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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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| Kaloo | May 28 2014, 09:28 PM Post #31 |
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Look at his little dance
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The mysterious motorcycle Behemoth roused to life as Spike got on. He didn't have a choice here after all. Spike didn't like using cheap tricks but he knew that whoever he was fighting here, and he still wasn't totally clear on that, would be something horrifying. "Let's go Partner." Spike settled onto the seat and the bike kicked into gear as they went where they needed to go. Unexpectedly one of the Pantheon Delinquents had jumped on at the last moment as was riding with him. Spike wondered, not for the first time, whether he was a person who should act at times like this. That sort of thought was quickly knocked away though as his passion and forceful personality pushed past any cowardly thoughts he tried to display. It was time for the invincible Spiek Ito to appear. And, of course, he did so... "HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO PUNCH THAT IN THE FACE!?" Spike's anger swelled to the forefront. is strategy was very simple about 100% of the time. Sometimes it took some work or jumping off a building to get there but this thing was just pissing him off already. While the pantheon had, of course, come with him its attention seemed to be almost entirely on Yuuki rather than the horrible thing they were facing. That wasn't all that strange though, since robots weren't supposed to be hot blooded. |
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| Some Sketchy Guy | May 29 2014, 12:25 AM Post #32 |
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As the remains of the ship’s lowered decks sloshed from side to side Lenny found himself in a strange trance, feeling his waking mind creeping along with his Hive Mind state. He was duly aware of his creations, the hundred bodies crawling around the lower decks, listless due to his own listlessness, his sentries at the top were guarded as he was guarded. It was a nice state, but it robbed him of seeing the emergence, but not of seeing the form. The roar of the savage beast, teeth and gullet, dragged him from that state, and reminded him of the current situation. Could they win? Maybe, but now the odds were balanced for him, those without large armaments stood little chance and a blade was as useless as a sharpened penny. As the beast submerged its legs into the ocean Lenny realized the lower decks suddenly filled with water, the lower decks filling with brine. Those watching the wreck would see hundreds of dark bodies rushing out of the wreckage like rats. Lenny Barrons entered the Hive Mind as soon as he saw the creature in its totality, the Hive Mind didn’t experience fear, it was far too alien for that, and it could focus on the task at hand while Lenny felt an unassailable sense of dread the moment he saw the god. The swarm began moving to a nearby cargo docking with hundreds of shipping containers stacked all around. The hundred bodies stood on those, a far distance from where the Thousand Maw was focusing, but in a position to watch. The goal was simple for the Hive Mind, ensure that Hiro, or any sizeable threat to the World Eater was hampered. The massive pack moved as a carpet, with Lenny resting inside the Phylactery as his alien mind led his horde. |
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| Sophia Antistita | May 29 2014, 01:03 AM Post #33 |
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Due to her physiology, or lack of one, Eva was unaffected by Yuzuki’s aura and was left out of her telepathic synchronization. However, by the same virtue she was also unaffected by the sheer terrifying presence of the monster that suddenly appeared on their shores. Instead of wasting time being surprised or scared of it, the gynoid immediately took action, scanning it for any weak points while her satellite locked onto it to provide coordinates for her allies. Establishing uplink… Complete. Synchronizing with General Spruance’s forces… Complete. DOMINATUS cyber warfare suite online, assuming direct control. A moment later Eva found herself standing on the deck of the USS Challenger, the America class amphibious warfare ship sent by General Spruance about five kilometers offshore. Or rather, she had assumed control of one of the EVA units on board to make it easier for her to coordinate the attack. Normally she wouldn’t be able to do this, but they were currently allied so taking control like this was much easier. At the same time she had synchronized with the other combat androids on board and shared targeting information with them. Almost as one, the ERIS androids donned their LONGINUS battle armours and locked onto the monster’s wrist with their railguns, firing a concentrated blast at their target. The carrier’s escorts held their fire for the time being, but the EVA androids prepared to engage the monster as well. Those with flight packs took to the skies to harass the beast at close range while the remaining units joined the Hyakujians on the shore to provide back up. As for Eva herself, her real body stood next to Yuzuki, but was otherwise inactive. The EVA unit she had commandeered was now in the skies with the majority of her platoon, attacking the monster from all sides with rocket launchers, machines guns, and various other heavy weapons! |
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| 'Jubilation' Grin | May 29 2014, 01:13 AM Post #34 |
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"Sweet Christ in Heaven above..." That was all Matt could say when that... that thing appeared. A look of horror was on his face as he saw it tower everything else that the school at brought to bear. It looked like it had stepped right out of a nightmare. No wonder people had said it would end the world! This thing was huge! Massive! Titanic! It was.. It was... "AWESOME!" Matt would begin to laugh, his hands shaking some. He hadn't felt this alive in years. Was he afraid? Of course he was! There was no way he could even do a thing to stop this monstrosity! It'd be suicide to try, and the mark of a fool to even think it was possible! And yet, there he was, brimming with excitement and fear at just the thought of fighting this thing. And then it began to swing. Matt would grin, his excitement raising. Now this was the sort of thing he had become a Homunculus for! To face everything else out there that considered itself a "Top Predator," or a "Supreme Being", or whatever they thought they were, and prove that with a little hard-headedness and proper application of force, a poor stupid sod from Scotland could smash them right back, better than they could! So he would run, not away from the thing, but towards it and the Hyakuzor. He had no plan, no goals, no weapons. All he had was a desire to give this thing what it had came here for: A fight. Then he saw a golden flash. It was the alchemist Warrior from before. You know, what's his name. Kasumodo? Kobyakawa? Kosuda? Bah, like something as meaningless as a name mattered! What did matter was that he was beginning to lift off with that Buso Renkin of his. The fact that he was going towards the monster sealed the deal in Matt's mind: He was going to catch a ride! Matt would jump, his prodigious strength helping him clear a good bit of distance, and Kazuki would hear him coming up behind him. "CATCHIN' A RIDE, KOBAYASHI!!!!!" was all Matt would say before his jump made him impact with Kazuki. Unfortunately, the impact would send the two of them just a little bit off course. Instead of heading towards the "safety" of the thing's wrist, they would be going towards the much worse target of the thing's gaping mouth. .... Like it was said earlier. Suicide to even think about fighting this thing. |
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| Lawman | May 29 2014, 05:38 AM Post #35 |
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Chosen of Ares
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"Any moment now..." Lavender remarked as the skies began to turn gray, followed shortly after by a drizzle. Was it signs of the creature drawing near? There was clearly a mounting sense of dread building up in the aeromancer as she waited; however, there was also a feeling of anticipation, as if all the training she'd done up to this point was specially for an event like this as she scanned the horizon, waiting to see the first signs of the creature - perhaps a shadow over the horizon, or something like that?
