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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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| Kyousho | Mar 30 2012, 10:23 PM Post #1 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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Trystan walked up towards the tree, placing a hand on the old and worn, but still sturdy trunk of the sakura tree. Smiling at the rough sensation beneath his fingers, he turned his vision towards the sprawling scenery in front of him. It had been awhile since he had last set foot in this place he had been recently calling home for the past several years. Now that he tried to think back, he couldn't remember too much, only flashes of memories here and there. He might have had been able to remember before the Heartless invaded, but... Trystan heaved a sigh. The last clear memory he had of the Heartless invading was only that they had invaded. Something, or a bunch of other somethings had somehow entered his head, and messed with his perception of things. He couldn't even call it that, really. It was almost like his existence itself had been altered. The only thing he could remember feeling as they were finally ejected from whichever dimension it was that they were in, was that he was someone, but he didn't know who he actually was. Multiple times during the day, he would just seemingly awaken a second time, or simultaneously fall asleep but be holding conversations with people about things that he would never talk about. Hell, he had even tried to strip Nina in the middle of the school grounds once. This feeling of teetering just on the edge between himself and another, the insanity, fury, and lust was something intoxicating, deathly addicting, but dangerous beyond all comprehension. Unable to stand it any further, he left without telling Nina without even completing the school year in order to simply isolate himself. The next memories were blurred even more until one day, he finally opened his own eyes. He could finally see again. The world of light outside the cave he had seemingly positioned himself in burned his eyes. It burned, yes, but finally, he could tell that he was the one being burned. Placing his rucksack on the ground, Trystan sat the root of the tree, his back leaning against the trunk, before falling into an easy sleep, the breeze blowing gently through the surrounding area. |
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| Touka Aquila | Mar 30 2012, 10:54 PM Post #2 |
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It was a ordinary day within the school of Hyakuji. The youth of both ordinary and supernatural background mingled together among those seemingly peaceful grounds while all seemed oblivious to the shimmering phantom sitting on the edge of the school gate. A soft sigh escaped the spirit her lips as she observed the students with a hint of disinterest in her wandering gaze. How long had it been since she enrolled in here? Honestly it might had been more than a year already but she was still a freshman in the educational system. Of course she was, in the end only a handful of the students and teachers were able to see her when she was in this state. Lifting a hand in front of her face she could easily notice the transparent nature of her skin and smiled weakly. Her supply of spiritual energy really was low at the moment. Perhaps she should go and gather some wisps to at least be able to materialize again for normal sight? Deciding to carry out those thoughts the girl started on her little trip across Hyakuji’s school grounds, leaping off the gate as she wandered around the campus. If there was one thing that could be found everywhere it were wisps, or torches as some called it… Torches were in essence the spiritual energy left behind when someone died or had their power of existence erased, a presence that was erased out of ordinary people their perception and was simply meant to reduce the impact on the realm of the death that the death of a living being had. Of course it was not exactly a pleasant thing to know for most but for her it was just a trivial detail. Humanity had betrayed her so she saw no need to care about them any longer whenever they were death or alive… Her sole purpose was to gain strength and destroy the enemies of her creator. It happened that her journey today was rather rewarding in a sense. Having spend until noon hunting those torches and devouring them the girl had found herself almost strong enough to return to a human form, a thing she considered a priority before the vengeful spirits from the realm of the dead would emerge to haunt her. Yet little could she expect that her final meal of the day would be one that triggered a unexpected encounter. “It’s alright Gaia, please hang on for a while longer partner…” Lightly patting the head of the little wisp beside her she finally came to a halt as she nudged her head into the direction of a nearby hill. Gaia obviously sensed what she meant, for the elemental familiar could sense the powerful condensed energy of a recently perished torch. Perfect! A spirit who had recently died was like one hundred ordinary ones! Motivated to help her mistress Gaia flew into the ground, using all its remaining power to pull forth the mana within the earth before rising into its true form, albeit still corporeal like its owner. A giant golem the size of a small truck on terms of height pulled its hand out toward Athena who nodding her head in acknowledgement of its plan stepped onto the hand before the Golem gathered all its energy within its feet, leaping into the air to cross the long distance toward the torch. At the same time at the bottom of the old tree hill… “K-Kazuma-kun will you please go out with me?” Seemingly oblivious to the sleeping student beside the tree a boy found himself being confessed to by a young girl who was seemingly accompanied by her friend, a brown-haired girl but the unusual thing was the fact everyone seemingly was ignorant of the girl’s presence… Was she simply being ignored or perhaps something more?” “Okay Gaia, catch her!” At the same time as Trystan was taking his nap he would likely find his slumber being disturbed by a series of small tremors and a soft voice shouting when, if he opened his eyes he would find a giant golem slamming into the ground right beside the trio of students who luckily thanks to the spirit form of the Golem didn’t notice a thing. Slowly recovering its bodily functions the golem