guy, keeping himself completely silent by way of Ty blew on the man's ear as he put a hand on the man's shoulder. "You dick!" Ty said quietly. "You ruined my fun!" Raw pain arced through the man's body and Ty kicked the man and Ty kicked him in the back as hard as he could before making a point to move the fuck away really fast in case the man decided to use general area of Ty's voice for target practice. |
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| Kaloo | Mar 26 2011, 02:51 PM Post #9 |
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Despite the simple fact that he deserved to be looked down on Spike refused to listen to some girl telling him to get out of the way. He didn't care if she thought it was dangerous. And he sure as hell wasn't some troublesome baby! "Why don't you get out of here then lady." "'Cause I sure as hell ain't runnin' away." Spike rose back to his feet, a lot slower than he usually moved. He was pleasantly surprised to find his legs were still in good shape. And with that decided he ran straight at the man who sent the hundreds of paper planes flying. He still wasn't totally sure what was going on, but it was that guy and the guy who sent to rock slab flying who were causing the trouble here. As he ran he braced himself for the inevitable cuts from all on the planes. If that kind of thing would turn him aside though, then he was just a coward. Spike maintained his blind confidence and covered his throat with his casted left arm. Spike's run changed to a dash. He was going to tackle the Glasses Guy to the ground. |
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| Fin | Mar 28 2011, 01:08 AM Post #10 |
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"Hey, WAIT! DAMMIT!!!" Her warning was simply cast aside as Spike immediately jumped to his feet and started charging towards the bespectacled man, with full intention to tackle him to the ground, completely ignoring the impending paper cut apocalypse that would be unleashed right at... him? All at once, the remaining rigid paper airplanes zipped past him, ignoring the assailant who was going for their controller in preference to Freda, like a swarm of mad angry bees. The bespectacled man stood there, his eyes open yet completely devoid of any sign of life. One strange thing about this was that he didn't even acknowledge the existence of the spiky haired boy charging straight at him. What do you do? She didn't quite anticipate this. She was surprised that the bespectacled man chose to target her instead of someone who poses a much greater threat to him within the time frame. Isn't that kind of going against a human's survival instinct? "Shit..." The burly man wouldn't have reacted to Ty's presence, even if he wasn't invisible. He had his attention directed to the road where Seth had ran off to, and he was even preparing to go after him. He would have made more than a few meters too, if it wasn't for the fact that, all of a sudden, without any plausible visible sensible reasoning, pain surged through his entire body causing him to stop in his track, grabbing his head and groaning loudly, before falling to his knees and then to the ground, unconscious. Edited by Fin, Mar 28 2011, 09:48 PM.
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| Ravager Hughesy | Mar 28 2011, 01:30 AM Post #11 |
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Ty saw the man clutch his head in his peripheral vision. He turned his head to look at the man as the man fell-- --and tripped over his own two feet. "HOSHI--" Ty hit the ground with jarring force. So much force, in fact, it blasted his concentration to smithereens. The illusion keeping him invisible shattered. Literally. Ty rubbed his scraped palms. He looked down and saw he was visible again. "...Shit," Ty mumbled. Ty looked at the burly man to mask sure he was still unconscious. For good measure, Ty jogged over and kicked the man in the head. The man will probably have one hell of a headache when he wakes up. Ty changed his attention to the bespectacled man. "And you're no worse!" he said quietly. Then Ty noticed the man was still flinging planes around. Ty concentrated on the man and the distracting roaring sound the man was about to get. Ty sent the sound to the man and began running. Once in arm's reach (if he ever got there), Ty employed the a similar tactic on the man as he did on the other man. He touched the man's arm and thought Orgasm. The man would, sure enough, experience a very distracting pleasurable sensation that 61% of men engage in. Mentally. Not physically. |
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| Kaloo | Mar 30 2011, 10:16 AM Post #12 |
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Spike scoffed at the glasses guy. Who did he think he was? How dare he completely ignore Spike's offensive. "You're going to regret that!" Spike didn't know anything about the guy's brainwashing or anything of course. He just thought he was a cocky asshole. That was the sort of thing he encountered in his world. Spike angled himself slightly and slammed himself into the Glasses guy's torso shoulder first. It wasn't any sort of visually impressive move. He was just trying to knock the guy to the ground. He'd figure out what to do from there. |
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| Fin | Mar 30 2011, 01:20 PM Post #13 |
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He didn't even budge. He didn't even acknowledge either of their existence. It's like both of them didn't even exist. The only thing that was in his mind was his goal, his objective, his target. He stood up, with full intention to close the distance between them so that he could finish his job quickly- He was sent flying backwards by the tackle, and back into the bench he was sitting on. He probably didn't even realize the hand of another person narrowly missing his own. The bespectacled man landed with a dull thud. He sat there motionless for a few moments, before- Obstacles... interference... Annoying. He raised his dead looking eyes, staring at the two in front of him with a little trace of annoyance. The two are getting into his way of attaining peace and quiet. He was sure, very sure... if he takes out the girl in front of him, he'd be able to rest for once... it's so close, yet so far...! All of a sudden the wind kicked up violently, circling the man like a mini-typhoon. He stood up, raising his both of his arm upwards like a conductor. The gale blew upwards, becoming stronger and stronger every seconds. Then, all of a sudden he brought his hands down, quite literally shooting off a massive blast of air right at the new duo, with as much force as a cannon. Her eyes glowed bright red, and all at once the paper airplanes going straight at her combusted simultaneously, leaving nothing but lumps of black crusts spattering the grounds around her. But it wasn't long before she realized something was wrong, as the burned up papers was suddenly blown off by a powerful gust of wind. |
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| Ravager Hughesy | Apr 2 2011, 09:01 PM Post #14 |
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Ty grimaced when he missed the aeromancer because some retard tackled him. Instead of berating the retard like he normally would, Ty turned to slam his palm on the aeromancer's face and execute the same illusion he had intended to before. But before Ty could begin his attack, the aeromancer began doing his aeromancer thing. As raised his hand, the wind began getting stronger. Ty had a general idea of where this was going and backed away quickly. Regrettably, it wasn't quick enough. When the air was turned into a cannonball, Ty was caught by the strong draft and spun in a 360. He stopped and clutched his head, trying to reorient himself. After a brief moment of standing there swaying, Ty made to readjust his aviators. They weren't there. Instead, they were on the ground behind Ty, lenses down. Anger raged inside Ty. He quickly closed the gap between himself and the aeromancer and punched the aeromancer in the face while activating his powers once more. Instead of pleasure, Ty veered to the other end of the spectrum and employed the same tactic he had with the terramancer. |
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| Kaloo | Apr 2 2011, 09:41 PM Post #15 |
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"Ha ha!" Spike was happy with his attack. You couldn't always manage that sorta knock-back. The enemy wasn't moving. He'd won the fight with a single blow. That was good. He always saw the fights going that way in his image training. At least his image training against the enemies he'd fought before. Then the guy came back too and the wind started whipping around. Wind huh? That was a bit disappointing. He'd thought the power was paper airplanes. That was a way better power. If Spike had a trick he'd have hoped it was something like that. Killer paper planes. Then the wind turned forward and the burst came at them. Spike, being a real man, did not dodge. He turned and punched the air. It did nothing of value. He was blown away, knocked down and slammed into the ground. His head bludgeoned against the street. But he quickly stood back up. |
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