"It doesn't feel right," Selene added as the raindrops began to fall. "And I don't mean the weather," the corporate heiress continued as she donned a weather-resistant poncho one of the Frostfire executives handed to her, while the various PMC regiments began chattering anxiously amongst themselves, while keeping their heavy weapons trained on the distant horizon. "It's just too... too quiet," Selene frowned as she looked at her summoned war golem, the glowing of its core and crystal pylons growing brighter as it continued to charge its weapon. And then it was there, a flash of lightning heralded the arrival of this indescribable... thing that was now right upon the coast! "The hell is that thing!?" Jen felt her jaw go agape as she saw what would be the harbringer of the apocalypse. And more alarmingly, was that there had been no precedent of the beast's arrival - she'd been watching the horizon from her position on the nearby mountains expectantly, waiting for a massive shadow to be looming over the horizon or something. But never did she expect that it'd be here so suddenly. And then it was on, as the monster attacked; the defenders thrown into disarray by its sudden arrival, as well as what seemed to be a palpable aura of dread that the creature seemed to emit, as gazing upon its imposing form seemed to fill one with a sense of hopelessness. So much so, that it even seemed to override the morale-boosting effects of Yuzuki's buff. As a massive claw tried to come down on the docks however, Lavender found herself being swiftly galvanized into action at the sight of Hyakuzor moving in to stop the creature's claw from smashing right down on the gathered heroes! "This is Lavender Smith speaking; clear the docks and head inland! Fliers, take positions to flank the creature and concentrate attacks on the joints!" With loud swooshing noise Lavender took to the air, carried by the winds, but not without radioing in a recommended tactic to any nearby forces who cared to listen via a standard military radio frequency. Raising her MGL-140, Lavender took aim at the creature's arm, specifically at where there should've been a wrist joint. "Not enough gun," the aeromancer shook her head; considering the thing was as large as some of the tallest buildings known to man, she would need heavier explosives than mere 40x46 mm HE grenades. "To those who might be receiving this, buy me some time. I'm going to charge up a plasma bomb; this thing will create one helluva explosion, so don't be nearby when I unleash it," Lavender radioed again as she slung the grenade launcher over her shoulder and continued to gain altitude, leaving an ethereal lavender-colored wake trail as she did. The air began to shift as from her position in the air, at an altitude of roughly 1000 meters the aeromancer began to gather and compress the surrounding air in a singular point, a large sphere of compressed air forming in front of her, its hazy lavender glow growing brighter and brighter as more and more air was compressed at ever-increasing pressure... and as the seconds ticked by, a brilliant blue-white orb of light began to appear within the swirling sphere of hazy lavender, gradually growing in size as the compressed air began entering an ionized state and converting into plasma, a glowing point of blue-white light with faint blue filament-like trails known as Birkeland currents.
"No! Just a little more!" Selene exclaimed as the creature was already on the attack before the particle beam cannons were warmed-up, a yellow-orange glow building up inside their barrels. "We'll make that time, and assault it with conventional firepower in the meantime," a PMC commander added as he radioed in to the rest of the mercenary units - for those accompanying him to move, and for those at the docks to regroup - before raising a hand as a signal for his troops to move out, before boarding a waiting armored Humvee with a H&K GMG automatic grenade launcher turret, engines revving from the distance as the bulk of Frostfire Industries' PMC troops converged upon the docks to rendevous with their scattered colleagues in armored Humvees and modified FV 510 Warrior IFVs, equipped with a variety of heavy weapon turrets such as heavy machine guns, automatic grenade launchers and anti-tank missile launchers. Joining in the attack launched by BOARD and Eva's units, more PMC troopers would dismount the vehicles to support the turret operators, opening fire on the creature with MGL-140 grenade launchers and FGM-148 Javelin missile launchers! |
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| Flambe | May 29 2014, 10:38 AM Post #36 |
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ZEHAHAHA!!
