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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
| A Casual Favour; CLOSED - MariJonny-only. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 1 2014, 03:49 PM (533 Views) | |
| wolffenrirhelix | Apr 1 2014, 03:49 PM Post #1 |
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It all started with a note... It was a casual thing, pushed under the door one afternoon while the dorm room's sole occupant was out. Looking at the semi-crumpled piece of paper now on her desk, Mariko shook her head slightly, her near-perpetual bed-head crimson hair obscuring her vision for half a moment. Mariko, can you come to my dorm tomorrow at lunch time? I have something to ask you. ~ Jonny “What could be so important, that he couldn't just text or call me?” “Well, we shall find out shortly, shall we not?” The voice in the teen's head, Sailor Sol, was Mariko's past self and also her super-powered side. The Sailor Senshi of the Sun, who's power allowed her to manipulate solar radiation into a weapon against Yoma and other threats to mankind, was just as curious as her present incarnation was... Normally, Jonny would send a text or call, or even ask the teen at school... Sending a note like this was just so... Uncharacteristic... Of the speedster. “Anyway, better get ready.” Throwing her blue nightie and her underwear into her laundry basket, Mariko walked over to her wardrobe and sorted through the myriad of clothing she had, once more mentally marvelling at how the clothing storage could hold all the clothes she had put in it, when any other wardrobe of the same size would have long since burst at the joints. Pulling out a fresh set of underwear, the teen's fingers were soon dancing across a variety of shirts, blouses, t-shirts, and tank tops. “Hmmm... I think I shall go a little casual today...” Selecting a pastel pink t-shirt with a rose print in both red and blue across the front, she also selected a sleeveless white vest and a pair of black knee-length cargo shorts. Pulling on a pair of white over-the-knee socks and her selected plain-white undergarments, Mariko gave herself a slight smile when Sol spoke up in her head again. “I don't see why you like to wear those things that ride up your butt.” “You know, I could always go commando...” “Shutting up about those things that ride up your butt.” Chuckling slightly, she got dressed in her selected clothing and sat in front of her mirror. While not exactly vain or very into the whole “girly girl” scene with make-up and the works, even for just a casual day, the teen broke out the make-up kit Jonny had given her two Christmas' ago, using only a small amount to enhance her own natural beauty rather than try to cover it with the illusion of beauty. The next step, was brushing her hair, before doing a rarity for herself and styling it, this time into a bun held in place and tightness with two chopsticks. The finishing touches were the charm bracelet that was her original transformation item into Sol, and the broach she had turned into a necklace that was her current. “All that effort for a casual meeting? Really?” “Quiet, you. I might want to go into town later, you know.” Pulling on her black shin-high boots, Mariko grabbed her purse and her phone, dropping them into her handbag as she headed out of her room. Closing the door, she turned the key in the lock, before heading out of the Fudo Dorm. As she casually strolled to the Yuki Dorm, the red-haired teen hummed a jaunty tune as she walked in the noon-time sun. Reaching the dorm building, she double-checked the room directory for her male friend's room. “There we go...” Finding the right entry, Mariko headed to the dorm room. Upon reaching Jonny's room, she knocked on the door. “Jonny-kun, it's me.” |
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| Jonny | Apr 1 2014, 07:33 PM Post #2 |
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Snikt, snikt, snikt Jonny's hand was gripped tightly around the hilt of the small, sharp blade in his hands, as he cut it across a whetstone. An assured grin was upon his face as he raised the result of his work, fingers holding the blade upon its flat edge. "Yes... this'll do just nicely... will cut real hard and deep..." There was a glint in his eye... before he brought the knife down on the broccoli in front of him, and chopped the heads off. One by one, he plopped them into the plastic bowl beside him, until nothing but the stalk remained. Rather than waste it however, he simply chopped that further up into little chunks, then added to the rest of the selection in the bowl. Adding a few splashes of water, he then sealed the lid on top, and placed the bowl inside the nearby microwave. Set to full power and a three minute spin, the boy let out a sigh of relief