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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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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 27 2014, 03:28 AM (817 Views) | |
| Hayate | Jun 27 2014, 03:28 AM Post #1 |
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[OOC: http://hyakujihigh.net/topic/5488284/1/ < Start of this plot. This thread is open for everyone, and posting here is basically signing up for the plot if you weren't signed up yet] A young male sat alone in a swirl of green. A circular wind scattered leaves around a small bench. He sat alone on it, with a large book hovering in front of him. A purple glow surrounded the book and its pages flipped on their own. The characters in this book were illegible, but this only made the boy more interested. Who wrote this, why was it written? It were not a script he knew, and this young boy knew many scripts. Was it a foreign language he had never seen? Possible, but unlikely. Was it a cipher? Whatever it was- the book was written for a reason. Even though the young student couldn’t read the text, the images told a tale. The story started off with a of a baby. As the child in the story grew, she would reach out many, many times. Yet every single time, the others in the story would fade away further. Even without the words, the images told the tiniest tale. Why was the child rejected? The answer probably laid in the words beside, words he couldn’t read. It was frustrating to read a tale like this. To try and read a tale you simply couldn’t understand. His hands reached out to the book, wrestling it from the grip of his telekinetic powers, before slowly flipping the pages with his own two hands. For some reason, he wanted to know the story, he wanted to know the answer. This young, redheaded male, a student by the name of Sora, had always been plagued by curiosity. An unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He had a riddle in front of him, a maze that only he could conquer. But he couldn’t. The script made no sense. There was no consistency. No characters repeated themselves twice, yet this couldn’t possibly be random scribbling. The movements were too precise and calculated. Was this an elaborate hoax? No, it had to be more. Sora’s fingers trailed forward, tracing the strange script. There were no indents or anything, so it wasn’t a complicated form of braille either. But when he touched the ink, something strange happened. The letters… they changed. There was now consistency in this riddle. Hah he thought to himself. It really had to be that simple. ...But, of course, it wasn’t. Now that these alien figures were shifting, they became even harder to identify. While they were previously written in pure black ink, it was impossible to make out what they were now. While he could see the shapes of the letters, his mind was brought into conflict by them. They were… disgusting. Even looking at fragments of text was starting to hurt his mind. The shapes he saw could not be. The dimensions did not line up. Letters that go backwards, inwards… Simply staring at this shocked nausea through his system. He moved his hands towards the sides of the book and slammed it shut. Any common man would toss the book at this point, as merely looking at the text was enough to send his stomach into spasms. But not him. His curiosity was merely piqued. But as soon as he rose to his feet, figures as deranged and disgusting as the letters he just saw surrounded him. And he screamed. In disgust. For help. In legitimate pain as his mind tried to wrap around these convoluted symbols. But would it reach anyone? He would collapse to his knees. The book was now gone… along with a part of himself. Edited by Hayate, Jul 7 2014, 11:20 AM.
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| Epicjester | Jun 27 2014, 04:44 AM Post #2 |
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What is this thing?
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If Jack had the necessary vocal cords, he would laugh out loud as he sped through Izanai Park in his wolven form, relishing the speed and power his animal form gave him. He felt invincible like this, like no one could touch him. His reverie was broken however when he heard a scream in the distance, He stopped in his tracks. "Well that doesn't sound good." He thought, cocking his head in the direction of the scream. He raised his snout to sniff the wind. The air where the scream came from held an indescribable scent to the young lycan. If he had to describe the smell he would state that it just smelt wrong and unnatural. He had no idea how a scent could register like that to hi and it all it did was greatly unease unease him. Deciding that he couldn't remain still any longer. Jack set off towards where the scream originated, his powerful legs quickly bringing him to both the scent's and scream's point of origin, and the lycan was shocked with what he found. There was a young man, kneeling in the grass that seemed to be in pain. Changing back into his human form, he stood up to his full height, canines and pupils growing in response to his anger as well as changing his hands into their clawed form in preparation for an attack. "What the hell is going on here!!" He growled to himself, dashing over to where Sora was collapsed, the book he previously held in his hands vanishing, eager to help and wanting information. He leapt to the youth side. "Are you o.k?" He asked, senses alert trying to detect anyone nearby. "Is anyone there?" He shouted "I've got someone hurt here"! His protective instincts flaring as he knelt down beside Sora and took hold of the youth shoulders trying to keep the boy steady. Edited by Epicjester, Jun 28 2014, 12:01 PM.