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The end of the world came with frightening speed, shattering the comforting warmth that Yuzuki had brought. Kell was the first of the duo to react. Suppressing her fear, the wrestler clenched her teeth and picked John up as she made a run for it. She knew what was about to happen, and the only hope she had was to try and get away while others delay the incoming attack. No time to be afraid, she would have to run or die. If she survived the first attack, maybe she could help the others in dealing with the second. For now, she had to make sure the next few seconds weren't going to be her last. How had things come to this? Here she was, carrying her most hated enemy on her shoulder as she sprinted with every last bit of reserve she had. God damn it, this was practically her life in a microcosm right now. But she wouldn't run forever. Sooner or later, she'd have to face the apocalypse again. Her choice was not enviable: A 99% chance of dying while helping to save the world or 100% while she fled, at a later date. It was fairly obvious she would pick the former, each and every time. She'd complain about it, but she'd rather die doing her duty than perish like a cornered rat in a flaming building. ------- Lucid, on the other hand, was mentally incapable of worrying. Lucky her. Both she and her companion were undisturbed, even as their buffs were wiped out. An empty heart and a heroine's heart gave them the ability to think their way through this situation. She turned to Misogi and nodded. With that, the miko touched her shoulder. With a flash of white light, the assassin was marked as a destination point. She began to run off towards a safer location, singing softly to herself to gather her spiritual energy for the priestess to use. Meanwhile, Misogi stayed behind, tagging as many students as she could with soft beams of white light to the very end. Just before the claw hit, she activated the spell that she had cast. Drawing upon Lucid's energy through the mark, she transported the tagged students and herself to the assassin's location. Hopefully, that was far enough to avoid being killed by the attack. |
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| Sota | May 29 2014, 07:24 PM Post #37 |
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"I do hope I can do something more than merely watching" Naja's answer to Tyzal was rather blunt, but it had a bitter tone in it. Her attempt to do anything against that entity was like a faint breeze on a wall. Deep down, a part of the tall woman was screaming there was nothing they could do. Despite the surprising display of extraordinary people and machinery all lining up on the shore, she could not come to terms with how easily she was defeated. Still, she could not let it go. She was tricked and used. And it was her fault. Things had to be settled, and the terrified part hidden in her had to be ignored. When the rain began, she finally removed her eyes from the horizon, to turn toward the alien she confronted on the train for Osaka. "To be honest, wherever your world is, I fear it migt not be safe if this enemy won't be stopped here. In this perspective, my error feels even greater. My apologies for this situation are worth nothing, still, I'm sorry." Before any other word could be pronounced, it came. It appeared with the same speed as the projectile that pierced through her stomach on the day that abomination was freed. ---- The two women just moved under the shelter of a nearby roof when theyboth lost their breath as something way out of proportions appeared. <Oh god...> was Amelia's whisper <Damn...> Aya muttered None of the two really moved. A single, immense giant eye was looking at them. Just like it was staring directly at all of the people gathered there in their eyes. As it blinked, it turned into a giant maw. An endless stream of teeths ready to engulf each and everyone of them. And then it came the roar. It towered far above all of them as it rose an immense claw in the sky above. Immediately, most of the students and even the huge robot behind them sprung into action, intercepting the huge claw. There was no point in hiding, so that was why the two where there in the first place. "Sometimes I wish I could fire lasers from my eyes. Or fly." Aya stated. Despite the impending chaos surrounding all of them, the two managed to maintain an astounding level of self control. Amelia moved her hand on her glasses as her eyes changed colour. <I'm not as tough as you, but I think I can help you to get up there.> <I may need a little more than a push> <I'll push you up there, trust me> Aya stared at her mother as she folded her glasses away in a pocket. Even if her mother accellerated her metabolism, she kept her cold and controlled behaviour. The woman stepped under the rain and gave her back at the looming monster, and lowered a little her body. <Just take a nice running start> <You'll get injured> Aya observed <I can fix me> her mother added. ---- "C-c-c-c-curses!" All the bravery Heleth Mastema had that day disspated like snow in the sun. Well, that was something the little red demon wasn't prepared for. At all. What could she exactly do to a thing like that one? How were they supposed to fight it? Her dual layered eyes stared helpless at the gaping maw that seemed to be able to swallow everything in a single bite. ---- "Sacre bleu!" Frederic shouted out loud as the blue sky he ws looking at was suddenly covered by clouds filled with rain. The TA stood up and put his hat on his head, staring toward the sea when the thing appeared. Speaking of things out of his reach! "Tch...looks like it's not my moment yet!" As soon as the monster raised its claw, the men knew it was time to find a better place to wait for his moment. After a spin on his heels, the man began to run, in the hopes che could be out of reach of that insane attack. "I didn't expect it to be that big!" he shouted as he ran away "I need to think a completely different strategy! That implied he had a strategy in the first place! Did he REALLY had one to begin with!? ---- "So...the final showdown began" Naja dissipated into air, and flew high. She had to attack from a different side, at the very least she could be a distraction. ----- Aya stared at the robot above, desperately trying to keep that slashing arm away. <It's now or never!> Amelia shouted. The tanned girl's eyes reddened, and Aya sprinted toward her mother as fast as she could. With her hands held together close to the ground, and her body ready to give it all, Amelia reacted as soon as her daughter's foot landed on her hands. Both the metabolists pushed with all their strenght. Amelia's muscles contracted and moved at the unison to push Aya upward. Her legs and arms barely withstood the combined effect of her increased strength and Aya's combined. With her teeths clenched, the doctor couldn't suppress a scream of pain. Aya was skyrocketed upward, toward the point where Hyakuzor and the creature's arm were. Amelia fell on the ground, hitting her back on the asphalt. <Good...god!> Her arms and legs were both lacerated under the insane amount of energy they had to absorb, but they were regenerating very quickly, the burst of pain she felt already fading. <Desperation really makes you try anything!> The woman stared at the clouds above and could feel the raindrops on her face. As fast as her recover was, it felt like an eternity.