as he looked upon his nearby handiwork. Succulent and moist roast chicken, golden brown roast potatoes that were firm but melted in the mouth, yorkshire puddings risen to perfection, gravy that made the air almost intoxicating, carrots brilliantly cooked in the oven, and now the broccoli spinning away in the microwave. Indeed, Jonny had decided to show off his culinary skills today, but for what possible reason? Who could he possibly make all this for? Knock “Jonny-kun, it's me.” "Just a moment!" Smiling, Jonny set about making sure plates, knives and forks were all in place, with some mugs on the kitchen counter for drink purposes. With that done, he made his way to the door... "Mariko!" And opened it with a cheer, beckoning the girl to come on in... But not before sneaking in a small kiss on her cheeks when she might pass him. "That's for coming on such short notice. Phone's been busted, waiting on getting a new one. And I suppose a handwritten note's a touch more romantic these days, no?" Beaming, he pulled out a chair from the table, clearly indicating for her to sit. "Well timed though, the food's still warm. I was hoping we could have lunch together, whilst we chat." He even patted the seat for good measure, clearly excited and anxious all at once. "Didn't think you'd come looking this good though. Did you put on makeup?" The boy asked, seeming to be a bit curious as he leaned on the top of the chair. His shirt, a tight fitting t-shirt as red as you'd expect from him, slipped up a bit to reveal his navel, as he lightly tapped on his bare feet, lower legs exposed due to wearing dark green shorts for the day. |
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| wolffenrirhelix | Apr 2 2014, 07:59 PM Post #3 |
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As Jonny greeted her at the door, Mariko gave a soft smile. They'd known each other for a good two years now, and Mariko actually owed her life to the speedster from when they met... Though the small kiss to the cheek did make the teen blink mentally though. Huh? That's odd... Jonny-kun's never done that before... But... It's not... Unwelcome... “There's something wrong, Mariko... My “weirdness detector” is going off.” Ignoring Sol's voice in her head, Mariko nodded her head politely. “It's not a problem, I don't usually have much to do on the weekend.” Broken phone? That would explain why he slipped the note under her door... And it was certainly more romantic... “Did you make all this yourself? It smells delicious.” Was Jonny always this good at cooking? The teen was unsure, having very little to compare it to, but with how good the roast dinner smelt, it certainly seemed that way. “Only a little, I don't believe in over-use of cosmetics. Enhance rather than obscure, works better for me that way.” Getting a proper look at her friend, Mariko felt a blush threatening to form as she saw how tight Jonny's t-shirt was on his body... Though, she managed to get it under control before it could spread across her face. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think Jonny-dono is flirting with you... But he's with Selene-sama, isn't he?” Puzzled by Jonny's actions, Sol was trying to work out what was going on... Not that Mariko was paying her any attention, she was too busy being wowed by her friend's culinary skills. |
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| Jonny | Apr 3 2014, 09:32 PM Post #4 |
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"That's a fair enough point I suppose. After all, why try to improve what - or who - is quite beautiful on its own, right?" Jonny smiled as Mariko was all settled in, before dashing off to reach the broccoli as the microwave went 'ding!'. Slipping on some gloves, he extracted the steaming flower from the microwave oven, shook it about a bit, and then placed it back in, for a second spin that would last several more minutes. "Like the Roast Dinner. Good meat, good vegetables, and good sides to go with. Practically a perfect meal, in my humble opinion." He smiled as he shimmied down slightly towards the waiting mugs, giving a small wave to Mariko from behind. "Help yourself, no point in me sitting down when the Broccoli will be done soon anyway. What can I get for you drink wise? Tea? Coke? Juice?" Jonny asked, and waited for an answer, otherwise ready to serve up whenever Mariko made up her mind. He himself? Went for good old water from the tap, and even took a light sip as he brought both cups to the table, before heading back to collect the Broccoli. Taking it out, he then drained the bowl over the sink, before removing the lid entirely to let out the build up of steam. As the temperature rose slightly within the room, Jonny carried across the food to the table, laying it down, and in so doing, completing his