grasped the brown-haired girl and lifted her into the air. “Seems we were right, she was only recently killed… A suitable meal I guess…” As she spoke the girl gently extended a hand forwards before impaling it into the chest of the girl who was consumed in a blaze of white flames that slowly gathered around the fingertips of the girl, like a energy of sorts. “And that’s for my current supply of souls. Thanks for the help Gaia” Nodding her head at the golem the girl finally landed onto the grass in front of Trystan, the light taps of her shoes touching the soil of the grass being the lone sound made as she gazed down quietly at the boy. “… Weird, this male’s presence seems condensed and focused unlike a regular human.” Her words suddenly spoken in her mother-language also known as English she finally turned her gaze away toward the two nearby, observing the confession as she spoke plainly. “Not that I care…” Her words back spoken in Japanese she suddenly felt something squirm in her breast-pocket and one with sharp visual prowess would be able to briefly notice the head of a hamster pop up before it hurriedly hidden away again. Not now, you’ll get your food in a bit… Food… The thought alone made her stomach growl lightly as she recalled she didn’t eat breakfast at the dorms. At least she could have grabbed some food for lunch but since she forgotten to ask the lady in charge of the section of the dorms she was staying at she had been forced to skip her meals till now… Perhaps she should find something normal to eat instead of souls and the like… |
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| Kyousho | Mar 31 2012, 04:12 AM Post #3 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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Trystan suddenly jerked awake out of his slumber when the ground next to him suddenly started to shake violently, knocking him onto his side. Quickly recovering from the awkward position, he rolled over his shoulder and onto his knees, before pushing up with his legs and sending himself backwards a bit, putting some distance between the tremor and where he had been. In doing so, he managed to move back just enough to see what was going on. Well, "see" might be an overstatement. All he could make out at first glance were two other students who, judging by their uniforms, seemed to be from Hyakuji as well. However, this was not the strangest thing that was happening, and neither did it appear to be the source of the tremor. One - or was it two - haze shapes, which he could only describe as some sort of amassed energy, was connected to where the ground had caved in slightly. Before he could judge what exactly was going on, the shape reached out, and grabbed - Wait, how come he hadn't seen her there before? Actually, it wasn't just that he didn't see her that was strange. There was something fundamentally wrong with this entire scene. Even though he was seeing such a thing unfold in front of him, he couldn't sense anything in the air but the fear coming from the other two students. However, they were looking around aimlessly, and staring at the indent in the ground where the shape had apparently smashed. There were clearly at least two other entities in front of him, and he saw the fear coming from this female student who had somehow suddenly appeared, but he couldn't feel her at all; it was almost like she wasn't even there to begin with. Furthermore, there was no malicious intent coming from the shape either. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Just what is going on here?! "Hey, you two, get out of here!" He turned his attention back towards the shape without waiting to see if they've gone or not; if they weren't going to move, he couldn't help them at all if the shape decided to attack them as well. A sudden, higher-key buzzing, almost static-y sound suddenly came from the higher portion of the shape, followed by a lower-key buzzing, before the shape started moving some more, lifting the girl towards the higher shape. Trystan put his hands down in a more neutral position, as he simply had no way to know what exactly was going on. However, a sudden chill suddenly went down his back as the girl was impaled on the higher situated shape, and suddenly burst into what he could only describe as a heat-less flame. There was no blood, but the obvious pain on her face told that it was somehow still doing some sort of damage or another. The chill quickly turned into a trembling as Trystan quickly realized that something was completely off in this situation; he still couldn't feel any fear coming from the girl. He was standing this close and he still couldn't feel anything? Just what exactly was going on? He could only stand in a confused sort of manner as the girl quickly stopped struggling, and dissolved into particles of light that resembled the two shapes. Almost as soon as the particles finished dissolving, the shape up top suddenly took a form that he could see - that of a white haired, petite build female. Instantly putting his hands up and instinctively stepping back slightly to give himself some space between this unknown girl, who he could sense now, and the shape that he still couldn't sense and himself, he waited to see what she would do. Instead, she simply spoke in what sounded like English, or some sort of non-asian language. Damn it, he should have paid more attention in class. “… Weird, this male’s presence seems condensed and focused unlike a regular human...Not that I care…” As she turned to leave, Trystan swallowed hard, pushing down the lump that had gathered in his throat. Who was this person, if she was one at all, that she could conceal her presence in such a manner? He could only tell that this unknown who had taken the shape of this girl had done something to the other girl that he couldn't feel for some strange reason. Furthermore, what did she mean by condensed? Does that mean that she could sense the various combined personas within him? If so, she probably was, or at least could manipulate, the supernatural. But what was she doing here? And was that a mouse that appeared in her pocket?! Damn it, the entire day was only getting more strange, within seconds of each other. Even the two remaining students from before were still standing around. Just what was going on?! "Stop. What were you doing? What do you mean by my presence is condensed? Depending on your answer, my Justice might not be able to let you simply leave." Edited by Kyousho, Mar 31 2012, 04:25 AM.