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| DigitalDude | May 30 2014, 03:56 PM Post #38 |
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Codesmith
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The man in the cape had proven indispensable, and the Pantheon units that Mugen had borrowed from Spike had made construction much easier. They'd had to keep things simple, for the sake of expedience. Mugen's knowledge of how a Railgun was built came almost entirely from US Navy intelligence files. The Cloaked Magi was adept at getting Mugen any materials he needed, and then it was merely a matter of programming the Pantheon robots to have the proper skills required to shape the materials. After three days of work, the targeting systems had been completely assembled, including a base that could be programmed to different heights and angles so as to produce longer distance shots. The barrel of the cannon was wide enough for twenty-two pound slugs, of which Mugen had managed to oversee the crafting of three. They were solid iron cores, bullet shaped ad sheathed in a steel core. Along the inside of the thirty foot long barrel were a pair of conductive magnetic rods that would launch the slugs down the barrel at a maximum velocity of Mach 5. The real trouble was powering the whole apparatus and then cooling it down after each shot. Mugen's solution had been to patch the cannon's power supply into the city's electric power grid, and had spent the last few days of the week climbing up power poles and making adjustments to transformers, while also changing the direction the electricity would flow. When the time came to fire, he could draw all of the power of Hyakuji into the primary conductors, build the electro-magnetic charge, and then fire on target. Cooling had required the construction of massive heat sinks, the copper and aluminum blocks carved into tall fins that radiated heat. They were housed inside a liquid cooling station the size of a small shed, but Mugen had been working out of an empty lot near the school itself, so time hadn't been an issue. There would still be a significant cooldown time between shots, hell the stability of the cannon was questionable at best, and there wasn't even a guarantee that it would fire, but he had to try. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The day the monster arrived was a day that Mugen would never forget. He'd been fine tuning the servers that housed the Rail Gun's operating software, ensuring that there were no bugs that might interfere with the fight to come. The stormclouds brewing had caused him to step out from the exposed, canvas covered gazebo that housed the operations center for the rail gun. He stared in awe and horror at the pillar of eldritch might looming out in the harbor, and he felt his knees begin to knock. "Crap...crapcrapcrapcrap, we need so much more time! I'm not ready for this!" He cried, slapping his hands to his forehead. All the other Pantheons were off doing Spike's bidding, all Mugen had been left with was his old companion, Mr. 3. The Pantheon was strong enough to load the shots into the rail cannon, and so he would have to be enough. San-Kun! he cried out, sending the signal over his control network. Fast as thought, he was connected to the Pantheon. Load the first round, I'm going to begin the charging process! He bolted back to the Gazebo, as the Pantheon droid collected the first shell ad began loading it into the priming chamber. Mugen fired up the controls and the generators around him fired to life as the batteries for the Rail Cannon began charging. He could see lights flickering in Hyakuji, and knew he was putting on one hell of a drain. He watched the meter slowly rise, and decided this was the time to begin aiming. He accessed the targeting program, which brought up a digital display on a monitor he had set up to give him easier access to the servers. As he locked the targeting icon onto the Obelisk's position, the program began calculating the distance, the arc and weight of the shell in flight, and the maximum that could be exerted by the force of the shot. Mugen intended to give his rail cannon's first shot all the juice he could. The howling, ear-rending sound that erupted from the stone giant was enough to set his teeth on edge and make his hair stand on end. Fear clutched his heart, and he panicked momentarily he realized how insanely powerful the thing he was aiming this huge cannon at could be. He should've been fleeing, leaving the fighting to the professionals. Then the targeting system gave a soft ping, and a confirmation message had appeared: Target Locked, Cannon fully charged, Weapon armed. Mugen felt an odd euphoria bubbling up inside of him, a twisted, mad sort've joy. "Alright, mother-fucker...you want a screaming match?" He muttered, eyes now darting across the keyboard as he typed in firing commands. "Then eat this! ROAR!" he screamed, flipping the switch to release the EM charge and launch the shell, "HYAKUJI HIGH VELOCITY DEATH CANNON MK-I!!!!!" The cannon thundered, the lights of the city flickered, and a blazing bolt of 22 pounds of molten steel and iron shot forth, slicing through the sky on a direct collision course for the Obelisk. In Hyaku Town, transformers exploded and sparks flew in the streets. Power was cut from entire city blocks. Mugen didn't care that the heat sinks were practically radioactive now, Mugen didn't care that he'd caused some significant damage to the power grid in the city below. All that mattered was destroying the Monster, at all costs.
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| Hayate | May 31 2014, 05:27 PM Post #39 |
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Infinity Affinity
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The sight of that grotesque creature had almost caused Fate to lose control of her rampant mana. The lightning spear that crackled above her arm was nothing compared to the flash of energy that the appearance of the creature had released. However, with a gulp of energy, she channelled her focus once more. Fate had completely ignored the 'words' that were forced into her mind, not needing anyone else to tell her what was needed or anything. Gah, there was only one person allowed to enter her mind like that, and it certainly wasn't someone that was here. The lightning wasn't as large as it could be, having the size of a pickup rather than the full size of a truck it could have... and it was tainted by the power of her fear and doubt. The normally pure yellow lightning had a hint of blackness corrupting it's size. As it flew forward to strike the creature in the eye, flying like a jet would... it simply started cracking. Unless the force and momentum behind it were sufficient to actually pierce the creature, it would break like a brittle blade slashing against a hard-steel wall. Sure, it had some of it's regular strength behind it, but... considering it's unusual brittleness, it would break before doing nearly the damage it normally would. Ah, after that encounter with Lucid... her powers just hadn't been the same. Even her dodge was slightly hampered by the strange state of her powers. While she could still turn into a bold of lightning and cleanly dodge the attack, a shadow seemed to cling to her. Her speed was halved, if not more than that... but that still put her far above any conventional means of transport! She repositioned herself onto a building, took a deep breath... and started charging once more. Another spear... lets go! Lightning cackled around the little lady once more as energy simply manifested onto her