culinary work for the day. With that, he sat down, picking up his knife and fork, and then picking out the pieces he wished to eat. Once they were piled on his plate, he began to dig in, though still pacing himself enough that he had a chance to speak. "Apologies if this all seems a bit... big, but aside of showing off, I thought I should at least compensate you, given what I'm going to be asking. So even if things don't work out, you still have a good meal for your time. Make sense?" Jonny asked, plopping a few potatoes into his mouth as he gave Mariko a chance to answer, chomping down as he might have to listen. Once those were done, and he could speak again, he continued. "I... guess you might've heard about me and Selene. I mean, valentine's day didn't exactly work out, and... I think we've drifted far enough to say its over between us. Which is fair enough, her choice and all." He played with his food a bit now, or at most, cut it into small pieces that couldn't prevent his continued speech. "But I got to thinking, what was it I liked in her specifically? I mean, a girl being rich is nice, but that can't be all in a relationship. So, I thought... and I thought... and I thought some more..." Jonny slowed even more, finally stopping eating at all. "And I came to realise... maybe it wasn't so much she was the girl I did like, she was just the first to ask. So it kept me from realising who actually meant most to me... who I actually wanted to be with... Not helped I'd seen her underwear first." Jonny chuckled at the end remark, but the jovial laughter nevertheless faded into a somewhat relaxed, yet certain smile as he gazed at Mariko. |
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| wolffenrirhelix | Apr 7 2014, 01:16 PM Post #5 |
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“Erm... Tea, please, Jonny-kun.” Nodding her head politely as she sat down, Mariko smiled slightly. “This is the first time I’ve actually had a western roast dinner... Dad made a few “typical” meals, but never a full roast, so this is a new experience for me.” Fully intending to do justice to the meal in front of her, Mariko alternated between eating the well-cooked dinner, and conversing with her friend. “Hm? It makes sense, I guess... Why...?” “I really don’t like the sound of this, Mariko... Jonny-dono doesn’t act like this normally, something is wrong here...” “One second, Jonny-kun...” Excusing herself a moment, Mariko turned her attention to the voice of the Senshi in her head. “Sol, please be quiet... You’re imagining things.” Shaking her head a few times, the red-haired teen returned her attention to Jonny. “I’m sorry, Sol’s just been... Suspicious... For no reason.” Though, as Jonny spoke about his essentially-dead relationship with Selene, her expression went from “perplexed” to “incredulous” “E...Eh...?!? Y...You and Selene-chan...?” The fork in her grip slipped from between her fingers, descending the inch or so from where it had been raising slowly, to clatter onto the plate... It was hard to process that her two friends, who seemed like a perfect couple, had split up... So much so, that she nearly missed the teens following words. “Wh...Wha? Y...You mean... Me?” Blinking in surprise, Mariko could feel her mind practically shedding gears out of its metaphorical gearbox as she tried to comprehend exactly what Jonny was saying. But I’m just plain and ordinary! I’m not the best-looking girl, nor am I really athletic... What could he see in me at all? Perhaps mercifully, Sol didn’t speak up to add her thoughts on the matter... Though, the Senshi of the Sun was growing all the more suspicious... “I...I’m flattered that you feel that way about me, I really am... I just... I just don’t think I’m the best catch out there... What with Sol’s mission and patrols nearly every night, and with me being so ordinary in appearance...” Of course, that was when rose-tinted memories and her own heart kicked rationality to the curb and violently beat it to a pulp, to take over... “Oh, who am I kidding? I... I’ve had a crush on you for a good year now, since you saved my life when we first met...” Of course... The day that Mariko and Jonny met, the day she lost her powers as Sol in the middle of a fight... And her problems with male “heroes”, thanks to Zylor; The teen who had kidnapped and tortured her to try an break her, all to get Sol to serve him... |
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| Jonny | Apr 8 2014, 09:35 PM Post #6 |