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| Touka Aquila | Mar 31 2012, 04:55 AM Post #4 |
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Instead of being able to give a answer the male student felt the ground give a light tremble before all of a sudden a boy who had been napping beside them suddenly shouted for them to get away. In response the girl that was confessing glared in annoyance at her confession being interrupted before wondering why the hell they were being commanded to run away. Was it tied to those sudden tremors? Gazing worried at her companion the girl moved closer toward him, a hint of both annoyance and concern in her expression as the male was about to object when suddenly the unexpected happened in the form of a soft voice replying shyly beside Trystan. “Don’t worry Kaede-chan, t-this boy is a old friend of mine, you two should go ahead~ I’ll meet you at the dorm later.” If Trystan’s gaze had been focused on the spirit girl he would be able to notice that something odd happened again, the fact that the very same girl that was devoured a moment ago was now standing beside him with a bashful expression yet somehow he would also be able to notice the faint shimmering form of the previous girl within her features. Some sort of possession technique? “O-Kay~ Take care Hikari-chan~” Nodding as they were seemingly convinced the two waved in response as the girl beside Trystan made a gentle waving gesture with her hand but wasn’t there something odd about this scene? The girl who was devoured unnoticed a moment ago suddenly appeared to be recognized just like any other student at Hyakuji yet once the two went out of her sight the figure slowly changed back into the smaller shape of the devourer whose stare felt like a pair of daggers trying to dig into his flesh. Crossing her arms beneath her chest she turned her gaze away, her lips curling up into a slight mocking grin. “So you know English, more than I would have expected from one of your looks. Either way what justice would you be speaking about? Humanity and justice are a contradiction to their core. Beside you really just had to make a show back there ‘Get away from here!’” Mimicking his heroic shout to escape she suddenly looked up at her golem who was still in its spiritual form before she shook her head lightly at its thought. She was amused at the words of the boy and part of her was left curious about the nature of his existence. But first it was time to answer his question before she allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. “I was just eating a Torch, no need to make such a ruckus about it Baka…” Saying those words plainly she gestured with her fingertip toward him, the motion causing a small white flame to manifest at her fingertip, clearly the same flame that was left before the girl was entirely devoured moments ago. Slowly lowering her hand the flame burned out as she continued speaking in a the same even-toned voice from before. “That’s why you humans are so troublesome… You’re all in the middle of a war and don’t even got a idea of what’s happening, merely continuing your petty conflicts. Let me rephrase my earlier sentence. What you saw now baka-sennin was the remain of a devoured spirit. In layman terms that girl got killed, likely in a fight against a Fallen One’s hungry minions and to reduce the strain on the realm of the dead my contractor left a fragment of that girl’s soul to slowly burn out. So still going to extract revenge just because I took a bite of something insignificant as a torch? Although I guess I’ll be entertained to see how a human like yourself preaches about justice… Creator please protect your servant from going insane listening to him… Now if you’ll excuse me I’m a Chosen One, and among my duties there wasn’t any mentioning of playing sensei to clueless humans… So now answer my question will you…” Suddenly stepping closer to him her gaze seemingly wandered from his head right till his toes, examining him like some sort of statue before she seemingly muttered something under her breath, for a moment her expression softening as if something fond emerged in her thoughts before it became cold once more, her steps light as looked up into his eyes while speaking her thoughts from before. “Interesting, a human who unlike the current generation who depends on magic or special abilities your soul seems trained into a state of natural perfection… It’s nostalgic… A martial artist aren’t you? Also… Your stance isn’t suited to fight one of my kin. It’s hard to use martial arts against someone who isn’t technically alive. Also you should drop your hostility baka-sennin, Gaia is about to get agitated else.” |
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| Kyousho | Mar 31 2012, 08:16 AM Post #5 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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“Don’t worry Kaede-chan, t-this boy is a old friend of mine, you two should go ahead~ I’ll meet you at the dorm later.” Trystan could only take on a look of surprise at what was happening in front of him. The girl who had just disappeared was standing next to him and was talking and interacting with the other two students like normal. However, he still could not sense her in the least. There were only two possible explanations for this, and he was almost entirely certain that the three of them here were all under some sort of group hypnosis. It had to be some sort of supernatural occurrence. While he had not participated in any