hand. Luckily, Hyakuzor had stopped the claw on Fate's side... meaning that she was SLIGHTLY safe as she charged up another bolt of energy. She hadn't noticed the giant robot until she had already left the area, so while her dodge was meaningless, she would be safe for a few moments longer if it couldn't hold. Amitie was about to respond to the ever-so-rude mental connection, but the sight of the monster appearing had temporarily left Amitie staggered. For a moment, her thick aura of energy seemed to wither away. It was replaced by a thin film of weakness. While it wouldn't effect anyone else, Amitie temporarily felt the strength drained out of her body. The weight of her own body felt sufficient to render her inoperable. The amazing strength that she normally had, seeped away and was replaced with nothing but an all-encompassing weakness. "What the..." It took her a few moments to regain enough energy to even overpower the weight of her own skin and bones. The crushing pain she felt was slowly receding. And when it did, she would force herself back onto her feet, slamming her fist into the building besides it... with enough for to create a sizeable dent in the shape of her fist. "...WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" At this point, Amitie was just yelling things to get her fear down. She latched her fingers into the bricks of the buildings... grabbing onto one and tossing it with an utmost first. Her resolve had slowly started to kick in, and the strength behind the rock was most overwhelming. Or at least, it would be, for anything human. While it was a mere brick, it was tossed someone with the most utmost of strength... She gritted her teeth, before closing her eyes and simply focusing on channelling her energy about. Semi important note! The flow of Amitie's energy might not work like Yuzuki's buff did, but a slight, rainbow-tinted aura would start manifesting with her as the centerpoint. While it had temporarily disappeared, it had quickly restructured. Anyone within this aura would feel the ability to take her mana as their own... her boundless energy and limitless resolve could fuel whoever decided to stand inside this strange, rainbow hue. Even Hyakuzor, which was busy trying to stop the other claw... would slowly find it's batteries refilling. However, when that claw came down, Amitie dodged in a simple manner. She launched herself into the sky and to the side with her enhanced strength, nimbly dodging the opening attack. But after that...? Amitie launched herself right back to the beast's claw. With her absurd strength, she would try to latch onto it... using her enhanced, extreme durability and a little help from the laws of physics, she would hopefully not be cut by the sharp blades they were. Their crushing strength was the actual problem for her, but... Anyway, Amitie would latch her hands onto that oversized digit... And with her force. A force that can lift cars. A force that can shatter steel. She would start pulling at him. Ripping. She was trying to rip a single digit straight off it's body! "Going into overdrive...!" And, indeed... her energy would pump more and more. The surroundings around her would actually appear just ever-so-slightly misty as she focused her full strength into ripping that single extension off! Einhart simply smiled. There was no fear in her system. She knew not fear from combat. The only thing that coursed through her veins was a large pulse of nostalgia. The 'fear' she should be feeling was nothing more than excitement. Something that could match her, defeat her? Where was this her entire life! It was something so big, too... Ah, Einhart had started drooling a bit... But even though she seemed so aloof, so playful... so crazy. She was on guard. The instant she noticed those claws whip up, Einhart tossed her body to the side. It would be perfectly calculated, and unless it changed it's size while travelling, it would fall right besides Einhart. A jump left her safe from the quake and mostly safe from the shockwave the impact would cause, and combined with Asteion would leave her safe from any shrapnel that the impact could generate. Fortunately for her, and probably unfortunately for everyone else caught in this situation, Einhart was on the side Hyakuzor couldn't save. She was waiting at the far side, so dodging was fairly easy! A black aura formed around Einhart's fingers. It wouldn't even be an instant before she slammed her fist forward. While the large Mr. Cthuluman here wouldn't feel anything at first, the energy in her fist would keep growing and growing. Slowly, the seemingly playful punch Einhart threw at this massive monster... would turn into a meat-grinder. Were it not to pull away, and pull away relatively quickly, the large monster would feel a fist-sized portion of it's skin slowly tear off until Einhart was fist-deep in this monster's body. Edited by Hayate, May 31 2014, 05:42 PM.
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| Jonny | May 31 2014, 07:00 PM Post #40 |
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Tyzal took up his self-designated point along the coastline, waiting as others all did the same. The weather was dark and foreboding, an ominous sign of what approached. He was not sure if this was merely a coincidence, or if the weather itself had changed in the presence of this... creature. This supposed being who would bring about this world's end and rebirth - and this world certainly knew the power of the weather in such regards, did it not? But whether or not it had truly known this... creature, was another matter entirely. He saw it as it came towards the shore, its mere presence seeming to pose reality itself questions that it could not quite answer. Space certainly seemed to be something it cared little for in anything but the loosest of terms, and then... The roar. Not merely the scream of a large, terrible beast, but yet again, seemingly like a question. Or a challenge. A bellowing to the soul, calling upon it to try and understand the monstrosity which stood before it. The ignorant, foolish, or truly determined were those that might ignore the worst of the creature's effects, but for the curious... For those like Tyzal, it rung like a bell whose roaring echo would not ceased as it struck again and again. He seemed to just stare up into space as the claws down, and a titan of mankind's own hands rose to defend against it. Blank eyes that had seen the wonder and awe of alien worlds, now deeply reminded that not all the universe was beautiful. That no matter where he looked, he would not always necessarily find even the capacity for love, reason, right and wrong, let alone the willingness to apply that potential. Certainly, such concepts may have seemed 'beneath' this creature, in all its malevolent magnificence. Now that Tyzal briefly though upon it, holding to the tethers of his sanity, was it even of this world to begin with? Nothing had been said that its origins were truly earthly in origin - it could have been one of the abominations, fled to or resting upon an otherwise undeveloped world until its time had come. It could have been somehow tied to the so called 'godslayer' that others of the Earth's dominant species had tried to give rise to, perhaps the source from which its seed had been derived. "...Hu..." Then, Tyzal breathed. "EM wave change, ON AIR!" Thrusting his arm into the air as he gave his command, the boy could feel the power pulsate through him, before his entire being turned to blue light. The restructuring began, a process that would change his very nature to the core, turning him from a