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"Well, who else could I be talking about? I didn't exactly invite anyone else here for this reveal, did I?" Jonny pointed out, chuckling as Mariko questioned the notion that she could be the one he was referring to. Giving her a pause in which to speak, Jonny took the chance to pick up a few pieces of the tender meat, and bite into the tender flesh as Mariko tried to argue against what he said. Rather than immediately respond however, he left the girl to hang and mull on what she had said for herself, before giving her a light wink and a smile. After that, Mariko's argument fell, and Jonny spoke up once more. "Its been longer than a year. Or have you forgotten that we had one of our best memories under the mistletoe since then?" Jonny asked with a mischievous smile as he tilted his head, before continuing. "Really, when you've the kind of daring you had on that day, I'm surprised you think so little of yourself. You're a gorgeous girl, and being able to go out and fight monsters actually makes you more attractive in a way. Gives you the... fieriness, that a redhead should have. Which is good, given how, when you want to be, you are hot." The pun was clear, but Jonny said it with a tone of allure meant to override the sheer cheese that would otherwise stink... Before he burst out laughing again. "Sorry! Couldn't pass up the chance. I-I mean, way too obvious, right? Its even better since its true." Eventually, Jonny would calm, and after a few sips of his drink, gesture towards a nearby mirror on the wall. "Seriously though, you're an amazing girl that any guy would be lucky to know, let alone know you like I do. And if you can't see it, then I'll be more than happy to show you." Jonny said, rising to his feet... before quckly plopping back down. "Better to not waste our lunch though." |
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| wolffenrirhelix | Apr 16 2014, 02:09 PM Post #7 |
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Wait... Mistletoe...? What was he...? Oh... Right... The Christmas Party... Blushing as the memory hit in full-force, Mariko started stammering out of nervousness. “Y...You’re right... T...That d...Did happen... Didn’t it...?” Quite what she had been thinking at the time, the teen had no idea... Though, with all the memory-related events, the teen nearly missed Jonny’s corny pun. “E...Eh?!? M...Me? Hot?” Were it possible to blush any harder, Mariko would have done so... Just how low was her self-esteem that even a corny joke could make her so flustered? With her mind running at a metaphorical million miles an hour, it was hard to keep up with all of the boy’s words. “Y...You’ll show me...?” As her mind tried to figure out what Jonny meant, Mariko figured through more than a dozen different possible occurrences, each one dirtier than the last... It can’t be that... Could it...? I... I don’t know if I’m ready to lose my virginity just yet... Just say something, then shut up about it, me! “I... I think I’d like that, Jonny-kun...” Wait, what was that about lunch...? Oh, right, Jonny had made that delicious roast dinner hadn’t he? “R...Right...” Jonny’s cooking skills would not go unappreciated by the red-haired teen, that was for certain. |
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| Jonny | Apr 16 2014, 08:35 PM Post #8 |
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"Good to hear. Now come on, let's eat up whilst the food is still warm." And so, they did. The servings were plentiful and delicious each time, free to be offered and to be taken at each other's discretion. Indeed, several times would Jonny tease Mariko throughout the meal, extending across the wooden frame of the table to offer a piece of food straight off his fork, knife, or even fingers. He wouldn't force her to accept them however, and if she wasn't quick enough anyway, he'd just take the food for himself and laugh that the girl hadn't been fast enough. Whatever the case, he tried to keep the atmosphere jokey and fun, until finally, the two were done when it came to further consumption... "Good stuff, right?" Jonny shot Mariko a wink, before easing himself up and out of his chair, and moving over to assist Mariko out of her's if need be. He would also take the chance however, as she got out, to reach for her and take her hand, a smile on his face as he then tried to lead her on. Where to, one might ask? "Come on, let's prove a point." His bedroom, of course, and the boy pushed the door wide open as he tried to direct Mariko towards the mirror that hung on the wall, stepping aside so that she might look directly into it, and thus, upon herself. "Now, being honest? What exactly is wrong with your appearance?" Jonny asked, a genuinely curious smile on his face, before he raised an index finger, and began to lightly press it to Mariko's person as he pointed out one thing after another. "Could it be your eyes? ...I wouldn't say so, given they shine like precious rubies." His finger traced a path from the edges of her eyebrow, over and down to her nose. "This thing then? ...Nah, its dainty