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| Hayate | Jun 28 2014, 08:18 PM Post #3 |
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"Run. It's... that thing." Sora's hand reached out to the sleeve of the black-haired lycan, giving it the weakest of tugs. Even his physical strength had been decayed by the unnatural scripture that assaulted his mind. The more it tantalized his mind, the more it started to physically affect him. Luckily, it had all disappeared without a trace... Or so it seemed. The many mixed scents that haunted the city started to fade away, replacing themselves with a single, haunting stench. While the thick stench would be enough to turn anyone's stomach, it would have a particular effect on Jack. At first, it would be merely discomforting, but as time passed, it would turn painful. It was the unmistakable stench of wolfbane, the most primal fear and weakness of all wolf-kind. But that was not all. In front of Sora and Jack, mist would start to concentrate. Slowly, but surely, it would form into a ghost-like apparition. It was a man, garbed in a black and golden trimmed coat. Golden chains crossed over his black under-shirt, closing it together and giving him a most regal appearance. His outfit was completed by a pair of grey jeans and large boots. While his face had some bishounen features, it was slightly haunted by age and marks of grey facial-hair. Long, white locks hung from his head, cleanly combed down. His lips spread, but no words came out. Instead, Jack could feel voiceless words injected straight into his mind. Another target? Well, this certainly accelerates things... Now, if you would stay still, please... The man reached his left hand out. Silver nails coated his fingers, and they were quite ready to sink into Jack's head were he not to dodge. His right hand would not stay still, instead sliding underneath his coat and moving to draw at his glistering, pale blade, |
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| Epicjester | Jun 28 2014, 09:08 PM Post #4 |
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Jack's instincts took over as the newcomer reached towards his head. Wrapping an arm around Sora's waist he leapt backwards. His powerful legs propelling the young Lycan and his protectorate away from the foreboding-looking man by about five meters. He wobbled for a moment as the stench of wolfsbane sank in. He fought the urge to vomit with a growl as the oppressive stench filled his nostrils leaving them with a burning sensation. It was then that he spied the glint of silver on the man's fingernails. "He was bloody prepared to fight me!" was the first thought that went through Jack's mind after the initial surge of animal instinct faded. "What the hell I don't recognise him and barely anyone knows I'm a Lycan!." He recalled the words that filled his head when them man appeared. "Shit, looks like I've stumbled onto something serious here, and this guy is responsible for the vegetable right here." He shifted Sora onto his back and whispered to him "Hold on as tight as you can, I'm going to get you some help don't worry." He smiled at Sora as he shifted him onto his back and wrapped Sora's arms around his neck as he tried to make a show of confidence that he didn't really feel in order to reassure his wounded charge. "I cant fight him, not while he has all the cards in his hand." Jack thought as his face turned grim. He then saw the older man reaching for something in his coat. ""I doubt there's anything pleasant in there." He grumbled internally. Resigning himself he quickly dropped down onto all fours and sped away from the man and towards the exit of the park hoping to get to a more populated area. Jack wasn't one to consign himself to a hopeless battle. He had no chance against the newcomer who seemed to be equipped specifically to fight him. He felt a quiet grumble in the back of his mind, his inner beast agreed with any avenue of thought that involved Jack's continued survival. As he raced through the forest he again raised his nose to the air trying to sift through the oppressive smell of wolfsbane and attempt to pick out another scent and hopefully help. The man had implied that there were other victims similar to Sora and that there would be more to come, ending to some (most likely sinister) kind of objective and not just random attacks. Jack had to get away and warn others about the threat. Even with the encroaching threat Jack couldn't help but let a small shiver of excitement run up his spine. "Provided I survive this, I'm in for an interesting time." He muttered aloud as he dashed away from the stranger and towards the park exit. Intent on heading towards the school in search of help. Edited by Epicjester, Jun 29 2014, 12:54 PM.