simple being, into oh so much more. Blue light turned to blue armour, and behind the vale of a purple visor, two bright eyes began to shine. Green lines across this new body began to glow with power, fists clenching as untold strength now belonged to them. Standing strong before all foes, this was the warrior from the stars! ![]() Perhaps he had been wrong to label it merely as a Destroyer level. That didn't really define what it was - just presumed capabilities within a broad scope. There probably wasn't a proper word to define it, not without him delving into archives buried deep and discussed only in hush tones. But the trouble in these things was trying to find proper definition - when one's own would suffice. Terrifying. Monstrous. Impossible. He gave it such words and descriptors in his mind, and in doing so, brought down what he had to try and comprehend to a much more manageable scale. Not outright ignore its enormity or magnitude... but perhaps, shunt those into background details. Enough for his mind to focus on other, more pressing matters. Tyzal ran towards the edge of the shore, and then leapt towards the massive, terrible beast. His aim was to try and catch some kind of hold on one of its gigantic limbs, to enable and begin a climb, whilst also testing out just what matter of being its physical existence was. With his own a strange, exotic mixture of energy and near-matter, Tyzal would hopefully be less likely to harm himself in testing out this little theory. |
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| sebsman | Jun 1 2014, 12:00 AM Post #41 |
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Beware The Penguin Emperor
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With his confidence crushed as his shell was, the bluenette had nothing that he could do save for staring at the behemoth that had laid itself bare before them. His eyes glanced side to side, in every direction, trying to find proper words to understand the-he was hesitant to call it a thing, as it still wouldn't fit his definition of what it was, it was just the incomprehensible. Paralyzed, his conscious appeared to gradually disappeared, armorless and without any reason to fight beyond an attempt to quell his self pity, he couldn't find a reason to fght, or move. Kaizo could only stay there and watch before darkness settled in. Or so he thought. Without a single doubt, a huge presence protected a large group, more than a few meters away from him. It was the pilot of the Hyakuzor, who had decided to break through his own fear regardless of any insecurities he may have had, his fellow citizen was determined to protect both those he held dear and those he did not care about. Kaizo looked ahead, his eyes newly opened with a different perspective. Instantly, he turned into his bit hero form,His arms and legs as well as his entire body, forming into a combination of colors that shouldn't have been possible, yet were. As he did, he jumped forward before landing in a pixel, just a few meters from the arm that was being held by the Hyakuzor. And as he did, he shot pixels towards it, trying as he might to hurt it in any way possible, to slow it even further, if it was just by a milisecond. "There must be something." His train of thought remained incomplete. (2400/5000 pixels remaining) ---- Her beautiful Flamenco dress had been torn to pieces, her magical twirls were no longer a real possibility, and all that remained was the same old standard Kreuss battle outfit, AKA, Carol with her witch clothes over her uniform. It was needless to say that the girl would make the cause of it taste her fury, regardless of it being a monster, abomination, thing, monster, monster. She spent some time thinking of how to make the thing pay for existing in the same universe as the flamenco dress that she had few seconds before. A frown and a pout indicated that the severity of the situation did not even begin to sink in. As she was about to give up and just throw a clone at it futilely, she noticed a girl, black haired with pink ribbons on her head, dive into the water. Without doubting for a second, Carol jumped, hopefully towards the place where the girl would start swimming, in order to follow through with her Somehow hurting the monster VER. A plan. " YOU MONSTER WILL TASTE THE ANGRY HAMMER OF JUSTICE!" The words did not, in any way seem like those of a heroine, let alone a magical girl. Edited by sebsman, Jun 1 2014, 12:12 AM.
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| Maneki | Jun 2 2014, 03:04 AM Post #42 |
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Bocky stared at the...the...he had no words to describe what he was seeing...it was so big! "Pftt!" "Just because it's so big doesn't mean that it's unbeatable..."It's not like it could get any worse..." He said that, but things hadn't looked this bad since the fight Cthulu...and he couldn't even remember how they had won that one! Bocky knew he wasn't the strongest around...yet, but he wasn't about to not give a fight his all, no matter how bleak things were looking. Going into his pocket he took out his coin sized staffed and flipped it into the air, jumping to his feet just as the staff extended to a normal length. Using his strength he jammed the staff deep into the ground at an angle, and after getting a firm grip on it extended it straight at the monsters incoming claw! |
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| Shadies | Jun 2 2014, 03:34 AM Post #43 |
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"What in the hell is that?" Ricard stared blankly at the giant creature, he guessed that whatever was threatening the world was not going to be a pushover but for the creature to be something that huge and downright wrong. There was little that Ricard really could do to it, he only had one technique that was suited for something large and he could only pull that off once. As the creature raised it's claw up and began to send it towards the ground Ricard started to run away from the claw, his legs moving as quickly as possible he didn't even try to look behind him lest that be the seconds he needed to get out from under the creature's strike. He'd just have to wait for the claw to come down and wait for an opportunity to present itself for him to put all his power into one strike and hope that dealt some form of damage to the creature. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What i-is that?" Dawn stared horrified by the creature in front of her. She was to preoccupied with the scope of the creature to realize that the claw was coming down quickly, she wouldn't be able to get out of the way. Just before the claw made impact though she found herself teleported away from the place. Turning around she noticed another student standing there, it seemed to be partly her work that had saved her. "Thanks for that, last thing I wanted is to have my life ended here." Dawn spoke quietly before turning back to face the still visible creature. This was going to be a hard fight, she wasn't sure how effective her magic would be but it was still worth a try. She did after all have something that she needed to do on this world before it her life ended. Trying to calm herself down despite the strange and wrong creature in front of her Dawn began to channel her magical energy, she was probably going to exhaust nearly all of it in this fight. |
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| Pancake Mix | Jun 2 2014, 01:29 PM Post #44 |
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"OH GOD KILL IT WITH FIRE!" "That reaction is how I KNOW I did a good job!"
