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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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| Fin | Apr 16 2011, 10:41 AM Post #31 |
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His play stopped immediately, not because he was sure of his success, but mostly because his hands had been fractured, twisted, crushed, basically deformed into something that doesn't even loon like a hand. Powerful blast of pain surges from the snapping bones, twisted tendons, and ripped muscles, forcing him to drop the bow, the violin, and himself down to his knees. He doubled up, staring at his hands in terror and rage. What the HELL IS GOING ON?!?! And then he saw him, someone next to him he was positive wasn't there before. His immediate deduction was simple, yet accurate. He's the one who did it. Just for the sake of taking revenge he turned to face Ty. He opened his mouth, and- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" Gave a powerful scream that sounded as though it had been amplified by a thousand amplifier, all concentrated towards a small area no bigger than a palm. The massive and dense shock wave was all directed towards Ty's torso. The very attack would feel, not like a powerful air cannon, but like a REAL cannon. Of course, there's no speeding metal ball but even so... He could have kept it up, he could have maxed it to the point where it could be powerful enough to punch through a tank's armor plating. Ty would have been killed if it wasn't for something wooden smashing into his skull HARD, cutting off his attack from getting any more destructive and caused him to kiss the ground the HARD way. |
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| Ravager Hughesy | Apr 16 2011, 12:39 PM Post #32 |
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Ty's chest swelled with satisfaction as the violinist stopped playing. Quicker than it looked like Ty should be able to move, he plucked the violin out of the air by the neck before it could crash to the ground and probably fracture into pieces. He let out a sigh of relief. It was a good instrument, just with an irresponsible owner. Ty looked at the violin, inspecting it for damage. "Seriously, dude?" Ty said. He hoped it sounded right; he was still deaf. "This is not how you treat or use an instr--OOF!" Ty hadn't noticed the violinist screamed and was suddenly hit by, well, something. Ty was thrown onto his back. His head cracked hard against the pavement and his world swam and stars danced. It was all he could do to hold on to consciousness. Sound rushed back to him in a rush as he accidentally negated Aural Confusion. Ty sat up to see the spiky haired kid before--at least, he thought it was the spiky haired kid. His vision was a little blurry. He noticed the violinist was lying in a hump on the ground. He let out another sigh of relief. He tried standing up, but his legs were wobbly. Instead, he decided to just sit. In the middle of the road. His head was pounding and his stomach felt like it should have been punched through. He remembered the violin in his hand and looked over to inspect it. His fall had dented it a little in one spot, but it was otherwise unharmed. Another sigh of relief. After a few moments, Ty slowly stood up. The world began swimming and spinning with renewed vigor, intent on making Ty revisit his last meal. Ty shook it off and looked at the violinist warily. It seemed a little too convenient that the violinist was just...unconscious. "Who are you?" Ty asked the heap on the ground as if it could answer back. Edited by Ravager Hughesy, Apr 16 2011, 12:39 PM.
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| Kaloo | Apr 18 2011, 07:55 PM Post #33 |
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Spike's voice stopped as the violinist stopped. He lifted his head to see the super-powered asshole on the ground. There, that was good. He saw his bokken laying near the guy. He had taken a shot and it paid off. That was what he wanted to see. He bet the bad guy. No, wait. Ty's questioning voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Obviously, I'm the best..." said Spike, as if he was the one being asked. He slowly rose back up to his feet. At least he tried. He felt really off balance. He wondered if that was an after-effect of the violinist's attack, "I never have been one for classical music..." The guy may have been on the ground but that didn't mean he was down yet. Spike grabbed the violinist by his collar using both hands and hefted him up. |
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| Fin | Apr 21 2011, 11:14 AM Post #34 |
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That had been a pretty terrible hit he just took. I mean, a wooden sword straight to the head wasn't something anyone would call painful. Because painful is an understatement for a wooden sword to the head. Feeling as though his skull had been smashed apart in half he was hoisted up by Spike, who somehow had the thought of looking like a badass by manhandling a downed man. Grumbling slightly he spat at the ground, glaring at the one whom had just questioned about his identity with as much malice as he could muster. "Why would you care who I am? Aren't you just another one of those do-gooders with nothing better to do than just beating people up without so much of a reason besides 'justice'? Tch..." He turned his head away, smirking with discontent. "Yeah, since I just did all those stuff you'd call... 'bad', I suppose that justifies everything eh? But they never intended to do it. They didn't have control over themselves, and you guys take them in anyway. Hah. Do you know how much it hurts to be blamed for something you never did?" As though that was the cue, he turned back to Spike and Ty. Without waiting for anything else to happen a melodious voice came out from his voice box- WHAM!!! Without so much as a warning a sledgehammer came crashing down on his head. Uh... make that, a fist that hits as hard as a sledgehammer came down on his head. The hit had pretty much knocked him completely unconscious. Well, nearly unconscious, but if he had to take yet another one of Freda's blow, he'd lose his head. Literally. "Why don't you just shut your little trap?" She said, holding her fist up in the air in front of him with a menacing look on her face. Little sparks began to fly from her clenched hand as she bent down to his level, grabbing his shirt and pulled him close to her, making sure she stared right into his eyes with piercing death glare. Apparently, she's still bitter about the last time he'd made her act like a rampaging rhino. "This is it, boy. You're not gonna go anywhere else after this. Start counting the days till the day when you'll be seeing sunshine for the last time," "Heh..." He spat at her, smirking as he taunted her. "Go on then. Heck, I'm kinda looking forwards towards it. Might be a good change from-" WHAM!!! "Didn't I tell you to shut your trap?!" Seth was just standing there waaaaay behind her, too terrified of her wrath. ~~~~~ "Well, it's been nice meeting you all," She grinned happily as she hoisted the unconscious violinist on her shoulder. Damn, that girl sure packs some strength behind that thin build. "Seriously, thanks. I dunno what I'd do without your help. Don't worry, this dude ain't gonna go anywhere with me in charge," She smirked, punching the unconscious guy HARD on his midriff. Apparently she forgot that she was one of the hypnotized victims. Well, Seth knows he's not gonna point that out, after seeing what she could actually do. So all he could say in reply was, "Uh.... yeah, make sure he... doesn't run amok again..." She turned around, keeping a firm grip on her luggage, waving back at the three boys she's now leaving behind. "Hope we can see each other again, detective, cool kid, tough kid," ...what, that's it? Well, yeah, kinda. Seriously, there's not much to talk about now that the case's kinda solved. Seth gave one final wave of farewell to Freda, before turning around to his two short-termed crime-busting partner. In one swift motion he gave both of them a quick grateful bow and a big smile. "Thanks for the help earlier! I really appreciated it," How can he not, it was his first case that he had ever been in charge of, and the result was a resounding success. Well... that is, if you don't count the massive collateral damage... |
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| Kaloo | Apr 21 2011, 01:25 PM Post #35 |
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Tough kid? Spike shrugged then smiled, "Yeah, glad to help ya' out." And with that he turned and walked away. Things went pretty well. Now he'd just get outta here, since the fight was over and it seemed like the proper authorities, which was fire girl, were taking care of things. Didn't need him meandering about. "See y'all later." He was sure he would sooner or later. As he walked away he glanced at his hand. He needed to figure out how to do that sorta crazy sledgehammer punch. He threw a punch at the air. He had his arms back so he would have to get his punches back in practice. No, that one wasn't quite right... He fell into a shadow boxing pattern as he walked down the street. |
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