and cute." Jonny gave it a little boop, before moving down to and brushing over the flesh of Mariko's lips. "And there certainly can't be anything wrong with these." He winked, before tapping against the girl's head, into her normally wild, untamed hair, and tried to return it to such a state by removing the chopsticks in the bun. "You have a natural look that works, so that can't be the fault." Now the boy's tone took on something like a mock version of detective, a hand held to his chin for full curious effect. "The back is beautifully arched, so that can't be it either." His finger ran from Mariko's neck all the way down to her waist, stopping just short of her hind quarters. "Slender, strong legs that anyone could appreciate." Now it went a bit beyond a single finger, as Jonny's two hands moved to rest upon Mariko's outer thighs, and his head tried to find a spot to land on her shoulder. His hands would move ever so gently, trying to ease possible tension as they rubbed over the girl. "I see nothing wrong here at all... Unless there's something... underneath, that I might need to see?" 'Need', was entirely the improper word, but the way Jonny would whisper it into Mariko's ear would make that fact utterly clear. A smile spread on his face, waiting to see the girl's response. Edited by Jonny, Apr 23 2014, 02:33 PM.
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| wolffenrirhelix | Apr 26 2014, 02:17 PM Post #9 |
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“Y...Yes, thank you.” Nodding politely as she stood with Jonny’s assistance, Mariko gave a half-smile... Which turned to confusion for a moment as the boy pulled her to his bedroom. E...Eh...?!? Is he really...? He is! As her mind jumped to other conclusions, Mariko almost missed the fact that they were standing in front of a mirror, not being on the bed... Well, until she noticed her reflection in the glass of course. Wait... No sex...? We’re just... Studying my appearance...? As Jonny gently highlighted each of her physical traits, from her facial features like her vibrant red eyes, to her normally-mussy bed-head red hair, she could feel a blush creeping across her face. As the boy’s finger traced a path down her back, Mariko couldn’t suppress a shudder... It was like an electric shock through her body, a tingle that couldn’t be suppressed no matter how hard she tried. “I...It’s just that... I... That there are so many beautiful girls here in Hyakuji that... I feel so plain by comparison...” An unfortunately true statement from Mariko there... Even though she was nowhere near as “plain” or “ordinary” in looks as she thought, Mariko’s self-confidence wasn’t helped much at all, by being around girls, and even some boys, who looked like they were straight out of bishoujo and bishounen manga. “I... No... You’re right, I really should have more confidence in myself and my own looks...” With that revelation coming to her mind, the red-haired teen managed a soft smile... So what if other girls were prettier than her? She was herself, and had her own beauty that other girls didn’t have. As a prospective Idol Singer by dream and passion, confidence was something that Mariko really needed to gain to become better than she thought she was. Though, it was mere seconds after that revelation, when Jonny’s last words actually sunk in... “U...Underneath...?” With the blush that had just started to fade, returning with reinforcements, Mariko wondered to herself if Jonny had made it his personal mission for the day to fluster her repeatedly. Even if it wasn’t, it was working oh so very well... It was so very hard to maintain a composed appearance, with the boy’s soft and seductive voice whispering in her ear. “I...” This was the deciding moment... Would Mariko be able to steel her nerves and commit, or would she back out in a panic...? “I’d... I’d like that... A lot...” Managing to get her courage to the fore, the teen was able to agree to the subtle proposal... How things would proceed from that moment, would certainly prove to be an unforgettable event... |
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| Jonny | Apr 26 2014, 09:58 PM Post #10 |