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| Flambe | Jun 29 2014, 08:35 PM Post #5 |
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ZEHAHAHA!!
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"Huuuh? What's this, what's this?" Lucid appeared on the scene, hoodie rustling as she walked in. "A man with silver nails versus a werewolf? Ohhhh whoa! Who's the one I should be rooting for, I wonder?" Wow, that guy must've been really hardcore about the werewolf hunting. Like, nails of silver. Whoa. Metal to the max! A good samaritan would've stepped in and stopped things from getting bad. Lucid? Oh, she'd just watch unless she was forced to get involved. That never really turned out well, not for her or anybody in the situation. Actually, everybody tended to lose. She was a jinx that way. But more to the point, she was in the mood for some wolf steaks. And by gosh, she was pretty sure that werewolves didn't count as cannibalism on her part. "Might have to consult the cookbooks on that one, actually." She mused idly. "Also, why is the plural of 'wolfman' called 'wolfmen' while 'human' is 'humans'? I don't get that...." Oh, right. There was a murder going on and she wasn't the one holding the knife this time. "Hold it, hold it! Werewolf guy, stop running and fight him. You'll just die tired if you keep fleeing!" |
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| Hayate | Jun 30 2014, 12:02 AM Post #6 |
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You cannot escape Once more, the words would be injected into the Lycan's mind. No tone, no sound, not anything... just the purest transfer of thoughts. Jack could run, run as fast as he could... but the hunter would not fade in the distance. With the emptiest movements, without even as much as a trailing of his feet, he would pursue. It was some sort of flight- as if a ghost was haunting it's fleeing prey. The scent of wolfbane would only grow thicker and more grotesque. It wasn't enough to kill him, no. It would never be enough for that. It was simply an endlessly growing plague of encroaching death. Or so it seemed. The stench lessened. It would remain, but the injurious effects would fade. It went back to being nothing more but a nauseating plague. The... thing had switched it's focus. His head slowly tilted, and Lucid became his mark again. Oh... I see. You shall do finely. He faded as he appeared, in an empty mist, only marked by the unequal refraction of light. But this time, his re-entry was much more aggressive. A hand reached out, right at Lucid's collar. It wasn't the bulky hand that meant to end the werewolf earlier. "Lucid? Please, be careful..." A female voice echoed from the mist. It was one all too familiar to Lucid. It was one that could only belong to a single person, the one most precious to Lucid's heart. The rest of her body would manifest, starting with her face. Her yellow eyes would carve out of the thick mist, before her face would follow. Slowly, her main features would become apparent. Her pinkish-red hair, and the slightest smile curved into her lips. It was definitely Scarlett. But it wouldn't be for long. Piercing white teeth formed around her head. As if swallowed up by a creature with no jaws, her head was dragged into the caviety of something's mouth. Scarlett's smile would last only an instant, before that maw closed with an ear-wrenching cry of crushed bones. Scarlett's partially-formed hands fell to the ground, now appearing like nothing more than bloodied gloves. A splash of blood would escape the now-closed death-trap, splashing towards Lucid's waiting face. He smiled down upon her, now that his crushing jaws had seized it's prey. The only things that remained were the blood that marked Lucid's face and the bloodied hands that fell to the ground, along with a gentle stream of redness seeping from his lips. Nothing can escape the eternity of death. The youth that had been snagged away by John had seemed to lose any semblance of consciousness... Edited by Hayate, Jun 30 2014, 12:14 AM.