sizable quantity of missions with Arcadia, he had absorbed enough of the information available to him from their resources to know that this was the most likely cause of what was happening. “O-Kay~ Take care Hikari-chan~” As soon as the pair went on their way back towards the school, perhaps to continue whatever it was they were doing before whatever it was that happened just now, the figure beside him began changing shape again to become the same petite white haired girl. She crossed her arms over her chest, turned away just enough to hide most of her body, but not the mocking smirk on her face, then began speaking. “So you know English, more than I would have expected from one of your looks. Either way what justice would you be speaking about? Humanity and justice are a contradiction to their core. Beside you really just had to make a show back there ‘Get away from here!’” Trystan colored slightly at the sarcastic imitation the girl was giving. What did she understand of Justice? If she felt that those who are just could not be humane, she was dead wrong. Who was she anyways, to be making such a claim? “I was just eating a Torch, no need to make such a ruckus about it Baka…” Trystan stepped back as a small flame lit itself up on her finger. The flame was of the same color and texture as the light which was emitted when the girl had dissolved away. Just what was this fire? What did all of this mean? Apparently, he was still as easy to read, as the girl continued on to explain what she was talking about in an exasperated tone. “That’s why you humans are so troublesome… You’re all in the middle of a war and don’t even got a idea of what’s happening, merely continuing your petty conflicts. Let me rephrase my earlier sentence. What you saw now baka-sennin -" Baka-sennin...? Shaking the insult from his mind and resolving to simply ignore any further childish insults, Trystan decided to look past it and simply focus on the information which was trying to be conveyed. " - was the remain of a devoured spirit. In layman terms that girl got killed, likely in a fight against a Fallen One’s hungry minions, and to reduce the strain on the realm of the dead my contractor left a fragment of that girl’s soul to slowly burn out. So still going to extract revenge just because I took a bite of something insignificant as a torch? Although I guess I’ll be entertained to see how a human like yourself preaches about justice… Creator please protect your servant from going insane listening to him… " Trystan simply took it all in, while attempting to calmly ignore the insults mixed in. This girl really had a bad mouth on her. More than half of what she said had made no sense to him, since it had been chock full of vocabulary with which he had absolutely no familiarity with. What was a Fallen One anyways? From what he could gather, it had something to do with the realm of the dead. If it did, then he wouldn't be too surprised at his own lack of knowledge; he had neither influence nor power over that realm to begin with, so there was no point in concerning himself over something he couldn't even interact with. "Now if you’ll excuse me I’m a Chosen One, and among my duties there wasn’t any mentioning of playing sensei to clueless humans… So now answer my question will you…” That was a fair enough request. She had answered his questions, afterall, even if he hadn't understood most of it. He withdrew his head slightly from discomfort as the girl stepped forwards and leaned in, observing his body up and down. While he was used to being stared at, being stared at from such a close distance was something that he would probably never get used to. However, this feeling was soon replaced by that of curiosity as her expression softened, as if realizing something, then hardened again. He still couldn't sense her intentions, but at the very least, he had enough experience with inter-human interactions that he could still read people by their faces, especially when said person wasn't even trying particularly hard to hide her thoughts. “Interesting, a human who unlike the current generation who depends on magic or special abilities your soul seems trained into a state of natural perfection… It’s nostalgic… A martial artist aren’t you? Also… Your stance isn’t suited to fight one of my kin. It’s hard to use martial arts against someone who isn’t technically alive. Also you should drop your hostility baka-sennin, Gaia is about to get agitated else.” Noting that he indeed was still in a defensive stance, Trystan scratched his head and sighed, dropping the stance altogether. He already knew from experience with other students that, while he was fine handling himself around physical objects of this world, he was simply unable to fight against supernatural beings. There were those who simply existed in another plane altogether, who he couldn't even touch. Well, there were those sutras that he could recite, but if this girl were truly a malevolent spirit, she would probably have attacked him anyways. That aside, he didn't really believe that the sutras worked. Shaking his head of these sorts of thoughts, his attention was brought back to the matter at hand. Who was Gaia anyways? He couldn't really see anyone else in the area, so he could only assume that it was either the other giant shape which he still couldn't make out, or a familiar which he simply couldn't see to begin with. Since fate had somehow brought this meeting to pass, Trystan decided to set about trying to understand the circumstances. Useless it might be to be concerned with or attempt to fight something he couldn't, but it was another matter entirely to understand more about the world which he was living in. Time to ask questions that would inevitably lead to more insults on his intelligence... "So...what's this war that you're talking about? Who's fighting, and over what?" |