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"You know what I mean, don't you...?" The boy's hands shifted up across Mariko's body, gently caressing her as they came together around her. As Jonny held her, he swayed slightly, trying to get that right mood going... Before finally, she said yes. Jonny's lips drew into a coy smirk, and his hands let go so that he shift slightly around Mariko, at most using a free hand to touch her cheek. His thumb would rest upon her chin, a slight push to try and open her mouth. "Then lets give you a taste of how much you'll like it." Then, he leaned in, pressing his lips against her's, his tongue following suit shortly after. It was to be a long, passionate kiss, meant to fire up pleasures as much as be a pleasure in itself, bring heat to the body as much as to the atmosphere. "...Ah... You taste... so nice..." Finally, Jonny broke off, a small bit of drool falling from his lips, panting as he tried to regain some breath. "Let's... get this off." But hardly waiting for anything thereafter, his hands went to pull the vest from Mariko's arms, and then, whether or not she worked to help him, her shirt. Once the flesh of her neck and shoulders were exposed, he would almost immediately move in to kiss them, one arm left to the task of trying to throw the shirt aside... and with it, Sol's brooch. "I want... nothing more..." Jonny gasped in between kisses, his lips occasionally finding their way back to Mariko's, as his hands now drew down and squeezed tightly around her shorts, and the flesh beneath, to lift her up. Jonny was going to take her to bed, intent seemingly obvious. Ready to let her down with a bounce, Jonny would position himself over Mariko like a predator measuring up its feet, a hungry look in his eyes as he gazed over her body. "So beautiful..." A finger, delicately tracing along the lines of her body, around fabric hiding treasure, finding sensitive spots of flesh. "You can feel it, right...?" His other hand, seeking a free hand to hold tightly, sharing their warmth... "...the poison..." His voice suddenly someone else's, whilst it was not a trick of Mariko's senses, she might find that what could have been waved off as the effects of hormones, was now growing beyond that. A heat that wasn't warm from pleasure, but like a flame slowly setting light to her insides. Dizziness not simply of excitement, but the senses being thrown and dulled. Sensitivity... enough for things to become painful, such as 'Jonny's' tightening grip. "You know, its a shame you'll have to go. You're actually quite a prize, and I don't know how that bastard ever failed to notice that you'd drape yourself all over him, if he gave you the time of day." And this 'Jonny' sounded... female. The Japanese, affected by an accent that seemed British, but not the same part of the Isles as the real lad hailed from. "But considering what you did as well... its only fair that you pay too." The image of the lean, British boy faded away, revealing a girl, close to Mariko in age, perhaps a bit older, in a white dress and cap. "You do remember the Red Lions, don't you?" |
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| wolffenrirhelix | May 4 2014, 04:34 PM Post #11 |
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Holding the kiss for a moment, Mariko could feel a spark between herself and her friend as their friendship began blossoming further. “I could say the same about you, Jonny-kun...” Giving a saucy smile, the teen helped shed her t-shirt and her broach-cum-necklace as Jonny steered things towards the bed nearby. As her shorts slid down her legs, Mariko kicked them off, leaving her in just her plain-white bra and thong. With Jonny leaning over her, the red-haired teen grinned up at the male. “Can’t say the view from down here is bad either...” As Jonny’s fingers found several “Sweet spots” on her exposed flesh, Mariko couldn’t help but give an aroused moan. She could feel a warmth pervading her body, making her head swim... But, was it the warmth and dizziness she wanted? One word from Jonny’s voice, suddenly so different, not that Mariko could put it together, suddenly echoed across her brain... “P...Poison...?” As soon as the word left her lips, the teen could feel the dizziness descending into nausea and painful cramps in her stomach. ”Sw... ..th m...!” Through the cramps and nausea, Mariko could barely hear Sol’s voice in her head trying to get them to switch places. But, with her necklace half-way across the room and her insides burning from the poison, it was hard for the teen to even form a coherent thought, let alone transform into the Senshi of the Sun. “W...Who... ‘re... You...?” As her vision blurred and swam, Mariko watched the “boy” turn into a girl so similar to herself in age, and arguably prettier than herself... “W...What...?” As the girl’s words jumbled around in her head, Mariko struggled to make sense of what was being said... What... I did...? What does... She mean...? Wait a moment... British, incident, Jonny... It couldn’t be... Right...? A jolt of panic managed to pierce the painful and sickening haze in her head, as Mariko managed to hear the last sentence. “R...Red Lions...?” She remembered the group, she remembered them too well... When she, Jen, and Star, had headed into London to seek the aid of the Baker Street Irregulars Detective Agency, they had met one of the members of the organisation, another shapeshifter, who showed the people their worst fears... As soon as that memory cleared her head, the panic in Mariko’s mind intensified, pushing the pain back temporarily... With her mind clear for a moment, the red-haired teen tried to escape the peril she had unwittingly walked into... “Let go of me!” Were she not as addled by the deliberating poison in her system and not gripped by blind panic, Mariko might have focused on the martial arts moves that she had picked up from Sol through muscle memory... As it was, she tried to buck and thrash about to try and throw her unnamed assailant off her. |