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| Epicjester | Jun 30 2014, 10:39 AM Post #7 |
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Jack felt Sora's weak grip around his neck go completely slack indicating that the youth had fallen unconscious. He stopped in his escape, nails digging into the ground in an effort to cancel out the momentum he had built up. He frowned, he couldn't keep up his pace if his passenger wasn't able to hold on. it was then he heard a female voice call out as the oppressive scent of wolfsbane began to fade away. "Hold it, hold it! Werewolf guy, stop running and fight him. You'll just die tired if you keep fleeing!" He mulled over Lucid's advice as he took note of his pursuers distance from him. His hunter seemed to have changed targets and was now aiming for the newcomer! "NO! He shouted "I WONT LET ANYONE ELSE GET HURT!" His protective instincts again rising to the surface. He shrugged Sora off his back and propped him against a nearby tree and began to do something he probably should have done earlier. He let the beast out of its cage. The change started with his eyes. They changed from a dark brown to a bright yellow. Next was his face, the bones of his skull and jaw popping and cracking as they changed shape becoming longer and more canine in shape. His body changed as well his bones stretching and changing to whole new shapes and his muscles swelling to grotesque sizes in order to fit on them properly. As the metamorphosis was occurring Jack was letting out loud groans of pain, his transformation was not a pleasant one and not something to take lightly. ![]() His transformation finished just as the Hunter began to torment Lucid by killing the image of her mother figure in front of her. He moved towards a nearby iron lamppost and seized it in a powerful grip. With a flex of his muscles he twisted and pulled, ripping the metal post apart from its midsection up leaving its bottom half a warped mess. Wasting no time he let out a blood-curdling howl and charged towards the apparition brandishing the impromptu weapon like a baseball bat roaring. "GIRL, FIGHT NOW, WE NEED TO KILL!" His warped vocal cords making him unable to form a more articulate instruction as he brought down his weapon on their mutual foe. Unafraid now as he could fight out of range of the silver and the stench of wolfsbane lessened considerably. Edited by Epicjester, Jun 30 2014, 07:12 PM.
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| Flambe | Jun 30 2014, 07:07 PM Post #8 |
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ZEHAHAHA!!
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"Scarlett! Oh gosh, how are you~? I thought you were still on Panopticon, tinkering away with those relics." Lucid was the kind of person who smiled all the time. But she hadn't smiled like this since she had arrived at Hyakuji. It was a smile of a child who dearly loved her mother, a pure hearted sort of affection that she had reserved for her most important person. And then the man with the silver nails took that all away. Her empty eyes looked up at the man, her face so blank and neutral it could've been mistaken for a mask. "Silly. You don't and won't understand death like I do." There was no emotion left in her voice. Only a blankness that seemed to spread beyond her body as she pointed one hand at him. There wasn't even any darkness in her words or deeds. Just a simple promise she made a long time ago. "The one who kills Scarlett dies at my hand. That's all. Bye bye." With that, one of her spears shot out from her hand, callously piercing through the corpse of her beloved benefactor as she aimed to kill. There wasn't going to be any quarter here. Death was coming, and it'd be her hand that would deliver it. |
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| Hayate | Jun 30 2014, 08:08 PM Post #9 |
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I can't and won't? Lucid's spears had little effect on the man's hulking mass. They pierced his body, but even with their special ability, they had no effect on him. His body did naught more than temporarily part and shift to welcome the mass of those spears. It could probably be mistaken for a dream, were the drips of blood that slid across Lucid's face not so real. Scarlett's hands suddenly floated up, moving to grasp onto Lucid's cheeks, cradling her with the tender touch that only a mother could have. The man's hand shifted forward, grabbing at her throat. If he caught her, his silvery nails would dig into Lucid's skin, yet there would be no mark or wounds where the bladed digits pierced her neck. Even though not the slightest mark of pressure tainted Lucid's throat, she would be able to feel the unmistakable sensation of asphyxia slowly settling in. You claim to understand the unknown. Yet, you can't seem to understand. Lucid would regain her ability to breathe, but that was the only thing she could retain. ...Dysfunctional tools get discarded. Were Lucid's powers not her identity? She existed solely to be a tool to her master, did she not? But a saw that loses it's teeth gets thrown away. If a tool cannot fulfil it's intended purpose, what use is