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That eye silenced them. An eye that chomped and snapped, a vacancy in the ocean behind it. The thing was trailing void behind it, silencing and annihilating reality in its wake. And that roar... Yuzuki's Bond of Unity connection was severed at the sound, her confidence and faith shaken. Back in her normal clothes, she reeled backwards, staggering and collapsing to the ground due to the backlash from her Bond of Unity being shattered. Groaning, she wasn't hurt severely or in immediate danger, but the link being attacked by the roar was like a heavy blow to the head. From the inside. Her brain was throbbing, it felt like her skull would explode! Ian by contrast was a bit more guarded against the mental effects of just seeing the thing. With a less firm grasp on reality, it stood to reason that something that defied all known laws of physics wouldn't traumatize him. He was certainly intimidated, make no mistake, this was something to take deadly serious, but his mind was distinctively different from a human's after all. A churning storm of mayhem and impulses, multiple brains, heck his consciousness wasn't even ATTACHED to his body directly. In general though, Ian failed to understand what was normal, so something that was antithetical to the idea of normal was, while equally incomprehensible to him, not sanity-endangering. Certainly worrying, though! With the claws on the assault, Hyakuzor and others already counter-reacting, he growled in frustration as Yuzuki and Eva were left vulnerable near him. Various others nearby, such as Amitie, sprang into action, but he was forced to prioritize on safety. HIM of all people. One of his oversized claw-hands lashed towards Eva's abandoned main body, picking her up and dragging her over to him. Hauling her over one of his shoulders, Yuzuki over the other, he stampeded away from the cape inland, cursing. He wanted to go on the offense, god dammit, why did they have to be vulnerable right then!? He knew they weren't weak, but ffffu... He'd get them to a safe place and then go on the assault. Plus it'd give him time to see what the others did, or what to expect, or what was ineffective. His emotions ran wild, anger and aggression overwhelming him. Technically, this would usually deplete his biomass at a faster rate than usual, but Amitie's energy continued to fuel him even in spite of that. However, the effect was his body temperature rising drastically, his cells incinerating byproducts of his metabolism, his body starting to smoke visibly. The worst reaction, however, was felt far away back in Hyakuji itself. -------------- Alex's camera drone gave him a full look at the abomination, and he was able to fully understand it. Every angle that even the most deranged and obscure non-Euclidian geometry calculations could hardly describe, the shifting anti-form of insanity...Alex knew this thing. He saw it's true nature, and grasped it fully. His mind knew, his mind understood. No mind ever should have. The knowledge, the information, the awareness burned him. A horrified scream came through his drone's speakers, before choking and gurgling. The knowledge, the concepts, the ideas, the comprehension... Words Alex could not sound out, would never be able to write or speak, in languages never born, cascaded through his thoughts, searing like branding irons. Alex's retinas held the image of the truth, and were stricken blind to all else. That horrible truth was all that he would ever see through them again...because they began to boil away. The old man's eyeballs roiled and bulged, the truth squirming like parasitic worms of flame. He could not scream anymore, Alex could not even tell if he was alive, dead, or screaming. His life was a temporal paradox. Alex had died, by Ian's hands, in the Machine Empire attack that had never happened. That he lived was a quirk of reality. The truth of the abomination awoke dead dreams, unraveling that which was known in the world, tearing apart the carefully-woven tapestry of "is" and revealing the dreadful infinities of "never was" and "will always be". Alex's apartment building froze over. Black ice, a glacier of ink, encased it slowly. The other residents escaped, few having been indoors at that time of day, let alone in current circumstances. Alex knew everything that would never be. His eyeballs had erupted, blood and ichor, a slurry of his retinas and sight. He could still see through them. Alex's vision liquefied, the truth running from his empty sockets into a puddle on the blackened, frozen floor. His skin was coursing with what he knew. Truth beyond that of even the most ancient and most dreadful motes of the supernatural of this reality. Far beyond... Alex's mind was a microcosm of the macrocosm, at once alive, dead, eternal, never made, and outside. His comprehension and understanding only grew. The truth was devouring and birthing. With perceptions of realities and unrealities and antirealities, of the fold past death, before and after time, of the abyss, of everything, nothing, and everything else...his mind learned, despite begging not to. More information led to immediate understanding of derived concepts, and cross-referencing that truth led to more and more. He bled. Tattoos of blood and scars tore open along Alex's withered flesh. He was an old man, decades of war and research had exposed him to much. The iron infusing his body, even his heart, was what kept him alive, sustained by the sheer denial of Alex's mind, forbidding himself from rest or repose until his work was complete. The squirming, living symbols, the etchings carved into him, emblazoning every molecule in his body, were visible only to his eyeless sight. The truth had boiled his eyes away, and was now wriggling within. Nothing would ever be the same. Inside or out, else, forgotten, or never. Alex's screaming had ceased, and he sat in silence, the black ice of the apartment building having never been. He saw it from outside, he saw the ice, but knew that it was not and hadn't been. He was on the floor, but inside the abomination, consumed by truth, but far away from everything that ever was. His mind processed, against his will, the knowledge of things no words could ever describe, singular ideas failing to remotely encompass their scope of what. His face evaporated. Alex had no face. The skin, the skull, the contours of muscle and sinew, nerves, his nose, his cheeks, his beard... nevermore. A flat sheen of understanding, like mercury, silvery liquid held in suspension. Alex knew, he knew, he wasn't sure if he'd always known or what he even was anymore. No, he knew. He understood. He simply didn't want to accept. Thin filaments of dream and desire, of truth that had never been imagined before, floated before him. Any which way he looked, anything he saw...he saw everything beyond it. And then it all fell into place. It made sense, it was all perfectly understood. Perfectly infinite. Alex ruefully appreciated that he would never be able to communicate these things. There were no languages, no formulas, no equations or cosmic laws that could ever describe what he knew. There was the truth, staring him in the face, unable to ever be articulated, but nevertheless