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| Jonny | May 10 2014, 07:59 PM Post #12 |
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"Oof!" The strength behind Mariko's rather violent reaction seemed to stun the girl pinning her down, and a white dress briefly flapped as its owner back. There a slight crash at the end of the bed, but before Mariko might have a chance to get away, a hand would lash out to seize and pull at her leg. "A little fight in ya? Guess that means I still need to work on the formula. Sorry, mum never got to teach me proper poison making. Reason's obvious, right?" And as she tried to pull Mariko into range, the young woman in white clenched her fist and threw it at Mariko's face, as attempting to connect her knuckles straight to Mariko's skull. Wham, Wham, Wham. And she hit hard, her gloves potentially loaded with something, or perhaps it was the assailant's own ferocity. In either case, she did eventually ease up, even if she hadn't been able to devastate Mariko quite so much, because of course, the clock was ticking... Rising to her feet, the girl pulled from a pocket anl small packet containing some kind of white power, cheerfully tossing it a few times, before tearing it wide. Much was spilt upon the floor, and where it did not reach from such alone, she spread by blowing it from her palm. "Drug addled womaniser... kills a girl after she refuses his sexual advances. Sounds horrid right?" The woman moved over to the kitchen counter, exiting Jonny's room, before pausing as her hand reached for a sharp carving knife. "Did I mention... the cause of death would be a stab wound?" Another familiar voice, as a hand stretched out and drew the blade from its wooden block. The voice, and the figure from whence it came, were Mariko's own, the girl left to look upon her own face as it turned to look down on her, slowly advancing as the knife was twirled in hand... "Because the poison is just to make sure it happens. This is where I make a monster out of your man..." The knife was raised... Edited by Jonny, May 10 2014, 08:03 PM.
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| wolffenrirhelix | May 21 2014, 02:38 PM Post #13 |
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As the girl was thrown back by her panicked thrashing, Mariko quickly rolled over and tried to leave the bed. Her brilliant escape plan was then hampered, by the fact her assailant grabbed her leg, which dumped the poor teen half-onto the floor with a loud “thud” and an “ompth”. “I don’t need your life story...” Trying to get purchase to roll over and get back on her feet, Mariko’s witty comeback was cut off by the other girl giving her a non-verbal request of “talk to the fist”... Repeatedly. The first punch split the red-head’s lip, while the second broke her nose with a “crunch”, and the third gave her a black eye and left her slightly dazed. As the white-clad girl was speaking about her grand scheme’s set-up, Mariko was glad for the spike of pain from her broken nose. At the very least, the sharp pain was cutting through the fog around her mind. Watching as her assailant assumed her own form as an ironic gesture, Mariko was forming her own plan to escape. “Go to hell!” As the knife came down, the red-haired teen twisted sharply to the side, with the knife plunging into her shoulder instead of her chest. At the same time, her left hand came up suddenly to grip the girl’s hand and the knife. “Sorry, but there’s a toll for wearing my face, scum.” Without further warning, the teen’s foot came out of nowhere, aiming for a solid crack to the imposter’s nose with bone-breaking force. At the same time, Mariko had let go of her attacker’s hand, so that if her kick connected, there would be space between them for a few moments. Slowly, Mariko pulled herself to her feet as crimson blood trickled down her stab wound, along her currently-lamed arm, to drip off her partially-curled fingers. Settling into a very rough stance, even as her vision began swimming again, Mariko’s lip turned in a slight smirk. “Not the first time my nose has been broken, woman. First person to break it? Broke their face on a sink in retaliation. You want to whine about your life being hard? Get over it, you have no idea how messed up my life is. I have my past self sharing my head, for one... And she’s not someone you want to be on the bad side of... Last person who was, swelled up like a water-balloon and exploded.” For all her words and confident tone, the red-haired teen was largely bluffing. With her vision swimming, and her transformation item across the room, there was little she could realistically do to her shape-shifting fore. |