it? Lucid could feel it happen to her, right now. The reality of her powers would slowly start to fade. Slowly, but surely- she could feel her edge being completely dulled. Even though her power of Finality is but a concept, she could feel it lose both meaning and existence. It all faded. Everything faded. ... Don't you love it? The fee- For the first time, his mental dialogue would be interrupted. Jack's attack had left its mark, the overwhelming strength slamming him into the ground like he was nothing but a rag-doll. He had definitely hit something solid, as the metal post would even bend from the overwhelming force of this impact. The werewolf still lives... I thought you left He had not heard the lycan's cry. The merciless bash had caught him completely off-guard. Yet it would be too late to save Lucid. She had already lost the most important part of herself. His mental imprinting shifted away from Lucid and back towards the lycan, talking to only him with his mental words. No... No matter. You won't be able to fight me alone. Once more, the man disappeared into a mist, reforming besides his old target. His body cracked with some sort of static instability, and his features phased in and out of reality. It seemed like he was having trouble holding his form. He reached for the blade that was hidden in his coat, but his movement were sluggish and he seemed barely capable of holding his form. But even then, he had an expression of resolute and calm on his visage, as if he were not the slightest bit bothered by his loss of form. If you close your eyes and pray, there will be no pain. Don't worry, you won't die. His sword would swipe right at the werewolf. It glittered like silver and it smelled of toxic. This blade was clearly one necessary to avoid, regardless of the words the man spewed. |
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| Shadies | Jun 30 2014, 08:48 PM Post #10 |
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Serenity had witnessed the scene occurring from a distance, taking cover behind a nearby tree she witnessed the creature's transformation from a hunter into someone dying in front of Lucid, probably an important person for her. It seemed like the creature played on fears, in that case it was a troubling foe. Watching Lucid's spears fly into the creature without stopping him shocked her. He was not human in any sense of the word, whatever he was, it was extremely dangerous and should be approached with caution. Strangely enough though when the creature reached out to Lucid, Serenity sprung into action making her way towards the creature to charge into it. She would never have to actually make it as the lycan had beat her to it and hit it with a pole. "Keep it busy for a moment please." She ordered the lycan, with little regards for any back talk from the creature. She rushed to Lucid's side. "Hey, hey are you okay?" Grasping her shoulder she wondered why she was doing such a stupid thing in the middle of a threatened area, she should've been focusing on tactics and preventing the creature from getting closer or hurting anyone else but here she was making sure that Lucid was okay before the area was even safe. This town was going to be the death of her. Realizing her mistake she turned around to face the creature, it had gone and changed forms again but seemed to be a bit less held together for lack of a better word. Holding her gauntlets up she kept her distance from the creature. Unaware of it's full potential she wasn't about to go charging into the fight without an idea of what it could do. |
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| Epicjester | Jul 1 2014, 05:45 AM Post #11 |
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As he felt the pole connect Jack let a wolfish (the author bangs his head on his desk for that pun) grin show on his face. They had finally managed to strike back against the smug creature. He took a glance at his trusty weapon. The metal pole was slightly buckled , but still had one or two hits left in it. He levelled a glare at his opponent, he looked to be weakening. Jack deduced that he was having trouble keeping his form stable and would need to retreat soon. He saw the apparition reach for its blade but the movement was clumsy and sluggish, nothing like the eerie grace it had displayed earlier. He placed himself between the two girls and the creature and inspected his weapon. It still had greater reach than the sword but not by much. Steeling himself he realised that to take down this opponent he might have to take a hit for the team. Committing to that line of thought he again raised his weapon over his head and brought it down on his foe. If his opponent managed to hit him it would only be a light cut across his midsection, and while it would be painful and would revert him to his human form his opponent would still have to deal with the hefty pole of metal that the lycan had poured a great amount of force into, crashing down on his head. Edited by Epicjester, Jul 1 2014, 07:44 AM.
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| Flambe | Jul 1 2014, 08:16 PM Post #12 |
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ZEHAHAHA!!
