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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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| Trace | Apr 1 2012, 11:19 PM Post #1 |
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Midday under a beaming spring sun surrounding by hot water the visitors to Hyakuji's scenic hot springs starred at the sky. In wonder, confusion, and fear. At once they could see the bright blue sky of a minute's time before and the white of a smattering its clouds. But overlapping it like a filter was the lashing winds and snow of almost blizzard-like weather. The transparent flakes whipped, whirled, and lashed around them. With them they brought a chill and breeze that gradually grew stronger. The local residents of Hyakuji knew the signs of impending danger. The tourist knew to follow when others ran in such panic. The time it took for the blizzard to enter the present gave the people time to run. Time to run before a storm from the past came and brought with it snow, vikings, and machines. Atop frozen masses of geothermic heated water, men and women fought with swords, axes, and spears against foot soldiers of the Machine Empire. Outnumbered and wounded by superior tech they were, they were doomed to die. But with the skill, power, and ferocity of the renowned Norse they brought down several with them with each death. Any who stayed and watched the warfare could only do that much however. The people dying within the storm were already dead. Time echoed their final moments and so too the weather. As the time bridge unraveled, different moments of the combat began to blur. Its beginning, end, and middle crisscrossed showing men fighting over their own dead bodies, yet the combatants failed to notice. Visibility returned as the false storm and battle faded, taking with it the blinding snows and corpses. When time became stable only a sole figure remained, standing over a vertically bisected cyborg's remains. What became immediately apparent was the true source of the cold, as the hot spring remained bizarrely frozen. Resplendent in a gleaming full plate of ice shrouded by a miniature blizzard that stormed around him, he stood tall with a dreadfully large, serrated ax equally coated in radiant ice. Standing over eight feet tall and proud, the intimidating figure whipped his weapon to the ready and sought his next victim. Turning towards the first real person in sight he roared with a mouthful of foam, spittle, and blood. Eyes crazed yet red over streams of frozen tears he charged forward and- Collapsed. As he fell, the highly detailed armor of frost fell away in clumps of snow revealing a rather young -if tall- boy of teenage years. Clad in furs unlike the armors and cloths of his comrades, he looked more akin to a caveman with his odd ax of stone; visible after its icy sheathe's destruction. Among the network of scars over his battle-harden form were bruises, cuts, burns, and punctures of the Machine Empire's weapons. Soaked in reminders of that savage warfare the viking son Thorgrim fell into the hot spring's waters as the layer of ice he had formed gave way. Near death's edge he sank into the renewed boiling, steaming waters as the air warped at the springs edge. There appeared a man almost completely machine, except for visible hair peeking from behind his metallic mask. With his left hand, he ran it over the sleeked back black hair then raised his staff with the other. A flashing pulse of blue shone within the waters depths. The waters rippled as Thorgrim's unconscious form floated back towards the top. With a satisfied nod, the cyborg looked over to those brave enough to stay. The robotic arm mounted on his left shoulder aimed its palm. Its center glowed a fierce red. "Leave no witnesses," a cold, deep, and hallow voice within the mask declared and fired its laser. Edited by Trace, Apr 2 2012, 10:49 AM.
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