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| Jonny | Jun 2 2014, 08:46 PM Post #14 |
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"Wha-?" The assailant was clearly caught off guard at the sudden miss - much as one might call it a 'miss' - and the subsequent retaliation on the part of her victim. Hardly a squeak could escape the lips that looked impeccably like Mariko's own, as a foot went crunch right into it. The brief hold was long enough to keep her in place as the foot dug in, and short enough that when release finally came, she was sent flying back. The body of the female figure crashed against the door before falling to the floor in a shamble, quickly attempting to recover as she yelled, cursed, and queried - with quite some fury - as to whether or not her nose might indeed have been broken. Fortunately, or perhaps rather, unfortunately, that seemed to not be the case - the blood flowing from the girl's nose was but a trickle, and easily caught by her hands. Nary a drop hit the floor, and as Mariko rose, so too did the stranger do the same. "You mean... that friend of yours... the one who can't help you now because I took away your toy?" Shifting back to her own form, though by choice or due to the injury was uncertain, the assailant showed her apparent familiarity with Mariko's abilities, lighting tapping the side of her head with her free hand. "I don't just reflect appearance, but memories too... How I know... just how pathetic your sad little love life is." Now, she circled Mariko, keeping some of her distance, but moving towards the mirror in which she had framed the girl. "Can't have the tomboy, too cool for you. Can't have the speedster, already taken. Can't have anyone else... because you're gonna die here. Think you can make it to the door?" And then, she... dived into the mirror, leaving the scene entirely, and Mariko, on her own... Indeed, could she make it? |
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| wolffenrirhelix | Jun 29 2014, 07:12 PM Post #15 |
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Watching the imposter carefully, Mariko frowned as the girl spoke, before retorting with words of her own. “So you reflect memories? Wow, that’s soooooooo impressive. Call me when you get a better trick. Or, you know what? Don’t even call. Just don’t bother showing up, because I’m gonna kill you for your misdeeds.” While her voice was full of bravado, Mariko didn’t have any real way of backing it up in her current state. With her right arm lamed from the stab-wound and with plenty of blood still running down the immobile limb, and with her vision swimming from the poison slowly destroying her insides, there wasn’t really any way for the red-haired teen to back up her words. As the imposter made mention of her lack-lustre success finding love, the teen managed to growl out her response. “Bite me, you cheap skank!” Watching as the swimming blur of her assailant dived into the mirror to seemingly escape, Mariko sagged to her knees. Deep down, she knew the mystery girl was right; She wouldn’t make it to the door... Well, the front door, at least... Resolving that if she was going to die, to at least do so wearing more than just her underwear, Mariko managed to stagger over to her discarded clothing. While it was easy to dress with two hands, having one arm currently lame and immobile made it about twenty times more difficult and caused the teen to have to manipulate her right arm like it was a doll’s limb to get it through her sleeve. Managing to get dressed, she picked up her discarded necklace and leaned against the wall as she tried to make a stagger for the door. Pushing off the wall as she passed the window, Mariko was struck once again with a wave of nausea and dizziness that caused her to crash into and through the window. So... This is how it ends, huh? Falling to my death out of a window? Seems so... Ignoble... With that thought passing through her mind as she fell, Mariko hit the ground with a loud “thud” and an accompanying rain of glass shards making her injuries worse. She had no idea how long she lay there, the pain and the poison coursing through her system making time blur and swirl, but eventually she became aware of sirens and paramedics whisking her away to the hospital. |
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