understood. ![]() "...I know. I never should have. My work...will continue...I must. Must live, must complete. Begone, eternity! Begone, truth, you horrid clarity... I can do nothing and say nothing of you, I am but a man. Infinitely small in the face of the infinitely vast. I know you, I know you...but I can do naught but attend to this tiny mote of what is." Alex hewed a new face, identical to his previous, albeit made of iron. Skin of pale, taut metal, a white-gray of burnished iron. His eyes were empty sockets, yet still able to see. Even as he sealed over them with a band of iron, he could see more clearly than he ever had before, no longer needing his glasses. Even his beard returned, of tiny scraggly iron hairs. His console was wrecked, and his room was scorched black. He'd been cut off from the cape, but that was...for the best, honestly. ------------ Simon Morris arrived at the cape, carefully shielding and averting his eyes from the abomination. Much as Selene and Frostfire Industries were taking action, Simon was motivated to mobilize Morris Powered Electronics' assets. Contracts with various militaries had been made and kept before, and while computers and technical components were not of immediate offensive use, he had made it very clear to his staff that they would be doing what they could. His security personnel had insisted he not go in person, which earned a cold retort that it didn't make a difference if the thing triumphed. They would ALL die if they failed. Ian, Eva's body and a recovering Yuzuki in tow, was pleased by the sight of an armored vehicle caravan's arrival, as he could leave the two there and get back into the thick of things. They were only a few hundred meters away from the claws' range and whatever was currently going on under them. Simon's car, the lead of the small armada, had pulled up near Yuuki Hitagawa's spot on the hill, having witnessed the change at a distance and identifying a mechanical warrior. Yuzuki, shocked, recognized both Mr. Morris and...Yuuki...She was able to stand again, and dropped off Ian's shoulder. Simon, thoroughly surprised to be meeting them like this, appreciated such convenience. His involvement was a bit begrudging, though the quashed and destroyed hope and fear of the vicinity acted like a shot of espresso to him. He wanted sentient life to persist, thank you very much, destruction of the world would do him no favors. He turned to view the approaching MPE weaponry. Prototypes of planned weapons to be mounted on things like mecha or warships, hastily bolted onto trucks and mobilized. Yuzuki, however, was approaching Yuuki, running to join at his side. He looked very different, but there was no mistaking that face. "Yuuki! Hitagawa Yuuki?" Ian, meanwhile, was setting Eva's body down safely, Simon obligingly holding the back seat of his car open. A stationary body wouldn't be safe. And, well, if Eva ended up not returning to that particular body, that would be...ridiculously serendipitous and helpful to Simon, really, so he was quite willing to cooperate. Ian had met Simon once before, and promptly gotten into an argument, but this REALLY wasn't the time for that kind of thing. "What is Miss Saito so enthused about?" "Hell if I know! That's- ugh, at a time like this, really? You know about that machine empire and king thing?" "It would be difficult not to." "That's kinda-him, Mr. Time Stone Thing, but she- is this the frigging time!?!" Simon was bewildered. Wait... He reached inside his suit, revealing a necklace and locket. Flicking it open, he held a sliver of pulsating, unearthly stone. He understood, thankfully, having kept tabs on such things via his surveillance. "...This? We were trying to study the fragment in the aftermath, inconclusively..." Ian stared, and looked at the Time Stone shard, then at Yuuki, then back. He distinctly remembered how the Machine King had used the stones before. Yeah, THAT incident was...a painful memory, not one he'd forget. Simon also looked at Yuzuki and Yuuki, before thrusting the shard into Ian's clawed hand. "Go!" Neither of them knew if this would work, but they both had come to the same conclusion of what to try. Ian clutched the shard and sprinted towards them, his powerful legs driving him at top speed. "Hey! You! Blondie in red!" |
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| Ragnakor | Jun 3 2014, 08:49 PM Post #45 |
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Ufufufufufufufufufu...
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Normal day, normal life at a school with strange people, normal news of something trying to destroy the world. At least, that's what she saw as normal. Strange to her? Of course. Not that the "Saving The World" opportunity didn't have it's drawbacks, but hey. This opportunity doesn't come across every day. Or week. Mostly rarely. Still. Rain wasn't so bad. Set the mood a bit. Waterproof electronics, fingerless gloves, the usual lightweight outfit. Help in any way she can, or so she hoped. Relaxing music, to seal the deal. The enormity of defending the world hadn't really hit Ami. A simple romp, why not. The telepathy was nice. W-While it lasted. Because...That. THAT. THING. "W-Wha..." A small mutter. A small step back in the midst of the scene. This...this was normal for this particular school. Saving the world. But rationalization. Completely failing. For someone like Ami, who's power comes from the miracle of pure science, this...this was the worst kind of sanity check possible. How could it be comprehended? A single eye? A large mouth? Where did this being live? How did this being live? Why did people not find this? How could people not find this? Questions upon questions upon more questions upon hopeless rationalizations upon more questions from them and more and more and and a- The roar. The singular, massive roar. The perfect roar, which stopped Ami's self-perpetuating descent of failed reasoning. It was a thing. A large thing. She seized upon this singular fact, mind slowly calming down. A thing, a single thing. What was it, where did it come from, those questions were quieted with the one, simple fact. It was a thing. Things die. At least, she chose to believe in that. The single +1 needed to not completely fail her sanity check. It would work. For now. Hopefully it can di- IT WILL DIE. It will. With a bite of her lower lip, she affirmed this baseless realization, reinforcing it with her own will of not wanting to overthink this situation. Instead, other avenuuuuuueeeeeesss likethatbigsharpthi- claw, yes it was a claw coming down. Eyes widening, Ami stood still for a split second, watching the claw before instinctively jumping back repeatedly, larger and larger intervals of airtime in-between as her personal gravity exponentially decreased, leaping high and away, eyes, scanning over the scene. All she could do right now was think. Look over everything, brightly contrasted in the air with each flash of lightning, and think. What could be done, who could be helped with having a literal weight off them. The damage to herself would be inconsequential to what she could do, given the right situation. Plot. Plan. Think. Understand. Comprehend. |
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