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| Touka Aquila | Mar 31 2012, 08:50 AM Post #6 |
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Sighing lightly at the new question stated by the teenager the girl shook her head lightly while shrugging her shoulders as if stating the question made the boy a hopeless case. Finally as she whispered something in a foreign language only spoken by the celestial order she was part of the familiar obeyed her command and slowly shrunk in size, the small crater beneath it being filled perfectly with what appeared to be fresh soil until at last only a small orb-like shape of the condensed energy remained. At the same time as if this had been a casual meeting the girl stepped beside the boy and allowed herself to fall flat onto the side of the hill, looking up into the sky. A simple question that somehow felt nostalgic to her. What was this war about? Who exactly were fighting and over what? For a moment her imagination had caused the image of her mentor to surface within her thoughts, unconsciously causing a hand to grasp toward the sky, as if trying to reach for the clouds when she finally answered the boy, her voice still void of any emotion aside from a cold edge to her words as if she was suppressing a feeling of anger. “Your future is what is being fought over… The future of all living beings in this world. From ancient times various religions have manifested and whenever you believe them or not is up to you to decide… But I’m certain you know about the classic tales of how good always fights against evil. But what is the core of those two sides? Many different identities are bestowed onto them but we call them by two names. The Creator who humans often called ‘God’ or in some cases ‘The Supreme God’ and finally the other side being the Devil ‘Satan’ or the countless other names they invented for it. To answer your next question I’ll enlighten you with a bit of knowledge humanity isn’t always aware of…” Her expression visibly darkened as she recalled how her childhood had been destroyed three times. The first time the fallen ones had destroyed her family… The second time they had slaughtered a entire village and the man she considered her new father just for a vile ambition and the third time… Humanity had betrayed her for the sacrifices she made by making her unable to call herself a human being. Finally she sat up and this time the small hamster that was hiding inside her pocket emerged into the open, gently hopping onto her lap while she continued speaking. “According to my sempai this is a tale not told in human history… It is a known fact that the Creator and the Devil are in eternal conflict…. One seeks to corrupt the other to prosper… There were times when great rulers are born led to lead humanity into a era of greatness… or damnation… Whenever someone with a great destiny appears the Devil seeks to corrupt that person so the Creator desperately tried to save them by sending one of the Celestials you call angels to watch over that person to keep them on the path of justice… But there is one time that brought both the Celestial order and the future of mankind into danger.” As she spoke her words seemingly woven a ancient tale… Of a once just and kind king who slowly changed into a tyrant who ruled with iron fist but… All that time there had been a woman at his side, a archangel who was trying to keep him save but at the same time she felt her affection for the human turn into love but even her love couldn’t keep the Devil’s corruption at bay till… The Creator fearing the safety of humanity as a whole ordered the archangel to kill the king… A sacrifice to save a entire world… Yet the Archangel couldn’t follow this order and aware the Creator would send others to finish the job she did the unforgivable, turned to the Devil for aid… “This is how the true story behind ‘The Fallen Angel’ was born… Turned away from the Creator’s grace the Archangel was tainted by the very corruption she was meant to destroy and worst of all like a plague it spread… The Celestials who tried to kill the king got murdered by her and some of the Celestials followed her… This is what a Fallen One is… A being who embraced the corrupted temptations of the Devil and now only seeks to corrupt humanity as a whole. That is why our order was made… A order of Celestials called the Chosen Ones blessed with the power to fight our fallen brothers and sisters. Yet don’t be mistaken, I’m not a avatar of justice… Humanity might have betrayed me once but those bastards killed my family twice… I won’t rest until each of their corpses are turned into soul dust.” Her gaze still cold her lips could be seen moving softly to say the following words once more in the English language. “Just watch Melody… your big sis will make them pay…” And with those words she finally turned back to Trystan, her gaze quietly looking into his face as she asked rather bluntly. “Do you understand it now or do I need to add drawings to it?” |
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| Kyousho | Mar 31 2012, 05:47 PM Post #7 |
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The Devil Pig is here!