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Lucid fell to the floor, clearing her throat as she felt the sensation of loss. Her powers had deserted her. Not interesting, not at all! She stood up, drawing a large bowie knife from a sheath under her hoodie. "In the end, we can't understand each other." She was Scarlett's tool. Her. Not her powers. And just like the knife in her hand, those abilities she wielded were her own set of solutions. They were now taken away from her, but she could still fight without them. Emptiness was her domain in the end. The man only stole. He didn't live it like she did. She carried an indivisible void that didn't shrink nor grow in her, one that was present from the beginning of her life. Tearing her powers away did nothing to her mind when there was a hole much bigger than the one he opened in her. Still, her ability to do something about the theft shrank greatly. Even with backup, they couldn't beat him quite yet. But she knew that this wasn't the end. "Fine's relative. He stole my powers with a touch." She warned Serenity, voice still blank. "Stay out of his range. He can change powers to counter us." Brandishing her knife, she ran in with oddly silent steps. She noticed that she couldn't hear him anymore. And if that was the case... Well, she would just ram this bowie knife into his head from behind. Time to do some science. |
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| Hayate | Jul 1 2014, 09:46 PM Post #13 |
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The apparition remained focused on the werewolf, completely ignoring the new entrant. The angle of his sword remained unchanged- and the werewolf was right. The silverish blade would lightly cut into his skin. Or, at least- it would seem to. While the pure blade clearly cut into his body, there would be no blood. Jack would be able to feel it puncture his skin, he could even feel blood seep from the wound, but on his flesh, there was no sign of this injury. Yet, Jack's counter-attack would not accomplish anything. Unlike his earlier attack, this would bare no mark. It was as useless as Lucid's first. The lycan would feel no mass as he thrashed down. It was like he struck nothing but a reflection. Yet, were he not to run- and fast, he would feel that it was definitely more. While the werewolf was still staggered from his de-transformation, the figure would make his own move. Two of his hands reached forwards to grab onto his shoulders. They were weightless and formless. There was definitely no pressure on his body, yet he could feel the unmistakable sensation of being held. A third hand would move from the center at his chest, intending to slam him right in the face. If this hand touched him, he would suffer the same fate as Lucid. Forcefully, every last depth of his powers would be dragged out of his body. It would be like his little accident had never occurred. In a single sweep, his human body would be purified of the unknown imperfections that swayed his normality. A smile formed on his face. Because of the corruption of his features, it could only barely be distinguished. But it faded, along with all other features of his face, when Lucid's blade was brought down upon his scalp. At first, he would pass through his massless body like the mist it was... but if Lucid's blade travelled downwards, to the depth of his chest, it would make impact with... something. Whatever it was, it caused the assailant to temporarily blink in-and-out of reality. He faded into complete static for a small instant. ...You're still moving...? I thought you would've went to crying in your corner by now... While previously, the words were injected without tone, Lucid would be able to sense a hint of weakness in his wordless language. The imprinting of words would be covered in static and inconsistency. It... doesn't matter. This is enough for the day. The additional arm was first to fade. Then, the mass Lucid had stuck down upon. Finally, his physical form would fade into the very shadows. Aside from a thin liquid that gathered around Lucid's blade, and had even started to drip onto the ground, no evidence of him remained in the physical realm. There was nothing to mark his existence or his defeat, bar the the blood on Lucid's face, which never stopped feeling real. Furthermore, those who had been robbed of their core would not feel it return. Not just yet. "Seems like he's gone, huh?" The youth that Jack had rescued earlier stepped forward. His left hand was on his phone, which was raised into the air. He had been filming the situation- and who knows for how long now. With a slight bleep, the recording would stop and he would slip it back into his pocket. The red-headed boy, Sora, seemed fairy youthful. He eyed 16 at most, and stood 5'4'' tall. His tone was annoyed at best- but it didn't require much imagination for it to be considered as scolding, either. "...Any idea what just happened?" |
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| Shadies | Jul 2 2014, 02:07 AM Post #14 |