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Trystan laughed a softly and awkwardly as the expected reaction came to pass. Well, there was no helping it; this was probably just the way she treated most people when it came to this subject. She could still easily fake being nice, as seen when she had, for lack of better words, turned into the other two students' friend for a moment. He vaguely heard her whisper something, but because he thought that she was actually talking, he did not notice the ground behind them being filled once more, erasing all evidence that anything had happened here in the first place. As the girl flopped down onto the grass, staring at the sky, Trystan sat down cross-legged next to her, observing her closely. It wasn't like he was trying to undress her with his mind or anything, it was simply that he was so used to being able to read people's true intentions with his ability to sense sakki. As this person seemed to not emit anything of the sort, he was forced to observe her physical reactions, and as anyone could tell you, these sorts of things are most easily faked. As he watched her, her expression seemed to change slightly, losing the almost constant mocking bearing, and instead being replaced by one of wistful nostalgia. Trystan remained in silence as she reached out a hand toward the sky, speaking while lost in thought. “Your future is what is being fought over… The future of all living beings in this world. From ancient times various religions have manifested and whenever you believe them or not is up to you to decide… But I’m certain you know about the classic tales of how good always fights against evil." Trystan nodded. Such stories were fundamentally the same regardless of where you went. While the virtues being praised were slightly different across the cultures, at their very core, all valued good and despised evil. Well, perhaps there were those who loved evil, but many of them would have perished from the simple fact that those who valued good and order outnumbered those who valued being evil. "But what is the core of those two sides? Many different identities are bestowed onto them but we call them by two names. The Creator who humans often called ‘God’ or in some cases ‘The Supreme God’ and finally the other side being the Devil ‘Satan’ or the countless other names they invented for it. To answer your next question I’ll enlighten you with a bit of knowledge humanity isn’t always aware of…According to my sempai this is a tale not told in human history… It is a known fact that the Creator and the Devil are in eternal conflict…. One seeks to corrupt the other to prosper… There were times when great rulers are born led to lead humanity into a era of greatness… or damnation… Whenever someone with a great destiny appears the Devil seeks to corrupt that person so the Creator desperately tried to save them by sending one of the Celestials you call angels to watch over that person to keep them on the path of justice… But there is one time that brought both the Celestial order and the future of mankind into danger." Trystan swallowed in anticipation. "This is how the true story behind ‘The Fallen Angel’ was born… Turned away from the Creator’s grace the Archangel was tainted by the very corruption she was meant to destroy and worst of all like a plague it spread… The Celestials who tried to kill the king got murdered by her and some of the Celestials followed her… This is what a Fallen One is… A being who embraced the corrupted temptations of the Devil and now only seeks to corrupt humanity as a whole. That is why our order was made… A order of Celestials called the Chosen Ones blessed with the power to fight our fallen brothers and sisters. Yet don’t be mistaken, I’m not a avatar of justice… Humanity might have betrayed me once but those bastards killed my family twice… I won’t rest until each of their corpses are turned into soul dust. Just watch Melody… your big sis will make them pay…” Trystan sat in silence as he took all this information in. While he was surprised by the fact that this sort of event was unfolding behind the scenes, he was more surprised that, despite the irony, none of this had reached Hyakuji yet. For some reason, the strangest of events concerning the world's fate would always gather here, originating from all dimensions. Well, more likely than not, he was just being simple. There was no way for him to be completely knowledgeable about the world, let alone the universe or the various planes within this world. The only thing he could really do is take it as they come, assist if he could, lament if he couldn't. “Do you understand it now or do I need to add drawings to it?”' Trystan laughed as he began speaking. "They say that you can tell an artist's style from his speech. If your tongue is anything to go by, I think that verbal depictions will more than suffice." However, his expression soon turned back to one of absolute seriousness and sincerity, reverting to an older style of speech as he continued. "If what you are saying is all true...this one's Justice will not allow me to rest and ignore something in which the balance is so delicately maintained, especially after this one has gained knowledge of its occurrence-de gozaru. This one might not have the ability to fight against the supernatural, but this one humbly believe that there is still much I can do in regards to anything that is manifested in the physical realm-de gozaru. How can this one help?" |
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