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Watching the werewolf's attack phase straight through the creature Serenity was a bit worried, she had seen his earlier attack hit him straight on. How did the creature work, she couldn't full grasp her mind around it currently. All she knew is that the creature was reaching towards him much in the same way that it was reached towards Lucid when it was drained her, she didn't move from her position. If she got in the road she could end up losing her power's which were currently important to her. She didn't want to lose her own powers and this could give her some much needed insight about how the creature worked. It seemed like the creature's hands had to come in contact to drain powers, at least that's how it appeared to be. If she kept away from him then she should be fine. She watched as Lucid approached the creature with a knife drawn out, it was good to know that she was still okay enough to fight even without her powers. Even if it was a bit more ruthless surprisingly then when she had her powers. Watching the creature disappear she breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't like she couldn't handle herself with powers but it would be a pain in the ass if she lost her powers there. Watching the boy approach them she took note of him. He seemed to have been filming the whole thing, that was good. The footage could prove to be quite invaluable. "Can't say I do have any idea what happened." Serenity spoke as she tried to analyze the situation in her head, she couldn't make heads or tails of how the creature worked but it was obvious that it was something that shouldn't be messed around with. "Lucid, he seemed to get you." Serenity faced her friend, she wasn't sure how she was fairing properly but they needed more information about it. "You said it took away your powers?" She fell quiet giving Lucid the time to talk. |
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| Epicjester | Jul 2 2014, 04:21 AM Post #15 |
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What is this thing?
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"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap" was all that was going through the young lycan's head as the third hand reached from the apparitions chest towards him. On some fundamental level he knew that if that hand touched him he would suffer the same fate as Sora and Lucid. Thankfully the white-haired assassin saved him from being de-powered by ramming her knife straight down though the creature's head and towards its chest were it seemed to connect with something. The pressure that held him steady disappeared and he back-pedalled rapidly, tripping over his own feet and falling on his backside. He let out a shaky breath and touched his chest to inspect the wound he was dealt. But there was nothing, no pain, no mark and curiously enough no blood. "The hell" He muttered out loud and cast his mind back over the fight. "Oh right, bloody illusionists, turns me back to human form but doesn't even have the decency to land a single blow, humph guess no sexy scars for me then." To anyone listening the lycan's rant would sound childish, but it was more to calm him down than anything else. He groaned as he stood up. His muscles were on fire, as they were after every full transformation. He placed a hand on his stomach and it let out a loud grumble. "Great, now I'm starving as well, could this day get any worse." He then doubled over in pain as the wolfsbane from the sword worked its way through his system. Gasping he slipped his silver bracelet on nullifying the effects but suppressing his powers. He turned over to Lucid "It seems I'm in your debt, if you hadn't interfered my powers would be gone as well, and for that I owe you one." He noticed that Sora had finally awoken. He listened to the youth's question and answered as truthfully as he could. "I think we stumbled onto something huge here." He began, his voice grave. "We have some fairly powerful entity running around yanking powers out of people. It implied that it had done it before and it still needs a few more before it can accomplish some kind of goal. He cast his mind back to the entity itself. "Whatever took Lucid's and the other guy's powers is a pragmatic fighter, it targets our fears or if we have no outstanding fears it targets any obvious weaknesses we have." He frowned worried that if he encountered the creature again it might somehow play on his fear of his inner beast gaining control and attacking people indiscriminately. He turned to Sora "Can you tell us anything about your attack, anything we could use to track that thing, because I don't know about you guys but I feel like we should definitely do something about it. Maybe get some more people to help, it seemed to have trouble fighting multiple opponents so our best chance at fighting the thing would be to zerg rush it or sneak attacks." He looked to the side and saw his discarded weapon, now bent completely out of shape from its repeated blows. "Umm if anyone asks the bad guy did that kay." He pleaded to the group pointing at the discarded pole. Not wanting to get into trouble for the damage of public property. His stomach grumbled again. "Wait hold off on those answers, I think there's a ramen house around here somewhere, we can have a pow-wow there over food, cause I need to recharge." He started heading towards the "Sakakihara Ramen House" beckoning the others to follow. Edited by Epicjester, Jul 2 2014, 05:03 PM.
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